Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The nacing cyclone pulled Ye Futian into the sky. He caught sight of a few top-notch cultivators at several locations of this violent tempest. So of them were Near-Deity Levels. Naturally, only cultivators above this tier could hold a candle to the Will of a Great Emperor.
That Will was left behind by the Mahoraga and was rged with this pocket dinsion. Its will could be felt from any area within the mountain range. Not only was it not destroyed, but it even had signs of awakening.
Whoosh! Ye Futian noticed a destructive divine light bead into the vortex of air as if it was trying to tear a hole in the cyclone. He could recognize the person who did that. It was none other than the Supre Swordlord, who attempted to split open the violent storm, creating an opening.
The Sky Tremor in Ye Futian’s hand was coated with the Light of Buddha. After he flew into the sky, his Imperial Arm forced itself through the center of the cyclone, causing pandemonium everywhere. The violent storm in the sky dispersed a little as a result.
Nevertheless, the intimidating Will the felt earlier did not disappear. Following its awakening, the range of the vortex expanded ceaselessly, trapping Ye Futian and the others inside in the process.
“Aim the attacks there!” the Supre Swordlord piped up. Right then, he aid his flying slash at the gigantic figure ford by the Will of the Mahoraga. However, the colossal being opened its eyes in the next mont. The look of its stare was brimd with an overwhelming amount of will unlike anyone had ever felt before. As it moved its body down a little, a Python God opened its bloodied mouth, devoured the sword, and attempted to ingurgitate the Supre Swordlord.
Nonetheless, the latter’s Taishang Swordsmanship unleashed an exceptional divine light, breaking through the massive body of the Python God, and he successfully made his escape. To his surprise, the Mahoraga stretched its hand and caused another Python God to constrict him.
Next, the Mahoraga opened its mouth, consuming the Supre Swordlord. The latter’s spiritual soul was forced out of its physical form at the rcy of the forr’s suction force. Even so, the latter transmuted his spiritual soul into the form of a divine sword. The Sword Spirit flew upward, aiming its attack at the Mahoraga. A Near-Deity Level individual was not soone to be trifled with.
Wham! Ye Futian launched an attack as well. Kicking off the air, he shot himself toward Mahoraga’s figure. Lifting the Sky Tremor in his hand, he projected a Tremoring Pulse toward his opponent. Simultaneously, a divine light could be seen flying toward Mahoraga’s silhouette.
At that mont, Ye Futian felt an overwhelming Sword Will nearby. To his astonishnt, the person who fired the attack against the enemy was none other than Xi Chiyao, who was holding a divine sword in her hand. The divine light radiated on her body, causing the air around her to change as if she had beco an empress.
As she unsheathed her sword, the will of the emperor began to fill up the atmosphere as though it was the birth of the Divine Sword of the Great Emperor. Unleashing her sword technique, Raindrop Divine Sword, with her weapon, rain began to pour down from the sky. Countless raindrops turned into needle-like threads and pierced through Mahoraga’s body.
Under the combined attacks of three powerful cultivators, the figure ford by the Mahoraga dispersed before it could complete its full form. Yet, the Will of the Mahorage did not fade away. Everyone could still feel its powerful presence from different locations of the pocket dinsion as if it was omnipresence. In next to no ti, the sky turned into a face, pulling many cultivators up into the heavens. After being consud by the monstrous countenance, their spiritual souls disappeared along with their wills as if the Mahoraga had assimilated them to his Will.
After picking up a sense of imminent danger, Ye Futian’s face drained colors. Raising his head to stare at the sky, he saw Mahoraga’s face that spanned across the entire atmosphere. The celestial countenance looked down at every living being beneath the firmant. It was nearly impossible to even launch an attack at it.
The Supre Swordlord, Xi Chiyao, and the likes felt like soone was watching them. The Will of the Mahoraga continued to awake, and they could not do anything to stop it.
Following that, the suction force intensified and plunged the whole pocket dinsion into a chaotic superstorm. No one could escape its fierce onslaught. Ye Futian remained on the sa spot as he witnessed the spiritual souls of nurous cultivators being consud by the towering apparition of the Mahoraga.
At once, he felt a strong pulling force on his body, trying to suck him into the sky. He was stupefied by the fact that he could hardly get himself out of that place with Celerity.
Just then, Ye Futian felt an overpowering pulling force, trying to swallow his spiritual soul and will. Everything in his body was sucked out of it, including the aura of the Great Way inside of him.
Gripping his Imperial Arm, the Sky Tremor, he covered it with the Light of Buddha that illuminated his surrounding. He could not stop the intimidating will from its advances. Soon, he found himself trapped in the Realm of the Will, where Mahoraga’s face appeared inside, trying to assimilate his will to its.
Still, he was not the only exception. The other cultivators were t with the sa fate, resisting the invasion with all their might—beams of divine lights illuminated from various locations. The Supre Swordlord turned his will into the Great Path. Xi Chiyao rged her will with the Raindrop Divine Sword, annihilating the will that attempted to consu her. Many other cultivators were trying their level best to resist as well.
In Ye Futian’s hand, the Sky Tremor lit up a blazing light as he moved his will into it. The World Tree inside his body transford into Buddhist Power and flowed into his weapon.
The Light of Buddha around the Sky Tremor instantly gave off a brilliant light brighter than ever, launching several powerful Tremoring Pulses. After the World Tree’s energy flowed into the Sky Tremor, a phantasm of a gleaming divine tree manifested around the weapon. As the Light of Buddha covered the divine tree, it looked similar to that of the Bodhi Divine Tree.
The destructive Tremoring Pulses were destroying everything on their paths. At that mont, Ye Futian noticed the Will of the Mahoraga retreated as if it was afraid of his attacks. It was the first ti the Mahoraga ever tried to evacuate.
A similar incident had happened before during their expedition in the Demonic Domain. The Will of the Karura retreated as it was frightened by the power of the World Tree.
Then, a thought suddenly crossed Ye Futian’s mind. Perhaps, the Mahoraga did not fear the Buddhist Power but the power of the World Tree itself. Since a similar thing had played out with the Karura, my assumption could be right on its money. The Mahoraga and the Karura were the Eight Legions under the Heavenly Path. As the king of the Mahoraga Tribe, why would it be afraid of the Buddhist Power?
A divine light glead around Ye Futian after his contemplation. The Will of the World Tree transford into an invisible air current and spread across the entire sky at great speed.
This force assimilated the Will of the Mahoraga to its own when it clashed against the latter. It was not devoured but assimilated. Ye Futian was confounded upon the realization that the Mahoraga was not the one who led the assimilation but the Will of the World Tree.
The epiphany mont had blown Ye Futian’s mind away, and he thought. Is the World Tree’s power more significant than the Eight Regions so that the latter is afraid of it?
Earlier on, the awakened Will of the Mahoraga would consu every being in this realm, including the wills of the cultivators. It would then assimilate its wills into its own to strengthen itself. Yet, it yielded in the presence of the Will of the World Tree.
What was the reason behind it?
However, Ye Futian did not let his guard down. After all, the unpleasant experience was still fresh in his mind. The Karura retaliated at its final mont, trying to consu his will. Would the Will of the Mahoraga do the sa?
Still, he did not have the luxury of choice at that ti.
The Will of the World Tree continued to expand its influence and assimilated the Will of the Mahoraga to its in the sky. Noticing that the World Tree led the assimilation, he did not hinder the process and let it do its thing.
Following that, his will began to increase, taking over the gigantic phantasm in the sky. Soon, he could perceive everything beneath the heavens vividly. He could even see the outside of the mountain ranges. At that point, he was seeing things with the eyes of the Mahoraga.
The assimilation went on without interruption. Before long, the phantom of the Mahoraga began to materialize in the sky. But the violent storm had dissipated. Closing his eyes, Ye Futian elevated the senses of his will. Shortly, he noticed the presence of a silhouette of a god. It was a figure of a colossal god with a Python God surrounding it.
“It’s the Mahoraga!” Ye Futian knew that the being was the Mahoraga of the Eight Legions. It was not conscious. It was rely a will it left behind in the world, similar to the case of Great Emperor Ziwei. It rged its Will with this pocket dinsion and continued to devour every cultivator who infiltrated its territory even after so many years had passed.
Ye Futian’s will had successfully assimilated into the Mahoraga’s without any reprisal and resistance. At that instant, there was a shock in the boundless sky. Everyone felt an unknown force slowly awakening.
The figure of the Mahoraga opened its eye suddenly as if it had fully awakened. Even Xi Chiyao was horrified by the fact and was despaired.
Should the Mahoraga fully awakened, who could hold themselves against it?
They would be utterly eradicated.
“Get out of here!” a sacred and majestic voice echoed through the sky. With that, the suction force disappeared completely, though the imnse pressure remained. Everyone turned to look at the sky and saw a sinister silhouette above their heads. The figure looked like it could consu them all if it opened its mouth.
A great many cultivators fled that place for their lives frantically with their hearts palpitated like mad, for fear that it would regret letting them off the hook.
The Mahoraga of the Eight Legions has awakened! Everyone had the sa thought in their minds. They were startled beyond speech. Would the Great Emperor from ancient tis be revived after its awakening?
If it did, how scary would that be?
Even a powerful cultivator like the Supre Swordlord heaved a deep sigh and left after raising his head to peer at the monstrous figure above the sky. He could only give up and escape from this place since the narrow escape from death was still fresh in his mind.. It was unfortunate because countless treasures were left behind at the ruins of the Great Emperors.
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