Terran Guardian - Chapter 3553

Chapter 3531 Ancestor Sumeru

Divine Sun Domain.

A celestial mountain stands between heaven and earth, resembling a Buddha seated cross-legged, holding a flower. Numerous rays of Buddhist light illuminate the nine heavens, and a righteous and powerful aura suppresses the eternal void.

This place

is the location of the Ancient Zen Holy Land.

However, the atmosphere within this vast holy land is now extremely solemn.

Within the forbidden area of the Ancient Zen Holy Land, an ancient celestial palace stands, its existence unknown for countless ages.

Before the palace,

a monk clad in a kasaya stands there, his face serene, his eyes as deep as stars.

This is the current master of the Ancient Zen Holy Land.

At this moment,

the Ancient Zen Holy Master stands here, like a withered tree or a rock, unmoved in the slightest.

After an unknown amount of time,

a slight sound is heard, and then the tightly closed palace doors slowly open. A white-robed monk walks out, barefoot, yet his feet are spotless.

“This junior pays respects to Ancestor Sumeru!”

The Ancient Zen Saint Master greeted him respectfully, his hands clasped in prayer.

The white-robed monk’s calm gaze fell upon him, and at that moment, the Ancient Zen Saint Master’s body seemed to sink imperceptibly, as if time itself had stood still.

“Maha has fallen. Why?”

he asked slowly, his voice calm and unreadable.

Yet, these calm words, falling upon the Ancient Zen Saint Master’s ears, were like the voice of the Great Dao, causing his body to tremble slightly.

“A Chaos Dao Palace has emerged in the Purple Sun Domain. A hundred years ago, a half-saint from our Ancient Zen Holy Land entered it and discovered what appeared to be the traces of the Chaos Immortal Stele deep within the palace.

That half-saint risked his life to relay this news back, and not long after, the Great Sage Maha personally set off for the Purple Sun Domain—”

the Ancient Zen Saint Master stated truthfully.

Upon hearing the words “Chaos Immortal Stele,” a hint of emotion finally appeared on the white-robed monk’s usually calm face.

“The Chaos Immortal Stele… the Chaos Dao Palace, no wonder Maha perished there!”

“Ancestor was originally in seclusion, and I shouldn’t have disturbed you, but now that Great Sage Maha has fallen, this matter has a great impact on the Holy Land .

I have no choice but to ask Ancestor to step forward and take charge!”

The Ancient Zen Holy Master’s expression was respectful, daring not to conceal any thoughts.

After all, in front of such an existence, any attempt to hide anything was merely burying one’s head in the sand.

Hearing this ,

the white-robed monk nodded slightly: “I, the true body of the Purple Sun Domain, will personally go there. The people of my Ancient Zen Holy Land are not to be killed at will!” As

his words fell, the white-robed monk’s figure gradually faded until he completely disappeared without a trace.

…

The Purple Sun Domain.

This immortal domain has now completely become a battlefield.

Various forces are fighting endlessly, and cultivators are falling almost every moment.

As the overlord of an immortal domain, the Purple Sun Immortal Sect has now completely lost control of the Purple Sun Domain.

There’s nothing they can do.

The current Ziyang Immortal Sect is not comparable to its peak.

In fact,

most ancient powers were not at their most prosperous during this period.

After all, such powers that have survived must have had their most glorious years, and it is not easy for later generations to truly surpass their predecessors.

In addition, this era has only recently passed since the Great Ancient Calamity.

For other cultivators who are not immortal, the Great Ancient Calamity has been extremely long.

But for those who have truly attained immortality, this time is simply not enough for them to further improve their strength, let alone surpass their past peaks.

Now that the news of the Chaos Dao Palace is spreading more and more, and powerful figures from the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm are gathering, it is impossible for the Ziyang Immortal Sect to control the situation.

On this day,

a terrifying aura permeated the void, and a white-robed monk arrived barefoot through the air.

When he appeared, all the cultivators’ eyes fell on him.

“Who is this person? I can’t even fathom his true strength!”

“A white-robed monk… could he be from the Ancient Zen Holy Land?”

An ancient being frowned, staring intently at the white-robed monk, but unable to discern his identity.

There was no way to know.

The Nine Heavens Immortal Realm had existed for countless ages, and no one knew how many powerful figures it had nurtured.

Although Buddhism was a major force in the Upper Realm, those as unfathomable as the white-robed monk were few and far between.

Considering this was Shenfeng Prefecture, it was natural to associate him with the Ancient Zen Holy Land.

After all—

the Ancient Zen Holy Land was considered the leading Buddhist sect in Shenfeng Prefecture.

Moreover,

not long ago,

a Great Saint from the Ancient Zen Holy Land had perished within the Chaos Dao Palace. Now, another mysterious powerhouse had appeared, greatly increasing the possibility that he was connected to the Ancient Zen Holy Land.

At this moment,

the white-robed monk looked at the Dao Palace before him, then stepped inside.

The moment his figure disappeared, the terrifying aura vanished as well.

On the other side,

in the starry sky…

The white-robed monk gazed at the scene before him, a faint smile playing on his calm face.

“The Chaos Dao Palace… its Dao aura is truly incredibly powerful—”

he murmured, his eyes shimmering with celestial Dao energy, as if calculating something.

A long while passed.

The white-robed monk took a step forward, but his figure seemed motionless.

Only after a considerable time did the motionless figure gradually fade, until it completely disappeared.

…

“Collect!”

Shen Changqing cast his final hand seal, and the earth fire was suppressed. The lid of the Eight Trigrams Purple Sun Furnace rose into the air, and several streams of light fell into his hand.

“Three high-grade Emperor Yuan Pills and two mid-grade Emperor Yuan Pills, still a bit lacking—”

He looked at the five pills in his hand and shook his head.

Five pills from a single batch were considered below par.

After all, the normal number of pills produced was three to nine.

Therefore,

at least six pills were needed to truly reach the required level.

But now,

with only five pills, it’s undoubtedly a step short.

More importantly, only three of the five pills reached the seventh-grade high-level, while the remaining two were only seventh-grade mid-level.

This result is even more unsatisfactory.

But there’s nothing he can do.

Shen Changqing is well aware of his current situation.

He has only recently advanced to the seventh-grade high-level in alchemy, and his mastery of the heat control for this level of pills is naturally lacking.

It’s quite common for him to use seventh-grade high-level materials to produce seventh-grade mid-level pills. Currently

, three out of five pills meeting the standard is already quite good.

Shen Changqing calmed himself down, silently reviewing every detail of his pill-refining process, trying to see where he went wrong and how to avoid it next time.

After a long while,

Shen Changqing reopened his eyes, about to refine another batch of pills, when a strange feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart.

This feeling

made him frown.

As Shen Changqing emerged from the True Fire Hall, he saw the vast Divine Heaven Domain already covered in blood rain.

A Saint had fallen!

Blood rain was falling from the sky!

“Another Saint has fallen?”

Shen Changqing’s expression was grave.

Not long after the Ancient Zen Holy Land lost a Great Saint, a second Saint had now fallen.

No—

this time, the one who fell might not be just a Saint.

Suppressing his thoughts, Shen Changqing stayed in the Nourishing Heart Residence for the next few days, refraining from alchemy.

This blood rain lasted for about four and a half days before gradually subsiding.

“When a Saint falls, the blood rain lasts for three days; if it were a Great Saint who had fallen, the blood rain would last for seven days… Why did the blood rain stop in only four and a half days…?”

Shen Changqing pondered for a moment, then understood the reason.

If nothing unexpected happened, more than one Saint must have fallen in a short period of time, hence this strange phenomenon lasted for four and a half days.

Before Shen Changqing could ponder further, the once clear sky was once again covered in blood rain.

This time,

the blood rain lasted for a full thirteen days before finally subsiding.

Meanwhile,

many immortal states were shaken.

If the previous three-day torrential blood rain caused by the fall of a Great Saint from the Ancient Zen Holy Land was alarming,

then this blood rain, lasting for over half a month, was such an astonishing celestial phenomenon that other forces couldn’t help but notice.

A month later,

Shen Changqing finally understood the true reason.

“Ancestor Sumeru… what a formidable Ancient Zen Holy Land!”

Although he had long suspected that the fall of this saint was related to the Ancient Zen Holy Land

—after all, a Great Saint had recently fallen there, and soon after, other saints and above had perished—Shen Changqing didn’t believe there was no connection.

But speculation was still speculation.

When the Xingdao Alliance actually delivered the news, Shen Changqing was still shocked.

Ancestor Sumeru!

An ancient being suspected of reaching the Supreme level.

The opponent entered the Chaos Dao Palace of the Purple Sun Domain alone, and in full view of everyone, killed nine Saints and three Great Saints, causing these ancient beings belonging to other forces to shed their blood. How could

this news

not shock Shen Changqing?

“First a Great Saint, then a Supreme, the Ancient Zen Holy Land has been hiding its strength well. With such strength, let alone the Thirteen Holy Lands, I’m afraid there are few among the Six Sects and Nine Dynasties that can compare with it!”

“The leader of the Buddhist sect in Shenfeng Prefecture… his strength is indeed unfathomable!”

When the news of the Great Saint Maha came, Shen Changqing thought he had overestimated the Ancient Zen Holy Land as much as possible.

But now,

he still underestimated this force.

The strength of the Ancient Zen Holy Land is truly terrifying.

One Great Saint fell, and the next Supreme emerged.

Although the information given by the Xingdao Alliance was that the Sumeru Ancestor was only a suspected Supreme Realm cultivator.

However, given the opponent’s incredible feat of slaying nine Saints and three Great Saints, it would be difficult for anyone other than a Supreme Being to achieve such a feat.

Furthermore—

these powerful figures undoubtedly have a top-tier force supporting them.

If the Ancestor Sumeru dared to do this, he must have sufficient confidence to handle it.

A Great Saint might not be able to,

but a Supreme Being would have no problem.

Thinking of this ,

Shen Changqing sent a message to Ji Yang.

Upon Ji Yang’s appearance, he immediately asked,

“How much do you know about the Ancestor Sumeru of the Ancient Zen Holy Land?”

“Ancestor Sumeru—”

Ji Yang’s expression froze, then he fell into deep thought.

For him, his memories as a Dao Venerable were ultimately too fragmented; recalling many things would not be easy.