Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1487: 804: Catastrophe Strikes

Within the depths of the Wolong Mountain Range, an impressive array of grand palaces extends from the summit of Hundred Dragon Peak all the way to the base. Exotic blooms and medicinal plants flourish amidst these structures, while ethereal creatures such as immortal cranes and spirit rabbits wander at will.

Right now, from the grandest palace atop the mountain, echoes of screams and sobs fill the air, accompanied by a heavy stench of blood.

Amidst these anguished sounds, a steady recitation drifts from inside the hall: “…Behold wife and children like morning dew, coming and going; behold family bonds like flowers in the mirror, moon on the water; understanding all forms as empty forms, achieve Great Freedom…”

“…If affection for one person serves the self, then affection for all creatures leads to the Dao; release the illusion of self to grasp the reality of no-self… By releasing a single thought, the radiance of every direction shines forth; when the mind faces no obstacles, one recognizes all beings as one's own…”

This recitation rings out like a silver vase exploding, as though piercing through the illusions of the mortal realm, evoking immense bliss in supreme release and liberty.

Zhao Sheng enters the hall, facing a ground slick with blood and littered with corpses everywhere. Among them are breathtaking women, venerable seniors, and even infants barely two or three years old.

Yet without fail, all of them rest in crimson pools, denied any eternal peace.

Navigating past the fallen bodies, one sees the Red Dragon Son with tangled hair and uncovered feet, reciting the sutra as he cuts down his fleeing wives and offspring.

Confronted by this horrific massacre, Zhao Sheng's rage surges, and he roars in fury, “Beast, stop this immediately!”

His shout barely ends when a mighty Divine Thought surges forth, quelling the wild Red Dragon Son in an instant.

Zhao Sheng covers hundreds of feet in strides, reaching the Red Dragon Son, only to encounter calm eyes and a grave expression.

Zhao Sheng's spirit drops, and he curses bitterly in rage, “Slaughtering your own wife and children! Zhao Hong, you've truly… lost your mind!”

In past times, Wu Yue, the Evil God of the Qintian Guard, had warned multiple times that the “God Washing Technique” only addresses surface issues, ignoring the core problem.

While this method erases all former recollections, eventually the individual will slide back into old habits, perhaps even more severely.

Through the years, Red Dragon Son has acted flawlessly, fooling everyone, even his daily companions—his wife and kids.

Though Zhao Sheng kept a vigilant eye on him, constant presence with his son proved impossible.

He never dreamed that on this day, such a monstrous betrayal of blood ties would unfold!

Before his father's rebuke, Red Dragon Son stays composed, like a sage monk who has attained insight, replying evenly, “Father, I'm not insane, I've merely… awakened!”

“Ha, awakened be damned!” Zhao Sheng bursts into wrathful laughter, bellowing, “Beast, I'll end you!”

His words unfinished, Zhao Sheng slams a palm against Red Dragon Son’s forehead, unleashing his strength; the skull bursts apart right away, crumbling to dust amid crackling lightning.

After committing such an unforgivable crime, this offspring could only make amends through death, lest his survival bring ruin to the family!

The instant Red Dragon Son perishes, an abrupt shift occurs; a streak of crimson glow erupts from his form, tearing through space at inconceivable velocity, lodging into Zhao Sheng’s forehead.

This crimson glow ties to blood ties and lineage, giving Zhao Sheng no way to dodge. Coupled with the surprise, he found himself unprepared.

The foe had schemed with precision, anticipating what Zhao Sheng overlooked. Despite his cunning depths, fury had muddled his thoughts, ensnaring him in the adversary's ploy.

In a flash, Zhao Sheng's vision swims, and he finds himself whisked to an immense, endless, disordered white realm, where directions blur into confusion.

“…All living beings hold innate essence. This essence is inherently void, everywhere at once. Change arises not from outward pursuit but inward contemplation, adapting to the flow.

Liberty means not fleeing the world, but dwelling in it unstained, guided by the heart…”

Initially, a soft recitation spreads through the realm, the tone brimming with mercy. Soon, more voices layer in—men's and women's, crisp young ones and raspy aged murmurs.

Bit by bit, countless voices swell into a roaring flood, echoing across this domain.

Zhao Sheng yearns to flee this space but discovers with dread that his Mana has vanished entirely. Beyond Mana, his Divine Thought and Will stand sealed in mystery, leaving just his bodily strength.

Now, a host of shapes emerges gradually before him, starting as hazy phantoms but swiftly solidifying into real people.

Peering nearer, Zhao Sheng's core quakes; these figures are precisely his blood kin.

Leading the group stands that damned progeny!

Zhao Sheng's eyes scan their features, noting looks of mercy, delight, and rapture on every face.

All of them recite the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Scripture, blending seamlessly with the world's booming chant.

Slowly, a subtle crimson radiance seeps from their forms.

The crimson radiance flows into Zhao Sheng’s gaze, sparking his vital blood to boil, cloaking his frame in a thin crimson sheen; his once-sharp mind fogs abruptly, stirring an odd compulsion to voice the words.

“This is bad!” Zhao Sheng snaps alert, instantly grasping the peril.

A brief lapse had drawn him into the enemy's elaborate snare.

The adversary wielded blood as the lure and the Demon Scripture for mind control, rendering defense futile!

Zhao Sheng fights fiercely against the hypnotic Demon Chant while seeking routes to break free.

In his thoughts, the hidden architect behind this must rank high in the Red Eyebrow Demon Path, perhaps even the scheme of a Holy Demon corrupting the Red Eyebrow Dao.

One must realize that “enlightening” a Unification Realm powerhouse is exceedingly scarce and challenging!

Without Red Dragon Son's role as the conduit, how could Zhao Sheng, a Unification Realm mighty figure, tumble into this snare so readily?

Bit by bit, the celestial recitation swells to greater splendor and power, summoning heavenly visions in succession.

Bit by bit, Red Dragon Son and the rest approach, fusing one by one into Zhao Sheng’s form.