Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 762 - 442: True Technique Level Twenty-Two, God Fills the Void, Vigor Around the Sandy Realm!_2

"So it turns out I am indeed called Li Xuanzhen."

"I simply sat through death's threshold once, how did the sect become like this under your care! To the point where baldies attack us at home, and someone is ready to turn our ancestral hall into a Buddhist temple."

Before severing his memory, the Taoist had already recorded all information about his former self on the scroll.

He naturally understood the brand of his own spirit.

"Elder Ancestor, after you secluded yourself for five hundred years, a demonic realm invaded, and Li Xuanxian, our ancestor, emerged to lead the elite of the Dao Sect to the Ultimate Sublimation. At the cost of exhausting Life Span, a Yin-Yang convergence strike was launched, piercing through the demonic realm and halting this disaster."

"Sadly, in this war, our Southern Heavenly Dao lineage, being the leader, suffered a grievous loss. The Buddhist Sect seized the opportunity to rise, encroaching step by step, and now the world is under Buddhist reign," one old Taoist said hoarsely.

"If it hadn't been for the battle scar you left before your seclusion, they probably would have already seized control of our Southern Heavenly Dao Sect's ancestral hall."

As the old Taoists explained bit by bit, the young Taoist gradually understood the current situation.

Just at this moment, one of the severely injured monks suddenly came to. He looked at the Taoist in front of him with a frightened expression and hastily pulled out a scroll from his chest.

"This senior from the Southern Heavenly Dao Sect, I came to deliver a challenge of a debate between the Dao and Buddhist doctrines on behalf of Buddha's envoy. This is all a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding."

"You really think my Southern Heavenly Dao Sect is defenseless, considering us already your prey."

"However, even in war, an envoy is not to be harmed; I am not an unreasonable person. I will accept your challenge, but there is only one reply and yet there are three of you."

"Three masters, choose amongst yourselves who will go back!"

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Two days later, a young Taoist led an old Taoist, a young apprentice, a constantly coughing young Taoist, and a limping priest on the road for the debate between Dao and Buddhism.

Crushed for over two thousand years, what was once the premier sect of the Tianwu Continent is now reduced to the weak and sickly...

This so-called debate between Dao and Buddhism is truly a trap set by the Buddhist Sect to strangle the Dao Sect.

The young Taoist had a fire burning in his heart as he set off on the western journey.

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Shatter the Void, Pure Yang Holy Fist, five Ultimate Moves.

These were the enlightenments during the Taoist's re-cultivation.

In the fist is the ultimate, sincere as the fist.

The first punch, Sun and Moon in the Sky.

The punch bursts forth, radiating boundless light. With one throw, it's like confronting the heavens above.

In the Xilian Zen Monastery, amidst roaring flames, the Taoist walked away with hands behind his back. The four ailing Taoists bearing the banner of the Southern Heavenly Dao Sect followed closely with firm steps.

This was the first Buddhist Temple he encountered on his journey west, but it surely wasn't the last.

Swiftly, the Kuliang Zen Monastery, the Lion's Secret Sect, Wanhua Fazong... one monastery after another fell into the boundless sea of flames.

Whoever it was, no matter the strength, the Taoist always delivered just one punch, Sun and Moon in the Sky.

Defeating experts on his path.

Across the Tianwu Continent, news spread like a hurricane.

The ancestor of the Southern Heavenly Dao Sect had emerged; Pure Yang Holy Fist Li Xuanzhen headed straight for the First Holy Land of Buddhism, the Wuyun Miliang Sect.

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"Your cultivation is not poor, you are the strongest I have encountered on this journey, worthy of my second punch."

"The second Holy Fist, Chaos Tent."

Chaos Tent.

The punch encompassed heaven and earth, creating a terrifying spherical field, massively suppressing anyone caught within; imbuing the entire space with Fist Intent, its might even more formidable.

With a single punch, the elderly monk in front of the Taoist looked alarmed, watching as a fist shadow in his pupil grew larger and larger until swallowing him whole, followed by a burst of blood mist in the sky.

"Abbot!"

Accompanied by the wails of the monks, the young Taoist with the lame leg draped a red cape considerately over the shoulders of the young Taoist. The four ailing Daoists bearing the banner of the Southern Heavenly Dao Sect continued their western journey.

This time, their flag was raised high, their backs no longer bent as before.

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Wuyun Miliang Sect.

Buddha Hall.

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Monks gathered.

High-ranking monks of the Buddhist Sect of Tianwu Continent met in convivial chatter.

"Thousand miles of birdsong, green reflecting against red."

"In the village by the waters, the tavern flag flutters in the breeze."

"Forty-eight thousand temples across Tianwu."

"How many towers and pavilions in the misty rain."

A monk uttered a quatrain, instantly drawing praise from all those present.

"Ha-ha, excellent! Master Wuzhen's poem is marvelous."

"In the two thousand plus years since that old thief Li Xuanxian died, our Buddhist Sect has indeed flourished."

"With Master Wuzhen paving the way with his gems, I too have serendipitously composed a poem, please my Buddhist peers, appraise it."

"Across miles, the Dao is unseen amidst wind-blown flowers."

"Countless faithful chant the Lotus Sutra."

"Buddhism fundamentally begins with Buddha at its head."

"How could it sit equally named alongside the Dao."

"Excellent! A marvelous poem!"

As the monks cheered, a bare-chested monk suddenly stood up, his face dramatically changing.

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