Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin Jian Qian kneeled on the boat, ready to die. Chen Changan and Flood Dragon Hei gave him the cold eye. Jian Qian held his hands in prayer. “Ah Mi Tuo Fo, merciful Buddha.” Golden lights spilled from his body, turning into bright flames that ate away at him. He was setting himself aflame to burn all his sins. Jian Qian endured the bitter pain of being cooked alive while his skin peeled, and his flesh turned to ash. Hei was looking in horror. [He just swallowed eighteen Spirit Severing monks and has incredible strength himself, yet a word from Senior has him laying his life on the pyre. This is the price for his affront on Senior.] Chen Changan liked this outcome. The mighty Special Effects had the belligerent monk wishing for death. It might be just smoke and mirrors, but the intimidation was very real, scaring the enemy into total submission. Chen Changan had a feeling this was not all Special Effects could do. With the danger passing, he cut off Special Effects, and the world went back to normal. The pressure across Ghost Province lifted. The cultivators eased their breath, looking paler and horrified in the Myriad Mountains’ direction. [Was that the Absolute Dominator?] Regardless of what happened, this once again took Ghost Province by storm. The Myriad Mountains were unsurmountable. Jian Qian’s life ebbed away as he was burned alive on the Gold Immortal Vessel. “Senior, what’s that?” A multicoloured light shone from the Sarira. A golden ray fell upon the Sarira, fading away to reveal an aged monk. He held his hand in prayer, showing extreme gratitude towards Chen Changan. “Greetings Senior, I am Wu Liang.” The old monk was, like the name implied, one with the world, showing not a trace of cultivation. Yet the danger was only amplified. Hei shivered inside, instantly labelling the sudden monk as an Empty Immortal. Not that he was scared or anything. [Is he here to threaten Senior as well?] “What’s your tie to Jian Qian?” Wu Liang spoke, “Senior, I am Jian Qian’s Dao Protector.” Chen Changan said, “Have you come for revenge?” Wu Liang was the utmost respectful: “Never, Senior. My only hope is that Senior, in your infinite kindness, allow me to take his Sarira.” “For what reason?” Wu Liang paused, “Senior, Jian Qian died, but the Sarira belonged to a Buddhist cultivator. They are of use to me.” Chen Changan said, “Oh?” He ordered Hei to go on the Gold Immortal Vessel. Wu Liang frowned, simply watching his approach. The unknown and sudden appearance of this youth in white shook the Nine Province Continent with his boundless power. The monk was a Dao Protector from the Sumeru Immortal Domain, tasked with guarding the incarnation of his Domain’s Buddha in the Lower Realm. Due to Chen Changan’s terrifying display of Buddhist power, he could not even muster the nerve to interfere, merely watching Jian Qian burn himself to nothing. He only showed himself to take the Sarira. While Wu Liang was a mighty Immortal Lord unaffected by the Nine Provinces’ Principles, he was nonetheless scared of this unknown youth. He felt from the Almighty Heavenly Dragon an endless power of Buddha he could not contend with. Wu Liang was certain Chen Changan could kill even him, an Immortal Lord. Chen Changan stepped on the Gold Immortal Vessel to find it empty. He waved, and the multicoloured Sarira fell into his hand. Wu Lian’s heart sank. “Senior…” “Care to try fighting me for it?” Chen Changan said. Wu Liang winced, “Ah Mi Tuo Fo. Senior, I’d never.” “Then beat it already!” Chen Changan found no need to be polite to Jian Qian’s Dao Protector. Wu Liang grimaced, much more afraid of getting on Chen Changan than the precious remains, leaving just like that. “Wait.” Chen Changan spoke. The monk asked, “How may I be of service, Senior?” “As Jian Qian’s Dao Protector, you should leave something behind.” Wu Liang winced harder, anger glinting in his eyes. An Immortal Lord like him had never been humiliated in his life! He took a deep breath to calm himself. “Senior, I know you’re strong, but you must exercise mercy.” “Is that so?” Chen Changan made a sight, his tone icy. “Old monk, your rudeness can only be rewarded with rudeness. Almighty Heavenly Dragon…” The Heavens were outraged once again as a Dragon Roar swept them along with its infinite power. Fear gripped this Immortal Lord’s heart, feeling death getting nearer. He no longer hesitated and kneeled. “Spare me, Senior!”