Chapter 1344: Chapter 792: The True Self Arrives in the East Continent, You Are Permitted to Worship_2
“This is the East Continent, with the Buddha sitting above you.”
The leading Bodhisattva paused in reciting his Buddha beads, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his lips: “If you’re not convinced, call your elders here and see if they dare to co.”
“You!” The female disciple, trembling with anger, drew her sword.
Xiang Ming Zhenren’s face slightly darkened; he raised his hand to stop his junior sister’s curses, sinisterly saying, “No need to waste words. When the fight starts… kill him first.”
Upon hearing this, the leading Bodhisattva’s expression montarily froze.
The people in front of him were like a pack of trapped beasts, faces full of deathly despair, just waiting to bite off a piece of at before dying. And now, he was that piece of at.
But in an instant, his face once again donned a smile. He quietly stepped back, rejoining the crowd, and mocked, “With your current state, like stray dogs, who can you possibly kill?”
After speaking, he waved his large hand: “Activate the Array!”
Several Bodhisattvas rose into the air, each standing in a different direction, mobilizing the great formation composed of over a thousand Arhats with their own Fruit Position. The Buddha light covering the hall suddenly transford into a golden bell that flipped downwards, enclosing them.
Even with such an advantage, they still had no intention of directly fighting with the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect.
After ensnaring a few people, the Bodhisattvas sat cross-legged in mid-air, palms together, slightly lowered brows, lips rapidly moving as they began to recite the Great Scripture.
Under the profound sound of the Buddha’s voice, the faces of several disciples of the Three Immortals Sect changed dramatically, watching as a golden river quietly rose around them, causing their Tribulation Power to rapidly dissipate.
Xiang Ming Zhenren reacted the fastest, reaching out to grab a long flag and fiercely smashed it towards the golden bell.
Thud!
The surface of the golden bell rippled like water waves, the surging golden river reversed back, wrapping his body and directly blasting him back to the front of the hall.
Xiang Ming Zhenren rolled awkwardly on the ground several tis, already heavily injured, and now, after using force to support his arm on the ground several tis, he still couldn’t manage to stand back up.
Suddenly, he turned back, looking outside the golden bell, his eyes narrowing, focusing on those Arhats.
He saw on their right arms, as if casually added, were several vermilion sutras… again, the handiwork of those Great Freedom Bodhisattvas!
Even after killing Brother Chu Xi in broad daylight, which already broke the rules, these old thieves still did not restrain themselves before their elders descended upon the East Continent.
Xiang Ming Zhenren’s face showed a hint of sorrow, he spat out blood plasma, yelling, “Do not approach this golden bell, protect yourselves! They intend to refine us alive. You must hold on for so ti, make sure to endure until reinforcents arrive from the North Continent!”
“…”
The remaining disciples obediently sat down, mobilizing their Tribulation Power to protect themselves. Although it slowed the dissipation of their Tribulation Power, despair filled their eyes.
How vast is the distance between the North Continent and the East Continent?
By the ti their comrades brought the news back, the situation on the other side was equally complicated. The elders in the sect might not be able to make a decision imdiately. If there was even the slightest delay, what chance would they have to survive?
“Cowards! If you have the guts, remove the Array and have a real fight with us!”
The female disciple had apparently seen through everything; it was rely a matter of dying sooner or later. She clenched her Immortal Sword tightly, letting out a low roar.
“…”
The Bodhisattvas cast her a cold glance, sneering.
Amidst the turbulent Tribulation Power, the contours of five Golden Body Dharma Aspects appeared in the clouds above, each colossal Buddhist figure with palms together, looking down at the hall indifferently.
Their bodies connected, forming an unbreakable cage.
“You’d better stay put, don’t make your death too ugly.”
The Buddha above, with Suru Mountain backing, a real fight? Do you even deserve it?
“Ah——”
The female disciple, feeling her Tribulation Power nearly fully dissipated, let out a sharp screech. She could accept being outdone by this group of monks in a duel, accepting whatever judgnt awaited her. But she could not bear to see all her knowledge rendered useless, forced to sit and wait for death, humiliated by the ans of those Great Freedom individuals.
She mobilized her remaining Tribulation Power, the Immortal Sword in her hands bursting with white light, then she leapt towards the golden bell.
“Sigh.”
Elsewhere among the clouds, Monk Zhi Kong sighed lightly.
It wasn’t that he felt sorry for the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect. After all, to the human world, both sects were the greatest calamities, nothing good in them.
Zhi Kong was just a bit lancholy that in the face of worldly desires, the once lofty God Buddha Immortal Venerables had abandoned even basic dignity, turning things so ugly, no different from a beast fighting over flesh.
“Seems it’s about ti.”
The Future World Venerable coolly said, “Neither the Bodhi Sect nor the Three Immortals Sect disciples dared to affect the great calamity. Their deaths aren’t in vain; at least during negotiations, they could exchange for a few more grounds for the Three Immortals Sect.”
As one of the six most venerable Sect Hierarchs under heaven, he saw things far more clearly than ordinary people.
Despite how it seed like a life-and-death grudge at the mont, neither the Golden Immortals nor the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas from both sides dared to let the situation get out of control. Reconciliation was inevitable, and it wouldn’t be far off.
At most, they’d let the Three Immortals Sect disciples release their anger, followed by exchanging handshakes and friendship, then discussing how to divide the grounds, finally selecting an Immortal Emperor.
Under the manipulation of many First Rank giants, this was nothing more than a grand act.
During their brief exchange, the sharp cry had already pierced the sky. The sword light, initially ant to pierce the heavens, now coiled like a caged dragon within the golden bell, seeming a bit pitiable.
The disciples of the Three Immortals Sect stared blankly upwards, seeing their junior sister crash into the golden bell like a moth to a fla.
The sound of the sword screech seed as if it would abruptly cease in the next mont.
The Bodhisattvas didn’t even bother to raise an eyelid. If this were an earnest life-and-death fight, they might fear it a bit, but in this prearranged trap set by Suru Mountain, today was just a formality; there would be no surprises.
At most, in three days, all the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect from Nanping Prefecture would dissolve into thick liquid, serving as a warning to those Immortals who dared to remain in the East Continent.
Yet soon, everyone’s attention turned from the female disciple as she flew towards the golden bell with her remaining Tribulation Power, her Immortal Sword erupting with white light like a white dragon, flying through the sky like a rainbow, though trapped like a dragon it could only crash into the golden bell.
“Alas.”
From another part of the clouds, Monk Zhi Kong sighed lightly again, completely unfazed by the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect below. To him, they were re nuisances for the human world, with nothing good about them.
Zhi Kong was just a bit pensive. In front of the incense of worldly affairs, the once venerable Gods and Buddhas, Immortal Venerables have co to this.
“I think that’s enough.”
The Future World Venerable said lightly, “Whether it’s Bodhi Sect or the Three Immortals Sect, neither the Immortal Venerables nor the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas would dare let things get out of hand. Reconciliation is inevitable, and soon. After all, it’s just a matter of ti before the disciples change a few more dojos for the Three Immortals Sect.”
Serving as one of the most venerable Sect Hierarchs in the world, his perspective is far more comprehensive than that of the ordinary.
Amid their brief exchange, the sharp, resonant wail pierced the sky, as the white radiant sword light should have pierced the firmant, but instead fell short like a trapped dragon.
The remaining few disciples looked upward in shock, only to see their junior sister crash into the golden bell like a moth to a fla.
The Bodhisattvas didn’t even raise an eyebrow. In an earnest death battle, they might have feared them a bit, but with Suru Mountain’s carefully laid trap, they were far from letting things get out of hand.
In less than the ti it takes for a breath, the huge golden bell burst with a continuous cracking sound before collapsing, unable to even last for an instant.
The remaining disciples complied, sitting down straight away, channeling their Tribulation Power to protect their bodies. Though they could slow down the disappearance of their Tribulation Power, despair surged in their eyes.
The distance between the North Continent and the East Continent was vast.
By the ti their comrades brought back the ssage, the situation there would be just as complicated. Their elders in the sect might not be able to make a decision imdiately, and even a montary delay could spell the end for themselves.
The piercing and long howl had already torn through the sky.
The light of the sword, resembling a white dragon waterfall, fell from the Milky Way. The once blinding Buddha Light now appeared dim as the white glow swept through.
Boom——
A series of continuous cracking sounds erupted from the massive golden bell, which didn’t hold even for a single breath before it crumbled completely.
Xiang Ming Zhenren wriggled on the ground, already heavily injured, trying to push himself up several tis but still unable to stand.
He quickly turned around to look outside the golden bell, his pupils constricting as they fell upon the group of Arhats.
This group of people all had seemingly random vermilion scriptures added to their right arms… once again, the handiwork of those Great Freedom Bodhisattvas!
Even though they had broken the rules by killing Brother Chu Xi in broad daylight, these old thieves still refused to restrain themselves before their elders had descended upon the East Continent.
Xiang Ming Zhenren’s face showed a hint of desolation. Spitting out the blood plasma in his mouth, he shouted fiercely, “Don’t go near this golden bell. Protect yourself. They want to refine us alive. As long as you hold out for a while longer, be sure to endure until help arrives from the North Continent!”
“…”
The remaining disciples sat down obediently, mobilizing their Tribulation Power to protect themselves. Although it slowed down the speed of their dissipating Tribulation Power, they were filled with despair.
How far is it between the North Continent and the East Continent?
By the ti their sect mates delivered the ssage back, the situation on the other side was equally complex. The elders in the sect might not be able to make a decision imdiately, and even a slight delay would leave them with no chance of survival.
“Coward! If you have the courage, remove the Array and have a real blade-to-blade fight with !”
The female disciple, clearly having seen through everything, knew it was rely a matter of sooner or later death. Gritting her teeth, she shouted one low shout, tightly clutching her Immortal Sword.
“…”
The Bodhisattvas each bore a mocking smile as they coldly glanced at her.
Amidst the turbulent Tribulation Power, the outlines of five Golden Body Dharma Identities erged in the clouds above, all these mighty bodhisattva statues with palms together coldly observing the hall below.
Their bodies connected to form an indestructible cage.
“Best to just stay put, don’t die too disgracefully.”
The Buddha is overhead, supported by Suru Mountain. A genuine duel? Are you even worthy!
“Ah——”
The female disciple, feeling nearly all her Tribulation Power faded, let out a sharp screech. She could accept losing a duel to this group of monks and would have no grievance if tortured and killed, but she couldn’t accept having no place to use her skills and being forced to sit idly by waiting to die, beaten by the tactics of those Great Freedom individuals.
She summoned the remaining Tribulation Power; her Immortal Sword sparkled with a white glow, and she leaped towards the golden bell.
“Sigh,”
From another place within the clouds, Monk Zhi Kong sighed lightly.
It’s not that he felt sorry for the Three Immortals Sect disciples since, as far as the human world was concerned, both sects were the biggest threats, nothing of value there.
Zhi Kong was rely contemplative, finding it sohow astonishing that in the face of worldly desires, the once lofty Gods and Buddhas, and Immortal Venerables had all co to this.
“This is about enough.”
The Future World Venerable unemotionally declared, “Whether it’s the Bodhi Sect or the Three Immortals, neither the Golden Immortals nor the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas would dare to lose control. So reconciliation is inevitable, and it won’t be long before it occurs. They may even decide on an Immortal Emperor in the end. ”
In the brief exchange before, the pointed, long scream pierced the sky. Though the sword light, akin to the rainbow, ought to pierce the firmant, it seed trapped, unable to lower itself.
The Bodhisattvas did not even deign to lift a lid. If it were a direct deadly struggle, they might be cautious, but within Suru Mountain, a conflict spiraling out of control was simply out of the question.
In at most three days, all the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect in Nanping Prefecture would be completely dissolved into a thick liquid to warn those Immortals who dare remain in the East Continent.
But soon, all eyes drifted from the female disciple, focusing on a mysterious savior descending from the sky beyond the hall.
There upon a magnificent white jade carriage, a Taoist with a golden hairpin and dressed in Xuan Shang calmly descended into the human world.
In front of him, Shenxu Ancestor had transford into a fair-skinned young boy, whose lips curled into a subtle smile as he looked at the monks below, not hiding the contempt in his eyes one bit:
“Tai Xu True Monarch arrives in the East Continent.”
“””
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