Outside the capital of King Bai.
Chants of Buddhist sutras resound, heavenly flowers fall in disarray, golden lotuses spring from the earth, and within the Grand Formation of Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Source, numerous Arhats and Bodhisattvas chant the name of Buddha, gradually closing in.
Zhang Tianxiang’s face is cold as ice while commanding troops. However, whether his subordinates or other wandering cultivators, once entering the formation, none return. They either turn to ashes or are forcibly converted, meeting a fate of extreme tragedy.
Above the two armies, six Dao Lords and ancient deities watch indifferently, showing no signs of emotion.
This is, in fact, the decree of Heaven’s Mandate!
Before the appointed time, even Dao Lords cannot interfere.
“Changyue! You and Wuhe Immortal go forth and break the formation!”
On a clouded couch, Wu Ming finishes his contemplation and suddenly speaks.
“Obeying the decree!”
Changyue shudders, feeling fear inside, but thinking he has a supreme treasure to protect him and that the Master is watching behind, his courage returns, and he steps forward directly.
Only Wuhe Immortal secretly groans inwardly. Knowing the severity of the Dao Lords, he cannot refuse and reluctantly follows behind.
One after another, the two enter the Grand Formation of Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Source.
“Hmph!”
As soon as Wuhe enters, he sees a blinding golden light and flickering images of the Eightfold Dragon and Deva Realms. The eight divisions—Devas, Nagas, Yakshas, Gandharvas, Asuras, Garudas, Kinnaras, and Mahoragas—roar and charge forward. Even using the Yuanmagi Seven-Killing Gourd, he cannot kill them all and is immediately alarmed:
“This formation is powerful. I should hold out for a while and escape with Changyue. Let him take the blame. The Dao Lords surely won’t deliberately target a bird…”
But when he glances at Changyue, his heart sinks halfway.
It turns out that the boy Changyue, relying on the protection of the Mountain and River Inkstone, has charged straight through the defenses of the Eightfold Dragon and Deva Realms and entered the Buddha’s Palm Universe!
“Haha! World-Honored One, you’re not as formidable as people say?”
Changyue stands in the void, the Mountain and River Inkstone rippling out black waves, stirring mountains and rivers across the world, like three thousand floods swirling around him. Impervious to all attacks from numerous Arhats and Bodhisattvas, he grows even more arrogant and conceited: “Today, watch me, young master, destroy your formation and defile your golden body!”
“Amitabha!”
Even though he has attained the status of Buddha, the World-Honored One also has wrathful eyes. A circle of karmic fire appears, transforming into a wrathful Vidyaraja, roaring as it flies forward and knocking the Mountain and River Inkstone askew.
“Eh?”
Changyue is startled, then sees a bird resembling a blue jay flying toward him. Surprisingly, it is completely unafraid of the drowning waters that instantly pull one under. In a blink, it arrives before him. Up close, one can see a vivid golden lotus mark on its forehead.
“Karmic Reversal, Immortal Bird’s Demise!”
The bird speaks, and the voice of Jin Lianseng echoes.
An ancient scripture says: “…At that time, as one approaches the path of Buddha, there are countless signs of blue jays, as elaborated in the Sutra of Conduct. This bird, properly named Caosha, resembles a blue jay and is known among the people as the Immortal Bird!”
This Immortal Bird is not only a Dharma protector of the Buddhist sect but also the embodiment of Jin Lianseng’s true spirit, bearing deep karmic ties with Changyue.
At this moment, it naturally seeks retribution for past grievances.
“Roar!”
At this time, the wrathful Vidyaraja outside crashes forward. The immense force causes Changyue to lose his grip, and the Mountain and River Inkstone falls into the Buddha’s universe, vanishing in a flash of golden light.
“This monk is truly formidable… he was toying with me all along…”
Realizing fear at last, Changyue cries out: “Master, save me!”
Unfortunately, on the clouded couch above, Wu Ming remains unmoved.
Taking advantage of the moment, the Immortal Bird breaks through the defenses and reaches Changyue, pecking lightly.
A blood hole appears on Changyue’s forehead, his aura vanishes, and he falls straight down. Burned by the wrathful flame, he turns to ashes instantly, his form and spirit utterly destroyed.
“Changyue, you’ve killed the bird!”
Wuhe Immortal, entangled by the Eightfold Dragon and Deva Realms, is also unable to break free. With a loud cry, he is torn apart by the Nagas and likewise perishes.
“Good!”
Wu Ming murmurs inwardly, then rises from the clouded couch: “Shimani… dare you kill my disciple?”
What terror lies in the wrath of a Dao Lord?
The World-Honored One feels the heavens and earth collapsing inward. One Arhat and Bodhisattva after another enters Nirvana. The Eightfold Dragon and Deva Realms shatter directly, and even the Buddha’s Palm Universe begins to wither!
Merely from the overflow of this power, the Grand Formation of Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Source is extinguished like a firefly!
The World-Honored One’s face changes dramatically as he flies toward Fan Shen: “Fan Shen, save me!”
Fan Shen shows a sorrowful expression but hesitates to act, watching Wu Ming summon five-colored heavenly thunder, converging into one, and striking down upon the World-Honored One’s head.
Boom!
Five thunders strike the head!
The monk’s expression freezes, then suddenly he joins his palms, remaining silent and unmoving.
A gentle breeze blows. The World-Honored One’s robe begins to turn to dust, scattering piece by piece. The entire golden body disintegrates into the wind!
Within and beyond the capital of King Bai, hundreds of thousands of soldiers fall into deathly silence.
Earlier, the World-Honored One displayed the Grand Formation of Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Source, how invincible he seemed? Killing immortals and gods was as easy as examining the lines on one’s palm.
But in the blink of an eye, with the Dao Lord intervening, the World-Honored One is reduced to ashes?
This enormous contrast shocks not only mortals but cultivators even more, making them realize that the might of a Dao Lord is indeed insurmountable for peers.
Only Qingfeng, tears unconsciously streaming down his face, whispers:
“Changyue…”
“Ah… Dao Lords must also abide by the Dao. Without cause, they cannot descend. The Master sent Changyue to die, thereby gaining justification to intervene…”
“And what of Fan Shen? He had a calamity, but shifted it onto the World-Honored One, making him the scapegoat… Now the Master acquires karma first, while he himself gains the advantage…”
“Is this the way of Dao Lords and ancient deities? Using heaven and earth as a chessboard and all beings as pieces?”
“The sages do not die, and great thieves persist. Truly wise words!”
…
Although the reasoning is clear, at this moment, Qingfeng cannot utter a single word, nor dare he speak one.
“Good!”
On the Eastern Expedition side, seeing the World-Honored One perish, the God of Light shows delight: “In the struggle of sages, the first to enter the fray loses! Now Ziluo personally descends, acquiring karma, thus losing the first move!”
The sword on the back of the Dao Lord of Slaughter roars, and he himself seems eager to fight: “Fan Shen is formidable… Ha! Even Ziluo has fallen into the scheme!”
A seventh-level Golden Immortal, possessing the world’s position, must bear the world’s responsibility. Every word and deed carries restraint.
Unless in the chaotic void beyond the world, personally descending and unleashing a full-force strike, even with justification, one can only do so once within a great calamity.
A Dao Lord’s full-force strike taps into the world’s essence. The world itself might even shatter. Without restrictions, if they fought like this several times, wouldn’t the world immediately plunge into apocalypse and annihilation? Thus, restrictions are necessary.
This is the authority to change the course of events, of utmost importance. At this moment, with Zhang Tianxiang’s side losing the initiative, only Linglong and Miaoyi remain with two chances each, facing off against the untouched three chances of Dao Lords of Slaughter, Fan Shen, and the God of Light, naturally falling into a severe disadvantage.
“How could Ziluo miscalculate so gravely?”
Dao Lords Miaoyi and Linglong exchange astonished glances. From their impressions, Ziluo was always a cunning strategist and shouldn’t act so recklessly.
But even more horrified than them are the Reincarnators.
“No… this can’t be right!”
Ji Fu opens his mouth wide: “I clearly remember, Ziluo Dao Lord’s strike landed on Fan Shen, so why did it hit the World-Honored One instead?”
“Obviously… the plot has changed!”
Xin Jue’s face turns pale. At this level of battle, losing the advantage of knowing the plot brings a disaster nearly apocalyptic for these Reincarnators.
…
“Following the plot all the time would be too boring. How could it compare to the joy of overturning the table?”
Wu Ming stands in the formation, surrounded by purple energy, a faint smile on his face: “Zhang Tianxiang, get ready!”
“Huh? What?”
Zhang Tianxiang is startled, then astonished to see the sky itself tear open.
When a Dao Lord strikes, the heavens split, ghosts and gods weep, and blood rains fall!
“Five Elements United, Creation Divine Thunder!”
Five-colored divine thunders gather behind Wu Ming, their momentum even more vast than when he destroyed the World-Honored One. Amidst the collapsing heavens and cracking earth, terrifying five-colored lightning waves roll toward the Western army!
“What?”
Miaoyi and Linglong stare wide-eyed.
Fan Shen is speechless, the God of Light is stunned, and the Dao Lord of Slaughter instinctively draws his sword.
Even deep beneath the Nine Netherworlds, the Blood River trembles suddenly.
Twice!
Within this world during a great calamity, a Dao Lord, who could originally only unleash full power once, has forcibly broken this restriction!
“Ziluo Dao Lord, do you intend to betray the Dao? Do you wish to become the enemy of all sages?”
The Dao Lord of Slaughter says coldly.
This agreement was established by the Dao Lords and ancient deities. In the world of Dazhou Xiyu Ji, it is the Dao itself. Even Dao Lords violating it would bear a terrible cost, far outweighing the outcome of a single calamity.
After all, sages are immortal through ten thousand calamities. Even in the great calamity of heaven and earth, it is merely a contest of face.
But violating the Dao, even an ancient deity patriarch might face destruction!
Of course, Wu Ming’s disregard for face in attacking like this yields extraordinary results.
The Eastern Expedition army, though numerous and filled with countless experts, how could they possibly resist a sage’s world-destroying strike?
Amidst the collapsing heavens and cracking earth, countless knights remain frozen in expressions of rage and terror, instantly reduced to dust by the lightning.
Not only the hundreds of thousands of front-line troops, but their supplies, horses, armor… even the land beneath their feet is melted away in an instant by the scorching lightning.
In a moment, half a million Western troops suffer heavy casualties. Not only are the vanguard completely annihilated, but even the rear troops must face the devastating energy storm, with fewer than one in ten surviving.
“A golden opportunity! A tremendous opportunity!”
Zhang Tianxiang’s eyes shine with excitement: “Full attack!”
Thanks to Wu Ming’s prior arrangements, the Bai Elephant Royal Capital remains mostly intact. Now the gates open in all directions, and several ten thousand troops surge out, their morale at its peak.
“Impossible!”
The earth splits, and the Blood River Dao Lord emerges, puzzled: “This strike killed over two hundred thousand. Even with my mastery of the End Fate Method, I could not withstand it. Why hasn’t the Dao of Heaven abandoned Ziluo Dao Lord?”
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