Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2327: 76: Peerless (Part 2)
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Yet despite that, confronting the tear in the realm and the heavenly catastrophe overhead, a shadow fell over his heart.
The massive ordeal had descended, and the epic clash between the Supreme True Buddha and the Cloud Sky Realm surpassed what any one individual could halt.
Although he held affection for Wang Ba and recognized Wang Ba's strengths, seeing the Cloud Sky Realm remain unmoving at this juncture filled him with despair, leading him to murmur:
“Taoist Friend Taiyi, these demonic monks from the Supreme True Buddha have already breached the realm. If you can't stand against them, it's wiser to depart soon.”
Those words jolted the shriveled elder from his thoughts, prompting him to glance urgently at the green-robed figure beyond the light barrier, where he hastily replied:
“Wang Ba, should the circumstances shift, avoid struggling in vain—protect your vital self…”
Beyond the light barrier, Wang Ba kept his composure steady, responding softly:
“The Patriarch’s counsel, Wang Ba will keep in mind, but… the present crisis isn't utterly hopeless.”
“Everyone, hold on just a bit, I'll return in no time.”
With those words spoken, beneath the stunned stares of the cultivators, his form dashed swiftly toward the breach in the Sky Dome.
Right then, the realm membrane atop the Sky Dome crumbled apart, as monk after monk poured out from the gap.
Gazing down at the expansive and majestic landscapes, teeming with myriad lives, overflowing with soaring karma and boundless causality, their gazes brimmed with delight.
“Cloud Sky Realm!”
The Four Great Realms of Duanhai Cliff, famed across the region.
Both Canlong Realm and the Void Demon Realm had already fallen.
Among the Four Great Realms, though, the Cloud Sky Realm stood as their prime target of desire.
It was no surprise, since this domain offered an ideal setting, perfectly suited for the growth of populations, and a multitude of lives promised boundless karma, while endless karma delivered them infinite merits…
“The Eastern Great Bodhisattva decrees!”
“Shatter every Great Array in this place! With compassion in our hearts, we cannot allow the creatures to plunge into sorrow and torment…”
Each monk chanted the Buddha's name, scanning the terrain beneath, yet failing to conceal the glee and avarice gleaming in their eyes.
As for the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance preached in Buddhism, these monks appeared to embrace them fully.
But right at that instant.
The monks caught sight of a streak of azure light surging upward from below, materializing abruptly in front of them!
At once, a figure emerged gracefully from its midst.
Clad in a plain wide-sleeved green robe, sporting a Dao topknot secured by a wooden pin, his features composed and his aura otherworldly.
Confronting the monks, his face stayed serene, one hand adjusting his sleeve while the other raised his palm in a formal gesture, offering a courteous bow to the group.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please step inside.”
The monks, spotting this individual, froze in shock at first, then recoiled in terror!
“It's him!”
“That True Man Taiyi?!”
“How is he appearing here?!”
Abruptly, their very souls trembled in dread!
The confident declarations from before rang hollow now, like empty air.
In panic, they moved to disperse and run.
But they witnessed the Taoist flick his sleeve, and in a flash, darkness engulfed the heavens as the sun and moon dimmed, a terrifying, unstoppable gale roared toward them!
Only a handful who had perfected the Immovable Vajra Divine Skills, with feet anchored like roots, managed to hold their ground.
The others tumbled like chaff in the gale, scattered wildly, their senses overwhelmed.
Merely three or so Bodhisattvas lingered near the hole, their golden forms flickering like candle flames, barely enduring the raging tempest!
Luckily, the ferocious gale arrived in a rush and vanished just as fast.
Within mere moments, the gale faded away, restoring brightness to the world, while the surviving few Bodhisattvas scanned their surroundings in bewilderment.
The immense Sky Dome, aside from the distant clamor of fierce combat, lay peaceful as a gentle zephyr; just earlier, the swarm of Arhats and Ascetics had flooded in, yet now they had vanished without trace.
Solitary stood the green-robed Taoist amid the breeze, his visage impassive, akin to a still ancient pool.
Though they had beheld True Man Taiyi's overwhelming might from a distance before, confronting him directly now, and witnessing their ranks dwindle to this remnant in an instant, these leftover Bodhisattvas felt their resolve crumble, prompting desperate attempts to retreat.
Still, they heard the Taoist give a light chuckle:
“Where do you intend to flee?”
At that sound, the three Bodhisattvas realized danger loomed, swiftly condensing their golden forms and activating their Dao treasures.
But they saw the Taoist produce an Earth Yellow Treasure Bead, exhaling upon it.
A blast of yellow wind surged forth at once, assailing the trio like feral hounds.
The three found their advance halted by the yellow wind, their movements abruptly hindered.
The Taoist advanced, a hand pale as jade extending from his sleeve.
Extending toward one of them, he delivered a strike.
The jade palm cleaved through space, piercing the veil of yellow wind and Buddha light in a blink, softly landing on the Bodhisattva’s chest.
Crack!
A deep imprint formed instantly, caving in the Bodhisattva’s chest.
The Bodhisattva's face drained of color in alarm, then his gaze ignited with savage fury, ripping open the outer layer of his golden body as Demonic Qi erupted outward in waves. His eyes blackened completely, sclera vanished, infernal flames roaring, his shape no longer resembling humanity!
In the span of an eyeblink, a Bodhisattva transformed into a cataclysmic Demon Head, his eyes swirling with myriad sentiments, striving to shatter the encircling yellow wind using his Dao treasure.
The Taoist showed no alarm or haste; instead, his eyes reflected a knowing look:
“Buddha as skin, demon as bone… truly not a True Buddha, but a True Demon.”
“Yet how could the world harbor so many unadulterated Demon Heads?”
He mused.
For any person, duality exists within—the virtuous side like Buddha, the wicked like Demon—though typically these extremes balance, keeping one as human.
A genuine Demon Head, such as certain Innate Divine Demons, lacks all ethical bounds, devoid of mercy, driven solely by primal urges, utterly malevolent.
And attaining such absolute malevolence proves elusive even for Demon Cultivators, who can merely approach it with great difficulty.
Take the Xiahou Demon, ruler of the Void Demon Realm; despite his Mahayana Cultivation enabling Ascension upon the realm's ruin, he clung to its downfall, allying with the Cloud Sky Realm against the Supreme True Buddha.