Legend of Swordsman

If Divine Wood King consumed the treasures bestowed by Realm King and embarked on the path of resurrection in the future, there was hope to surpass this Pope of the Ancient Moon Religion.

But now, there was no doubt that the Pope of the Ancient Moon Sect was the strongest.

A family like the Bai Clan, or rather the Bai Divine Mountain, could nurture a generation of Popes for the Ancient Moon Sect.

This had a lot to do with their internal cultivation methods.

At Bai Divine Mountain, the cultivation emphasis was primarily on one’s state of mind.

When the mind and spirit are unified, one becomes invincible.

According to Wu Zuo’s information, Tongtian Buddha’s experience after entering the Ancient Moon Spacetime was the simplest.

Upon entering the Ancient Moon Spacetime, he joined Bai Divine Mountain.

Breaking through to become the Universe Master was also very smooth; it took less than an era to achieve.

However, after becoming the Universe Master, Tongtian Buddha encountered great trouble. Blame it on Realm King.

He gave Tongtian Buddha a very special inheritance.

The premise of receiving this inheritance was to have Tongtian Buddha convert a life within a certain paradise world.

Tongtian Buddha initially thought this was a simple matter, but he regretted it upon entering that paradise.

He wasted millions of eras on this.

To the point where even Bai Divine Mountain almost forgot about him within the sect.

“Water Moon Cave!”

A peculiar cave paradise beneath Bai Divine Mountain, seemingly ordinary but had trapped Tongtian Buddha for countless ages.

The pyramid Jian Wushuang rode silently entered this cave.

There were no Universe Masters of the Eighth Tribulation in Bai Divine Mountain.

As for whichever Bai Clan ancestor saw Divine Wood King’s flourishing, they had long gone to visit Divine Wood King.

Even if they were in their lair, they wouldn’t be able to discover Jian Wushuang.

In the entire Primordial White Heaven, or the entire Ancient Moon Spacetime.

Only the Pope of the Ancient Moon Sect noticed Jian Wushuang’s arrival.

“A pyramid? Jian Wushuang!”

The Pope of the Ancient Moon Sect, with her tall figure, gazed at the location where Jian Wushuang descended.

“To cause such a disturbance in the Eternal Realm of Tian Cang, then suddenly return to the Ancient Moon Spacetime, how interesting!”

What she was staring at was Jian Wushuang’s vitality. She just didn’t feel like exchanging it originally, but seeing Jian Wushuang again, she felt somewhat moved. However, knowing that Jian Wushuang had entered the Water Moon Cave for important matters, she didn’t go directly to find him but waited for Jian Wushuang to come out before visiting him.

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When Jian Wushuang rode the pyramid into the Water Moon Cave, he also felt that gaze, but he ignored it.

Now, in the entire Ancient Moon Spacetime, no one dared to make him unhappy, not even any Pope.

Whoosh!

A slender figure directly stepped onto the land of the Water Moon Cave.

The scenery was beautiful, with picturesque mountains and rivers!

It was a rare paradise.

After his arrival, he put away the pyramid.

With a thought, he could sense the only Universe Master in this cave.

Most of the cultivators in this cave were mortals.

There were very few Immortal-level cultivators.

Emperors were even rarer.

Moreover, Jian Wushuang could sense that within billions of miles around, there was no trace of battle.

This indicated that Tongtian Buddha had done a good job of conversion.

The cultivators of the whole world were peaceful.

Standing on a hillside in the jungle, he glanced around and felt quite comfortable.

At this moment, from a small path in the jungle, came the sound of sparse hoofbeats.

After a while, a group of people and horses appeared.

There were only a few people, with varying levels of strength, all mortal warriors.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t be riding horses.

When these people passed by the hillside and saw Jian Wushuang standing there dumbfounded, dressed luxuriously like a rich young master, they didn’t sense any aura of a

warrior from him.

According to past experiences, encountering a rich young master in the deep mountains and old forests, what else could they do?

Of course, rob him!

But these warriors all dismounted, shouting loudly, “Is this young master lost?”

Even when speaking, they had to dismount to avoid looking down on him.

How polite!

Jian Wushuang turned around, also very courteous, “No, I was just attracted by the scenery

here and stopped to admire it for a while!”

“Oh. Since that’s the case, then we’ll…”

Before the other party finished speaking, Jian Wushuang leaped into the air directly.

“Thank you for your concern, I’ll take my leave first!”

Jian Wushuang flew slowly, allowing the warriors below to catch sight of his figure.

Upon realizing that Jian Wushuang was a cultivator capable of flight, these people revealed expressions of extreme envy.

It wasn’t until Jian Wushuang disappeared from view that they mounted their horses and continued on their journey.

Leaping over forests and crossing a canyon, he spotted an ordinary small town.

Thin smoke rose from within the town, and smiles adorned the faces of its inhabitants.

It was mid-afternoon when Jian Wushuang arrived, witnessing scenes of ordinary people returning home from their labor to have their meals.

Men returned home with hoes, reaching before sunset to enjoy the meals prepared by their

wives.

As long as their families were safe and sound, it was the greatest tranquility for them. Passing through the canyon, he arrived at the plains where commoners congregated the most. The night passed by in the blink of an eye, and Jian Wushuang hadn’t even witnessed a single scene of conflict.

It wasn’t until the second day, when the sun was high in the sky, that the place came alive.

The fact that they could sleep until this time indicated that these commoners faced no

pressure whatsoever.

They rose early for exercises, had their meals, and drank tea, maintaining an extremely

leisurely pace of life.

There was no oppression from landlords or thieves in this mortal world.

Jian Wushuang flew all the way, testing the results of his enlightenment.

Among the farmhouses he observed, there were no Buddhist statues being worshipped.

That was the brilliance of the Buddhist philosophy.

After observing the common folk, he turned his gaze towards warriors and even cultivators.

They were all the same.

Teaching the methods of cultivation, they emphasized going with the flow.

Cultivation was also about going with the flow.

Either visiting friends or secluding oneself for cultivation.

There was simply no conflict.

As for the needed treasures, they were either refined by friends or cultivated by oneself.

Conflicts were extremely rare.

In places where conflicts did occur, they were merely sparring matches.

After wandering for three days, Jian Wushuang had surveyed the entire Water Moon Cave.

His eyes eventually settled on a small city within the Water Moon Cave.

The city was populated by cultivators, with numerous entrances totaling to 1 million.

Tongtian Buddha was among them.

His appearance had changed a lot.

He looked younger than before, dressed in a plain light blue robe, with thick eyebrows and big

eyes.

With folded hands, he walked calmly along the streets.

There was no longer the radiant aura of the past; now, he was understated.

He resembled a young monk.

After making a round, it was time to greet Tongtian Buddha.

Jian Wushuang’s figure flickered, directly entering the small city.

He had timed it perfectly, arriving early at a roadside stall.

In the early morning, the stall owner was shouting about white porridge, spicy dishes, and

steamed buns.

Although it was a small city frequented by cultivators, most of the residents were still

warriors.

They hadn’t reached the level of fasting.

So, there were still worldly foods available.

Jian Wushuang found a spot by the street and loudly ordered, “Two bowls of porridge, four

steamed buns, two meat, two vegetarian!”

One aspect of this place that Jian Wushuang admired was that Tongtian Buddha had not simply copied his own Buddhist practices here.