The Prodigies War-Chapter 2350 Meet the Blind Monk and Mist-Wreathed Woman Again

Dao Burial Sea Mound.

This name alone gave an ominous and eerie feeling.

Stepping into its depths was like entering hell itself. Black mist choked the air, countless restless souls lurked in the shadows, and every corner was filled with scenes of despair that could shatter the will of even the strongest cultivators.

This place was vast, and the deeper one ventured, the thicker and more suffocating the black mist became.

Lin Xun’s true body pressed forward, and at last, he escaped the encirclement of the Emperor wraiths and arrived at the central area of the Dao Burial Sea Mound.

Here, only a single dao altar, spanning ten thousand feet, floated eerily above the sea. Arranged in the Nine Palaces Formation, the altar emanated an ancient, timeworn aura. Its surface was stained deep with blood.

When Lin Xun arrived, he found the area around the altar already surrounded by terrifying Emperor wraiths.

Among them were Kunpeng skeletons as huge as floating continents and towering figures clad in ancient armor, their bodies shrouded in billowing black mist. Some were mangled corpses crackling with black lightning, and some were giant birds with skeletal wings white as bone, exuding a monstrous demonic qi.

Each of them radiated overwhelming power comparable to eighth realm Emperors. Some even bore unusually domineering auras that rivaled the might of Emperor Ancestors!

Rumble—

The Emperor wraiths unleashed terrifyingly destructive forces and bombarded the dao altar with all their might. Dao sounds rumbled ceaselessly, echoing like thunderclaps across the nine heavens.

Around the altar, obscure and unfathomable restriction forces flashed, constantly resisting and neutralizing the relentless assaults from all directions.

Unfortunately, it was clear it wouldn’t hold much longer

The altar shuddered violently under the onslaught, deep cracks splitting across its ancient surface.

Above it, thick black mist churned, and within its turbulent depths, the faint figures of the blind monk and the mist woman flickered like sea grass caught in a raging storm.

Their situation was perilous!

Seeing this, Lin Xun took a deep breath and suddenly drew the No-Nonsense Bow and Biluo Arrow. He pulled the blood-red bowstring to its full draw.

Bang!

With a roar like wind and thunder, the Biluo Arrow shot forward, streaking through the void like a blazing stream of light tearing through the barrier of eternity with astonishing speed and power.

In the distance, an Emperor wraith clad in a blood-stained robe and with a severed arm seemed to sense the impending danger. With a swift motion, he swung his blood-red spear in an attempt to block the strike.

At that exact moment, the Biluo Arrow struck.

Boom!

The blood-red spear exploded into a radiant rain of light.

The Emperor wraith, a being with the power of an eighth realm Emperor, was utterly obliterated, his body torn apart by the arrow’s monstrous force, reduced to nothing but dust!

The battlefield stirred in commotion, startled cries echoing from all directions.

“Damn it, an intruder!”

“Hmm? A young supreme Emperor? When did someone this powerful emerge in the Ancient Wasteland Domain in the past decades?”

“Go deal with him first. The altar will be destroyed in less than half an hour, and once that happens, we will be free.”

“Understood!”

While they were discussing the plan, Lin Xun had already fully drawn the No-Nonsense Bow, and in one swift motion, he released three arrows in rapid succession—Moli Arrow, Jiguang Arrow, and Pianyu Arrow. They streaked across the battlefield like ferocious lightning.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of sonic booms erupted, tearing through the clouds and reverberating across the battlefield with deafening force.

In the distance, before the enemies could even react, Emperor wraiths exploded one after another and were annihilated on the spot.

The scene was so ferocious and domineering that even the intelligent wraiths struggled to believe what they had just witnessed.

In their fragmented memory, a mere fourth realm Emperor should not be this powerful!

Yet reality struck them like a sudden, crushing blow, catching them completely off guard.

Immediately, as if enraged or perhaps realizing the grave threat before them, they no longer dared to hesitate. A group of wraiths charged straight toward Lin Xun, determined to eliminate him at all costs.

At the same time, the other Emperor wraiths, as if triggered, intensified their assault on the thousand-foot-tall ancient dao altar.

Lin Xun’s eyes narrowed slightly. His tall and imposing figure seemed to have transformed into a boundless abyss, ready to devour heaven and earth. Roaring and surging, his qi, essence, and spirit were unleashed like never before.

At this point, there was no need to hold back at all.

He had to kill!

Kill to carve out a clear and brilliant world!

“Rise!”

The sword cauldron emerged, its divine brilliance spreading across the sky and the earth, blocking and dissolving every incoming attack.

Unshakable!

Indestructible!

With a sword hum that resonated across the nine heavens, Lin Xun’s dao sword burst forth, its divine power engulfing the heavens.

Rumble!

The battlefield erupted into an earth-shattering clash. The sky collapsed, the earth split apart, and the seawater vaporized under the sheer force of the battle. Lightning tore through the void while divine light surged like tidal waves

More than a dozen Emperor wraiths charged together, attempting to surround Lin Xun. Each one possessed power equivalent to an eighth realm Emperor. Their strength was so overwhelming that it seemed almost inconceivable.

However, in Lin Xun’s eyes, they posed no threat at all.

As the dao sword roared—Bang! Bang! Bang!

One after another, Emperor wraiths were obliterated on the spot. The ferocious and unparalleled sword qi raged across the battlefield with unstoppable force.

The moment they perished, they disintegrated into howling fiendish qi before fading into nothingness.

No matter how powerful their combat abilities, they were not true Emperors. Otherwise, they perhaps could have brought Lin Xun some pressure.

Rumble!

Before long, the group of Emperor wraiths charging over were fallen into disarray, utterly defeated and annihilated one by one.

“Damn it, how can a young supreme Emperor be so powerful?”

In the distance, a group of Emperor wraiths still frantically bombarding the altar were suddenly consumed by rage and disbelief

Seeing that Lin Xun was about to break through and coming their way, an old man with a broken body abruptly abandoned his attack on the altar and lunged straight at Lin Xun with murderous intent.

His body crackled with black lightning, his cold and eerie aura laced with the stench of death and decay. His presence was imposing and tyrannical, and his power was almost comparable to that of a ninth realm Emperor.

“Die!”

The old man’s voice was sharp and icy like a blade, slicing through the air as black lightning crackled across the sky. It was as though the lightning of death was descending from above, aiming to eliminate Lin Xun.

The void trembled violently, space collapsing and exploding. The black lightning twisted and lashed out like chains of destruction. Its terror was beyond imagination.

For the first time, Lin Xun felt a slight chill of fear. The old man’s aura in that moment was comparable to his fourth senior brother when he had been fighting at full strength!

Of course, that was when his fourth senior brother had only mobilized the power of the fourth realm Emperor Stage.

“Slash!” Lin Xun bellowed as he stepped forward into the air. He swung his sword in a devastating slash.

Boom!

The sky seemed to be torn apart. Endless sword qi surged like a blinding tidal wave, engulfing everything in an expanse of pure white, washing over the black-mist shrouded world in a blaze of light.

As the sword light dissipated.

The old man stood frozen, murmuring dazedly, “This...what kind of sword is that...”

His voice grew softer and softer.

Then, his body silently disintegrated into ashes, scattering into the sky like dust.

With just one sword strike, an Emperor wraith whose power rivaled a ninth realm Emperor had been completely annihilated!

Despite that, to Lin Xun, there was an immeasurable gap between this old wraith and a true Emperor Ancestor. After all, he was just a wraith, a being who had perished countless years ago. Even though his aura was monstrous and his power vast, he lacked a true will, a true breadth of spirit.

He was far from possessing the unshakable might of an Emperor Ancestor!

Over the years, Lin Xun had fought against many Emperor Ancestors. He knew firsthand the terror of their power.

If the old man had truly been an Emperor Ancestor, one sword strike would never be enough to kill him.

In the distance, only nine Emperor wraiths remained, still assaulting the dao altar. But now, an icy chill crawled through their bodies and fear took hold of them.

So terrifying!

It was simply unbelievable. A fourth realm supreme Emperor had killed their comrade with a single sword strike.

The dao altar swayed violently, its surface marred with striking, web-like cracks.

Yet at this moment, the Emperor wraiths no longer dared to think about it, because Lin Xun was already upon them!

“Run!”

A figure shrouded in dense mist, wielding a battle sword, let out a roar of unwillingness before spinning around and bolting away.

Upon seeing this, the other remaining Emperor wraiths immediately followed suit, fleeing into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, they were all gone without a trace.

“Young man, you are doomed here!”

A voice filled with menace and resentment echoed through the heavens, lingering for a long while.

Lin Xun secretly breathed a sigh of relief and chose not to pursue them, ignoring the threat entirely.

Earlier, he was worried that if those wraiths had abandoned all regard for their own lives and launched a desperate full-force assault on the dao altar, even if he could kill them all, he might have failed to protect it in time.

Fortunately, that did not happen.

The ten-thousand-foot-tall dao altar now stood riddled with cracks, like a fractured glass that would shatter completely. It could no longer withstand any further destruction.

At the center of the altar, a black skeleton hovered. The blind monk, draped in a blood-stained kasaya robe remained motionless. A black lotus mark adorned his smooth head. His empty eye sockets were hollow and lifeless, and he was eerily still, as if he had long since passed away.

Beside him, the mist woman lay slumped to one side. Her slender figure radiated an aura of fatigue and despair, as though the last of her strength had been drained.

“Xingjia, that kid from back then has come to help us. The Ancient Wasteland Dao Altar has not been destroyed. If you don’t believe me...just take a look...” Her voice was weak and fragmented.

No matter what she said, the blind monk beside her did not move.

Lin Xun trembled inwardly. Saint Buddha Xingjia?!

Suddenly, a flood of memories surged into his mind. He recalled the stupa he had seen in the Stupa Brahma Land within the Supreme Realm. And the one who had left it behind—Saint Buddha Xingjia!

He still remembered that in that very stupa, Saint Buddha Xingjia, who he had never met before, once spoke, ‘When my dao was proven, I realized the suffering of all beings!’[1] ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

More than that, Saint Buddha Xingjia had regarded him as a ‘companion’ and had even addressed him as ‘Dao Friend’.

To this day, Lin Xun had never forgotten the kife-killing Stupa heart given to him by Saint Buddha Xingjia!

I leave my life-killing Stupa heart to break open life and death with thou![2]

As Lin Xun looked at the blind monk who was shrouded in a strange, unsettling aura, his expression changed completely. Could he be...Saint Buddha Xingjia?

Unfortunately, almost instantly, Lin Xun’s heart sank.

He had realized that the blind monk’s aura had completely faded, leaving behind nothing but an ice-cold, still empty shell.

An indescribable feeling of grief surged into Lin Xun’s heart. How could he not understand that the blind monk had died defending the dao altar?!

“Little Friend, come and talk.”

The woman shrouded in mist spoke, her voice growing even weaker. It was clear that she would not last much longer.

Lin Xun climbed onto the dao altar without hesitation.

It was at this moment that he finally saw the mist-shrouded woman’s face clearly. He froze as if he was struck by lightning.

How...how could it be...her?!

1. See chapter 1288 ☜

2. See chapter 1289 ☜

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