In the underground world of the Scripture Repository, fierce winds howled, swirling up to a hundred feet high.
The female cultivators, shackled and imprisoned, gazed blankly at the sky, awaiting their foreseeable tragic fate.
Su Qingqiu’s pupils contracted, her chest exhaling hot air that seared her lungs, her throat feeling as if it was clogged with razor blades.
The scene before her eyes was comparable to the Avici Hell described in Tantric scriptures.
“Flower Fairy, the twenty-fifth Saintess of the fallen Qianyuan Holy Land a hundred years ago.”
“The youngest granddaughter of the Valley Master of Kongji Valley, Lan Ruoxi.”
“The High Priestess of Xiangli Kingdom—Chuan Wu Fairy.”
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Su Qingqiu’s fingers clenched, her delicate body trembling involuntarily. Just a rough glance around, and she could name at least dozens of them.
It was evident that this small world was filled with once-brilliant prodigies.
They should have had beautiful futures, grand prospects, either marrying and raising children, becoming wives and mothers, or bearing the banner of their sects, protecting one side.
But who would have thought that their disappearance was not an accident, but a man-made disaster!
To abduct the prodigies of various major forces in the Wilderness, Langya Kingdom alone could never have managed it! The Western Buddhist Kingdom played a significant role in this!
“First, complete the task assigned by the Master.”
“Don’t let anger cloud your judgment, Wu Die is still struggling outside.”
Su Qingqiu patted her cheeks to wake herself up, spreading her divine sense to search for the seraph girl.
“Lian Yue! Where are you?”
“Master Qingzhou ordered me to rescue you, respond if you can hear me.”
However, what responded to her was a desolate silence.
The thousands of female cultivators seemed oblivious, as if they couldn’t see or hear the sudden intruder.
They wandered like solitary ghostly figures, lost in their own world.
“How long have these people been imprisoned?” Su Qingqiu frowned slightly, noticing the signs.
Most of the imprisoned female cultivators had been in this small world for many years, like consumables, waiting at any moment for the Zen cultivators of the Buddhist Kingdom to come and select them as furnaces.
Their spirits had long since collapsed. Even if rescued, unless aided by precious spiritual treasures and nurtured over many years, there was little chance of recovery. Even if their minds cleared, the years of imprisonment would likely have changed their personalities drastically, turning former prodigies into ordinary people.
They weren’t blind or deaf; the flame of hope in their hearts had been extinguished by the endless torment and waiting.
“Where is Lian Yue? Why isn’t she responding?”
“Could it be…”
An ominous feeling rose in Su Qingqiu’s heart.
Lian Yue had been captured for no more than half a year; she shouldn’t be in such a state.
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In a certain corner.
A slender woman with wings on her back curled up on the ground, her eyes closed, her eyebrows twitching from time to time, as if experiencing a nightmare.
In the dream.
She recalled her life in the Ancient Divine City, wearing sacred armor, proudly serving as the City Lord’s personal guard.
Suddenly.
A gentle smile, a straight figure intruded into her dream, reminding her of his earnest advice when they parted.
“Sir, the human world is indeed not fun at all.”
Since being captured by Langya Kingdom and imprisoned in this small world, she had never forgotten Mr. Meng’s words.
Never give up!
To carve out a path of her own, to one day stand shoulder to shoulder with the City Lord at the pinnacle of the river of time, overlooking the rise and fall of all beings, she must endure hardships.
So she kept resisting, trying to find ways to save herself for half a year.
However, after trying all sorts of methods, even nearly escaping a few times, she was personally recaptured by the King of Langya and beaten several times. Gradually, the spirit that kept her going was worn down…
But fortunately, the imprisoned female cultivators were all intended as furnaces for the Arhats of the Buddhist Kingdom. Langya Kingdom dared not touch them, fearing to anger the Arhats.
This preserved her purity.
“Sir, Lian Yue is so useless, I’m afraid… I can’t meet your expectations.”
“Lian Yue is tired.”
Lian Yue’s world turned completely dark, falling into self-imposed isolation, no light could penetrate her world anymore.
No one could save her.
Lian Yue knew this very well because two days ago, the King of Langya had met her, telling her to prepare herself for the arrival of the Lustful Arhat, who would take her to the Buddhist Kingdom to participate in the Zen of Bliss…
Upon hearing this news, Lian Yue’s first reaction was to commit suicide, and she even acted on it.
But to no avail, the parasites planted in her body would release toxins to knock her unconscious whenever they detected her life nearing its end, and when she woke up, her injuries would be healed.
She couldn’t even die.
Who could destroy Langya Kingdom, who could face the Buddhas of the heavens, and fight for a glimmer of hope for her?
No one could do it, not even the City Lord.
The Joyful Buddha was a Great Being at the peak of the Morning Glow Realm, highly valued by the Buddha, bestowed with the Dao Rhyme of the Sky-Reaching Realm for protection, as the King of Langya had personally told her.
In her hazy dream.
A sudden voice rang in her ear: “Lian Yue, wake up! I am Su Qingqiu, the maid of the Empress of Great Jin, and also Meng Qin’s maid.”
“Can you hear me?”
“Well, never mind, I’ll take you out first!”
Immediately, Lian Yue felt herself being carried on someone’s back. She opened her beautiful eyes in confusion, and when she saw who it was, a slight ripple appeared in her eyes:
“It’s you?”
She had seen Su Qingqiu before, though only once.
“Don’t worry about me, just go.” Lian Yue struggled, saying, “You are so beautiful, you must not be discovered by those beasts. I am destined to be trapped here, I can’t drag you down.”
Su Qingqiu bit her red lips, hearing this, she sighed deeply in her heart.
It’s over!
Completely over!
Lian Yue’s spirit was also on the verge of collapse. She could still speak normally for now, but it was not hard to hear that Lian Yue had completely lost hope.
“Don’t worry! Master Meng Qin is here too, he came specifically to save you! Master will definitely take you out of this hellhole.”
“Sir, he…”
Hearing Meng Qin’s name, a bit of light returned to Lian Yue’s eyes, then she became anxious, patting Su Qingqiu’s shoulder urgently:
“Quickly, tell Sir to leave! The Lustful Arhat from the Buddhist Kingdom will arrive in Langya’s capital soon to take me to the West. If the Arhat discovers Sir’s presence, he will be in danger.”
Su Qingqiu’s eyes were firm: “I believe in Master, there is nothing in this world that Master cannot do.”
“If there is, it must be because Master doesn’t want to do it.”
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Meanwhile.
On the Imperial Dao of the palace, Wu Die walked out alone, saying indifferently:
“Stop looking, I’m here.”
In an instant, thousands of soldiers raised their weapons, forming a killing array.
The County Magistrate of the capital’s government offices and the head of the Dali Temple walked out together, saying coldly:
“Demoness, why don’t you keep hiding?”
Wu Die shrugged indifferently, saying:
“The famous Langya Kingdom’s ‘Descending God Array,’ how could I not have heard of it? You’ve killed all the apostles, where else could I hide?”
As she finished speaking, Wu Die’s eyes, which were as calm as water, suddenly turned sharp. She licked her red lips with a wicked charm:
“But, capturing me…”
“Is not that simple.”
“Let’s see if you have the ability.”
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