History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 105 : Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain, Buddha’s Lamp

Chapter 105: Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain, Buddha’s Lamp
“Arrogant beyond belief!”
The Corpse-Dissolution Commander E and the other generals were furious. The Corpse-Dissolution Court had always been the nightmare of others, hunting their enemies across heaven and earth.
But this guy dared to issue a challenge himself, even inviting them to face him!
A blatant provocation!
“General, allow me to lead troops to slay this arrogant human, twist off his head, and make it into a wine cup!”
Commander E stepped out first. The other chief commanders followed suit, their expressions violent.
Wu Sangui spoke lightly, “Do you have the confidence to slay those chief commanders?”
“I…”
Commander E froze upon hearing this. His earlier impulse had gotten the better of him. He was merely at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage—even the Pigeon Commander could crush him effortlessly.
Let alone Sima A'man, who had wiped out several of them in one swoop.
The other chief commanders also hesitated, their eyes shadowed with gloom.
“Sima A'man... this naming style is rather similar to the Sima Luoshui encountered by Commander Lu, yet their strength differs vastly. Could they be from the same faction?”
Wu Sangui chuckled, his fingers lightly tapping the White Bone Throne.
“Roar!”
The massive Corpse Mountain Elephant beneath him bellowed skyward, stepping forward with six legs like pillars of heaven. The tremors toppled soldiers and Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk alike, their faces filled with terror.
Commander E and a Corpse Buddha Lama were flung to the ground.
Wu Sangui said indifferently, “Commander E, you and the Corpse Buddha Lama shall guard the Corpse Realm Worm. Continue producing mass graves and planting Longevity Flowers.”
“I’ll go test his quality myself. Hopefully, he won’t disappoint me.”
Commander E let out a breath of relief. As expected, nothing beats flattery. He didn’t even have to step onto the battlefield—this was a privilege even the direct descendants of the enemy didn’t enjoy.
So, under the envious gazes of the other commanders and officers, he cupped his hands and replied:
“As you command!”
The colossal Corpse Mountain Elephant marched onward—not over the mountains but crushing forests and hills in its path, raising a storm of dust as it advanced mightily.
The Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk Sick Domain wasn’t large; it took only an hour to reach the Old Capital.
The Corpse Buddha Lama, dressed in crimson lama robes, his frame thin as a skeleton and hands full of Buddhist instruments, spoke only after inspecting the mass graves one by one:
“Commander E, let the corpse pits ferment for another day, and they’ll yield corpse mud. Then, we can sow Longevity Flower seeds. The remaining Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk should be tortured to the brink of death before being thrown in. The purer the resentment, the higher the quality of the Immortal Paste produced.”
“I’ll leave everything to your arrangements, Master.”
Commander E replied respectfully.
Lamas of the Corpse Buddha Hall held a far higher status than military officers and were Law Seed Stage powerhouses. Offending them meant a fate worse than death.
He added, “When the General returns victorious and captures that arrogant man, we’ll toss him in too. Perhaps we could grow a mass grave-level Longevity Flower, helping you break through and deepen your Buddhist practice to benefit the Buddhas.”
Immortal Paste below the ten-person pit level was considered unrefined—useful only for pleasure and mass-producing walking corpses.
Hundred-person pit level paste could enhance strength and temporarily suppress corpse-dissolution mutations.
Thousand-person level was even stronger.
Ten-thousand-person level was rare and could assist breakthroughs under the Ancient Talisman.
Above hundred-thousand? Extremely scarce—great medicine for transcending Ancient Talismans.
But mass graves had to be filled with sentient beings to possess souls and resentment.
A single powerful transcendent could equal hundreds, even thousands.
Still, million-level corpse pits—Commander E had only heard of such things, never seen them.
As for multi-million or even ten-million-level pits…
A world with that many sentient beings had to be a fully developed realm, a catastrophic or higher-level Sick Domain.
It was like using a small world just to grow flowers.
There was one such candidate: the Silver Dynasty.
The sentient beings within numbered at least seven to eight million.
But their overall strength surpassed even the Corpse-Dissolution Court!
Destroying the Silver Dynasty like the fall of the Ming in history?
One could only dream—barring a major catastrophe, it was nearly impossible.
In fact, they had to guard against invasion, becoming stepping stones, allowing the Corpse-Dissolution Court to enter the real world.
The Corpse Buddha Lama smiled at the flattery, his terrifying visage contorting.
“This one dared mock the Corpse-Dissolution Court and even disturbed Commander E. When we catch him, I’ll craft him into a Buddhist artifact for you—to torture day and night.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Commander E was elated—such an unexpected boon.
The Corpse Buddha Hall was like other factions’ pill-refining, artifact-forging, and formation-inscribing departments all in one. Their products were bloody, but immensely powerful.
Even nobles of the Silver Dynasty considered them treasures.
“Then tell me… what kind of Buddhist artifact would I be suitable as? How about the Golden Body of a Buddha?”
A voice suddenly interjected.
Commander E’s avian head furrowed. All the strong were taken away by Wu Sangui—who was this fool interrupting?
But when he turned, he saw the horizon blackened by a storm of crows. They blotted out the sky, bringing chaos and calamity.
Beneath them, smoke and dust rolled. Three Corpse Mountain Elephants stepped forward, shaking the earth.
Atop the central elephant’s head sat Jiang Yan in a meditative posture, eyes calm, overlooking all beings—neither joyful nor sorrowful.
He resembled the Manjushri Bodhisattva of Great Wisdom, arriving atop an elephant from the ancient Buddhist sutras.
“You’re…”
At that moment, Commander E was shocked. He instantly realized this was the mysterious History Walker.
But before he could react, his heart was crushed by the arm of the Heart Monkey.
Heart Monkey Technique — Witnessing Truth!
“You... weren’t you in the Yellow Talisman Old Capital...?”
“Idiot. You believe everything I say? If I told you to eat shit, would you? Oh wait—you’ve eaten Immortal Paste. That’s far worse.”
Jiang Yan shook his head. The Heart Monkey Technique instantly shattered all his organs, severing life.
Because he had already birthed a child of the same race as Commander E—one with the racial talent to swallow creatures many times larger and drastically enhance digestion.
Jiang Yan tossed it to the Coffin Spirit, boosting the burial speed of Strike Rich Upon Seeing a Coffin.
But this time, he refined it into Corpse-Dissolution Immortal Sand.
A grain of blue-gray color, shrouded in misty light, like a tiny star—eerily beautiful.
The moment it was born, the Ash Lamp conveyed a yearning emotion.
It wanted it!
Refining its surface with this could smooth its body and elevate its essence!
Jiang Yan pondered. At that moment, a chanting voice echoed in his ear:
“Om Ah Hum, Mahakala Ya, Hum Peh!”
The Corpse Buddha Lama raised a white bone bowl inlaid with concentrated skulls and etched with Tantric Sanskrit. He intoned:
“Mahakala, aid me!”
Behind him appeared the image of a four-armed Mahakala—skull crown, tiger-skin loincloth, holding skull bowl, crescent blade, trident, and sword, legs bent inward in blissful posture.
The skull bowl shone brilliantly, expanding into a ten-meter-diameter White Bone Bowl, surging with suppressive force as it swept toward Jiang Yan.
Law Seed — Mahakala’s Demon-Slaying White Bone Bowl!
It could suppress and slay all demons and monsters of the world!
Jiang Yan responded by hurling the Sanskrit Sword. Almost tangible winds gathered into a howling tornado.
“That’s… a Tantric Buddhist artifact!? It resembles the Vajra Sanskrit Antler Sword Banner refined by my senior brother. You think reforging it makes it yours? Let me tell you—once in Tantra, always bound by Dharma!”
The Corpse Buddha Lama sneered. Of all weapons, this man chose a Tantric one—one from their lineage!
Perfect chance to make him feel betrayal!
He activated the failsafe hidden in the artifact and shouted:
“Return to your Dharma, Vajra Antler Sword!”
But the Sanskrit Sword ignored the command and pierced straight through the Mahakala’s Demon-Slaying White Bone Bowl.
Then, wrapped in boundless fury, it lunged at the Corpse Buddha Lama, winds howling with emotional intensity.
Utter humiliation!
It was a pureblood Demonic God Embryo, a primordial being from the Sea of Chaos—not some poor relative anyone could claim kinship with!
After finally earning its master’s favor, bathed constantly in Buddha oil to improve quality…
This monk had to die—shattered limb from limb—to prove loyalty to its master!
Kill kill kill!
“How… how is this possible!? Why won’t it obey!? And why is it so strong!?”
The Corpse Buddha Lama was in disbelief. He had seen its refining process—it was forcibly elevated to high-level Transcendent at best.
But the sharpness now shown was peak-grade.
What had happened in its stolen days!?
Yet the Sanskrit Sword’s fierce assault overwhelmed him—he couldn’t counter at all.
“Damn! We’re under attack!”
Meanwhile, the stationed Corpse-Dissolution Army detected the intrusion. But before they could assist, the sky darkened, and a massive elephant foot crushed them into paste.
The remaining five Corpse Mountain Elephants were consumed by their Inner Demons, instantly turning traitor. They trampled wildly, venting endless resentment, reducing the land to scattered corpses.
As for the Corpse Buddha Lama, merely at the initial Law Seed Stage, he was swiftly slain by the combined assault of the Sanskrit Sword, Coffin Spirit, and Little Heavenly Ghost.
In his final moments, his gaze venomous, he cursed Jiang Yan:
“I curse you with my soul—to be shackled through endless lifetimes, forever fall into hell, never transcend, to suffer the Five Burning Aggregates…”
His soul turned into a curse and surged toward Jiang Yan. Not even a peak Law Seed could stop it—it entered Jiang Yan’s body.
But before it could activate, it saw the Ash Lamp burning.
The flame hung like the Great Sun, illuminating time and space, echoing with sacred Sanskrit tones. Just gazing at it rendered his Buddhist powers inert.
No—not inert.
But returned… to the source.
At that moment, he felt like he was staring at the Supreme World-Honored One of the Buddha Realm. His body began to dissolve rapidly as boundless fear consumed his mind.
He screamed in terror:
“Buddha!”