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Chapter 121: Why Resist, Fellow Daoist?
Chapter 121: Why Resist, Fellow Daoist?
As Lv Yang appeared, the colossal spiritual pressure radiating from him made Guanghai’s expression darken instantly, while Guangming nearby flinched with undisguised terror.
Lv Yang then turned toward his opponent.
Qin Tianhe.
Perhaps it was intuition, or perhaps simply the meeting of two equals, but when the Pure Land and Holy Sect clashed violently, these two had also been locked in fierce battle. Now, as Lv Yang emerged, Guangming and Qin Tianhe exchanged glances before instinctively retreating their battlefield further away. As for Guanghai’s desperate call for help, Guangming ignored it completely—he had already seen Lv Yang drawing out that terrifying banner.
Meanwhile, the other Buddhist cultivators obeyed Guanghai’s command.
Seven Vajra Dharma Bodies immediately surged forward to reinforce Guanghai. Yet in the same heartbeat, Lv Yang shook the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner, unleashing a swarm of spectral banner spirits that darkened the skies.
"Kill them all."
Lv Yang issued this calm command before turning to face Guanghai, whose expression had turned grim. In Guanghai’s hand was a glowing talisman—the Soulbinding Talisman, a fruit-rank treasure of the Pure Land capable of instantly teleporting a marked individual to the user’s side. Guanghai had originally intended to summon the Eightfold Bodhisattva Disciple—but he had failed.
The next moment, as he surveyed his surroundings, the scenery had completely changed. They had shifted from within a spirit treasure to a serene landscape of clear waters and verdant mountains.
The Abyssal Stillness Diagram!
A fruit-rank treasure bestowed by Chongguang Zhenren to True Monarch Qingcheng Feixue, this formation possessed the unique ability to seal space itself. It had already been deployed the moment Lv Yang appeared.
Now that Lv Yang had found him, there was no escape.
Realizing this, Guanghai finally accepted his fate. He straightened his robes, his expression hardening as twelve radiant arrays materialized in a flash. His form vanished into the heart of the arrays, clearly opting to delay Lv Yang with formations rather than confront him directly.
Lv Yang scoffed at this.
"Why resist like a cornered beast? My banner has a spot waiting for you!"
As a seventh-rank formation master, he immediately saw through Guanghai’s tactics. Though the arrays were grand, their energies were not truly harmonized with their master.
Without hesitation, Lv Yang strode into the formation.
Guanghai immediately waved his array flag. The twelve arrays activated, their swirling golden lights coalescing into a majestic temple.
"Rise!"
Feeling the immense force within the formation, Guanghai finally exhaled in relief. These twelve arrays were actually fragments of a single grand design—its full form required thirty-six arrays. This formation was meant to be used in conjunction with the Eightfold Bodhisattva Disciple, creating an environment nearly identical to a Pure Land, amplifying their power. With the disciple invoking a borrowed Arhat status and combining it with the Pure Land-like environment, they could momentarily match a Foundation Building cultivator. Even incomplete, the twelve arrays alone were more than enough to repel ordinary foes.
Boom!
But before Guanghai could fully relax, a deafening explosion rocked the formation. The twelve arrays trembled violently, their structures cracking.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before Guanghai’s widening eyes, the arrays shattered in rapid succession—first one, then two, then three—collapsing at an alarming speed.
The sheer devastation left Guanghai frozen, his terror still unformed. He had thought he’d overestimated Lv Yang, but now he realized he’d underestimated him completely. A question echoed in his mind, one he knew Guanghui had asked before:
Could this man be at Foundation Building?
As the final arrays crumbled, Guanghai acted on instinct, pulling a lifelike dragon-shaped pendant from his robes.
Crack!
With a grimace, he crushed it.
A torrent of divine consciousness surged into his Spirit Sea.
Rumble!
The air stirred without wind. Guanghai’s face smoothed, all emotion vanishing. His eyes now glowed with brilliant golden light, his aura soaring to the brink of Foundation Building—yet still just short of it.
"Amitabha."
Buddhist chants thundered, their resonance rippling through the battlefield. The powerful presence startled the Holy Sect True Transmission and Buddhist Cultivators locked in combat.
"Retreat—now!" the Holy Sect cultivator barked, hastily withdrawing.
The Buddhist Cultivators erupted in cheers.
"It’s the Fulong Venerable One!"
"Guanghai must have summoned his master!"
"We’re saved!"
Foundation Building! Even a fragment of a Foundation Building divine consciousness was enough to send Refining Qi cultivators fleeing in fear. No wonder the Pure Land had been so confident—they had prepared this ace.
But then—
Boom!
The last of the twelve arrays shattered, releasing a flood of collapsing spiritual energy. Lv Yang stepped forth, a sword rainbow swirling around him. His expression remained calm.
This sight made the "Guanghai" figure narrow his eyes.
"Fellow cultivator, you possess profound wisdom. Why not renounce your path and join the Pure Land?"
Though the voice was Guanghai’s, it carried an unnatural allure—each word resonating like a monk’s chant, luring listeners to surrender their wills and spill their deepest secrets.
A false "renunciation"—a soul-searching temptation.
"Monk, you speak nonsense!" Lv Yang barked.
His Foundation Building divine consciousness, cultivated through the Heavenly Silkworm Secret, erupted, shattering the eerie influence.
But the "Guanghai" only grew more intrigued.
"So it’s the Nine Metamorphosis Dragon Art!"
He clasped his palms again, laughing warmly. "Why resist? Since you cultivate our sect’s true art, you and I are bound by fate."
"You’re right", Lv Yang said coldly, locking eyes with him. "I do share a fate with Fulong—but you’re merely a shadow, not the true dragon."
As he spoke, the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner shook.
From its depths strode Su Nu, the Guardian Deity. Her aura surged, surpassing even the "Guanghai" figure’s might.
The smug expression on "Guanghai’s" face faltered. Where his golden light had once illuminated the sky, dark, oppressive qi now surged, swallowing the heavens.
Seeing this, his smile faded completely.
"Laugh now—why the silence?" Lv Yang smirked, holding the banner as he gazed at Subduing Dragon Arhat like a predator eyeing prey. "My banner still needs a talent like you."
(End of Chapter)
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