Chapter 858: Void Seal

“It’s your turn now!”

The voice roared like thunder, resonating instantly. Originating from the Yuan Heart Seal, it manifested as thunderous words, reverberating in the minds of the Divine Envoy Fengdian and the Joyful Bodhisattva. The latter merely flinched, while the former already felt his Yuan Spirit shaken, his heart pounding, his mind filled with blood, and his vision slightly blurred.

Could the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower actually be dead just like that?

“A celestial being caresses my crown, granting eternal life from youth?”

Utterly bizarre, profoundly shocking, and extremely impactful, the Joyful Bodhisattva of this era was a Grandmaster, renowned for many years, having captured countless powerful adversaries and encountered innumerable dangers and strange occurrences. Yet at this moment, he still couldn’t maintain composure, shocked and terrified. Just a moment ago, in the blink of an eye, a flash appeared and vanished. The Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower seemed to suddenly “convert” to the “Wild Blade,” devoting his entire being. With a light, drifting palm strike, he offered no resistance, appearing liberated rather than heading toward death, as if truly granted eternal life.

The Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower ranked ninth on the Earth List, while the Joyful Bodhisattva ranked eleventh. Their powers were close, and both wielded divine weapons. At first glance, they seemed evenly matched, with victory dependent on personal condition, timing, and environmental factors. Yet the Joyful Bodhisattva didn’t see it this way—how could the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower engage in a direct confrontation?

If unknowingly targeted and attacked at the most opportune moment and in the optimal state, even he couldn’t claim certainty in blocking the strike or surviving. Relying on the divine weapon’s spirit, there might be a slight chance. Now, the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower had seized the moment when the “Wild Blade” Su Meng was most vulnerable and unable to focus, striking the most lethal blow in the simplest yet most effective manner at a distance where evasion was impossible. Everything seemed perfectly executed, yet the result was unimaginable: the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower was dead, and the Wild Blade survived, with the former’s demise appearing horrifyingly unnatural.

If the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower could meet such a fate, could he himself withstand it?

Most importantly, he couldn’t discern what unbeatable technique or miraculous treasure the “Wild Blade” Su Meng had used to kill the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower or how he had done it. Thus, he couldn’t determine whether Su Meng could use it again or how to properly respond. The unknown was the most terrifying!

Because of this, the Joyful Bodhisattva’s mind surged, momentarily unable to maintain composure, failing to seize the opening when Meng Qi struck down the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower.

It wasn’t just her. Meng Qi himself, reflecting inwardly, believed that if he were in her place, facing such a bizarre, terrifying, and unknown mystery, he would likely react similarly—equally shocked, equally horrified, equally unable to respond correctly in time.

The only thing puzzling him was Gu Xiaosang’s inaction. If she had truly inherited the memories and experiences of the Eternal Mother, she should have recognized the Seven-Kill Stele’s function and the true cause of the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower’s death. Why hadn’t she seized the opportunity to attack? Originally, his plan had been to rely on his four-armed, two-headed form and the Wuji Seal merged into his blade, enduring an attack at the cost of injury. Yet, unexpectedly, Gu Xiaosang remained completely inactive.

At this moment, Meng Qi had no time to dwell on such thoughts. Surrounded by the Joyful Bodhisattva and the Divine Envoy’s talisman, his life hung in the balance—how could he hesitate?

His massive body seemed like a celestial deity in the heavens, his orange-yellow fire blade growing larger and heavier in his hands, its interior vaguely filled with layers of flames, like a separate world. Now, how could it weigh less than three thousand jin? It was more like thirty thousand or even three hundred thousand!

After linking with the power of heaven and earth and employing the “Fa Tian Xiang Di” technique, the Eight-Nine Mystical Art’s characteristics in terms of strength were fully revealed—far surpassing mere physical might. It could uproot mountains and overwhelm external scenes.

Behind Meng Qi, his chaotic Dharma Form emerged, concealing a Daoist figure within. The acupoints throughout his body opened, all converging toward the myriad heavens, returning to the Primordial, and concentrating at the tip of the Lingbao Blade. At this moment, only “Reversion to Emptiness” was truly suited for this “heavy” blade!

Taking advantage of the Joyful Bodhisattva and Divine Envoy Fengdian’s momentary hesitation, Meng Qi strode forward, causing the void to tremble, and swung his long blade downward, aiming directly at the transparent short blade.

The Joyful Bodhisattva’s divine weapon had two forms: one was the lotus pedestal, adept at defense; the other was the “Bodhisattva’s Joyful Weave,” which subdued hardness with softness and transformed yang with yin, making it extremely difficult to handle. However, it had its own weaknesses—it was not good at breaking through defenses and was easily disturbed by external forces. Although it could loop and twist, layers entwining, it could deviate and waver when interfered with. Thus, Meng Qi’s previous strike had barely cleaved through the Divine Envoy’s talisman, affecting the Bodhisattva’s Joyful Weave through the distortion and bending of space, creating the opportunity for him to kill the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower.

Different divine weapons and forms naturally had different characteristics!

Precisely because of this, Meng Qi aimed this strike at the transparent short blade rather than the Joyful Bodhisattva herself. If she relied on the lotus pedestal for defense, he couldn’t swiftly take her down. Once he lost the initiative and they recovered their composure, regaining their momentum with Gu Xiaosang interfering, he would be in danger again.

As for the transparent short blade, hadn’t Divine Envoy Fengdian himself said? The Dharma King of Salvation was at a crucial moment of breakthrough, barely able to divide his attention.

He certainly wasn’t lying, for if the Dharma King could truly split his focus, he would have come himself long ago, ensuring absolute success. Why go through such trouble?

At that time, Divine Envoy Fengdian might have revealed his weakness to attract Meng Qi’s attention, luring him to target this side as a weakness, creating the best conditions for the Master of the Benevolentlessness Tower’s assassination. But now, it had become a vulnerability that could be exploited!

If Meng Qi poured his all into this strike, almost staking everything, unleashing terrifying power from the divine weapon, how would the Dharma King of Salvation choose? Would he focus and fully manipulate the talisman, blocking this strike but delaying his breakthrough, or prioritize himself, abandoning this opportunity?

Let’s find out!

The long blade descended, orange-yellow radiance swirling, Meng Qi’s face slightly twisted with a hint of ferocity. This was the result of pouring his entire strength into the blade, his expression nearly uncontrollable.

This strike combined his full strength, the blessings of heaven and earth, and the divine weapon’s might into a single point, creating a thumb-sized vortex-like void, dark and deep, extremely dangerous!

Crack!

A deafening silence exploded. The boundary-stabilizing “crystal” shattered, fracturing into countless fissures. The surging flames all converged inward as space collapsed toward the blade’s tip. Even Divine Envoy Fengdian couldn’t resist being pulled in—the charred Liu Shengming disintegrated into fragments, vanishing into the black vortex, utterly erased from existence.

The translucent short blade quivered faintly, attempting to slip into the void to evade the strike. Yet even the void itself began warping toward the blade’s edge. The earlier temporal disturbances had indirectly influenced it, rendering escape impossible—it had no choice but to endure the impact.

Within the mysterious realm far away, the Dharma King of Salvation’s fingers moved more intensely. The transparent short blade transformed repeatedly, drawing a white lotus. Layer upon layer of petals bloomed, facing the orange-yellow fire blade!

Plop!

The void vortex struck the transparent short blade. Black fissures spread through the void like a spider’s web, petals scattering and shattering into nothingness.

As the lotus shattered, cracks spread from the point of collision toward the transparent short blade, as if attempting to completely consume it.

The Dharma King of Salvation’s expression changed slightly. His other hand attempted to intervene but ultimately closed his eyes, withdrawing both hands to form the lotus seal on his knees.

Meanwhile, the Joyful Bodhisattva on the other side did not seize the opportunity to attack from both sides. She decisively turned and fled, using the cracks in the sealed space to escape thousands of miles away instantly.

The unknown was the most terrifying!

She dared not risk her life testing whether the Wild Blade could unleash that unknown strike again. She had no choice but to flee, to retreat. As for the followers of the Luo Sect, what did they have to do with her?

Capable of instantly dismissing hesitation and making a decisive choice despite distractions, she was indeed rare. The Benevolentlessness Tower’s divine weapon followed her in flight.

Boom!

The black void swallowed the transparent short blade, the surrounding crystal pulled apart piece by piece. This realm returned to nothingness!

Even the residual shockwaves made Divine Envoy Fengdian struggle to resist. At this moment, Meng Qi activated the Yin-Yang Seal, life and death flowing, partially restoring his strength. His long blade surged again, crimson flames blazing like the sun, striking directly at him.

Suddenly, the void rippled like water, and a delicate, white hand emerged from it, grabbing Divine Envoy Fengdian’s back and pulling him into the ripples.

Trying to escape!

Meng Qi turned his long blade, condensing the flames, aiming to slash outward in a wide-range attack, killing Divine Envoy Fengdian before he could flee.

Another equally delicate hand extended in, fingers flicking, tapping the ancient, tattered small seal. The seal shattered, its true essence transforming into light, shooting toward Meng Qi!

If he continued his attack, the true essence would vanish!

Meng Qi hesitated, forcibly withdrawing his strength. His left hand shot out, grasping the essence, pressing it against his brow.

The void’s myriad scenes unfolded before his eyes.

…

Several beams of light entered the Pure Land, Divine Envoy Fengdian both fearful and furious, puzzled as he looked at the exquisitely refined Gu Xiaosang and sternly asked, “Holy Maiden, why didn’t you attack?”

A faint smile had previously graced Gu Xiaosang’s lips, now replaced by coldness as she replied indifferently, “A king does not see a king; a lord does not see a lord.”

Turning her back, she paid no heed to Divine Envoy Fengdian and the Lamp-Bearing Divine Envoy, lightly stepping forward, slowly approaching the core of the Pure Land. With each step, her expression grew colder, her playful spirit fading slightly.

Around her, countless radiant points swirled—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—accompanied by waves of prayer, sacred vibrations like a dream. With each breath, these transformed from wish-force into mysterious rules, enhancing her moment by moment, endlessly.

At the core of the Pure Land stood a lotus pedestal. Gu Xiaosang ascended it, turning her body. Her eyes gleamed with metallic silver brilliance, her aura deep and chaotic, enveloping the entire Pure Land.

She sat cross-legged, devoid of any emotion or trace of humanity.