Chapter Ninety-Nine: A Single Slash to Vanquish the Demon

The old man before them was once a devout ascetic monk from India who had fallen into the path of darkness. For years, he had inflicted suffering upon himself in hopes of atoning for his sins and attaining the supreme Buddhist enlightenment. Yet, all his efforts were in vain. Ultimately, the overwhelming desire to achieve Buddhahood consumed him, and he degenerated into a man-eating demonic monk.

Despite this, his power was formidable. He had even brought several tribes in India under his control, receiving daily offerings of raw children to satisfy his hunger.

During his travels in India, Master Tang happened upon this overwhelmingly powerful demonic monk. With cunning temptation, he persuaded the monk to return to China, intending to harness his strength to claim dominance over the underground world spanning the five coastal provinces.

The demonic monk, after sampling the beauty and grace of Tang’s secretary, did not refuse. In fact, he willingly came to China. After all, a gourmet desires to taste the finest delicacies the world has to offer.

The moment he laid eyes on Lin Feng, he immediately sensed an extraordinary aura and unparalleled strength. If he were to devour this man, his cultivation would surely leap forward, perhaps even reaching the elusive supreme realm.

Without hesitation, he lunged forward, opening his bloodthirsty maw to bite fiercely at Lin Feng’s neck.

“Biluoyezhang Tian!” Lin Feng softly uttered these five words in response to the monk’s savage assault, and instantly, the entire private room was filled with a chilling, sword-like intent.

Before the demonic monk’s bloody jaws could close on Lin Feng, he was utterly shaken by the apparition of the Avici Hell manifesting before him.

“What… is this? Could it be that Avici Hell truly exists in this world?” The monk could hardly believe his eyes as the scene unfolded: the Biluoyezhang Waterfall, littered with corpses, pouring into the bottomless Yellow Springs abyss, haunted by endless vengeful souls and fierce Rakshasas.

Though deeply rooted in Buddhist teachings, the monk had never witnessed such vivid and lifelike imagery of hell—as if it were real and tangible.

Lost in shock and despair, he muttered to himself, “Could it be that Buddhas truly exist? That karma truly binds us? Then I am utterly engulfed in karmic debts!”

Turning around, he suddenly saw countless faces of the souls he had devoured crawling over his back. Their bodies were rotten, dragging themselves across the ground, stretching out decayed arms, trying to pull him deeper into the abyss, whispering curses:

“Come! Remain here forever!”

“Come! This is your eternal fate!”

A cold shiver ran down the monk’s spine. His karmic burdens were too heavy to bear. Though human nature is inherently flawed, he still possessed a compassionate heart—after all, he was once a monk who both saved others and himself.

This relentless assault from his own faith nearly shattered his soul.

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