Outside Jinzhu Cave, three old monks turned away with ashen faces and departed. The bare-chested, yellow-robed Dharma King spat a thick glob of phlegm after the monks, sneering, "A bunch of inexplicable old bald donkeys, offering not a shred of benefit, yet expecting us to hold off the Demon Lord's invasion for them?"

The blue-robed Dharma King beside him was even more contemptuous: "We only asked them to send Junior Nun Qingyin to warm our Master's bed, and eight thousand nuns to wash our brothers' feet and fold their quilts. They won't even agree to such minor conditions, yet they want us to bleed and fight for them! Do they really think they're Shen Gongbao and we're mere lumps of flesh? Those three old fossils were trembling all over, yet lacked the courage to even glance back."

As widely known, Jinzhu Cave was a great anomaly within the Polomimon Jujiao Le Tian. Though they were Buddhist cultivators, they were the dregs of the faith, a disgrace to Buddhism—truly a pack of lawless thugs who ate meat and drank wine. Control the anger, absolutely control the anger. The consequences of a confrontation at their doorstep were terrifying; they absolutely could not afford to provoke them.

Soaring rapidly away on clouds, the three old monks hurried towards several Buddhist mountain ranges near Jinzhu Cave. They needed to personally call upon the esteemed high monks and virtuous ones dwelling in those mountains to gather at the Huiyan Great Snow Mountain, to jointly confront the invading Demon Lord. This time, the attitude of Huiyan Great Snow Mountain was exceptionally cautious, and the efficiency of their actions was frighteningly high.

After the massive invasion by the Nine Nether Dao in those years, the Buddhist cultivators of the Great Snow Mountain finally understood that the cultivators of the lower realms could not be underestimated; among them existed countless entities capable of posing a threat to them. And this time, the invaders were not some unknown minor force from the lower realms, but the Protector Devas who already had a notorious reputation in ancient times—they had even moved the Three-Union City right to the doorstep of the Great Snow Mountain! With pressure like a mountain crushing down on their heads, the Buddhist cultivators of the Great Snow Mountain felt deeply uneasy.

Just as teams of old monks scurried everywhere inviting aid, the Three-Union City landed before the gates of the Great Snow Mountain.

The massive Three-Union City’s lowest tier alone was a hundred zhang taller than the highest main peak of the Great Snow Mountain. Hundreds of tiers of cities soared upward from the base, piercing the clouds. Indeed, even the Buddhist Dharma Eye could not fathom the true height of this city. The area covered by each tier of the Three-Union City was hundreds of times larger than the entire footprint of the Great Snow Mountain. The shadow of the Three-Union City completely enveloped the entire Great Snow Mountain.

Countless members of the Protector Devas stood upon the successive ramparts, laughing and pointing at the Great Snow Mountain below, looking down upon the panicked Buddhist cultivators. Some of the more ill-tempered Asuras and Rakshas even set up crossbow cannons propelled by demonic energy, firing them with rhythmic dong, dong, dong blasts directly at the Great Snow Mountain.

Harnessing the endless demonic power of the Three-Union City, each shot from these specially crafted crossbow cannons could travel hundreds of thousands of li. Their kinetic energy was sufficient to pierce the earth and shatter stars. These were the strongest defensive weapons of the Three-Union City during the ancient wars between the Asuras and the Celestial Gods, responsible for shattering countless Celestial Gods and their mounts.

Now, these Asuras and Rakshas were operating the rampart cannons as if engaging in casual play. Nearly ten thousand cannons fired simultaneously, unleashing tens of thousands of beams of intense light that plunged toward the earth like falling meteors, leaving brilliant, dazzling trails of flame in the air. The head-sized crystallized demon cores shot from the cannons struck hundreds of nearby monasteries, thousands of valleys, and tens of thousands of scenic mountains surrounding the Great Snow Mountain.

With a clap of thunder erupting from flat ground, one monastery exploded skyward amidst blinding firelight, showering fragments of limbs and torsos everywhere. The monastery, which once spanned several li, was flattened, leaving behind a crater over ten li deep.

Hundreds of monasteries suffered the same fate. Unless one possessed the cultivation of a Taiyi Golden Immortal or Daluo Golden Immortal, any monk below that realm, regardless of the cultivation technique practiced or how diamond-like their bodies had become, was instantly blown to smithereens by the cannon fire.

Thousands of beautifully scenic valleys collapsed amid the deafening roars, with countless spiritual herbs, divine birds, and spirit beasts vanishing into smoke and fire.

Tens of thousands of mountains, some picturesque, others majestic, were struck by the errant cannon fire, instantly shattering amidst the echoing booms and rising smoke. The immense shockwave shook the thick snowpack across a vast expanse of nearby peaks. A line of snow light collapsed from the distant horizon—a magnificent avalanche spread rapidly from the far edge of the sky towards them, resulting in a scene where large and small blocks of snow tumbled chaotically as far as the eye could see.

A deep, resonant Buddhist chant echoed from afar. A middle-aged monk, three zhang tall and wielding a demon-subduing pestle, charged out of the Great Snow Mountain with menacing momentum. From a great distance, this monk, possessing the cultivation of a Mid-grade Taiyi Golden Immortal, sternly rebuked, "What manner of fiends dare to..."

Asura King Fan Ya immediately rushed out, snatched the monk, opened his mouth, and swallowed him whole with a great A-wu, not even taking the time to chew. Fan Ya danced excitedly, roaring with laughter, "Wonderful, delicious! The muscles are chewy, the blood is rich and fragrant. Among the Three Realms, if we speak of delicacies, only the celestial maidens of the Asuras and Gandharvas compare to these monks."

Exhaling deeply, Fan Ya roared toward the Great Snow Mountain, "You bald donkeys! Hurry and send out three thousand tender, pale-skinned young nuns so that your King here can roast and eat them!"

Silence descended upon the Great Snow Mountain. The assembly of high monks and virtuous ones exchanged bewildered glances, each too stunned to speak.

When the Nine Nether Dao attacked back then, they at least had a pretext: they sought to rescue Fu Ya-7Ming, who had been forcibly abducted by the Old Nun Wuxing. But these Brahmin Demon Kings attacked the Great Snow Mountain for no reason at all—simply because they wanted to attack the Great Snow Mountain. Moreover, judging by Fan Ya's demeanor, Buddhist cultivators were mere food in his eyes!

Negotiation was possible with the Nine Nether Dao, and even with those who allied with them; but against the Brahmin Demon Kings, the Buddhist cultivators had no logic or justification to offer.

After a long silence, two old monks at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm emerged from the Great Snow Mountain, leading a vast contingent of thousands of young and old monks and nuns, all possessing at least the peak cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal. These two old monks chanted Buddhist titles from afar, announcing themselves: one was Chan Master Huang Ye, the other Chan Master Xixin. They were the new Buddhist leaders of the Huiyan Great Snow Mountain after the departure of Old Nun Wuxing.

Fan Ya looked at the assembly of monks and nuns with utter disdain. He merely cackled incessantly, smacking his lips as if savoring the taste of the monk he had just consumed.

Chan Master Huang Ye's face was grim. He roared fiercely, "Fan Ya, you were once a member of our Buddhist sect. Why do you attack our Great Snow Mountain and assault our followers?"

Fan Ya glared, cursing back, "You are the Buddhist donkey, your son is a Buddhist donkey, your daughter is a Buddhist donkey, your entire family are Buddhist donkeys! Cut the nonsense. All the donkeys of Polomimon Jujiao Le Tian who voluntarily submit to us and accept our demonic vows can live. Those who refuse will all be annihilated!"

The Asura Demon King Pimo Zhiduoluo, Fan Ya's peer, rushed out excitedly from the Three-Union City. He pointed at Huang Ye and Xixin, laughing heartily, "If they refuse to submit, that suits our wishes perfectly. We’ll slaughter and eat all the male donkeys, and slaughter and eat the very old female donkeys. The average ones and the young ones, we’ll just snatch them back for some fun, and eat them after we’ve had our fill! Delightful, truly delightful!"

Huang Ye and Xixin's faces turned exceptionally ugly. They shouted sternly, "Namo Amitabha, a demon is a demon, all the painstaking efforts of the two Founding Masters to convert you have been wasted! You stubborn wretches, today we shall send you off for transcendence!"

Fan Ya burst into laughter, rocking back and forth in mocking derision, "Transcend us? I’m so scared! Hehehehe. Come, this King shall transcend you few little nuns first!"

With a wave of his large hand, the void immediately trembled. Fan Ya's title was 'Valiant and Strong'; he was the fiercest, swiftest, and most agile Demon King among the Asuras. His surprise attack was as fast as wind and lightning. One arm shot instantly behind Chan Master Huang Ye. With a massive palm spanning several zhang, Fan Ya snatched up the three remarkably beautiful, dignified, and majestic nuns who had cultivated for three lifetimes.

These three nuns appeared to be mere girls of sixteen or seventeen, yet each possessed the cultivation of a First-grade Daluo Golden Immortal, having diligently cultivated for countless yuanshe. Suddenly seized by Fan Ya's sneak attack, others would have panicked and screamed, but the three nuns coldly shouted, calmly bringing forth their Buddhist artifacts to smash down on Fan Ya's massive hand.

A staff transformed into a golden dragon descending heavily onto Fan Ya's arm. A Vajra Sword transformed into countless streaks of firelight, sweeping and stabbing wildly, haphazardly slicing towards every joint of Fan Ya's fingers. The Diamond Sutra possessed a magnificent aura; pages flew up, transforming into auspicious golden light spanning hundreds of zhang, crashing down. Within the light, countless scriptures flickered, their power truly frightening.

But Fan Ya merely chuckled mockingly. He tightened his fingers; the bones of the three nuns cracked and popped audibly as he squeezed them into unconsciousness. The three Buddhist artifacts attacking him were met by Fan Ya conjuring a simple Buddhist mudra, emitting a few streaks of Buddhist Demon-Subduing Golden Light, and effortlessly drawing the three artifacts into his palm.

The Protector Devas were employed by Buddhism. Once conferred the title of Dharma Protectors, their status within the faith was extremely high. Apart from the Twin Saints of Buddhism, Amitabha Buddha, and a few Buddhas with sufficient seniority, virtually no one else could command them. Because of their unique identity and noble status, although they originated from the Brahmins, they had mastered countless Buddhist divine abilities and cultivated numerous Buddhist techniques.

In comparison, the Buddhist techniques cultivated by the monks and nuns of Huiyan Great Snow Mountain were, in Fan Ya’s eyes, simply beneath notice—these were the shallow techniques practiced only by their disciples and grand-disciples. What effect could such Buddhist divine abilities have when used to attack Fan Ya?

Huang Ye and Xixin could not intervene in time to stop Fan Ya; his movements were too swift. With just one gesture, he had seized the three nuns and their three Buddhist weapons.

The two old monks’ hearts clenched in shock and alarm. At their command, the thousands of monks and nuns behind them struck out simultaneously. Vast swaths of auspicious Buddhist light soared into the sky, carrying thousands of Buddhist divine weapons and magic treasures that rained down upon Fan Ya.

Pimo Zhiduoluo laughed loudly, shaking his head repeatedly, "Lesser Vehicle Buddhism, Pratyekabuddha methods, alas, how weak you are!"

With a loud laugh, the nine heads of Pimo Zhiduoluo simultaneously emitted brilliant golden light from their nine thousand eyes. His nine hundred and ninety arms swung forcefully, and a massive wave of seven-colored Buddhist light erupted from within him. A phantom image of a Buddha, shining with golden light all over, manifested above his head. This Buddha phantom was eighty-zhang and one chi tall, glistening with golden light, enveloped by a curtain of seven-colored glazed radiance—truly majestic in form and boundless in power.

This Buddha phantom glanced indifferently at the sky filled with attacking Buddhist artifacts and light. With a gentle wave of his right hand, like a Buddha smiling while holding a flower, a few translucent petals of the golden Borala flower flashed fleetingly in the void. A clear light spilled down, completely shattering the artifacts and light from the thousands of monks and nuns.

A thick scent of sandalwood wafted through the void. The Buddhist light from the thousands of monks and nuns dissipated into countless scattered rain of light, and the thousands of Buddhist artifacts obediently flew into Pimo Zhiduoluo’s hands, like well-behaved puppies.

The golden light emitted from Pimo Zhiduoluo's nine thousand eyes then shot out like arrows, striking the assembled monks and nuns. The impact instantly made them vomit blood and fly backward. Some of the weaker ones, whose physical bodies were not strong enough, were struck with face-basin-sized holes piercing straight through their chests, spraying blood and flesh everywhere.

Fan Ya and Pimo Zhiduoluo had only attacked together, and arguably only Pimo Zhiduoluo had acted, yet they had routed the thousands of high monks and virtuous ones of the Great Snow Mountain. Among the defeated were two peak Daluo Golden Immortals, twenty-four Upper-grade Daluo Golden Immortals, one hundred and eight Mid-grade Daluo Golden Immortals, three hundred and seventy-five Lower-grade Daluo Golden Immortals, and the rest were experts at the peak of Taiyi Celestial Immortal. Meanwhile, Fan Ya and Pimo Zhiduoluo’s cultivation levels were, at best, equal only to Huang Ye and Xixin.

Pimo Zhiduoluo roared with laughter, swinging the captured Buddhist artifacts with his nine hundred and ninety arms, causing the sky to flash chaotically with Buddhist light. He laughed excitedly, "Thank you, thank you! This King has recently been worried about lacking weapons; you have delivered so many! Hahaha!"

After roaring up at the sky several times, Pimo Zhiduoluo put away all the artifacts. With an eager wave of his arm, he scooped up about three hundred of the younger, more beautiful nuns from the defeated assembly, snatched them up enthusiastically, and carried them back into the Three-Union City.

Seeing Pimo Zhiduoluo snatch away the most comely batch of nuns, Fan Ya cried out in frustration, "Waaah!" He glanced at the three nuns in his palm, his eyes darting around for a moment before muttering curses as he carefully pinched the three nuns in his palm. Then, he haphazardly grabbed over eight hundred burly, robust young monks.

The two great Demon Kings marched proudly back into the Three-Union City. Fan Ya immediately ordered his subordinate Asuras to prepare bonfires, arranging various fine wines and seasonings, intending to roast the over eight hundred robust young monks on the spot for a 'Flesh of Buddha Feast.'

Pimo Zhiduoluo, however, had no appetite for meat or wine. He laughed merrily and rushed back into the Three-Union City, immediately heading to his palace where he stripped the captured nuns and tossed them onto the floor. A group of Asura generals close to Pimo Zhiduoluo eagerly rushed into the palace, laughing as they joined Pimo Zhiduoluo in pouncing upon the terrified, pale-faced nuns.

Before long, the screams and moans of hundreds of nuns echoed from Pimo Zhiduoluo's palace—the sound was so harrowing it chilled the bones. But to the ears of the surrounding Asuras, Rakshas, and Yakshas, this sound brought excitement. They laughed heartily and rushed home to find their own wives, happily engaging in the great task of procreation.

Throughout the Three-Union City, countless Celestial Gods, Demons, and Immortals stomped their feet and cheered, thrilled by the outstanding performance of the two Asura Demon Kings.

Then, a bugle sounded from the golden city above. Golden light filled the sky, and countless heavenly flowers drifted down. The Heavenly Emperor Asura, almost offered up as a sacrificial offering by the Asuras, rode a white elephant, radiating majesty as he charged out of the Three-Union City, flanked by countless heavenly soldiers and generals.

The Thunder God Pestle and all his accompanying weapons had been thoroughly seized by Gu Xiechen. Now, Indra only held an ordinary divine weapon, the Lotus Pestle, from the Celestial Treasury—its quality was merely that of a common top-grade immortal artifact.

Clutching this Lotus Pestle, which seemed quite mismatched for his status, Indra held his head high like a proud little rooster, leading countless celestial soldiers and generals straight into the Great Snow Mountain. He charged towards a massive monastery ahead that had not yet been destroyed by the Three-Union City's crossbow attacks. Above the gate of this monastery was a plaque inscribed with three large characters: 'Lichen An' (Dust-Shedding Nunnery).

Having mingled within the Buddhist sect for so many years, Indra naturally knew that a 'An' (Nunnery) like Lichen was a secluded dwelling for Buddhist nuns. Therefore, he rushed forward with his troops without hesitation. The tremendous gains made by Pimo Zhiduoluo earlier had left Indra deeply envious. He was eager to snatch a few Buddhist nuns so he could vent the resentment accumulated over countless years of being controlled by Buddhism upon them.

Furthermore, even setting aside the resentment from being forcibly made a Protector by the Brahmins, given Indra's notorious lustfulness throughout the Three Realms, he would have to seize these beautiful, deeply cultivated nuns anyway. If so many nuns were to be taken, it was better they fell to Indra than anyone else.

Thus, Indra led countless celestial soldiers and generals to the sky above Lichen An, surrounding the complex so tightly that not a single spot was left open. Indra laughed and charged into the nunnery alone. Having witnessed how easily Fan Ya and Pimo Zhiduoluo had triumphed, Indra saw no reason why he couldn't achieve the same. This nunnery contained, at most, a few thousand nuns. With a casual wave of his Lotus Pestle, he could take these nuns back for his pleasure.

Once he used Brahmin demonic techniques to strip these nuns of their pure Buddhist Zen power, Indra, who also cultivated Buddhist divine abilities, would undoubtedly see his own strength greatly increase!

But the moment he entered the nunnery, Indra cried out in distress.