hotmtlnovel Chapter 77 Patriarch of the Nether River
Chapter 77 Patriarch of the Nether River
Suddenly, a sword light flew out from the depths of the Sea of Blood, blocking Lu Yu's attack. This sword light was full of killing intent. Looking toward the direction from which the sword light came, one could see a Taoist whose age was indiscernible, sitting atop the Sea of Blood.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Although the Taoist's age could not be discerned, his presence had an aura of the timelines—a vague and indescribable breath. He sat there as though one could see the passage of time itself, and with just one glance, everyone knew this Taoist must be an ancient powerhouse.
He wore a black Taoist robe, and behind him were two blood-colored long swords, from which endless killing intent emanated, causing an involuntary shiver to anyone who sensed it—it was as if through these swords one could see the purest form of the intent to kill.
"It's not easy to find such a fine seedling; we cannot let him be wasted!" The words of the Taoist reached everyone's ears as if coming from the distant past, carrying the breath of the ages.
Intimidated by the aura of the Taoist, everyone dared not make a single move, but this did not include Lu Yu; he harbored a resolute intent to kill Xue Wuyi.
Regardless of the Taoist's obstruction, the bright sword light soared once more, rushing straight towards Xue Wuyi's face.
Seeing this, the Taoist furrowed his brows and said, "Interesting, to make a move under the pressure of an elder like me is not simple. When did such outstanding talent spring up in the Three Realms!"
With a gentle wave of his sleeve, Lu Yu's sword light vanished without a trace, as if it had sunk into the ocean depths.
Seeing this, Lu Yu knew he probably could no longer kill Xue Wuyi; with the Taoist blocking him, his attacks could not reach Xue Wuyi at all.
Xue Wuyi, upon seeing this, rejoiced in his heart, knowing his efforts had not been in vain. With this elder stepping forward to protect him, his life was without worry.
"Since you made a strike under my watch, take a strike from me!" said the Taoist lightly.
Behind him, one of the treasured swords shimmered, and a sword light full of pure killing intent attacked Lu Yu.
Naturally, Lu Yu would not take this lightly; after all, the one he faced was a legend. However, it wasn't his style to yield so easily either.
Although Lu Yu's Sword Intent still seemed somewhat immature in his eyes, the courage to draw a sword against him was extremely rare.
"Well, I, the patriarch, have avoided the world for many years, and truly have not seen the likes of you before. Should you die at my hands, I shall collect your soul into this Sea of Blood; you would make a fine Asura."
"Amitabha! Heaven cherishes all life; it would be best, patriarch, not to create more killing karma!" At this moment, a chant of Buddha's name suddenly came from afar.
A young Monk appeared above the Sea of Blood, dressed in a Kasaya, standing upon a lotus platform, with a halo of merit shining brightly behind his head.
"Ksitigarbha! You've come to meddle again," said the Patriarch of the Nether River with some resentment.
"This humble monk has made a great vow: 'Hell shall not be empty, I will not become a Buddha; until all beings are liberated, only then shall I attain Bodhi.' Patriarch, if you continue to kill, wouldn't that destroy this monk's merit?" Ksitigarbha replied with a smile on his face.
"Humph! You go too far!" The Patriarch of the Nether River felt somewhat angry and embarrassed. At this moment, he was too lazy to bother with Lu Yu anymore, and he maneuvered the Sea of Blood in an attempt to drown the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha.
The golden light of merit on Ksitigarbha's head shone brightly as he stood calmly atop the roaring Sea of Blood, quietly chanting sutras. The Sea of Blood couldn't get close to him; instead, as the chanting resonated, the countless aggrieved souls sunken in the Sea of Blood were transcended one by one.
They turned into clear-spirited Ghosts, paid their respects to Ksitigarbha, and then vanished from sight.
With the liberation of these aggrieved souls, Ksitigarbha's halo of merit became even brighter, and the speed of their Conversion increased once more.
The two treasured swords, Yuantu and Abi, flew up but were blocked by the Treasure Bead in Ksitigarbha's hands, unable to harm him. The Patriarch of the Nether River was so frustrated, he felt like spitting blood. Ever since the formation of the world, he was born from this Sea of Blood and had always been a renowned entity within the Three Realms.
Yet now, he suffered a great loss at the hands of the rising star Ksitigarbha.
Ever since Ksitigarbha made his great vow, he had dwelled in the Netherworld, suppressing the Sea of Blood, which made the once-powerful Patriarch of the Nether River unable to make a name for himself, quietly fading from the Three Realms' memory.
It was due to such pressure from Ksitigarbha that he cast aside his pride and personally devised a plan, using Xue Wuyi to condense the Sea of Blood to replenish the Netherworld's Sea of Blood.