Legend of the Great Sage

ld even fend off the White Camel Sand King.

A few young men and women stood behind grand preceptor Dong, all giving off a sense of aloofness and nobility.
They all praised him at this moment.

“Master truly is powerful, subduing the wind and sand with a breeze.
Even the White Camel Sand King is powerless, forced into a retreat.”

“Master is the grand preceptor.
Opposing master is equivalent to opposing Great Xia.
He’s only willing to back away once master has taken action.
This White Camel Sand King sure is stubborn as rumoured.”

As for the others, they did not even have the right to praise him.
They all came up to thank him with clasped hands.
All of them were careful.

Grand preceptor Dong stroked his beard gently and said with humility, “Our titles have all been conferred by Great Xia, so we would be subjects of the same court.
Our status is approximately identical too.
He’s only doing me a favour.”

“Master is located in the centre of the empire, the Dragon province, while the White Camel Sand King is merely a Daemon King.
He’s even said to be in league with the traitor, the Grand Banyan Tree King.
How can you be mentioned together?” an arrogant young man said.
He had already undergone the second heavenly tribulation, so he had the ability to back up his arrogance.

“Stop with the nonsense! This is his territory after all.
If you anger him, it won’t benefit anyone.”

Grand preceptor Dong scolded him, but a smile remained on his face.

At this moment, the mirage in the sky became clearer and clearer.
The ink turned into mountains, landscapes, and figures, depicting birds, beasts, and critters.
It was the wonders of the school of Painting, which even left grand preceptor Dong amazed.
The Five Absolutes Immortal was truly a talented figure to be able to push painting to such a level.
If he could go in and take a good look, it would definitely benefit his cultivation tremendously.

“Master, the Painting Tomb is about to open.
What do we do about these people?” The arrogant young man pointed at them casually with a face filled with contempt as if he was looking at a group of mangy dogs that did not know how to behave.

“Grand preceptor, we’ll leave right now!” one of the sensible people called out in a hurry.

“The opening of the Painting Tomb is a grand occasion for our school of Painting.
You’ve all travelled a great distance to come here, so how can I chase you all away? Whether we can enter the Painting Tomb completely depends on our individual luck, not our status or strength, so you might as well wait around.
However, those who are not from the school of Painting should leave!”

Grand preceptor Dong waved his hand, and almost a hundred cultivators dispersed in a hurry.
All those who remained behind were disciples of the school of Painting.
They all sang praises about grand preceptor Dong’s generosity, hoping that they could be the lucky ones to enter the Painting Tomb.

Grand preceptor Dong smiled.
Very few people knew that it was him who spread the news, with his objective being to gather the disciples of the school of Painting and establish a great sect like the Spirit Kṣetra temple.
That way, he would be both the leader of a school and the master of a sect.

With the amount of upheaval the world was facing, the Great Xia empire was on the brink of collapse.
Clearly, the position of grand preceptor alone was no longer particularly reliable.

When the Painting Tomb opened, who could beat him anyway?

In order to obtain this news from prince Si Qing, he had sacrificed one of his wondrous paintings.
He could not allow anyone to take anything away.
However, that Chu Danqing with the Jade Blood of Vermillion and Black had not come, which must have been because he did not have that wretched daemon Li Qingshan supporting him!

Right as he thought of that, his eyes narrowed.
A white figure stood on the sand dune that the White Camel Sand King had just left.
Her bluish-white monk robes drifted with the night wind as her long hair reached all the way to the ground.
Even without any emotion, her beautiful face was breathtaking, but they were embedded with a pair of terrifying eyes.

If the White Camel Sand King was like the desert, then there was still life and hope under his indifferent outer appearance.
Countless lives thrived in the desert.
The undercurrents surged under the sand, ready to turn into an oasis at any moment.
He had served as a guide for countless people in the past, giving them hope in the sandstorms.

However, her eyes were empty.
Let alone the desert, even the Hungry Ghost realm where only the dead could survive seemed too noisy in her eyes.
There was far too much meaningless greed, hatred, and hope.
She brought great destruction among them with her great benevolence.

Grand preceptor Dong had actually failed to sense her appearance.
Even when he looked at her with his own eyes, he failed to sense any aura, but it did suddenly make him remember a title—the buddha nemesis!

His face changed drastically.
He immediately understood why the White Camel Sand King had retreated, but he could not accept retreating right now.
He spoke up, “Fellow, are you…”

Before he could even finish, she had vanished.
A voice devoid of joy or sorrow rang out beside his ear, “Dharmagupta-vinaya, Form of Vinaya.”

Grand preceptor Dong immediately became immobilised.
He struggled to even unleash his powers.
However, the beautiful face was already within arm’s reach.
The white bone sword plunged straight towards his chest.

At the very least, the White Camel King had still given them a warning.
Meanwhile, she had begun a slaughter without hesitation.