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Chapter 283: Even Through Ten Thousand Calamities, I Shall Proceed!
Chapter 283: Even Through Ten Thousand Calamities, I Shall Proceed!
“I can’t keep fighting like this!”
Vimala Bhadra’s heart clenched with dread. His shattered golden body spilled streams of blood, and searing crimson flames slithered across his flesh like serpents. These infernal serpents, born from Lv Yang’s Dharma Body, infiltrated every crack in his ravaged form, burrowing into his organs to ignite a merciless conflagration. Worse still, a sinister force continued dragging at his soul.
By all accounts, he was now utterly outmatched.
Vimala Bhadra, suspended in midair, clasped his palms, his face contorted in anguish. Though motionless and defenseless, his mind remained razor-sharp.
“Should I use that sacred sword?”
He waited—waited for Lv Yang to strike first, to unleash that ocean-severing blade. But as moments stretched into silence, Lv Yang held back, sustaining the deadlock.
“Hmph!” Finally, Vimala Bhadra exhaled sharply, his expression shifting from relief to regret. “I underestimated you.”
As he spoke, the Pure Land Sage shook his body violently, as though shrugging off a garment. A layer of skin peeled away, cascading to the ground. With it vanished the wounds and blazing serpents Lv Yang had inflicted.
This was his hidden trump card. If Lv Yang had launched his Tribulation Tempest Blade, this technique would have absorbed the blow, sparing him the fatal strike.
But Lv Yang had not attacked.
To endure further would be to simmer in a frog-pot, a losing gamble. Forced to act preemptively, Vimala Bhadra deployed the technique anyway. Yet a question gnawed at him:
How did he know?
The Pure Land’s esoteric arts were vast, and his Burned Body Offering was a secret he’d never revealed. Logically, Lv Yang should have been unprepared.
“Did he… predict it?”
“But he’s merely a False Great True Sovereign! How could he see through me? Unless… he possesses a Heavenly Mechanism treasure. Then my chances would wither.”
Vimala Bhadra’s heart sank. The truth was stark: Lv Yang had pierced his ploy using the Tribulation Tempest Blade’s Insightful Clarity essence, which unraveled karmic threads to divine his intent.
The next moment, Vimala Bhadra sighed, palms still joined. Behind him, infinite shadows emerged—a congregation of Buddhist cultivators seated in temples, chanting in unison. Their voices swelled into a thunderous mantra, each syllable a gem, amplifying his power.
“Amitabha!”
The sacred chant exploded outward, shattering Lv Yang’s soul-binding essence. Vimala Bhadra vanished, replaced by an ancient temple—Immaculate Purity Temple!
Lv Yang’s eyes narrowed. “He’s even summoned his Pure Land temple’s Dao Foundation. This is desperation.”
Vimala Bhadra had little choice. Alongside the temple, he unveiled dozens of spirit treasures: prayer wheels, wooden fish, flying daggers, command banners, golden alms bowls, jeweled parasols, jade vials. Most were low or mid-tier, but together, they wove a radiant river encircling the temple, bolstered by a few supreme treasures.
Ten Thousand Treasures River!
A legacy from Treasure-Child, who’d once defected to the Pure Land, this technique now shielded him.
Lv Yang merely smirked. Flicking his finger, he conjured a Magnetic Disarray essence—a primordial magnetic force that nullified the Five Elements. It struck the treasure river like a beam of dissolution, melting the artifacts’ light into a flood of collapsing energy.
Vimala Bhadra’s face paled. To be driven to such straits by a mere opponent…
“Should I retreat?”
Pure Land cultivators were pragmatic. Now, fear crept into his resolve.
“I’m not at peak strength!” he raged inwardly. “If Hong Ju hadn’t wounded me earlier, triggering this clash with the boy’s techniques, I’d never be cornered like this! Recovery first—then revenge!”
Resolving to flee, he expanded the Immaculate Purity Temple into a gaping maw, swallowing Lv Yang whole. Then, seizing a beam of light, he fled toward the Modern Realm, determined to escape death.
But the temple’s walls stifled flight. Even Lv Yang’s Determine Kinship was sealed.
“Flee?” Lv Yang’s eyes glinted. With a shake of his form, the Heaven-Seizing Universal Command Myriad Phenomena Dharma Body erupted anew—a monstrous deity at the temple’s heart.
Three heads, six arms, a horrific visage gnashing its fangs. With a kick, it toppled Buddhas; with a roar, it razed sanctuaries. Six arms pounded the temple walls, each strike reverberating like thunder.
The Immaculate Purity Temple groaned, collapsing inward. Monks’ spectral chants rained karmic flames upon the Dharma Body, but the flames only fueled its rage. Deeper and deeper, the fists drove into the temple.
“Krgh—!” Vimala Bhadra spat blood.
“Damnable fiend!”
The temple was his Dao Foundation—meant to stall Lv Yang briefly. But now, the Dharma Body’s assault threatened to shatter it entirely. Yet retreat was his only path.
“I’ll escape first—once in the Modern Realm, he’ll never destroy my Dao Foundation!”
He vanished into the Foundation Building Stage.
But the next moment, icy dread gripped him.
Before him stood a youth in the Modern Realm—Lv Yang’s clone, gripping the Tribulation Tempest Blade.
Yet the real Lv Yang was still trapped in the temple!
“The clone!” Vimala Bhadra recalled the Immortal Embryo Clone he’d crushed earlier. It should’ve been pulp—how could it reform?
“Foolish!” If he’d stood his ground, the battle might’ve turned. But panic had sealed his fate.
Yet there was no time to deliberate.
Within the temple, Lv Yang’s true form ceased its assault. Focusing entirely on the clone, he relinquished his defenses, enduring the temple’s oppressive weight. His injuries surged—but so did the Dharma Body’s power, surging to its zenith.
Clang!
The clone’s Tribulation Tempest Blade sang with anticipation. Its earlier Xuanwei (Proclamation of Might) essence, expended in the ocean-severing strike, had recharged.
Vimala Bhadra steadied himself. “Kill me, and the Pure Land will never forgive you. The Bodhisattvas will hunt you without mercy. Is annihilation truly your wish?”
He didn’t expect mercy—only hesitation. A moment’s doubt would let him escape.
But the clone answered with a blade of unyielding resolve.
Xuanwei (Proclamation of Might)!
The ocean-severing slash returned. Vimala Bhadra’s form dissolved in its light, disintegrating into ash.
Ten thousand calamities await?
I shall proceed.
(End of Chapter)
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