The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

“Agreed!”

“Very good.”

Upon hearing the words, the young monk revealed a faint smile. An aura of Buddha flowed naturally from him, the area at his feet, originally a white layer of bones, now bore heavenly lotuses in the soundless space.

“What does the elder wish to discuss with this humble Taoist?”

“This poor monk had heard that in the Netherworld, there once existed a supreme deity who sought to ascend, to overturn the dreary Yin Qi and vanquish the world besmirched with demonic impurities, thereby facing the great catastrophe of annihilation, where both body and soul perished, and the True Spirit was lost…”

As Fayuan spoke, his words echoed like thunder, beneath the darkened sky, streaks of purple heavenly thunderbolts streaked across the sky, though they did not strike down. This scene made Shenghe Daojun’s eyes narrow slightly, looking at the young monk standing before him through a different light.

He heard of such an existence in the Netherworld only after he took possession of the Creation Boundary Mountain. But the fellow daoist who informed him of this, warned him repeatedly not to mention the existence of this deity in the Netherworld, even the deity’s name was not to be spoken of, once spoken, something terrifying would happen.

“…Kenneth know this Daojun, will that deity ever return from rebirth?”

Even as pockets of tribulation clouds began to proliferate above, bristling with immense power, and the Purple Dragon twirling, the youth in monk’s robes remained calm and composed, unabashed by the impending heavenly punishment gathering above his head.

“The courage of the elder is something this humble Daoist concedes he does not possess. I wonder if the young elder would care to join me in the Creation Boundary Mountain for a philosophical discussion?”

Glancing above at the gloomy, repressive tribulation clouds that extended for countless miles, especially the Purple Lightning Dragon swimming within it, Shenghe Daojun said.

Although this was an indication of a slight concession, it was not without an element of testing. More importantly, the Daojun didn’t wish to mention that deity at this moment. He had a premonition that if he uttered the relevant matters, the heavenly thunder would strike him.

Although the Purple Heavenly Thunder couldn’t kill him, he didn’t want to needlessly provoke a thunderstrike. This manifestation of the majesty of the Heavenly Dao could still harm his physical form, despite him having obtained an undying Dao fruit, he still needed to keep reverence towards the Heaven and Earth.

“This is what this humble monk desires.”

Fayuan immediately agreed without any hesitation.

Seeing the young monk agree without even hesitation, Shenghe Daojun waved his horsetail whisk. Boundless golden light descended, weaving into a path stretching to the feet of the young monk. In front of him, a portal materialized, providing a glimpse into a boundless, fairy-like realm.

“Elder, please proceed.”

Shenghe Dao, despite being polite, observed the young monk silently.

The monk, bursting with vitality, each step he took imbued with spirituality, looked far too young to be believable. As he stepped onto the golden path, he strolled straight into the Daojun’s domain.

“Who exactly is plotting against me?”

On seeing the fearless young monk, Shenghe Daojun muttered to himself, confused. He felt lost, it was as if he had inadvertently stumbled upon this bizarre young monk.

Clarity eluded him; the unusual vitality which bore an excessive youthful appearance, the extraordinary divine power and wonders, moving according to the natural rhythm of Heaven and Earth, it drew even his own praise.

He refused to believe that this young monk was genuinely as youthful as his life aura suggested. This was clearly an unidentified old monster in disguise or perhaps a reincarnation of the Buddha, having been reborn thousands of times over.

“Fine. Since he named it as a discussion on Dao, to hinder my journey, I shall not go.”

Even if he could slay the young monk at will, overturn the chessboard and pursue his own path. But, the way of the immortals values life.

Shenghe Dao didn’t think that murdering the monk or stubbornly going on would be the best choices. Regardless of who it was calculating against him, if someone was using Dao as an excuse to obstruct his path, it indicated that he might just have been inadvertently implicated.

It’s not even certain that he was the true target of calculation, so why should he willingly step into an unknown disaster? To be safe rather than sorry, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to discuss the Netherworld’s deity in Creation Boundary Mountain.

When the thought occurred, the Daojun made his decision. With a glimpse of the white bone mountain not far away, now enveloped by a Buddha’s light, he ceased to bother. After all, it was only the Ghost Immortal guarding the gate; when he has spare time, he could send an incarnation to summon a few more, it wasn’t worth lingering on this predicament.

Boom~

The floating yellow talisman gently fell, sticking onto the dark, greenish skin. Accompanied by the exploding firelight, the thick skin, which was impenetrable by swords, was instantly blasted open. Pieces of stinky, rotten flesh flew in all directions, while dirty black blood oozed out.

Roar~

Following an enraged roar, the monster, exuding a filthy and turbid aura, had its blood-red eyes fixed on an elderly figure dressed in a light yellow Taoist robe.

“…You… Should… Die!”

With lingering blood stains, and broken pieces of flesh visible each time it opened and closed its mouth, it uttered each word slowly, startling the Taoist Priest and numerous martial artists present.

Though it stuttered, every word it spat out was clear, and the hidden meaning behind them forced the Taoist priest, who was holding a peach wood sword in one hand and a yellow talisman in the other, to curse angrily:

“Damn it, what has the world come to, that I, an unlucky priest, would encounter such a thing. Only a few days since the lid of the coffin was lifted, and it’s already this ferocious. Indeed, the Heavenly Dao is unjust!”

“Taoist priest, how can this zombie speak human language?”

When one of the martial artists heard the zombie speak human language, he was so frightened his hands and feet began trembling, nearly losing grip on his notched long sword.

“Nonsense, once they have developed sufficiently, they can speak human language. Isn’t it the same with those demons? If they have the ability, they all can speak human language.”

The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes dismissively.

“Taoist priest, how should we deal with this?”

Another martial artist, gripping his long spear tightly, looked determined, his burning desire to fight visible in his eyes.

Martial arts cultivation required not only abundant wealth to purchase various herbs and supplements to nourish the body and replenish Qi, but also formidable enemies to sharpen martial skills. Only then could one continue to forge ahead courageously. Otherwise, all one would have nurtured would be a punching bag that had internal strength but didn’t know how to use it.

“How else? Of course, we need to kill it. If you all have the guts, you can cut off its limbs so it can’t drink human blood anymore. If we let it continue this way, even if we were to summon my master, we would be beyond help.”

The elderly Taoist priest cursed intermittently, while manipulating the spirit talisman in his hand. Between the explosion of brilliant spirit light, a thunderbolt as thick as a chopstick shot out and heavily landed on the zombie, creating a large hole in its abdomen.

“Nice shot, priest!”

“Give it another one!”

Seeing that the thunder talisman almost blasted the monster into two halves, many martial artists applauded enthusiastically. Some even urged the Taoist priests to launch another one.

Many of these martial artists were wary of zombies that crawled out from coffins and did not wish to have too much contact. Once these zombies matured, not only were they as hard as iron, they also had a highly toxic nature. If one was not careful and got scratched by them, they would become their minions.

“Give what? This is a legacy left by my ancestor; I don’t have the skill to draw a thunder talisman. What are all of you doing here? Are you all here to watch a show?”

Among the people urging him on, the old Taoist priest did not continue to demonstrate his might. Instead, he stuffed all the remaining spirit talismans into his robe and refused to use them again, no matter what was said.

In this current age, the Heavenly Dao has declined, the Human Dao has degenerated, supernatural beings have lost their duty, and chaos is everywhere. Insigficant demons and ghosts that were previously unremarkable have taken advantage of the turmoil, wantonly taking human lives, appropriating the blood and vital essence of the Human Race, and turning to crime.

Take the zombie before them, for instance. It had only emerged half a month ago. If it were five years ago, it might have been obliterated by patrolling spirits as soon as it popped out.

But now, there were no more spirits to restrain them. In just a short time, it had swallowed so much human blood that even swords and weapons could no longer cause any harm, and it was on the verge of evolving into a flying zombie.