Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin “Spare me, Senior!” Wu Lian shivered on his knees as he begged for his life. The unleashed Buddhist Path brought nothing but despair to the old monk. He didn’t even entertain the possibility of resisting, finding kneeling and begging for his life the only means of survival. The Almighty Heavenly Dragon’s aura made him shiver as it swept over him, his face pale from terror. Without Chen Changan’s prompt, Wu Liang grunted as he let out two golden lights that cut off his arms. He spoke as blood spurted, “Senior, I’ve severed my arms as a sign of my repentance. I ask that Senior spares me.” Chen Changan said, “A monk that clings to life, ha! Now get out of my sight!” Wu Liang shivered and thanked, “I can’t thank you enough for your mercy, Senior. I will never forget your kindness.” Chen Changan’s bloodthirst shone in his eyes. “Cut the act and scram!” Wu Liang trembled and fled in a golden light, no longer wasting time. Even a mighty Upper Realm Immortal Lord ended up scrambling away in terror from Chen Changan. He had to thank Special Effects for that. The Almighty Heavenly Dragon looked to be the real deal when Chen Changan activated the trait, not just some prop. How else could its aura terrify even the likes of the Immortal Lord? Wu Liang’s mind was void of even fighting back, resigned to his fate. He only saw begging as the only means. The monk had cultivated in the Sumeru Immortal Domain for hundreds of thousands of years. And one thing was universal to all old fossils: the stronger they were, the more they clung to life. It mattered not that the process was undignified and humiliating, like begging for one’s life on their knees, so long as they kept breathing. Wu Liang had fled thousands of miles in a blink, yet he still looked back with horror. He was gratified to have escaped such an ordeal. “Ah Mi Tuo Fo, grieving and compassionate Child Song Cai, Buddha Duo Bao, I had no choice. Even I barely escaped hell with my life. I couldn’t save him.” Chen Changan’s Buddhist Path display left him in the grips of terror. Wu Liang did not feel such fear even before the Immortal Emperors and Immortal Sovereigns in the Sumeru Immortal Domain. Just how strong was this Monster? It defied all logic. And to think it was in a backwater Lower Realm as the Nine Province Continent! If he had known of Chen Changan’s existence, he would’ve rather died than let Buddha Duo Bao send Jian Qian here to reincarnate, only to end up burning himself to death. Even worlds apart, he could still feel the horrors of that power lingering in his psyche. He did not want anything to do with the Nine Province Continent any longer, opening an Immortal Gate. Wu Liang vowed to live his life to never come here again. The Special Effects trait was beyond effective, leaving an Immortal Lord traumatized. Chen Changan toyed with the multicoloured remains, sensing the deep Buddhist Aura. Hei turned into a human by his side. “Flood Dragon Hei, do you know any use for it?” Hei shook his head. “Senior, all I know is that a Buddhist Relic is left behind when a profound Buddhist monk passes away.” Chen Changan stashed it away for now. Wu Liang’s desire to take them proved there was some use for them yet. His eyes focused on the Gold Immortal Vessel. “Flood Dragon Hei, you said this boat belongs to Mist Province Lord, right? Why was Jian Qian using it?” “Senior, I’m not sure. Maybe Ah’Miao would know.” He paused, “Senior, Mist Province Lord wanted to marry Ah’Miao off to a monk. Could he have been the one?” Chen Changan started. Jian Qian called himself a monk but looked anything but, especially those bouncy locks and pretty face. He couldn’t have come to the Myriad Mountains because of Chen Changan, leaving only Ah’Miao as the only reason. [You’re telling me that insufferable and antagonistic monk was supposed to be the husband Mist Province Lord set for his Daughter?]