Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

After a moment, Shakyamuni let out a cold snort, closed his mouth, leaned back against the divine throne, and lazily said, "During these thousand years, in my God’s long and leisurely life, I have encountered countless unforgettable women from the Central Plains. Some of them have even given birth to offspring for my God, including your original family line, the [Wei family].

Unfortunately, in this lineage, the only one who can truly be considered a person of note is you, Wei Hero. If you weren’t my God’s good grandson, my God would have killed you long ago. How could I have kept you until now? You ask my God what true feelings are; now Ancestor will tell you, Ancestor not killing you is the feeling of blood being thicker than water."

Wu Ming slowly closed his eyes, saying, "I am nameless, with no surname, no ancestors, and no attachments. The affairs of this world are no longer my concern."

"Oh?"

Shakyamuni laughed recklessly and playfully, "Could it be... you have truly let go of your so-called heroic integrity? Ancestor might as well tell you that once Ancestor acquires the power of Mahavira, I will stir up even more exhilarating and grand affairs.

As long as this matter is accomplished, what does it matter about the Holy Dynasty? The Holy Emperor has already retired; my God will control the entire vassal state, opposing the Holy Dynasty, recreating the old situation of the Hundred Countries War."

Shakyamuni suddenly looked up, stretched out a hand, and slowly grasped, "Ah—yes, chaos, the world! Great! Chaos! This is what my God desires.

So-called long unity must divide, long division must unite, this world that has been stable for so long, has not been lively for a long time, my God will make it lively, make the entire world celebrate for my God! Hahahahaha—hahahahaha—"

"You dare!"

Wu Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his dignified gaze filled with fatigue but also unwavering, unyielding will.

"Hahahahaha—what does Ancestor have that he doesn’t dare? Good grandson, just watch, yes, look with those eyes, witness what kind of spirit Ancestor has!"

The wild laughter echoed in the ice cave, and Shakyamuni’s figure suddenly coalesced into ice crystals with the sound of creaking, in an instant transforming into an ice sculpture sitting on the divine throne, laughing wildly, while his primordial spirit swiftly detached from the body that had become an ice sculpture, disappearing without a trace.

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In the filthy, foul-smelling prison filled with strange, rotten aromas.

Jiang Dali frowned as he watched his subordinates drag out the Fist Tao God, bound with heavy refined gold chains.

At this moment, this robust former acquaintance, now transformed into an image more akin to a beast, had his mouth covered with a refined gold mask, heavy breaths escaping from it, his bloodshot eyes filled with violence, though his rugged face was expressionless like a fool.

A group of well-equipped prison guards cautiously stood nearby, each dragging chains wrapped around the Fist Tao God’s sturdy limbs and neck, ready to prevent the beast-like man from abruptly attacking.

"How did he end up like this? Have you found out the exact reason?"

Jiang Dali stood up from his chair, walked to the Fist Tao God, and then turned his gaze to the sixty-year-old elder with a long goatee on the side.

This elder, whose eyes sometimes flashed with a greenish glow, was Medicine King Mo Feiyuan, renowned throughout the martial world.

Since capturing the Fist Tao God yesterday, Jiang Dali realized that the Fist Tao God’s state was unusual.

Considering the Eternal Life God is adept at using poison, and when encountering the Fist Tao God at Leifeng Tower in the past, the opponent still had some sanity, informing him that he had been fed something called the Beast Pill, Jiang Dali ordered Mo Feiyuan to examine whether the Fist Tao God had been poisoned with something akin to the Three Corpses Brain God Pill, causing them to be manipulated.

The elder bowed and replied, "Reporting to the village chief, this warrior is indeed poisoned with a rare toxin, but this toxin has already penetrated his limbs, torso, and even his brain. It defies any remedy, and even if all the world’s divine doctors were gathered together, there would be no cure, unless we find the true antidote."

Saying this, the Medicine King paused and added, with a serious expression, "This warrior is a Heavenly Human 8th Realm expert, yet he is controlled by this toxin, so I suspect the poison he ingested must be a divine-grade poison, extremely rare and of great research value."

By the end of his words, the Medicine King’s eyes showed traces of excitement and passion.

"Oh?"

Jiang Dali frowned, staring at the heavily unstable Fist Tao God, who seemed ready to explode and harm others at any moment, thinking it was a pity.

Since Mo Feiyuan had said so, it seemed rescuing the Fist Tao God was impossible, only hoping to defeat the Eternal Life God completely in the future and obtain the antidote to rescue the Fist Tao God.

As for now, seeking secrets from the unstable Fist Tao God was clearly impossible.

Jiang Dali pondered for a moment, took out a bottle of ’Wall Poison’ from his bosom, and handed it to the curious Mo Feiyuan, saying, "This is a divine-grade poison called Wall Poison, crafted by the person controlling this man. I hope you can research something valuable from this Wall Poison."

"Divine-grade poison!? Wall Poison!?"

Mo Feiyuan, half-believing, quickly took it, immediately opened the bottle, poured out a pill wrapped in wax paper, and sniffed it lightly.

No one else could detect anything, yet he seemed able to glean some information from the scent, his eyes growing brighter.

"Wall Poison, Wall Poison?...A good name, a good name! The person who made this poison is apparently a master of hidden poison, I also excel in a poison technique, Mountain Poisoning!"

He muttered to himself, "Inner strength has ’Mountain Crossing Bull Striking,’ which is a means of borrowing power, hitting targets through objects, while poison also has borrowing any media to spread toxicity. Among poison experts, there are those who casually use objects to achieve poison through objects.’

Before his words had fallen, several Divine Iron City guards behind him suddenly appeared abnormal.

These guards were unaware, yet Jiang Dali noticed immediately, seeing that their appearance showed no obvious abnormalities, but on closer inspection, there was a faint green sheen covering several of them.

The green sheen made their unaware faces appear quite terrifying.

As the green light became increasingly intense, their faces and clothing changed to appear more bizarre, and they began to sense pain, each one breathing heavily in confusion.

"Village chief, this is my subordinate’s Mountain Poisoning Bull Skill!"

Medicine King Mo Feiyuan put away the bottle, respectfully bowing with a smile to Jiang Dali, and as he bowed, instantly the strange green light on the guards’ bodies disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.

This silent, invisible means of poisoning and curing was indeed terrifying.

"Good! As expected of Medicine King!"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, instinctively reaching out to pat Mo Feiyuan’s shoulder in approval, but realizing it was inappropriate to touch this old poison master, he folded his arms instead, nodding lightly in agreement.

After offering some encouragement, he instructed everyone to treat the Fist Tao God well, and then trekked down the mountain and left.

The situation with the Fist Tao God remained unresolved for now, and Fa Zhi had already been devoured and killed.

But Bu Jingyun had already been taken to unknown whereabouts, and the Eternal Life God’s purpose might soon be fulfilled.

However, he was not in a rush, for if his estimation was correct, rescuing Bu Jingyun still had other contingency plans, but these were not urgent actions he could accomplish now; he had already arranged for other personnel to monitor several suspicious locations closely...

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