Becoming a White-Haired Witch in a World Full of Anomalies

Chapter 117 : Ideal Nation

Everyone's purpose on this journey was to tear away the black fog's disguise. What exactly was above this black fog?Arriving above the black fog, everyone saw the long-missed moonlight. It was still nighttime now - if it were daytime, they should be able to see the sun, right?

Bai Ling tentatively stepped on the black fog and found she could stand on it, exclaiming: "The black fog isn't just mist, but has substance?"

Hearing her statement, others also jumped down from Maze City's platform onto the black fog. Those Light Chasers also all walked down, using their bodies to illuminate this endless night.

"Bai Ling, follow me, don't wander off." Bai Menglan took Bai Ling's hand. She hadn't seen her child for a long time. Tears wet her eyes as she hugged Bai Ling for a long while, unwilling to let go.

"Alright, Mom, I'm not a child anymore."

"What we're about to face might be true gods. In any case, you must stay behind us Anomaly Kings, understand?"

"I know, I know."

The formation spread out in a circle, constantly expanding outward. Everyone was searching for the source of the black fog.

The Anomaly King Mercy and Buddhist disciples responsible for the west encountered someone called the Archbishop of Wrath.

"Who dares block our path here?" The leading monk raised his palm to his mouth: "Amitabha."

"Bald donkey, you're an eyesore to this great king. Get lost or die." A man who looked very angry sat on the black fog, watching the monks slowly approaching him.

"Spouting wild words deserves punishment!"

The monk waved his hand, and a precept flew out and stuck to the man's mouth.

"Mmm mmm, mmm mmm!"

The man's face visibly flushed red, and that precept suddenly shattered.

"How is this possible? Breaking my precept so easily?" The monk looked at the Archbishop of Wrath in shock.

"Damn it, witness this great king's rage!" The Archbishop of Wrath's eyes seemed to burn with flames as he began gathering energy.

Seeing this, the surrounding monks all summoned defensive golden bell shields, trying to resist this powerful strike.

"I am the incarnation of anger - Rage Burns Heaven!" With the man's true words, what came was not a physical attack. The Light Chasers used for illumination only felt an unbearable itch all over their bodies and an inexplicable desire to hit people.

"Why should we provide lighting? Are they trying to use us as cannon fodder?"

"Exactly! Damn it, let us go back!" They protested angrily, as if recovering their original sanity.

Monks with shallow cultivation also began feeling irritated, occasionally frowning.

"Demon, stop your petty tricks!" An Arhat removed his upper clothing, exposing his strong body. He quickly formed hand seals and shouted: "Arhat Palm!"

His palm glowed with golden light, and a phantom rushed out from his palm, rapidly approaching the Archbishop of Wrath, growing larger and larger until it was like a mountain!

The Archbishop of Wrath didn't dodge but charged forward. He appeared full of rage on the surface, but was actually calm inside: 【Not enough yet!】

Everyone also discovered that the more injuries he received, the stronger that angry emotion became. Now even monks with deep qualifications began feeling restless.

"I've been annoyed with you for a long time - you're the one who stole my underwear!" A young monk punched his fellow disciple.

"So what if I wore yours? What about it?"

The two started fighting. Their master instantly appeared between them, blocking their fists with both hands: "Stop this nonsense."

The abbot grew angrier thinking about it - so many people watching you fight here, wouldn't they say I'm a poor teacher?

Suddenly anger rose in him, and he continuously slapped his disciples' heads. The disciples held their heads enduring it, even when beaten bloody.

【Damn old thing, someday...】

"Wu Yuan, you are attached!"

The staff in the abbot's hand emitted gentle light. Under this warm Buddha light, everyone gradually calmed down.

"Sorry, Master, your disciple knows his error." The two disciples bowed deeply in apology.

"Master also..."

The Archbishop of Wrath in the distance laughed seeing this scene: "Hahahaha, so this is all Buddhism amounts to. With your moral character, how can you save all beings?"

"Enough!" The abbot planted his staff in place, looking at the man: "It seems this old monk cannot avoid breaking the killing precept today."

"Look, getting angry now."

"Let you witness the power of Tathagata Divine Palm!"

"Buddha Light First Appears."

With the abbot's words, his palm began radiating golden light: "Golden Peak Buddha Lamp... Buddha Light Universal... Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage!" Nine forms gathered into one palm as he shouted: "Nine Returns to One - Tathagata Divine Palm!"

A magnificent aura burst forth. Terrifying pressure descended. Monks with shallow cultivation directly knelt and couldn't stand. Those Light Chasers were also scattered. This palm strike made heaven and earth change color.

"Come!" The man representing anger stripped off his clothes - he had waited for this moment for a long time.

Without any suspense, he was instantly killed. This was the strength of Buddhism's first person - he didn't even need to use that staff.

"Worthy of being the abbot, truly eye-opening for us disciples."

"Amitabha, too kind, too kind."

But suddenly they noticed something wrong. An inexplicable rage burned in everyone's hearts. Except for the abbot, everyone started fighting at the slightest disagreement. They weren't limited to physical combat - they even used supernatural powers.

"Vajra Indestructible!"

"Sleep Arhat Fist!"

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra!"

The scene became extremely chaotic. Even the abbot frowned irritably: "Enough, everyone calm down!"

"Great Vajra Hand!"

"Twelve Dragon Catching Hands!"

Seeing them fight more intensely, completely ignoring him, the abbot couldn't help wanting to act: "I said stop - are you all deaf?"

Just as he couldn't help wanting to stop this through violence, the Anomaly King named Mercy acted. It emitted ripples, and a sacred voice appeared in everyone's mind: "Harming others is forbidden here - Ideal Nation."

Suddenly people found that although they could attack, they couldn't cause actual harm no matter what. Though the scene remained chaotic, lasting several hours until they were all exhausted sitting on the ground, no one was hurt in the slightest.

"Phew, got all the anger out!"

"Sorry, I was attached just now!" The disciples all returned to normal, apologizing to each other.

"Thank you, Lord Mercy, for your assistance."

That magnificent voice appeared in their minds again: 【Continue forward!】

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Above the Black Fog

East Side

"Those bald donkeys seem to have encountered Terminus Cult people. Should we turn back?" Lin Yang asked his master.

"No need. We two will just walk this path to the end."

"Ah? What if we never encounter Terminus Cult?"

"You fool, if we don't encounter them, we don't. Must we fight?"

"Master, I almost forgot you're this kind of person."

"No problem, remembering now isn't too late."

"Hehe."