Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Kongnian Temple.

Of the Ten Great Buddhist Temples in the Western Regions, this was the only one that remained.

In the nearly three years that had passed, the Ten Great Buddhist Temples had all come to understand the true extent of Xiao Mo’s power.

Therefore, they had no intention of clashing with him head-on.

Over the years, they had let their temples fall under Xiao Mo’s control, trading space for time, all for the sake of this final battle.

Inside the main hall of Kongnian Temple.

Ten Abbots from the Buddhist Sect, all in the Ascension Realm, stood before a statue of the Buddha.

After two to three years of preparations, the grand Array carved around the Buddha statue had finally been completed a month ago.

The Array, with the Buddha statue at its center, connected the entirety of Kongnian Temple, and by extension, the entire Qi Fortune of the Buddhist Sect in the Western Regions.

Now, they were just waiting for Xiao Mo’s arrival.

And they were confident he would come.

Xiao Mo’s actions had made it clear: his ambition wasn’t merely to be the Demon Lord, but the Common Ruler of the entire Western Regions!

Thus, he would surely come for the Buddhist Sect’s Qi Fortune.

“Master Xujing, how is Martial Niece Wangxin?” the Abbot of Qingzhou Temple asked. “This Demon Suppression Array would be most perfect if it were protected by Martial Niece Wangxin’s Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart.”

“Wangxin and Xiao Mo have known each other since childhood. The bond between them is too deep. I haven’t told her about any of this, nor do I want her to be involved,” Xujing said, raising his head to look at the Buddha statue. “The survival of the Buddhist Sect is a matter for us old geezers to handle. Why must we trouble the younger generation?”

Two and a half years ago, after Wangxin broke through her delusions and entered the Immortal Realm, she had wanted to find Xiao Mo. But as it happened, Xiao Mo came to Kongnian Temple and knocked her unconscious with a single strike of his sword.

Furthermore, Xiao Mo had placed a Magic spell on her courtyard, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving.

For the past two and a half years, Wangxin had repeatedly tried to sneak out of the courtyard, but she always failed.

Xujing would even reinforce the Barrier from time to time.

He believed that even if the Buddhist Sect was ultimately defeated, Xiao Mo would not harm Wangxin—provided she did not join the battle.

“…”

Hearing the firm tone in Master Xujing’s voice, the others felt a pang of regret, but they said nothing more.

They all gazed at the compassionate Buddha statue before them, wondering if the ancestors of the Buddhist Dao would bless them, their unworthy descendants, in this final battle.

Gradually, the dawn sun shone into the main hall. The blood-red morning clouds seemed to drape a red Kasaya over the clay Buddha statue.

Daylight had broken.

“Everyone, prepare yourselves. It is time for us to welcome Donor Xiao,” Xujing said slowly.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

The nine Ascension Realm Abbots chanted the Buddha’s name in unison.

Their voices, accompanied by the tolling of Kongnian Temple’s bells—a signal of an enemy attack—gradually drifted into the distance…

Meanwhile, above Kongnian Temple, fifty thousand Demon Sect Cultivators had arrived.

At the very front of the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators, a man sat upon a floating scabbard.

He rested one foot on the scabbard, holding a vermilion wine gourd in one hand and drinking the last few drops of Sangluo Wine from within.

The Demon Sect disciples gazed at this final pure land of the Buddhist Sect, the eyes of every Demon Dao Cultivator flashing with fervent heat.

The Buddhist Sect and the Demon Sect had clashed countless times.

Although the Demon Sect had gained a significant advantage a few times, this was the first time they had ever pushed the Buddhist Sect to such a desperate state.

They even believed that from this day forward, the Buddhist Sect would be forced to submit to the Demon Sect!

The reason was simple.

In all these years, they had never once seen the Demon Lord fail at anything he set out to do.

As the chimes of the bell echoed through the mountain forests of Kongnian Temple, the last forty thousand resisting Buddhist Disciples stood in disciplined formation, ready for battle.

「A moment later.」

The ten Buddhist Temple Abbots walked to the front of the forty thousand Buddhist Disciples.

“Amitabha Buddha.” Abbot Xujing chanted the Buddha’s name and bowed with his palms pressed together toward Xiao Mo. “This old monk, Xujing, greets Donor Xiao.”

Xiao Mo lowered his wine gourd and hung it at his waist. “The Abbots of the Ten Great Buddhist Temples have avoided battle for two or three years. I presume you are finally ready?”

“Barely,” Xujing replied, looking at Xiao Mo calmly. “If it were possible, this old monk would prefer this great battle not to happen. It would be for the best if Donor Xiao were to withdraw his troops.”

Xiao Mo smiled faintly. “Do you think that’s possible, Master Xujing?”

“Then there is no other way…” Xujing sighed. “Everyone, if you would.”

Xiao Mo’s gaze sharpened. He swept his hand forward and commanded coldly, “Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

Unable to restrain themselves any longer, the fifty thousand Demon Sect Cultivators charged toward the Buddhist Temple!

In all these years, the Demon Sect had not known a single defeat. Their morale was at its absolute peak!

Xujing activated Kongnian Temple’s Mountain Protection Array.

Just as the fifty thousand Demon Cultivators were about to touch the Mountain Protection Array, Xiao Mo slashed down with his sword.

“BOOM!”

A tremendous crash resounded.

The Spiritual Power shield of the Mountain Protection Array shattered instantly.

The fifty thousand Demon Cultivators and the forty thousand Buddhist Sect disciples clashed in a bloody melee.

Xiao Mo’s figure also vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already battling the ten Abbots of the Buddhist Sect high in the sky.

Rampant Spiritual Power swept across the sky.

Xiao Mo swung his sword, and a tyrannical Sword Qi fused with Blood Evil Qi, surging like a tidal wave that threatened to shatter the very heavens.

The ten old monks of the Ascension Realm dared not meet it head-on and could only dodge.

“Suppress!”

The Abbot of Qingzhou Temple roared, and a Golden Buddha Mountain descended to suppress Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo simply raised his head and gave it a faint glance.

The next moment, Xiao Mo swung his sword.

“BOOM!”

The black and red Sword Qi sliced the Golden Buddha Mountain in two as if it were tofu.

The Abbot of Buiyi Temple tore off the cloth robe Kasaya he was wearing.

The cloth robe Kasaya expanded rapidly until it blotted out the sun and sky, then descended upon Xiao Mo.