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Chapter 304 The Mystery of the White Tower, Resurrection from Death

"Living corpses? Female ghosts? What nonsense are you talking about? We cultivators cannot possibly be frightened by such supernatural things." At this moment, Meng Huan truly had a headache, his brow slightly furrowed, as each of the three major Esoteric Sects was not easy to deal with, and unexpected events were occurring.

The nameless old monk of the Hundred Buddha Temple and the abbot of the temple who had fallen into evil ways.

Furthermore, even now, some abnormal situation had arisen at White Tower Temple, suddenly giving Meng Huan a big headache.

"I... Disciple also does not know the specific situation at White Tower Temple, but merely relays the message according to what the elders of the sect have said," said the young disciple of the Fiery Sun Sect as he hurriedly lowered his head respectfully.

Meng Huan merely muttered a few complaints under his breath and had no intention of really making things difficult for him.

"How are things over there? Wu Cuicheng and his team haven't encountered any danger, have they?" Meng Huan asked again.

"Apart from encountering those undying living corpses, no large-scale conflicts have erupted. According to the elder's transmission, the situation there is very calm, but also very eerie," replied the disciple from the Fiery Sun Sect.

"That's good!" Meng Huan nodded, "You go ahead then. I will personally visit later to see what exactly is happening at White Tower Temple."

"Thank you, Sect Master Meng!" The young disciple immediately beamed with joy, his face showing a relieved expression.

Watching the young disciple bow and swiftly run off, Meng Huan withdrew his gaze and stroked his chin. He turned his head toward Su Heng and said, "Where there's something abnormal, there must be monsters. With such happenings at White Tower Temple now, there likely lurks some sort of secret."

"Would you like to join me on this trip?" Meng Huan invited proactively.

"A visit wouldn't hurt," Su Heng said, since the travel back and forth wouldn't take much time given their speed.

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After discussing, the two immediately set off for White Tower Temple.

After crossing the vast plains and continuous undulating snow mountains, White Tower Temple soon appeared before Su Heng and Meng Huan.

White Tower Temple is divided into an outer courtyard and an inner courtyard, located at the foot of a snow mountain deep in Skull Plain. At this moment, as the sun rose, the dawn light fell, and many golden Buddha stupas amidst the snow mountain could be seen shining, paired with the surrounding pristine white snow, and the chanting coming from somewhere in the void, it appeared extraordinarily sacred.

In the desolate grassland outside White Tower Temple, there were also many towering white stupas.

Legend has it that these white stupas buried the bones of the monastery's past sages, once powerful beings who, even in death, left relics like Buddha Bones which could ward off evil spirits and protect the area. But now, upon closer inspection, the forest of white stupas didn't feel peaceful at all.

Instead, it was enveloped by a thin eerie fog, the temperature was very low, and when the cold wind blew, one could hear a rustling sound coming from somewhere.

The ancient and sacred temple, which used to be full of life, now looked devoid of any at first glance.

It gave a rather eerie and cold feeling.

Su Heng and Meng Huan had just landed on the desolate grassland outside White Tower Temple and had not had time to take a closer look, when they heard a series of rapid footsteps coming from behind them.

Then came a cheerful greeting, "Brother Meng, little brother Su, you've finally arrived."

Su Heng turned around to look.

The fog dispersed in the distance, and a burly figure was approaching quickly on the path.

He was tall with a well-trimmed flat-top short haircut and a long narrow scar on his face, giving him a somewhat flamboyant aura.

"Senior Wu Cuicheng," Su Heng remembered well and recognized the man at a glance. He had met him once when he and Qin Shunying left the Jinwu ruins.

"But now it's worth a try to see what kind of mysteries are hidden inside this White Tower Temple," Meng Huan murmured, yet his gaze fell on Su Heng.

"With me here, there are no taboos," Su Heng said with a smile, nodding his head.

Though it was a simple sentence, his demeanor exuded an overwhelming confidence that seemed to suppress everything.

"Good!" Meng Huan laughed heartily, "Then I'll make the first move, let's test it!"

Whoosh!

He formed a sword with his fingers, pointing forward.

A sharp, invisible Sword Qi instantly swept across.

In the White Tower Temple, the head of an old monk covered with mottled patches flew high into the air, but barely any blood seeped from the severed section.

His head rolled onto the ground and into some bushes. Then, as the surrounding fog suddenly surged, by the time it cleared, the old monk's head had returned to its original place.

He still stood there, expressionless, watching Su Heng and the others.

"Interesting," Meng Huan raised an eyebrow, surprise written all over his face.

The Sword Qi he had unleashed contained spiritual power, not only sharp but also capable of eroding the spirit. Even Earth Immortal Realm mighty ones would find it difficult to withstand.

But looking at the situation now, it seemed not to have inflicted any damage on the old monk.

Following this, Meng Huan chanted a spell and formed a fire technique with his hands.

The emaciated body of the old monk burned like a candle, but soon after, the flames quickly extinguished.

At this point, Meng Huan had no immediate solutions; he lifted his head, his gaze seeking help from Su Heng, "Young friend Su, given the current situation, what do you think?"

"These undead are neither alive nor dead, not existing independently," Su Heng's pupils shimmered with light, appearing to have discovered something, he spoke softly, "They are connected to the surrounding environment, being devoured and refined by some incredible powerful life force."

"Is that so?" Meng Huan's face showed a contemplative expression.

Wu Cuicheng simply widened his eyes, not understanding the reason behind it or how to resolve the current situation.

"However, that doesn't mean they're truly indestructible," Su Heng said, "As long as we can wear down their spiritual power, we then need to find the body of this powerful life force to fully understand what's happening inside the White Tower Temple."

Whoosh!

Su Heng took a step forward.

He reached out, his fingers clasping like an eagle's talons, grabbing toward the old monk.

The old monk, sensing imminent danger, suddenly looked up and tried to dodge and flee. But how could his speed compare to Su Heng's? He was snagged by Su Heng like a small chicken.

Following this, the third Seed of Destruction within his third heart throbbed, and Su Heng clenched his fingers tightly.

Bang!

Under the weight of authority.

The residual body of the old monk burst open, turning into a mist of ashes, absorbed and devoured by Su Heng.

This time, he did not revive again.