Not far from Boundless City, in a desolate mountain range.
Fang Ling sat cross-legged on the yellowing grass, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat drenching his clothes.
After leaving Boundless City, he had planned to head straight to Feather City.
Mr. Mo’s forces in the Blood Marsh were entrenched in Feather City.
But he hadn’t gone far before he couldn’t endure it any longer.
He had underestimated the power of the Death Wish Curse, which grew stronger over time.
He was already suffering from the soul-splitting pain, and now the agony had doubled.
He couldn’t imagine how much worse it would get in the future; it would truly drive a person mad, making them wish for death.
He suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of helplessness flashing through them.
He had tried every method he could think of, but still couldn’t break the Death Wish Curse.
“Now, I can only return to the Frozen Mountain Temple and perhaps ask a few masters for help,” he muttered.
He had originally planned to make a name for himself before returning to the Frozen Mountain Temple.
But now he had no other choice; he didn’t want to endure this pain day and night.
In this state, he couldn’t rest, let alone cultivate in peace.
He stood up, ready to return to the South Sun Kingdom alone.
But suddenly, he heard a noise behind him.
Turning around, he saw a strange woman behind him.
The woman wore simple clothes, her face devoid of any makeup, exuding a serene elegance.
In her right hand, she held a white jade bottle with several fresh willow branches inside, their purpose unknown.
Though plain, her face was exceptionally beautiful, a natural beauty without the need for adornment.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
“My Dao name is Purple Bamboo, the sixth elder of the Pure Bamboo Nunnery.”
“Some days ago, I observed the celestial phenomena at night and saw a malevolent star appear in the southern lands.”
“So I left the Pure Bamboo Nunnery to travel here, hoping to convert the malevolent star and reduce the sins in the world.”
“I came from Boundless City, pitying the millions of cultivators who have all become unclaimed bones…”
“Benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and you will find the shore.”
“Let me help you wash away your sins and purify your soul…”
Purple Bamboo Abbess looked at Fang Ling with sincere eyes, speaking softly.
Hearing she was an elder of the Pure Bamboo Nunnery, Fang Ling became wary.
In the Southern Dipper Region, the Buddhist sects were numerous, but two places were the most prosperous.
One was the Pu Long Temple, filled with monks.
The other was the Pure Bamboo Nunnery, filled with nuns.
The strength of Pu Long Temple and Pure Bamboo Nunnery was on par, making them the two holy lands of Buddhism in the Southern Dipper Region.
“Not interested, I just want to go home…” Fang Ling turned and disappeared in an instant.
The pressure from Purple Bamboo Abbess was immense; her strength must be terrifying.
In his current state, he couldn’t be her opponent and could only choose to avoid her.
But what made him uneasy was that even though he had used the Divine Movement Step to run far away, he still felt her presence behind him.
He couldn’t shake off her aura.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
“Benefactor, do not fear me; I am compassionate and will not harm you!”
Suddenly, Purple Bamboo Abbess appeared in front of him, looking at him indifferently.
Fang Ling stopped, knowing that with his current speed, he couldn’t escape from her.
“Abbess, how do you plan to help me?” Fang Ling asked.
Purple Bamboo Abbess said calmly, “Benefactor, your heavy killing intent and deep demonic roots are all due to this demonic art.”
“So I must abolish it; this is the only way to save you from the root.”
“If the demonic art is not removed, you will remain in that abyss of despair for life.”
“Additionally, your body is filled with malevolent energy; you need to stay by my side so I can slowly dissolve it with supreme Buddhist teachings.”
“Then, by practicing some Buddhist scriptures, you can completely escape this endless abyss.”
“You want to abolish my powers?” Fang Ling’s expression darkened.
His Blood Sword and Gluttony Divine Art had just made some progress, and they were taught by his two masters. How could he easily give them up?
Purple Bamboo Abbess put away the white jade bottle, then clasped her hands together, chanting, “Amitabha Buddha! I do this only to save you.”
Fang Ling retorted, “I’m fine; I don’t need your unnecessary concern.”
“If you have time, go save others; don’t bother me!”
Purple Bamboo Abbess smiled, “If you remain obstinate, don’t blame me for being rude!”
“For the sake of the world and to save you, I have no choice but to be forceful.”
“Abbess, you speak of compassion, but I am suffering now. Can you help alleviate it first?” Fang Ling asked earnestly.
Purple Bamboo Abbess’s eyelashes fluttered, and a strange blue light appeared in her eyes.
Her previously calm face showed a hint of surprise, “A witch’s curse?”
Fang Ling nodded, “This is the Death Wish Curse. Those afflicted suffer worse than death.”
“I endure soul-tearing pain every moment, and it only gets worse…”
“The Death Wish Curse!” Purple Bamboo Abbess’s eyes widened, clearly recognizing the curse.
“Amitabha Buddha! But the root of all this is still you, Benefactor.”
“Past actions have led to present consequences.”
“Though you suffer from the curse, the one who cast it is already gone…”
“Abbess, you seem knowledgeable about ancient witch curses. Can you save me from this suffering?” Fang Ling asked again.
Purple Bamboo Abbess closed her eyes, seemingly hesitant.
But at that moment, Fang Ling suddenly acted.
“Saramita Realm!” He used this divine power to trap Purple Bamboo Abbess.
The Saramita Realm wasn’t just for killing; it was also excellent for escaping.
Since he only needed to trap her, the barrier he created wasn’t large and didn’t consume much spiritual power.
It was enough for him to escape a long distance and shake off this nun.
“Abbess, I must take my leave!” He said and disappeared immediately.
Inside the Saramita Realm, Purple Bamboo Abbess looked around the barrier in shock.
“Who is this person? How does he know our Buddhist supreme divine power?”
“The Saramita Realm is one of the ten great Buddhist divine powers. At its deepest level, it can even create a Buddha’s kingdom.”
“Such a divine power, neither our Pure Bamboo Nunnery nor Pu Long Temple possesses. Where did he learn it?”
She took a deep breath, looking in the direction Fang Ling had disappeared.
Initially, she only wanted to convert Fang Ling.
But now, she wanted to obtain this supreme Buddhist divine power from him.
…
Fang Ling endured the pain, flying through the clouds.
“I should have brought the Nether Beast with me; riding it would be faster…” he muttered.
“Though Purple Bamboo Abbess’s cultivation far surpasses mine, as long as we’re still in the martial realm, she can’t break the Saramita Realm!”
“Hmm? What’s going on?” But in an instant, he was dumbfounded.
“The Saramita Realm is intact, not broken. How did she…”
Purple Bamboo Abbess had caught up, suddenly appearing in front of him.
She looked at Fang Ling and said calmly, “Amitabha Buddha! The one you trapped was merely a lotus platform manifestation.”
“To think you know our Buddhist divine power, where did you learn it?”
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