Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2342 - 182: Fall (Part 2)
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The void stands sealed, transforming heaven and earth into a vast prison!
One blue, one yellow, positioned left and right, enormous palms and handprints descended like collapsing mountains from above, slamming together with thunderous force!
In that instant, Wang Ba's heart plunged to its deepest despair. The Dao Treasure slipped from its scabbard into his grasp, faint golden immortal power glowed softly, his sleeve fluttered wildly, and the patterns of divine beasts shimmered subtly.
As the palm and print bore down relentlessly, in this pivotal juncture, a purple-robed figure materialized quietly before Wang Ba, his form shifting ever so slightly.
Moments later, the body clad in purple swelled explosively!
Adorned with green hairpins and flowing black locks, the purple robe whipped through the air!
His hands formed a seal, unleashing nine brilliant sword-lights from the nearby emptiness, resembling nine celestial pillars that ringed the battlefield!
The azure and ochre palms smashed against these nine sword-lights, exploding forth a storm of razor-sharp Sword Qi.
The elongated blue hand recoiled sharply, while the murky yellow handprint crumbled apart!
Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Wang Ba, the purple-robed figure tilted his head faintly, fixing his eyes on the two Great Bodhisattvas, Ridi and Moon Truth, hovering far above in the Sky Dome. A trace of icy arrogance and unyielding resolve crossed his divine visage, and he murmured lowly: "Your opponent is me."
"Taoist Brother Bai!"
Upon witnessing the abrupt arrival of the purple-robed figure ahead of him, Wang Ba felt a mix of shock and joy, but then
understanding dawned swiftly, prompting him to exclaim in haste:
"Formation!"
Sensing Wang Ba's concern as if by intuition, despite facing away from him, the purple-robed figure glanced back slightly and whispered:
"The Realm Membrane is broken, the Formation is already futile... Now, it's time for a life-and-death struggle."
With those words spoken, his form dissolved into a streak of purple radiance, charging straight at the two Great Bodhisattvas, Ridi and Moon Truth...
As he observed that silhouette soaring into the distance, Wang Ba couldn't help but survey his surroundings on reflex.
The fractured Realm Membrane set off a chain of transformations. The beams of light linked to it withdrew and vanished, while the protective barriers on the earth faded away sequentially.
Free from the peril of formations tied to the Realm Membrane, the Bodhisattvas and Arhats now poured all their might into clashing spells with the cultivators, causing the battlefield to plunge rapidly into chaos...
Wang Ba's mind remained serene like still water, grasping the perilous chaos enveloping him in a flash and affirming his vital role right then.
Letting out a sharp cry, immortal power roared forth, and a massive brush emerged from his Primordial Spirit, its tip staining the void with ink. It swirled like coiling dragons and writhing serpents, etching bold strokes on an iron-hard backdrop with silver-like hooks, swiftly inscribing twenty-seven 'kill' characters in a single go. The moment they formed, they hurtled toward the nearby Bodhisattvas and Arhats!
The Bodhisattvas struggled hard just to barely fend them off.
The Arhats, caught in their path without evasion, brushed against them and perished instantly!
"Thank you, Taoist Brother Taiyi!"
"Thank you!"
Grateful shouts rang out from close by and afar, even from certain middle-stage Crossing Tribulation cultivators.
These cultivators, locked in fierce struggles with foes and teetering on the brink, saw their enemies' assaults falter thanks to Wang Ba's Dao Treasure, granting them a momentary respite. Some grasped the chance to overpower their rivals, while others, though held back from striking back, at least held their ground, securing a strategic edge.
Amid the expressions of thanks, Wang Ba felt no joy. He understood clearly that without his comrades tying down the bulk of the adversaries, he never could have toppled the Supreme True Buddha. With Bai Lechan now blocking the two Great Bodhisattvas on his behalf, he refused to squander this precious opening.
He avoided getting bogged down in fights, darting from spot to spot, unleashing a barrage of Dao Treasures in rotation. Amid the fierce drain on his immortal power, his harvests were plentiful, and within mere breaths, he had already cut down almost forty Arhats.
In typical Domains, an Arhat—on par with an early-stage Crossing Tribulation cultivator—might prove rare; but amid this epic showdown between Domain titans, they fared little better than common folk...
Regrettably, the Bodhisattvas on site had all beheld Wang Ba's solo triumph over twenty-three of their kind; thus, they stayed hyper-vigilant now, courting no errors, pursuing no glories, and through tight teamwork, Wang Ba's surprise strikes against them yielded nothing. Still, with the Bodhisattvas on high alert and Arhats dropping like flies, the Cloud Sky Realm's forces, heavy with casualties though they were, began to claw back momentum.
This was exactly the scenario Bai Lechan desired.
Deploying one's elite to strike at their core ranks.
Wang Ba emerged as a surprise elite. Despite lacking late-stage
Crossing Tribulation prowess, in this instant, he outshone
any standard late-stage expert.
Yet right then.
Wang Ba's heart jolted abruptly!
Within his Spiritual Sense, a well-known and piercing alarm flared up!
On pure reflex, a ray of earthy yellow radiance burst from the Primordial Spirit, wrapping him completely!
Simultaneously, illusory bird wings unfurled from his back, a surge of verdant light accompanied them, and he blinked away from
his prior position!
And nearly simultaneously, in the empty space Wang Ba had occupied, a golden '' character materialized, spawning endless spreading chains that aimed to lock down that patch of void entirely.
In a flicker of green glow, Wang Ba reemerged elsewhere aloft, wings of illusion still attached.
His eyes quickly swept over the distant '' character, then, face etched with solemnity, he whipped around toward a massive tear in the Realm Membrane.
"Northern Great Bodhisattva!"
There, a recognizable monk in gray robes, countenance grim,
hurtled inward from beyond the realm.
His stare bypassed all in the Cloud Sky Realm; even Bai
Lechan, close enough to touch, drew no second glance!
He locked eyes on Wang Ba alone, burning with unstoppable voracious desire:
"If I could convert you... What immense merit would that be!"
Beyond mere merit, it meant claiming two from the six supreme!
Armed with those, he could genuinely revive the Human Buddha Country, and
perhaps ascend as the next Buddha Lord succeeding
Tianshang Buddha!