Legend Management Bureau Chapter 344

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The sky was just beginning to brighten, yet it brought no warmth.

Perhaps it was because Du Yu was in the underworld, or perhaps because the most extreme nether energy in this world was closing in on him.

Regardless, he felt freezing. The biting wind pierced straight to his bones.

Du Yu opened his mobile phone and checked the mortal realm’s weather forecast.

The forecast stated that a massive cold front was sweeping from the Indian Peninsula toward their country, advising citizens to dress warmly. Torrential rain warnings would be issued, and people were urged to stock up on cold medicine in advance.

Immediately after, a “Nether Energy Forecast” from the underworld popped up. It carried the same message, just phrased a little differently.

The Nether Energy forecast stated that a massive wave of Nether Energy was sweeping from the Western Paradise toward China, advising every Immortal Being to focus on self-preservation. Magical battles were anticipated, and the immortals were urged to prepare their protective artifacts in advance.

“It is about time,” Du Yu said, rolling out of bed. He patted the dust off his clothes. The Legend Management Bureau had only gone uncleaned for two or three days, yet dust had already gathered.

It seemed this area was now completely devoid of life.

“Whoa, would you look at that.”

Du Yu forcefully steadied himself and walked to the center of the Legend Management Bureau’s courtyard. Looking up, he saw a massive, oppressive expanse of dark clouds in the distance. These clouds were far pitch-blacker than normal ones, looking as if a basin of ink had been splashed across the sky.

Looking closer, it resembled a giant black cloth draping over the heavens, plunging everything beneath it into absolute darkness.

It was not long before a light, pattering rain began to fall. The raindrops struck his body with an icy chill that seeped deep into his marrow.

Driven by the wildly swirling winds, the raindrops felt like tiny knives, slashing relentlessly at every inch of Du Yu.

Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, Du Yu gazed up at the sky.

That massive cluster of dark clouds drew closer and closer until it loomed directly over the Legend Management Bureau. Then, the clouds tore open, and a colossal Buddha slowly descended.

Du Yu’s heart skipped a beat. Even from a distance, the great Buddha was unfathomably enormous, likely standing three to four hundred meters tall.

Such an overwhelming disparity in size made Du Yu instinctively take a half-step back.

It was as if he were looking at a true Buddha.

“Is this… Mahakala?!”

The moment the giant Buddha manifested, the Great Compassion Mantra echoed throughout the heavens!

Countless monks, entirely shrouded in black mist, slowly emerged from the dark clouds. They pressed their palms together, silently chanting the mantra of great compassion.

Waves of Buddhist sutras cascaded down from the sky, reverberating across the firmament. By the looks of it, their numbers reached a staggering hundred thousand.

The deafening sound nearly ruptured Du Yu’s eardrums. Just then, a faint scent of sandalwood drifted through the air.

More than a dozen figures revealed themselves from the dark clouds. Judging by their demeanor and appearance, Du Yu knew these were the Eighteen Dark Arhat Venerates.

However, no matter how many times he counted, there were only fifteen. For some reason, three were missing.

Standing behind the fifteen Arhat venerates were the remnants of the Five Hundred Arhats. Having lost most of their combat strength during their battle with Du Yu and the Saint, only about a hundred or so remained.

A thick scent of sandalwood permeated the surroundings, intertwined with surging waves of Nether Energy.

Du Yu had never imagined that a hundred thousand people would chant sutras for him simultaneously. If they were not dark monks, this might have been considered a great blessing.

Following that, ten more figures emerged from the dark clouds.

These ten individuals possessed extraordinary auras, each one at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Unlike the other monks, these ten cultivated with their hair uncut, looking nothing like traditional monks. Yet, judging by the terrifying black mist radiating from them, they were clearly of the same breed as the dark monks.

And the man leading them was an old acquaintance of Du Yu’s—He Suoyi.

The massive host of monks hovered in the sky, completely motionless. Only He Suoyi slowly descended, landing right in front of Du Yu.

Du Yu looked him over. His appearance had not changed much, except that he was missing his right leg. The empty space where his limb used to be was now enveloped by a swirling mass of black mist.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Old He,” Du Yu said with a smile, sitting down cross-legged. “It has been quite a while.”

He Suoyi walked forward a few steps, returned the smile, and sat down as well.

“Do not call me Old He anymore. I am the chief disciple under Mahakala—Subhuti.”

Du Yu sneered and nodded.

Seeing that Du Yu did not respond, He Suoyi looked around and sighed wistfully. “The Legend Management Bureau really has changed a lot. It is so magnificent now, far better than when I was here.”

Du Yu raised an eyebrow. “Old He, is your dementia acting up again? You were the one who destroyed this place.”

“Oh… right!” He Suoyi slapped his forehead in mock realization. “Look at my terrible memory. If you had not mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. I did not just tear this place down; I slaughtered all the employees too.”

“Exactly, exactly!” Du Yu let out a few dry laughs. “It is truly all thanks to you. If you had not taken action, we never would have built a new Legend Management Bureau.”

He Suoyi and Du Yu sat face-to-face, casually chatting. If not for the Great Compassion Mantra echoing across the sky, anyone would have mistaken them for two long-lost friends.

“By the way, how is that girl, Dong Qianqiu doing?” He Suoyi asked.

At the mention of Dong Qianqiu, Du Yu’s smile instantly froze on his face, though it quickly returned to normal.

“That is also thanks to you,” Du Yu replied. “You held back from dealing a lethal blow, merely shattering every bone and meridian in her body, so she managed to survive.”

“Ah, exactly. I knew that girl was always blessed with good fortune. How could she die so easily?” He Suoyi nodded, looking visibly relieved.

Although Du Yu was smiling, his fists were tightly gripping the edge of his clothes.

“Du Yu,” He Suoyi called out.

“What is it?”

“Seeing a hundred thousand of us descend upon this place, do you finally believe in ’cause and effect’?”

“I have never denied ’cause and effect’,” Du Yu replied. “It is just that many times, before I have even experienced the ‘effect’, someone tells me that I am the ’cause’ of it all. That is incredibly unreasonable.”

He Suoyi stroked his beard and spoke coolly, “Back then, you ordered Houtu, Yang Jian, and Nezha to besiege me, severing one of my legs. That planted the ’cause’. Now, I have led the Extremely Dark World here to take your life. That is your ‘effect’.”

Du Yu nodded. “Old He, you make a fair point. But I have a counter-argument. Care to hear it?”

“Speak.”

“You were the one who struck first, murdering all the employees of the Legend Management Bureau and severely injuring Sister Qianqiu. That was the ’cause’ you planted. And my sitting here, quietly waiting for your arrival, wanting to take your life… that is your ‘effect’.”

“Ha! Hahahahaha!” He Suoyi suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Fascinating! A powerless mortal actually delusional enough to think he can take my life?!”

Du Yu laughed right along with He Suoyi, his eyes brimming with pure murderous intent.