Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Chapter 115 Hell on Earth

Almost the instant her words fell, Fang Jin instinctively withdrew her hand, but the fingertips of the two white-clad fairies still touched the reins of the purple black horse, and instantly darkness spread across them!

"Sizzle!"

Fang Jin's expression changed drastically. Although the Purple Black Steed reacted a little slowly, its wild instincts allowed it to immediately throw off the filthy saddle and roar as it trampled the bluestone street beneath its feet!

The immense force shook the earth, shattering the bluestone bricks embedded in the soft mud! The violent impact flung the two women into the air, their standing feet a bloody mess!

But instead of showing any sign of pain, they emitted a wet, sticky laugh, as if their vocal cords and throats had rotted and stuck together. And indeed, that was the case; the two women's bodies, thrown through the air, quickly disintegrated.

Black fluid seeped from his eyeballs and rolled out of his sockets. His spine twisted vertebra by vertebra. His beautiful human skin was peeled off by his white clothes, exposing his displaced and rotting internal organs and bones riddled with maggots!

"Wow……"

Cui Cui couldn't hold back her vomiting. The relic strung on her spine fell out, half of it already covered in black mold. The air here was toxic, and even the Buddha's life force was suppressed!

Fang Jin frowned, his finger reaching towards the intact half of the relic. He used his Kundalini fire to draw a few strands of life force and pressed them onto his eyes. Only then did the entire view of the Sacred Hand Manor come into his sight!

The mountain ridges became mountains of corpses, with entrails and bones still containing flesh floating in the snowmelt flowing on both sides. Trees became coffins, and cooking vessels became cauldrons. The black earth was planted with filthy human puppets.

Their deep black, bloodshot eye sockets proved that only toxins and decay remained in their bodies, yet they could still move, twisting their stiff, inhuman bodies, and waving to visitors with empty smiles.

This is a complete dead manor, and they're using the corpses' aura to store and refine poisons, turning this once pristine and beautiful Sacred Hand Manor into an extremely filthy and poisonous vortex!

At the very peak of the Sacred Hand Manor, blocking the way along the ridge, stood a gigantic, withered woman, her teeth knocked out, her mouth gaping open as if dislocated.

The white robes had long since turned to shreds and ashes. The body, stretched emaciated by evil forces, was thin and withered. The remaining expression on its face was filled with sorrow and despair. It swayed unconsciously in the wind.

"...A renowned...physician?"

That extraordinary woman, renowned throughout the world for her medicinal poisons, ultimately perished at the hands of the very method she was most skilled at? And with her, all the disciples of the entire manor were wiped out?

This is not human power. The Jiazi Grandmaster is the ceiling of this world, representing a martial art that has reached its limit. Even their level of life is different from that of ordinary martial artists. It is absolutely impossible for them to fall into such a state.

Unless there is external intervention... Fang Jin suddenly looked up. With the Buddha's relics and the inheritance of Diwang Temple, his eyes subtly changed, and his originally dark pupils shone with clear light.

Behind those layers of dark clouds, a Buddha, his body as white as jade, appeared and disappeared, sitting on a lotus throne, drowsy, his slightly open eyes fixed on the Buddhist city to the north, seemingly indifferent to the human tragedy at his feet.

"Mingfo," a god in the mythological faction, may also be a player who has reached a high level of mastery, or perhaps a true Buddha who has broken free from the shackles of a world of incense offerings...

But now, it is an outsider to this world, an evil god that pollutes the system with its ideas and Buddhist teachings, and Fang Jin is its accomplice on this trip, to completely plant and sprout the seeds of pollution in this world.

"But damn it... I don't think I'm the only mole."

As the Buddha in his sight gradually disappeared, hidden behind the clouds and latitude, Fang Jin couldn't help but curse under his breath. He finally understood just how insidious the final level of this nightmare instance was.

Li Zhongchang and Li Fu were also followers of that Buddha Ming. Even without the Buddha's relics, they had the ability to guide the Buddha Ming's power to descend upon the world. Their relationship with Fang Jin was that of natural "competitors"!

Fang Jin must withstand pressure from all sides, evade the sight and schemes of the grandmasters, and traverse mountains and valleys to protect the Buddha on his northward journey. He must also arrive at the Buddha City before his competitor, Li Fu.

He had to become the guide of the Buddha before him; otherwise, he would not be able to complete the requirement of being "the first" in the main quest, and in the end, these two parts of the main quest would still be in vain.

Li Zhongchang clearly knew what to do earlier than Fang Jin, and as the true form of the Buddha Ming approached the world, he even received a blessing from the gods, and the manor guarded by the Grandmaster was slaughtered by him alone!

He was the world's first Buddhist follower.

"Sizzle—"

Fang Jin leaped off the black horse, the baker's knife in his hand, the blazing sun surrounding him. From the very beginning, he displayed a power completely different from that of this world.

This is a poisonous array created by the dead, a filthy place formed based on the energy of living beings in their lifetime. The stronger the level, the more powerful it is. Ordinary people will die on the spot just by inhaling the air here.

Not to mention that in the middle of the formation, there is a world-class martial arts master, a level 60 expert. Li Fu went to great lengths to keep him and all his competitors outside the North!

"...But is this really the power of Buddha?"

"Zzzzt—"

Fang Jin lunged forward, and two blades of light infused with flames swept up behind him, cleaving the two female corpse puppets in mid-air. The boiling flames instantly engulfed and devoured their bodies!

Fortunately, the pure fire generated by the fire spell was effective against these corpse puppets. It was like a spark touching grease, burning them from the inside out into charred remains and particles.

"It looks much better this way."

Fang Jin said coldly, while signaling Ziwuzhui to take Cui Cui back. His right hand, however, gripped the kitchen knife and brought it to his shoulder. The power amplification brought by the two cultivation systems acted on his arm at the same time!

Then, he took a sudden step forward, slashing his sword heavily at the filthy, festering manor! The sword energy mingled with pure flames, transforming into a radiant and violent beam of light! It crushed the array of dead men!

With a deafening roar, the southern wall of the manor was blasted open, and the collapsing bricks flew into the air, turning into a shower of stone dust. The last fig leaf of Shengshou Manor was brutally torn away!

But the fiery aura did not dissipate; instead, it swept across vast areas of houses and open spaces like rolling thunder! The corpse puppets, pinned to the ground and swaying, had their bodies torn apart by the storm in an instant.

The corpses remaining underground were also burned by the flames, and a large amount of toxic smoke was evaporated and killed by the sea of ​​fire. For a time, large areas of Shengshou Manor were covered with burning human candles, and the filthy earth vaguely showed signs of melting!

...This scene drew two gazes, neither joyful nor sorrowful.