Peerless God Emperor

Although they were still quite a distance away from the Core Region of the Western Regions, with the disciple recruitment event of the Western Empyrean God of Heaven at hand, the Southern Firmament City was gradually becoming more lively. There were many cultivators from other realms who came over, but of course, they were only here for the time being.    

As everyone knew, the Western Paradise was the holy land for buddhist cultivators. Although the Southern Sky City was located in a remote area, there were still many buddhist cultivators walking around the city.    

At this moment, a group of figures approached from outside the city. The one in the middle was white-clothed youth, a handsome man with an extraordinary bearing. His bewitching eyes made people unable to shift their gazes away when they saw him.    

white-clothed youth was Qin Xuan, and the people beside him were Jiang Tianxing, Bai Dan, and Chu Feng.    

"I've finally arrived at the Western Horizon Region."    

Qin Xuan looked at the ancient city in front of him and a brilliant smile appeared on his face. They had been travelling nonstop from the Nine Heaven Immortal Domain and after spending one and a half months, they finally arrived at the border of the Western Sky Region.    

"There is still a month's time until the disciple recruitment event. According to our current speed, we should be able to arrive a few days early." Jiang Tianxing smiled at Qin Xuan.    

"That's good." Qin Xuan nodded slightly and said to the crowd, "Let's enter the city. We should also take a look to see how the cities of the Western Region are different from the other regions."    

After that, the group of people entered the city. Soon, they discovered that this place was different from the other cities they passed by. There was less smoke and fire here, making it seem much quieter, but there were a lot of people coming and going.    

Qin Xuan and the others also followed the rules and walked silently.    

Occasionally, a few people who passed by would look at them. When they felt the aura around Jiang Tianxing and Bai Dan, their faces couldn't help but change. However, when they saw Qin Xuan, their hearts relaxed.    

With just a look, it was clear that he was a junior from the great power who was rushing to the Western Sky City to participate in the disciple recruitment event. Currently, this kind of lineup was not a rare one in the Western Sky Region.    

The Western Heavengod was a truly terrifying figure. Even some of the most extraordinary geniuses dreamed of becoming his disciple. They heard him speak of the Dao of Buddhism, and if they were able to master it, their future would be limitless.    

From their point of view, Qin Xuan was one of them.    

"After a whole day's journey, everyone is starting to feel tired. Why don't we find an inn and have a rest first?" Jiang Tianxing said.    

"I want to take a walk around the area. I'll have to trouble the two seniors to take the others to settle down. When the time comes, I'll come find you." Qin Xuan said as he looked at Jiang Tianxing and Bai Dan.    

"I'm afraid you won't be safe by yourself. Let me accompany you." Bai Dan said to Qin Xuan.    

"There's no need to trouble senior. I'm just taking a casual look. Nothing will happen." Qin Xuan's face revealed a smile as he said: "Moreover, the Western Paradise is a holy land of Buddhism. I don't think anyone would dare to cause trouble here."    

A sliver of hesitation appeared in Bai Dan's eyes, but he still couldn't relax. He smiled and said, "Let him be alone. With his strength, even if he encounters trouble, escaping will not be a problem."    

"Fine." Bai Dan nodded slightly and did not insist.    

Qin Xuan then parted ways with Jiang Tianxing and the others. He was walking alone on the streets of Nanxiao City as he looked at the scenery around him. He saw a few people wearing monastic robes walking past with their left hands in front of their chests.    

However, there were also some people who wore simple and crude clothes. They looked like ordinary people without cultivation. They were muttering to themselves as if they were also buddhist cultivators.    

Seeing these people, Qin Xuan's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. In the past, all the buddhist cultivators he had seen were treasured and dignified, with a kind face and a holy aura. This was the first time he had seen such a buddhist cultivator.    

"The monk." Qin Xuan suddenly thought of a kind of buddhist cultivation recorded in the ancient texts. If one wasn't cultivating in the Treasure Hall, they wouldn't care about clothing and life; they would endure what ordinary people could not endure, suffer what ordinary people couldn't, and experience the suffering of the mortal world to understand the truth of buddhism.    

Compared to normal Buddhist cultivators, the number of ascetic monks was very few. After all, not many people had such tenacious willpower and courage.    

Qin Xuan's eyes couldn't help but freeze as he scanned the area. A figure with a broken arm sat there like a statue. His clothes were tattered, and his unkempt black hair draped over his shoulders, covering his appearance.    

The first impression this figure gave him was that of a barbarian.    

"Is he an ascetic too?" Qin Xuan was endlessly shocked. If that was truly the case, then his willpower was too terrifying. It was hard to imagine what degree of pain he was enduring.    

At this moment, Qin Xuan saw a few buddhist cultivators wearing monastic robes walking towards the figure with a respectful expression. They all bowed towards him and said, "We are here to seek your advice, Master."    

"I am just a single person, experiencing the hardships of the human world. I have no last name, so I'm afraid you have found the wrong person." The figure spat out a hoarse voice that sounded like a dying candle in the wind.    

"Master is too modest. Master once taught the Dao, and everyone in South Heaven City knows about it. We all sincerely came here to seek enlightenment, and if you give us a bit of guidance, we'll be forever grateful!" One of the buddhist cultivators opened his mouth again, seemingly unwilling to leave.    

Everyone, you've found the wrong person. If you wish to ask, you shouldn't have come to my place. The one-armed man slowly opened his mouth and once again rejected the offer.    

"Since he is a Buddhist cultivator, he should be merciful in the heart and spread the Buddhist mantra to even more people. Is master really that stingy?" His voice was colder than before, and there was a faint sense of coercion in it.    

The other buddhist cultivators also took a step forward, their bodies radiating buddhist light as they exuded powerful buddhist pressure.    

As the sound of his voice faded, the figure with the severed arm slowly raised his head. A gust of wind blew past, and his head of black hair fluttered, revealing a pair of turbid eyes.    

"Are you really asking for it?"    

A voice came from the man with the severed arm. It was as calm as before.    

"Of course." The buddhist cultivator nodded his head, as a brilliant light flashed in his eyes. This old fellow was truly adamant that he would not give in!    

"Alright." The figure with the severed arm nodded slightly. After which, he placed his left palm on his chest and moved his lips, as if reading something. However, there was no sound to be heard, and no one knew what he was chanting.    

In the next moment, a dazzling buddhist light appeared in front of the figure with the severed arm, transforming into an incomparably large swastika palm print. With a boom, the swastika palm print smashed towards the buddhist cultivators.    

"You're courting death!" The expressions of those few Buddhist cultivators were filled with rage. Their auras erupted forth as they simultaneously blasted out a palm imprint. The Buddhist light flashed in the air as it collided with the Swastika character.    

Boom!    

It directly destroyed the opponent's attack. At the same time, the huge swastika character smashed onto the bodies of the buddhist cultivators, and at the same time, they all spat out a mouthful of blood. Their bodies were blasted away and they landed heavily on the ground.    

"Such powerful strength!" Qin Xuan's heart shook when he saw this scene. The auras the buddhist cultivators gave off were at the peak of the High Rank of Monarch Stage, however, they were unable to withstand a single palm strike from the severed arm. From this, one could see just how powerful that figure was!