Chapter 200: 199 Strange Buddha

Wang Wu hasn't used this transformation state for a long time, in his memory.

He also doesn't remember when it began; the Heavenly Demon Body skill doesn't seem to appear often, only a few times when he was still living in Wang Gu Lin.

And after that, since he had money, since his relationship with the masters became better, and with the use of various supplements, the 'Heavenly Demon Body' skill naturally had far fewer occasions to be used.

But this is not because the skill is trash; on the contrary, before the True Martial version, the Heavenly Demon Body, formally called 'Heavenly Demon Vajra Body', and the Yinji Divine Sect's Yinji True Divine Body were both very important skills.

From the ninth rank to the first rank, each realm corresponds to a new 'Divine Body'.

This transformation skill exists in many sects; it can basically be understood as the super transformation state humans had before developing 'True Martial', which can boost many attributes.

And it has no side effects, not even extra energy consumption.

If we compare, it's more like King Frisa's three-stage transformation and Shalu's three-stage evolution; three-stage evolution or several-stage evolution, I don't remember.

In short, this is essentially a liberation form, not an amplified transformation like a Super Saiyan.

It sounds like there's no difference, but whether there's a difference or not doesn't matter; this is unimportant.

What matters is that, after many years—actually not many years, two years or maybe one year—Wang Wu once again activated his Heavenly Demon True Form.

And this time, his Heavenly Demon True Form is no longer just a 'True Realm Great Demon', but, like Hu Yuan before him, is infinitely close to a Third-Grade Warrior…

— the Evil Demon Heretic.

If we use the terminology here.

At this moment, in the eyes of these cultivators, Wang Wu is an 'Evil Demon Heretic'.

"Benefactor."

Wang Wu's voice is compassionate; even though there is no air in space, everyone present can clearly hear that grand voice.

Supremely compassionate, supremely violent, supremely righteous, supremely evil.

"Shut up!!!"

Facing Wang Wu's rambling, Hu Yuan turns a deaf ear; although his eyes and ears are bleeding, his strong will still resists Wang Wu's mental attack.

The techniques of Jijian Vajra Sect and Yinji Divine Sect both carry a mental‑damage attribute, or rather, almost all sect techniques on Earth's martial path have some of this damage.

But Earthlings basically aren't affected by this damage, because they are fully developed polygonal warriors; if you can't break through their physical defense, don't expect to break through their mental defense.

Of course, unless your mental attack power is exceptionally strong.

And that is exactly Jijian Vajra Sect's strong point.

Rugged and unmatched, yet oddly bizarre, this is the world's number‑one or two demon sect, Jijian Vajra Sect.

Although the sect leader's strength appears not very strong, that 'not very strong' is relative to other T0‑level peerless masters; compared with the masters of the surface world, Qin Xiang's strength is terrifying.

And Wang Wu, as a disciple of Jijian Vajra Sect and a Direct Transmission Disciple of Qin Xiang, his Heavenly Demon True Form has naturally been carefully guided by his masters.

"Buddha"

Although he doesn't look like it, at this moment Wang Wu indeed possesses a 'Buddha Statue'.

Regardless of resemblance, this is Buddha.

Now Wang Wu bears a Merit Wheel, performs the Demon‑Subduing Seal, exudes unmatched majesty, and radiates a vast righteous aura.

Although that Merit Wheel is blood‑colored, beneath the right finger of the Demon‑Subduing Seal lies a sea of blood.

But that is unimportant; after all, he's Buddha, that's all.

"Benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore, Benefactor."

After transforming into the Heavenly Demon Body, Wang Wu's tone even changes, becoming unfathomably profound, full of compassion, showing no trace of his former impetuousness; he appears supremely tranquil and harmonious…

At least he thinks so himself.

"This, this, this…"

At the same time, on the Dragon sisters' boat, Chai Zhi, Long He, and Long Qing watch the image projected by Yin Shenli, all of their faces showing utter shock.

"This is, this is…"

"Surprised?" Yin Shenli's voice rang out, pulling the women from their shocked state back to reality; they all turned to look at Yin Shenli: "Little Wu, he…"

"Demon?"

"Of course." Yin Shenli nodded, "Didn't he tell you he is a Heavenly Demon?"

"But how could a demon…"

"We are Heavenly Demons, not the demons of your side." Yin Shenli still cooperates with her disciple; in this world she also calls herself a Heavenly Demon.

And she quite likes that title; despite Wang Wu's cultivation level being mediocre, he always likes to slack off and take pills, um, taking pills isn't really a problem.

But habitually slacking off and pretending to work hard is definitely unacceptable.

The most taboo thing on the cultivation path is this; although Wang Wu thinks he is already diligent enough, to his masters his diligence is only at the level of an ordinary sect disciple.

His innate talent isn't outstanding, not a genius like them; if he doesn't work hard, relying on hard work to make up for lack, then he can only grind slowly.

That won't do, that's not good.

Therefore, this battle is a test given by Yin Shenli to Wang Wu, which will greatly benefit his cultivation.

However, the one who cultivates is not only Wang Wu; after learning that this world has masters comparable to himself, Yin Shenli naturally set her sights here.

Not only him, but also many people back home.

Now many people know of Wang Wu's existence; lately Wang Wu has been busy with life matters, so he hasn't been surfing the Earth's internet world. Now many people are waiting to add him as a friend, wanting to join the 'Jitian Divine Palace'.

On Earth, even cosmic battles have to be restrained; you can't truly enjoy them. Even if virtual space can perfectly support top‑tier strongmen unleashing full firepower, the virtual world is still just virtual.

Even if it can achieve perfect replication, it's still not the same as real combat.

Even if the equipment is superb, even if cognition is shielded, treating every virtual battle as a real life‑or‑death fight, the body is still outside.

Even if it reaches 99.9%, in the end, it's still not true perfection.

But now it's different; a brand‑new world awaits them.

It can let them unleash their martial power without restraint, allowing them the most exhilarating battles.

Until death, never stopping.

The New Humans aren't as delusional as the Old Humans; comparatively, they are relatively normal.

But this normalcy only counts when compared to the Old Humans; if compared to the Earthlings from Wang Wu's hometown, or to the people here, then…

Um, of course it's also very normal—extremely normal.

At present, the ruler of Cloud Light City, who is also the head of Cloud Crane Gate, Wu He, has learned about Wang Wu's situation, and regarding the Extreme Heaven Divine Palace, his attitude is rather cautious.

He is not, like other strong ones, eager to rush in; instead, he immediately convened a brief meeting concerning the civilian organization "Extreme Heaven Divine Palace" founded by Wang Wu.

The purpose of that meeting was primarily to protect the world Wang Wu inhabits—yes, to protect Wang Wu's world.

Everyone knows what happens when strong ones start fighting; once they do, it's not merely scorching heaven and boiling sea—it directly destroys star systems and burns the galaxy in a super massive melee.

He is fairly familiar with the state of the universe on Wang Wu's side; he had previously asked Wang Wu and conducted a detailed investigation.

This place was already a universe in less‑than‑ideal condition; if it undergoes another round of turmoil by Earth's strong ones, then perhaps…

Of course, a universe that houses super‑strong beings even stronger than him naturally has a robust capacity, just like his own hometown.

But that is no excuse for people here to casually commit mass slaughter in others' homes.

If they are numerous enough, the top‑tier New Human strong ones can cause extremely terrifying destruction.

Not because of individual power, but because these beasts often carry strange, magical gadgets on their person.

As the Old Humans' most perfect creation—or their ultimate evolution—the flawless form they yearn for, the gods of the old world naturally prepared the most expensive gift for them.

Here, fighting never occurs without external aid, even though the fights are for cultivation, for frenzied struggle on the brink of life and death, to achieve ultimate evolution.

But there is another group—yes, for example his own younger brother, another woman who has already gone over there, and some well‑known masters from the Dark Realm.

These people fight solely to win; even if their intent during combat is cultivation or evolution, when the life‑or‑death moment arrives, they usually do only one thing:

"Draw the gun"

Sometimes it's simply a gun, but a single shot can kill a strong one of his caliber.

Other times it's pulling out a bomb.

"Ha ha, I'm dead; don't even think you'll survive!!!"

These are all products of the old world; their power needs no explanation.

And that is precisely why Wu He intends to strictly control the Extreme Heaven Divine Palace organization.

As for Yin Shenli, she's already intoxicated by love, obedient to that kid, and certainly won't casually blow up her lover's hometown.

But the others are different; the candidates going over there must be strictly controlled.

As for how to control them? The answer, of course, is an unbeatable cyber police and ride‑hailing service with 24‑hour monitoring.

If someone here wants to go over, they must send a location and summon a ride‑hailing car; as long as those two are managed, there will be no problem.

Why can ride‑hailing cars traverse the universe, and why can location apps pinpoint across universes?

Location apps and taxis do exactly that; what's so strange about this common sense?

Anyway, Wu He doesn't find it odd at all.

"His blood flows with ours, and part of it is yours as well."

At this moment, Yin Shenli is fully in character, beginning to set up a backstory for Wang Wu:

"We, the Heavenly Demon Clan, are the true demons."

"Look at me, feel this aura—does it not represent the scent you demon races despise and fear most?"

While speaking, Yin Shenli's aura continuously spread; instantly, the three female demons felt all their blood solidify at that moment.

The Yin Extreme Divine Sect does not cultivate demonic bodies, but in terms of strangeness, it is by no means inferior to the Extreme Heaven Vajra Gate.

Such a bizarre aura also instinctively evokes disgust and fear in the local demon races.

"Heavenly demons are said to be myriad and boundless."

When she saw several demons so frightened they nearly wet themselves, Yin Shenli withdrew her aura at that moment.

Although those three female demons now have to change their pants almost daily.

Nevertheless, to put it another way, these few are truly conservative—perhaps the most conservative demon race Yin Shenli has ever encountered.

Facing Wang Wu, the most outrageous thing they ever do is occasionally, by accident, place a foot on his face; beyond that, nothing else.

And Wang Wu is also a useless person, allowing those three female demons to bully him without even thinking of retaliation.

Useless.

Their spaceship is about three hundred million kilometers from the spot where Wang Wu and Hu Yuan are fighting, so the three human cultivators there did not notice them.

More precisely, it is Yin Shenli's skill that kept them hidden, not the inherent concealment of the Jade Plate.

A mere three hundred million kilometers is nothing for cultivators of this caliber.

When he incarnates as a Heavenly Demon, the world Wang Wu sees becomes entirely different.

He saw many things: the hatred in Hu Yuan's heart, the woman behind Hu Yuan, and the twisted humanoid figures drifting throughout the surrounding universe.

"Is that your junior sister?"

When the beam he raised his hand to fire was dodged by Hu Yuan, and simultaneously a zero‑point‑one‑times‑light‑speed flying sword pierced forward, and after meeting the iron pellet launched by that female cultivator, Wang Wu surged forward, his form flickering through space, crossing tens of thousands of kilometers in an instant to land near Hu Yuan.

Dodging the returning sword again, Wang Wu continued:

"I saw her; I saw her rotting face."

"I saw her jagged skeleton."

"I see the flames burning within your body."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!!"

Hu Yuan screamed wildly, accelerating his body to the limit, his speed once again surpassing Wang Wu's.

"You monster, evil spirit, heretic!!! Silence yourself!"

"Piercing Heaven Ultimate Sword!! Slash steel, break demons, punish evil!!"

"Go!!!"

Under each command, the flying swords split from one into two, from two into four, and finally became seventy‑two small swords that surged straight toward Wang Wu.

Wang Wu's voice remained calm and compassionate.

His two hands press the Buddha Seal, confronting the enemy, and his aura likewise climbs with each beat.

"Patron, your junior sister has already become your obsession," Wang Wu says:

"She is the crimson skull that rests upon you; at this rate, you will eventually be swallowed by that skull."

"Because she is not your junior sister, but the one in your heart..."

"Demon."

"Amitabha."

With a long sigh and a Buddha chant, at that moment a flesh‑and‑blood eye surfaced within the crystal of Wang Wu's forehead.

"Then let me liberate the patron and slay the inner demon..."

"Thus have I heard: At one time the Buddha was in the Shewei Kingdom."

"Jishu gives the Lonely Garden, together with the great Bhikshu assembly."

"One thousand two hundred and fifty persons assembled; at that time the World‑Honored One."

"Meal time. Wearing robes, holding a bowl."

"Demon! Demon! Demon!!!"

Hu Yuan roared continuously, his face twisted like a monster, and the aura emanating from his body grew faintly warped and strange.

In the pitch‑black cosmos, a four‑armed monster sat cross‑legged on a lotus platform, and the eerie Buddhist sutra echoed through the soundless void.

Before it stood three robed cultivators, swords in hand, forming the Buddha Seal, their expressions exceedingly solemn.

(End of chapter)