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One was a Half-Demon, the other a Half-Buddha. Despite their low power, the purity of their Buddhist nature surpassed even that of the Upper Realm's Buddha Cultivation. Especially that half-step Qilin, whose fiery eyes could see the golden light of the Buddha statue behind them.
Trapped for a thousand years, this world had become strange and unrecognizable to him. The Cursed Dragon's gaze turned greedy towards Misha. Since he couldn't swallow them whole, he would tame them as mounts. Once he reached the Upper Realm, he would parade them before the Buddha Cultivators, enough to rattle those hypocritical bald monks who feigned compassion.
The Buddha Gold Net indeed posed quite a challenge for the Cursed Dragon. He felt as if the goodness he had once shed was stirring restlessly from some hidden corner, and gradually, two voices emerged in his mind. One shouted "Kill! Kill! Kill!" while the other, amidst the sacred sounds, urged him to let go of slaughter and attain Buddhahood.
Buddha? Hmph! With all the sins he had committed, who in this world would dare to save him? They would rather avoid him, fearing they might be tainted by his malevolent karma. Those with any strength coveted his Merit and wished to eliminate him swiftly.
He could never become a Buddha; why not embrace being a demon instead? In the past, he hadn't been so extreme; it was all forced upon him. Now, there was only one path left—walking into darkness.
The Cursed Dragon resolutely dismissed any notion of salvation, yet his body still felt its effects. He grew drowsy and longed to sleep away his troubles. It seemed like a comfortable way to die, as if guiding him to reflect on his past and perish in endless repentance.
However, this thought of death only fueled his anger and brought him back to clarity. It was utterly humiliating! The dragon race had its pride; they could die in battle but would avoid showing weakness in front of others, preserving their last shred of dignity.
Suddenly engulfed in flames, the Cursed Dragon burned the Buddha Gold Net until it glowed a fiery red. The temperature around him rose sharply; even the long-range attacks began to warp under the heat and became unusable.
Misha bore the brunt of the assault as the Cursed Dragon's innate fire surrounded him. Struggling against it made his skin feel unbearably hot; even chanting became difficult. The progress of weaving the Buddha Net slowed down and began to reverse—the threads shifted from gold to red, then black and gray before suddenly shattering.
It appeared that the Cursed Dragon had broken free with relative ease, but he had just consumed energy accumulated from the Great Ginger Emperor, which counteracted his efforts and even slightly weakened him.
Meanwhile, seeing that things were going awry, the half-step Qilin took a risk and decisively withdrew despite potential burns. Its outer skin was quite resilient; after reverting to human form, it only had some blisters on its skin that faded quickly with a bit of effort.
Seeing this made the Cursed Dragon laugh in anger; he truly underestimated them. In a continent starved of Spirits, it was rare to find even a few capable fighters like them. However, gathering them together wasn't easy. Could it be that the Upper Realm was aware of his situation and sent these few over as vanguards to test his strength?
The Cursed Dragon's mind swirled with conspiracy theories. On the very day he broke free, such a combination of demons and deities appeared before him. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that the Upper Realm had set its sights on him again. Initially intending to kill these ants, perhaps now he should capture them alive for thorough interrogation before deciding on his next move.
In the midst of the battle, lost in thought and distracted, a moment of inattention led to a whirlwind of yellow sand swirling all around.
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