For so unknown reason, the Wasteland Stele suddenly went out of control that year, almost turning the entire Dominion of Soil into a desert. After the Dominion of Soil was destroyed, Pangu from the Genesis Divine Nation returned alone and stole the World Suppressing Stele Number Three from under the watchful eyes of countless strong beings in the Dominion of Soil, without ever uncovering the reason for the stele's erratic behavior. However, they did discover a thod to seal the Wasteland Stele.
That thod involved rging the Three Thousand Barren Soil and the Three Thousand Desolate Sands within the stele into one, using the heaviness and grandeur of the barren soil to neutralize the devouring ability of the desolate sand. Moreover, Wukong originally thought that the Three Thousand Barren Soil or the Desolate Sand were just the lowest-level divine powers of the World Suppressing Stele, but that was because his understanding of the Wasteland Stele was not deep enough. Like now, after the Battle of Transforming Thunder, Wukong had entered the Wasteland Stele with his divine sense, and only then did he realize that the barren soil and desolate sand were actually the greatest divine powers of the Wasteland Stele, or to be more precise, they were the foundation of all its might.
He also realized that for so unknown reason, the barren soil and desolate sand had mixed together, which greatly reduced both the defensive capabilities of the barren soil and the offensive erosion abilities of the desolate sand. Thus Wukong now took action, using the strength of his Chaos Giant Transformation state and the power from his armor of black and white, to forcefully separate the desolate sand from the barren soil.
The upside of this was a great enhancent to the abilities of both, but the downside was that if Wukong did not control it well, the desolate sand could potentially go out of control once more. If it caused damage to the Patrolling Celestial World this ti, the consequences would likely be much more severe than what befell the Dominion of Soil; the Netherworld World and the linked Genesis Divine Nation might suffer devastating blows.
Therefore, the consequences of Wukong's current actions were not to be taken lightly.
Just as the barren soil and desolate sand had separated, the Sect Hierarch Tongtian also let out a low shout on the other side, "Thunder Fire Roasting Fla Strike, destruction!" If anyone from Li Fire Realm or those involved in its destruction were present, they would be astonished by Tongtian's attack because it was identical in na, thod, and the intensity of the attack power to that which had once led to the destruction of the Li Fire Realm.
The only difference was that this attack ca from the Burning Fire Stele Number Nine. As soon as Tongtian's words fell, a fiery red light, as thick as an adult's arm, gathered on the Burning Fire Stele and in the next mont, it blasted out, targeting Wukong.
The speed of the attack was so fast that even Wukong's divine eyes, which could see across realms, could barely catch a glimpse of the red light. However, Wukong's reaction was also swift; he held out his left hand in front of him where a handful of yellow soil suddenly glowed, instantly forming three stele-like structures in front of him that resembled the World Suppressing Stele in their earthy yellow color.
By then the red light from the Burning Fire Stele had already struck the first of the yellow stele in front of Wukong, which held for a breath's ti before shattering. The light then hit the second stele, lasting for two breaths before it too broke apart. But when the red light collided with the third stele, instead of shattering, the stele remained intact while the red light exhausted all its energy and dissipated on its own, leaving the third stele cracked.
Yet, this was only the beginning. As the red light faded, Tongtian suddenly burst into wild laughter, "Wukong, today let's see how long you can hold out! I heard that the greatest attack of the Burning Fire Stele can destroy an entire world!"
With Tongtian's voice ringing out, another intense red glow flared up on the Burning Fire Stele, and then a two-ter-thick column of fiery red light ford in front of the sect hierarch. If the earlier red light, as thin as an adult's arm, could penetrate three Wasteland Shields, what sort of might did this two-ter-thick column of red light possess?
At that mont, Wukong felt an unprecedented sense of crisis throughout his body. Wukong had a significant degree of control over the Wasteland Stele, but Tongtian was no less capable, and what's more, Tongtian's situation was even more special because it wasn't that he sought out the Burning Fire Stele, but that it had found him.
This ti, Wukong did not plan to withstand the blow head-on. While he had great confidence in the defensive capabilities of the Three Thousand Barren Soil, he was not willing to take the risk against an attack akin to the legendary Thunder Fire Scorching Fla Cannon. The reason being, Wukong could not afford to lose this battle, not just for the victory of the Patrolling Celestial World, but because the mont he fully separated the Three Thousand Barren Soil from the Three Thousand Desolate Sands, Wukong left himself with no retreat. If he were to fail, sustain grievous injuries, or die, the Three Thousand Desolate Sands would definitely lose their suppression, and if they went berserk, the Patrolling Celestial World would surely beco a second Dominion of Soil. Then everything would be over.
As the thick column of red light approached even faster than before, Wukong stood his ground without moving. Seeing that Wukong made no response, Tongtian was taken aback, but he didn't think much of it. If Wukong couldn't dodge, it would be all the better for Tongtian.
The strikingly powerful red column then hit Wukong directly, completely engulfing him with its two-ter thickness. Seeing this attack directly hit Wukong, joy appeared on Tongtian's face. However, his brow soon furrowed as his body, without warning, turned into a fla. At that precise mont, the Jingu Bang wrapped in golden chains had already swept past the very spot where Tongtian had just been standing.
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But all it did was scatter so flas, and it did not harm Tongtian. Soon after, these flas slowly ford a human face in mid-air, which was none other than Master Tongtian. "Hmph, I knew you weren't that easy to deal with, but to think you could injure is pure wishful thinking!"
Wukong still did not speak, only his expression was terribly grim. Missed by his first strike, Wukong turned his body and with his left hand pointed towards the face in the sky. In an instant, nine golden chains spread out in the space surrounding the fiery face, entangling towards it.
However, after the fire-ford face of Tongtian showed a disdainful expression, it directly dispersed into a sky full of flas, and the nine chains, naturally, grasped at nothing. Yet Wukong showed not the slightest hint of disappointnt. His left hand transford from a pointing gesture to a palm, and suddenly he clenched his hand at the sky full of flas.
Subsequently, countless grains of sand appeared in mid-air, which in the blink of an eye had ford two huge palms made entirely of Desolate Sand, slapping straight down towards the sky-full of flas. This ti, Tongtian's reaction was not so quick, and a small part of the fire was imdiately struck by the giant palms, then directly absorbed by the Desolate Sand.
Originally only capable of absorbing moisture, the Desolate Sand, after tens of thousands of years under seal, had now mutated into a terrifying entity capable of absorbing any energy.
As that small portion of the flas was absorbed by the Desolate Sand, Tongtian let out a scream of pain. Now this small part of the flas was Tongtian's own body; the flas being absorbed directly injured Tongtian.
The remaining flas rolled in the air and reford into Tongtian's body as he landed on the ground, but now there was a large chunk of flesh missing from his left arm. Tongtian was shocked in his heart. He could not believe that Wukong had so many thods at his disposal, capable of even hurting himself when transford into flas. His recent fla transformation was not an ordinary conversion into fire elents but was due to Master Tongtian's body having rged with the World Suppressing Stele. It could be said that the Burning Fire Number Nine World Suppressing Stele was Tongtian's true body.
Because of this, Tongtian was so shocked that Wukong could injure him. But Wukong was not going to bother with whether Tongtian felt surprised; his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the original location. anwhile, the golden chains on the Golden Hoop quickly retracted, and the Desolate Sand that had transford into two giant palms rapidly adhered to the Golden Hoop.
Compared to using various spells, Wukong still preferred, or rather enjoyed, attacking directly with the strength of his physical body. Tongtian, having been careless and sustained so injuries, also put away all his contempt. As he saw Wukong vanish, he moved both his hands in a gesture for Magical Decrees. The World Suppressing Stele, which had stopped attacking after losing Tongtian's control, directly turned into a red light in front of Tongtian, and after an explosion of red light, a figure, entirely engulfed in crimson flas, suddenly appeared behind Master Tongtian.
And just as Wukong's attack arrived, the Golden Hoop Rod, entwined with Desolate Sand, smashed down without hesitation. But Tongtian didn't dodge at all, allowing the rod to co down while he continually gestured another Magical Decree with his hands. This strike did not hit Master Tongtian, but was blocked by the fire-encased figure behind him.
As the Golden Hoop was about to hit Tongtian, the fiery figure suddenly raised his hands, and instantly above him and Tongtian a circular pattern also ablaze with flas appeared. Within the pattern, two kinds of flas, one scarlet and one pale, moved endlessly like two swimming fish, looking very much like a Taiji symbol, with the two flas representing the yin yang fish of Taiji.
Wukong's powerful strike hit directly upon the Taiji symbol, but contrary to his expectation, the pattern possessed trendous attack power.
Then, the fiery figure violently opened its mouth, suddenly spewing out a blast of fla, and within it, there was a fist-sized furnace.
Looking at this figure and the Taiji symbol above his head, along with the furnace he spat out, Wukong suddenly felt, very familiar!
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