Half a month after the demons launched a large-scale attack on the Central Plains, on February 30th, the weather was fine, spring was in full bloom, and the Central Plains was full of vitality.
At that time, Liuli was leading over a thousand divine beast youths to attack a temple in Jiangzhou with a relatively weak force, numbering around five or six hundred disciples. The temple's beacon towers had already been lit, but this Buddhist temple had only been established in recent years, and the disciples' cultivation levels were generally low. The abbot, the highest-ranking disciple, was only at the Buddha Heart Realm. Even in the short time before other sects came to their aid, the thousand-plus divine beast youths had enough time to slaughter all the disciples in the temple.
Liuli sat cross-legged on a dark lotus platform, leisurely watching the chaotic scene in the Buddhist temple built on a small mountain below.
The lotus platform she sat on was the same nine-colored lotus platform she once knew. However, after a hundred years of nurturing with her demonic energy, the lotus platform had been completely transformed into a demonic artifact. The protective light emanating from it was still powerful, but it was no longer Buddhist light; instead, it was black demonic light.
Liuli renamed it Youye Liantai.
In just half an hour, all five or six hundred disciples in the Buddhist temple had been slaughtered, while the divine beast youth only suffered minor injuries to a hundred or so, with no divine beast seriously injured or killed.
Seeing that there were no living people left in the temple, the many mythical beast youths began to skillfully rummage through the corpses scattered on the ground, searching for any complete relics.
Yu Xin had no intention of doing anything bloody, so she flew directly to Liu Li's side and said with a smile, "Miss, it's done!"
Liuli nodded slightly and remained silent.
Yu Xin turned to look at Liu Li's small face. She saw that Liu Li was staring at one spot expressionlessly, but her gaze was unfocused. Yu Xin carefully observed for a while and could discern a trace of confusion and deep thought in her eyes.
Yu Xin vaguely knew what she was thinking; she was probably thinking about that tall, thin monk.
During the hundred years that followed the Thunderfire Calamity and retreat to the Demon Realm, Liuli secretly left the Demon Realm several times. She concealed her tracks, and others might not have known she had gone out. However, Yu Xin and Ge Yiyuan, who lived with her, noticed her arriving several times looking travel-worn. The two of them secretly guessed that she must have gone to the Central Plains, and as for her purpose, it was obvious that it was for the monk named Shi Chan.
Since they arrived in the Central Plains half a month ago, although Liuli never said anything, Yu Xin could sense that she was searching for something everywhere, because the Buddhist temples she ordered to be attacked were all over the Central Plains, rather than being attacked nearby around the City of Gods and Demons.
However, they destroyed so many Buddhist temples and killed so many Buddhist disciples. The monk should have received the news and come out to stop them long ago, but he never showed up.
Yu Xin's eyes darted around a few times, and she said meaningfully, "Miss, I remember that a hundred years ago, no matter what we did, that monk Shi Chan would always appear in front of us. I don't know what's wrong with him now, why hasn't he appeared? Could it be..."
Liuli snapped back to reality and instinctively turned to look at Yu Xin, her expression tense as she stared intently at her, waiting for her to continue.
Yu Xin hesitated, unsure whether to continue, but she knew she had to remind Liuli. After a long silence, she continued, saying deeply, "He wouldn't be... dead, would he?"
Liuli's eyelashes trembled, and her body shook slightly.
A clear look of worry appeared in her eyes. Whether it was her several secret trips to the Central Plains that failed to find him, or his continued absence for the past half month, Liuli had never considered the possibility that Yu Xin had said. If the word "death" were to truly fall upon him, then that word would be far too heavy, pressing down on Liuli's heart and making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
After a long silence, she took a deep breath to suppress the suffocating feeling in her heart, and said in a cold voice, "Impossible, he is a cultivator, how could he die in just a hundred years? He must still be alive... he must be!"
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