Chapter 406: Chapter 227: A Thousand Swords Unite as One "Kong Hui, even if you burn your body and soul, you still won’t be able to kill me. Why bother? Isn’t my Holy Demon Clan a thousand times better than your Human Clan?" The Nine-winged Saint Demon beneath the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell was both ashamed and angry, his tone full of incomprehension. Kong Hui’s body was completely burned away, and his Soul Body gradually emerged. Amid the searing flames, his expression was calm, without a trace of pain or regret. Instead, seated in a meditative posture like an ancient Buddha, he softly said, "No matter how unparalleled your Holy Demon Clan may be, you are not of my kind. This humble monk is aware of the disparity between us, but this act is merely to serve as the spark that ignites the wildfire. Just watch, your Holy Demon Clan will never occupy the lands of my Human Clan!" Kong Hui’s gaze seemed to pierce through the Void, locking eyes with Gu Sheng. A relieved smile appeared on his face: "Never!" Gu Sheng was startled and doubtful, just as he wanted to inspect more closely, the space before him suddenly shattered with a bang. His consciousness flickered, and when it recovered moments later, he had returned to the Scarlet Cloud Secret Domain. "Hmm? Where is the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell?" In front of Gu Sheng, there was nothing but emptiness—the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell had vanished without a trace. Gu Sheng’s heart was filled with alarm. As he unleashed his senses fully, he drew the Water Cold Sword and vigilantly scanned his surroundings. "Eh? It seems there’s no one here." After carefully surveying the vicinity, Gu Sheng found no traces of people or the aura of demonic blood beasts nearby. The Vajra Demon Suppression Bell appeared to have disappeared into thin air. Gu Sheng furrowed his brows and began to reflect deeply on the strange space he had just seen. "Buzz!" Suddenly, Gu Sheng’s forehead showed the imprint of a small bell. In the next moment, the phantom of the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell enveloped him, spilling vast quantities of golden light. Gu Sheng’s body shimmered in gold. Gu Sheng felt as though he had lost control of his body. Under this golden light, his body floated into the air involuntarily. Inside the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell, a bead the size of a dragon’s eye suddenly descended. The bead was pure and lustrous like jade, emitting a radiant Buddhist light. Amid the misty glow, one could faintly discern Kong Hui’s figure. "Shariputra!" Gu Sheng’s heart was overwhelmed with shock. He hadn’t expected Kong Hui’s Shariputra to still be hidden within the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell. Though Gu Sheng wasn’t sure of Kong Hui’s exact cultivation level, the techniques he had witnessed from both Kong Hui and the Nine-winged Saint Demon were extraordinarily powerful, akin to divine arts in his eyes. A Shariputra left behind by a monk of such attainment naturally contained immense energy and profound insights into cultivation. If it could be refined, Gu Sheng could soar to new heights, but he felt no joy—on the contrary, he was filled with anxiety. Why? Gu Sheng was currently far too weak. Though Kong Hui’s body and soul had been incinerated, the energy contained in the Shariputra alone was beyond what his body could bear. The Shariputra hadn’t even entered his body yet, but Gu Sheng felt as though he was being pressed under a hydraulic machine—the pressure was immense, almost enough to crush him. If the Shariputra truly entered his body, he would be instantly torn apart! Gu Sheng tried his utmost to resist, but his strength was pitifully insignificant. Bound by the golden light, he couldn’t move a single inch. "It’s over! Damn it, ever since I came to this world, I’ve been walking on thin ice. Just when I’ve managed to scrape by and make something of myself, I end up dying in such a ridiculous way. Damn it, it’s so frustrating!" Though Gu Sheng was unwilling, under the suppression of absolute power, he had no choice but to helplessly watch as the Shariputra entered his mouth. The moment Kong Hui’s Shariputra landed in Gu Sheng’s mouth, it transformed into a stream of light that coursed through his body, finally settling in his Dantian. As the Shariputra’s energy in the Dantian began to release, a miniature version of the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell appeared and sealed it within. The energy that would have otherwise torn Gu Sheng apart was confined inside. Before Gu Sheng could rejoice in narrowly surviving, intense pain suddenly erupted in his mind. It felt like countless needles were frantically stirring in his head, causing him to scream in agony before passing out. After Gu Sheng lost consciousness, his body slowly fell to the ground, and the phantom of the Vajra Demon Suppression Bell descended and surrounded him. Several hours later, Gu Sheng finally woke up groggily. "Hiss! That hurts!" Gu Sheng clutched his head in anguish, wailing incessantly. He quickly took out a few pain-relieving pills and swallowed them, finally gaining some relief. "Hmm? Heart Sutra? Golden Light Palm?" At that moment, Gu Sheng’s mind unexpectedly contained two cultivation methods. Whether it was the Heart Sutra or the Golden Light Palm, both appeared incredibly profound. Just glancing over them briefly left Gu Sheng dizzy, a wave of vertigo crashing over him. Startled, Gu Sheng quickly stopped himself from recalling the two cultivation methods. "Could these be left behind by Master Kong Hui?" Upon forming a hypothesis in his mind, Gu Sheng was instantly overjoyed. Though the Nine-winged Saint Demon had scoffed at Kong Hui’s cultivation methods as crude, to Gu Sheng, they were exquisitely refined beyond imagination! Gu Sheng speculated that these two cultivation methods were likely at the Heavenly Level, perhaps even surpassing it! Otherwise, they wouldn’t be so complex that he couldn’t even comprehend them in their entirety. After resting until the dizziness in his mind dissipated, Gu Sheng immediately closed his eyes again to recall the details of the Heart Sutra and Golden Light Palm. Confirming that the two cultivation methods remained intact, Gu Sheng finally felt at ease. The methods were incredibly profound and abstruse, far beyond his current ability to cultivate them. But he wasn’t in a hurry—so long as they wouldn’t disappear, he could take his time. Once his cultivation improved in the future, he could train in them at his leisure.