Chapter 344 Where Are You, Senior Apprentice-Brother Chen? (1/2)

Within a flash of a thunder, Shen Lian had passed the south sea of misery and headed towards Xi Huang.

Although he successfully broke Daoist Liuqing's Four Symbols Formation, he was not too delighted about it. He felt that his Dao was too shallow and needed to use tricks to overcome the formation. Such means were not the way of the proper Dao and one should never be obsessed with that feeling or else he would regret it in the future.

Shen Lian was fully aware of this principle and could only remind himself to stay on track. Nobody knows what would happen in the future and he could not guarantee his loyalty towards Dao.

Everyone knew the Xuan philosophy of Dao but even celestials and Buddha would not say that they could fully apply the knowledge into practice.

There was no point in overthinking it and Shen Lian chose not to be over-fixated to the idea. By evening, he finally arrived at the Temple of Killings.

He looked up at the Temple of Killings and felt uneasy as if the three Chinese characters of the temple's name was covered in blood.

He stared at the temple's name and it felt as if the characters came to life like butterflies with their wings spread out. Hints of a murderous aura charged towards him like the breeze.

Suddenly, an image of a bloodbath gently appeared in his mind.

A rash of flame was ignited in his eyes and leaped out from his pupils to set the bloodbath ablaze and turned the illusion into ashes.

Back to reality, the three characters of the 'Temple of Killing' looked brand new but as a breeze blew past, it turned into dust, swept together with the wind, while a small fraction of dust landed on Shen Lian's fingertips. He walked into the temple slowly with a solemn expression and saw the disciples were all frozen in motion. Some were sitting, some were lying, and while were holding on to the incantation but there were no fluctuations of mana.

Their eyes were wide open but there was no spirit within them. The only thing that was left behind was an empty shell.

In fact, it seems as though they did not realize that they were already dead.

The spider that was building its web at the courtyard was dead; the colony of ants that was moving the body of a dead fly, too, was motionless.

A cicada that was drinking the delicious tree sap was as stiff as a post and showed no signs of vitality.

Shen Lian could not find any living beings in the Temple of Killing. It seemed like these souls were killed by a dash of murderous aura at the same time.

What a terrifying killing vibes that could massacre the Temple of Killing in a split second.

Buddha said that a bowl of pure water contained forty-eight thousand worms. Similarly, although the Temple of Killing was only an inch of land, it housed numerous living beings under its roof. The killing vibes were so micro fine that it actually killed every single being without them noticing. It was very petrifying and spine-chilling.

Shen Lian stood outside of Chen Jianmei's cultivation room. He opened the door and the room was empty with no signs of struggle or fight.

He scanned the room with his divine thoughts but failed to find any traces that could be used to determine Chen Jianmei's whereabouts.

An ancient coin appeared on Shen Lian's fingertips that was hiding under his Dao robe. The head of the coin had the word 'Emperor', while the tail of the coin wrote, 'sky full of stars'.

Shen Lian flipped the coin at his fingertips to seek for a divine reading. The reading was so chaotic, it was beyond measure.

It felt like at a certain point of time, Chen Jianmei has disappeared from the world. The feeling was like a dream that disappeared after waking up.

The coin was still spinning and Shen Lian did not give up. But after a while, a crisp sound could be heard as the coin split into half to reveal traces of rust. The coin has lost its power and turned into an ordinary object.

The coin was stained with traces of time and was an efficacious tool for divine reading.

But it failed to read any traces of the incident earlier and was destroyed by a shapeless force.