Chapter 1132: Nothing Is Left, the Age of Vipralopa

Chapter 1137.1 - Nothing Is Left, the Age of Vipralopa

Translator:Sparrow Translations

Editor:Sparrow Translations

In the sky above the Great Thunderclap Temple and underneath the black hole, everyone was shocked, including the Yan Nanlai and the Zhou Emperor Liang Pan. They could not process what they had seen.

Yan Nanlai frowned as he stared at Lin Feng, whose figure disappeared and re-appeared in the Divine Lands. "Leader of the Celestial Sect, he actually…"

Just now, with the power of the bone, Yan Nanlai assessed himself and realized that if he were to face it alone, it was likely that he too would be killed by it no matter what powerful Great Void Sect mantra he cultivated.

When he looked at the bone, a memory, buried deep in his heart and almost buried by time, surfaced.

4000 years ago, the present location was the site of the final battle between the humans and the demons in the War of the Two Worlds.

Then, the leader of the Great Void Sect and Yan Nanlai’s master was the Tai Yi Holy Man, who was now in the Black Sea. While Yan Nanlai did take part, he played a supporting role from the side.

Then, a brilliant purple light covered the entire Greater World, forcing its submission.

A powerful and horrifying Hades stood between the heaven and earth. Its mere shape alone was able to shake the Greater World. The Nine Heavens and the Ten Lands, even Yin-Yang itself, were disrupted.

The very aura of the Hades struck fear into the hearts of many powerful cultivators, forcing their submission.

The Hades did not even need to attack. With one roar, which spread far into the distance, he was able to crush the Immortal Soul and Undying Demon Soul of humans and demons who had carelessly ventured too close to the battlefield.

The vast, crazy energy was unforgettable for humans and demons.

Just now, when Yan Nanlai saw the bone, he too felt something similar.

While it was not as powerful as the Hades Emperor’s full strength, its aura was highly similar. When it appeared near the ruins of the Great Thunderclap Temple, it inadvertently made Yan Nanlai think about the scene all those years ago.

Liang Pan, who was in the Imperial Palace of Emperor Tai, could no longer sit on his dragon throne. He stood, and light flashed constantly in his eyes. It was evident that this emperor was no longer calm.

4000 years ago, during the last War of the Two Worlds, Liang Pan was not even borne. Hence, he could not have taken part in the fight.

The Great Zhou Empire then was completely unlike its present incarnation. Then, it was just a small state near the Great Qin Empire and it had to submit to the Great Qin’s authority. The leader of the Great Zhou then took pride in marrying the princesses of the Great Qin.

However, this did not stop Liang Pan from feeling the terrifying power of that bone.

To Liang Pan, a resolute and firm emperor, a bone was ultimately a non-living thing. Its value could only be maximized in the hands of the right people.

However, the massive power that the bone emitted was like the power of the Hades Emperor many years ago. Liang Pan had to pay attention to it.

This power struck fear in his heart and made him thirst for it.

However, what happened next made his eyes twitch.

The horrifying bone disappeared without a sound and trace before his eyes.

Instantly, the terrifying power shook the heavens and earth and completely dominated it. Then, it disappeared without a trace, and it appeared to be undiscoverable.

When he looked at Lin Feng, who looked as if nothing had happened, Liang Pan could barely control the many emotions racing in his heart.

Despite his usual resolute nature, Liang Pan could not help but feel weak and helpless upon seeing the terrifying power of the bone, and its sudden disappearances at the hands of Lin Feng.

This feeling humiliated Liang Pan more than fear and terror.

In less than instant, Liang Pan chased this feeling away from his heart and he regained his usual, regnal composure.

However, his emotions were still complex. He looked at Lin Feng, who was standing in the void and sighed.

Compared to Yan Nanlai and Liang Pan, both of whom were on-lookers, the Golden Roc Grand Sage was even more dumbfounded. Dazed, he looked at the scene that had transpired before him.

His trump card, the bone, disappeared in a flash.

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If Lin Feng had used his Heaven-Destroying Sword or his own mana to destroy that bone, or if he had taken over the bone with so powerful attack, then the Golden Roc Grand Sage would be shocked but not dumbfounded.

He could not believe that this vast energy, which shook the very world it was in, had just disappeared so quickly.

He quickly regained his composure. In his heart, the Golden Roc Grand Sage could still sense the presence of the bone. Furthermore, he could sense the connection between the bone and himself. However, it was now separated by a boundless void and the bone was no longer in the Divine Lands. In an instant, Lin Feng had sent it to Middle World somewhere else.

"Impossible to guard against and hard to predict…" He could not help but think of what he had heard about Lin Feng from the Golden Cicada and the Golden Cicada’s ominous assessment.

While he could still sense the bone, which was the most powerful that he possessed, the Golden Roc Grand Sage could only grit his teeth and make a quick decision. Temporarily, he stopped thinking about the bone and instead, diverted his attention to the black hole.

As long as he could occupy that spot, every single loss he had incurred would be worth it. He would have the capacity to fight against Lin Feng and retrieve his bone.

While Lin Feng had taken care of the bone with his Barrier-Breaking Stone and returned underneath the black hole in a second, it was more than enough time for the Golden Roc Grand Sage.

While the Golden Roc Grand Sage’s psychological condition was inadvertently affected, his body continued to ascend into the black hole.

Yan Nanlai and Liang Pan too sped up their ascent. Without the bone blocking them, their path into the black hole became even smoother.

Standing in the Imperial Palace of Emperor Tai, Liang Pan looked at the black hole above his head with a solemn expression on his face. His eyes flashed brightly. The power of the bone, coupled with Lin Feng’s actions, made him long for the black hole even more.

Yan Nanlai stared at the Golden Roc Grand Sage and the Great Void Seal on the back of his left hand began to shine even brighter and mystically. A vast light could be seen from it.

The first of the Great Void Nine Heavenly Spells, the Zhong Heavens Gate, was the foundation of the spells. It too had its special traits. As the door made of light opened, there was a path. The path shone brightly and led straight toward the Golden Roc Grand Sage.

After Lin Feng returned to his original location with the help of the Barrier-Breaking Stone, he continued his ascent. Rays after rays of seven-colored light appeared around him as they helped his ascent.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart. He lowered his head and saw that the mountains where the Great Thunderclap Temple was located appeared to be experiencing an earthquake of an unprecedented magnitude. The vast and seemingly endless mountain range were collapsing, and countless pieces of rock started floating upward, attracted by the black hole.

As mountains fell and the earth split open, there was even more destruction. It was like the Apocalypse.

Fortunately, before the War of the Two Worlds broke out, most of the mortals were taken care of. Even the mountain-dwellers who lived in the mountains were evacuated. If not, this would have spelled death for many.

However, the former Buddhist Holy Land was completely wiped out. Not even its ruins were left.

The two feet of the statue of the Buddha, the wrecked walls and foundation and half-burnt wood, as well as the ruined houses, were all reduced to nothing.

Looking at this scene, Lin Feng frowned as he felt that something was odd.

The cataclysmic change in the Great Thunderclap Temple naturally made it the center of attention of the Divine Lands.

For people like Shi Yu, they were concerned about the many powerful cultivators gathered there and the appearance of a treasure of the Hades Emperor, which provoked this earth-shaking event. As the black hole devoured everything, everyone paid attention to the vast energy released there.

However, other than these powerful cultivators, the many Buddhist cultivators in the world, from the Virtuous Zen Master of the Celestial Sect of Wonders and the Monk Da Kong of the Great Zhou Empire to ordinary monks, stared emotionlessly in the direction of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

They were everywhere. Some of them had very high levels of cultivation while others had barely at all. Some of them resided deep in the forests and refused to come out while others had rejoined the mortal world.

However, their only similarity was that they all looked in the direction of the Great Thunderclap Temple, the eternal Holy Land of Buddhist cultivators.

Even though they had left the Great Thunderclap Temple, even though it was only a pile of ruins, even though no one offered incense there anymore, the monks still cultivated by themselves in hope of rebuilding the Great Thunderclap Temple.

Now, even the ruins were gone. Destroyed in the hands of others, it was agony for the many Buddhist cultivators.

The ruins were unimportant. After all, they were just objects. However, their belief wavered.

"As the Age of Vipralopa descends, is it really irreversible? Is there really Nirvana? The shockwave from the attacks of these powerful cultivators was able to destroy the hope of us Buddhists. What salvation do we have?" (Translator’s Note: The Age of Vipralopa is seen as the Buddhist version of the Apocalypse in East Asian Buddhism.)

The many Buddhist cultivators, who were already dazed and lost, felt as if their faith had been dealt with another blow.

In Tianjing City, Monk Da Kong, whose entire body was like a golden Buddha statue but covered with scars and wounds, gnashed his teeth.

"The Age of Vipralopa. It is really the Age of Vipralopa!"

First, the Great Thunderclap Temple was invaded by the Hades Emperor. Then, the Anti-Buddha Alliance obliterated the teachings of the Buddha. Now, the Buddhist ruins were attacked once more. This time, nothing was left.

The non-stop calamities made many Buddhist cultivators feel like giving up all hope.

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