Chapter 781: Destroying the Bodhisattva, the Immortal Lord Flees

To be honest, the shocks Master Yuchi endured today were already too many.

First, while hidden in the sky, she had overheard Jin Chan’s scheme.

At the time, she couldn’t help but furrow her brows, her thoughts rippling—something the other had noticed.

Though she had long known the Bodhi Sect conspired with demons, there was no need for the Three Immortal Sects to do such things, especially with the so-called Great Tribulation as an excuse…

The Great Tribulation cannot be defied.

Everyone simply pretended not to see, fooling themselves, and let it pass.

But now, the Bodhi Sect had torn through even this thin veil, preparing to descend personally and strike at mortals.

Master Yuchi had cultivated for many years; at this stage, she could no longer deceive her Dao heart with excuses of “responding to the tribulation,” and for a moment, she felt genuine unease.

But then she heard these monks had attacked the True Gods—and worse, intended to kill even her own fellow disciples of the Three Sects.

Could it be that being in Nan Zhou, far from the Sect Master, had blinded them?

So much so that they still hadn’t truly grasped how the tribulation was unfolding, still treating this matter as if it were a performance?

By now, Master Yuchi’s eyes were filled with astonishment.

Not only were the Three Sects fighting among themselves, but even fellow disciples from the same lineage were willing to slaughter each other for the tribulation’s fortune?!

Even more outrageous was this newly appeared Bodhisattva of Subduing Dragon and Tiger—his words suggested he didn’t regard any of them, not even Immortal Lords and Bodhisattvas, as human beings.

“Impudent!”

Jin Chan’s face twitched; since this youth had been brought into the sect by Qianbi Bodhisattva and assigned to guard the sutras—once his own duty—he had become famous after the battle beyond the Bei Liu River, and whispers had spread throughout the sect, mostly gossip about which of the two tigers was superior.

Though he knew he must not be swayed by others’ words, lest he be manipulated, he would never allow anyone in Nan Xumí to challenge his position.

Everyone knew Jin Chan was a disciple of the Future World-Honored One.

But only a few knew that this Future Buddha held two lineages: the Golden Cicada was the superior one, while Jin Chan’s was inferior.

Like a mortal imperial court with an empty throne, how could people not speculate?

Shen Yi’s words had struck a nerve deep within him.

It wasn’t jealousy on his part.

This half-bred cultivator truly had the audacity to challenge him for his position!

“Stubborn and arrogant! Daring to sabotage Nan Xumí’s grand plan—seize him and deliver him to Jing Shi Bodhisattva for judgment!”

“This time, I will strip you of your position!”

In just two sentences, Jin Chan had draped righteousness over Shen Yi’s head.

Though the other Bodhisattvas knew this was merely a power struggle between the two, after a brief hesitation—even the highest-ranked Qibao Bodhisattva—chose to side with Jin Chan.

In terms of sect background, Jianglong had too shallow roots; in terms of conduct, he was no better than Jin Chan, even worse.

Moreover, the Three Immortal Sects already knew too much—these two could not be allowed to escape; under these circumstances, how could Jianglong be permitted to interfere?

“Please surrender peacefully, and let Jing Shi Bodhisattva decide your fate.”

Qibao Bodhisattva bowed slightly toward the distant youth, then the seven radiant wheels surrounding the two old masters instantly expanded to engulf him as well.

At the same time, amid thunderous roars, the remaining Bodhisattvas all manifested their Dharma bodies.

Towering, majestic golden forms, heads touching the heavens, feet treading rivers and mountains, one hand raised in reverence, slowly gazing downward—golden eyes devoid of any emotion, only profound solemnity.

Low, resonant Buddhist chants spread outward; their aura gradually merged into an impenetrable barrier.

Simultaneously, each golden form extended another palm, all moving in unison to crush the figure below.

Like endless mountains collapsing from the heavens, they obscured all vision, plunging the earth into darkness.

Unlike the Three Immortal Sect, accustomed to solitary combat, the Bodhi Sect—from disciples up to these lofty Bodhisattvas—all excelled in intricate coordination; the more they gathered, the greater their power multiplied.

“Hiss!”

Seeing the colossal palms descending like a storm, the two old masters didn’t hesitate—they blasted away in panic.

Had it not been for Jianglong’s sudden appearance, they themselves would now be the targets of this capture.

These monks had no flashy spells or myriad arts—but when it came to subduing demons and suppressing evil, they were unmatched.

When they reached the edge of the aura, their movements were abruptly halted.

Even though they weren’t the primary targets, they couldn’t break the seal in the short term.

“...”

Master Yuchi gritted her teeth and turned back: “If you have no objections, let us three join forces—our chances of victory are at least eighty percent!”

If even the two of them found this so difficult, how much worse for the youth trapped within the golden palm?

If these Bodhisattvas picked them off one by one, even with magic treasures to protect him, escape would be nearly impossible.

But that one glance left Master Yuchi momentarily frozen in midair.

The dozens of palms, leaving no room for escape, hung suspended in midair—the youth within hadn’t moved at all, only radiating the same aura.

Qibao Bodhisattva sensed something was wrong and opened his mouth to warn—but it was too late.

Shen Yi merely flicked his sleeve.

The next instant, his entire body erupted in radiant light, wielding boundless might, shattering the hovering palms, sending the towering golden forms reeling backward—their solid golden bodies trembling, visibly on the verge of collapse!

Then, Shen Yi clenched his five fingers.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A series of deafening explosions shook the earth; the surprised Bodhisattvas hadn’t even processed the lingering aura’s force when they instinctively turned in horror.

Each boom was a massive artifact, equal in scale to a golden body, crashing down.

A great sword wreathed in golden-red flames, a treasure bell carrying surging oceans, a demon-subduing club radiating thick energy, a coiled dragon flail stirring violent winds.

They slammed down, suppressing all four directions.

At the same time, the sky’s radiant light finally coalesced into a faint human silhouette—its form surpassing all previous golden bodies, blotting out the blue heavens, gazing down from among white clouds.

A halo rose behind it, slowly hovering in the heavens, shining in harmony with the four artifacts, forming its own world!

“Hah!”

Master Yuchi’s breath grew heavy, her pupils trembling slightly.

The youth said nothing—only responded with action.

He needed no alliance—he had already enveloped both of them within this world.

If you counted the demon lord, this man intended to fight seven at once!

But feeling the solidity of this world, Master Yuchi didn’t think Shen Yi arrogant at all—compared to this realm, the earlier aura barrier formed by the Bodhisattvas was as fragile as thin paper.

“You...”

Jin Chan finally snapped back to reality, but his voice was hoarse and trembling, his throat parched as if on fire.

Though he was the youngest among those present,

his noble status gave him sharp insight.

One glance told him how profound and mysterious this technique was.

How was this possible?! When he became a Bodhisattva, this man was still brawling with fourth-rank cultivators—and had even lost the Great Sutra! How could he have reached this level in so short a time?

Who was his master? What cultivation method did he practice?

Could there truly be someone stronger than my own master?

“Don’t... don’t panic.”

Jin Chan forced himself to steady his mind: “Let us combine our strength and break this seal first—his actions are intolerable in Nan Xumí; someone will come to subdue him!”

All were great sect Bodhisattvas—who didn’t have a few hidden tricks?

“...”

Qibao Bodhisattva gazed at the distant youth and sighed slowly: “You break the seal—I’ll hold him off.”

They had discussed background, character—

but forgotten the most important thing.

Who could have imagined he possessed such power?

As the eldest Bodhisattva in Nan Xumí, only he could delay this man for even a moment.

“I still remember when you stood before me—how utterly different you looked then.”

Qibao Bodhisattva watched the youth approach, his eyes filled with nostalgia: “Had I known you’d become so arrogant, I would have crushed you with one palm when you were on He Shan.”

He understood the need to seize fortune decisively—the youth clearly had the talent and strength to ascend—but Nan Zhou hadn’t even been broken yet, and already they were rushing into internal strife? This was too much.

“I only hope it’s not too late.”

The old monk clasped his palms again; the seven radiant wheels above shot down like beads on a string, quietly hovering around the two.

He didn’t need to defeat this demon—he only needed to hold out until the seal was broken.

For this man to dare kill a disciple of the Future Buddha, even if Great Freedom Jing Shi Bodhisattva didn’t kill him, he would surely strip his Dao fruit and expel him from Nan Xumí.

Hearing this, Shen Yi rubbed his wrist and murmured: “Thank you, Bodhisattva, for teaching me.”

A simple phrase—yet Qibao Bodhisattva snapped his head up, eyes wide with disbelief.

After all, this man had once claimed in Qisheng Marsh that he went to He Shan under Qianbi Bodhisattva’s orders—logically, he had already allied with Qianbi by then; why would he need Qibao to teach him a single Golden Lotus technique?

Unless all of it was a lie.

But if so, how could this man, who had only been practicing the Golden Lotus technique years ago, now effortlessly subdue so many third-rank experts?

Too many confusions left Qibao momentarily stunned—but what puzzled him most was this: how could Shen Yi dare speak the truth? Didn’t he fear Qibao reporting him to Nan Xumí?

The next instant, the fist hurtling toward him answered all questions.

His pupils shrank to needle points, his breath froze—he had no time to speak, his body instinctively recoiled backward.

CRACK! CRACK!

In the instant the fist, bones clearly defined, struck, the seven radiant wheels shattered without even a breath’s delay.

The next moment, the fist silently struck the old monk’s heart.

His expression froze, his body then crumbled like flowing sand, dissolving into golden specks until he vanished utterly from the mortal world.

“Huh…”

The golden toad, still desperately smashing at the rosy light, watched in horror as the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva perished, his entire manifestation freezing in place.

His eyes bulged wide, fear surging across his brows and eyes, his lips trembling violently.

A single punch had crushed a Bodhisattva of Six-Six Transformations.

Immediately after, his whole body jolted violently.

Because the figure in the ink-colored robe had already arrived before him.

“I… I won’t fight you anymore!”

“I’ll return to Southern Sumeru at once—until the calamity ends, I’ll never leave the mountain again, or… or I can serve the Venerable…”

The golden toad’s mind was a chaos; he didn’t even know what words were leaving his mouth—he only stared blankly at that pale, calm face, before a whipping kick slammed into his shoulder.

Boom!

The golden toad’s manifestation shattered instantly, his entire form flung backward, crashing into the giant dragon-lizard.

The surging golden river swallowed both, and within moments, all life ceased.

On the other side.

Jade Pool Ancestor stared, face ashen, his hand on the storage magic treasure trembling uncontrollably.

He had never imagined such a one-sided massacre could occur between cultivators of the same realm—like slaughtering pigs and dogs.

At that moment, a chill ran through him, for the young man far away had slowly turned his gaze back.

“I advise you to put away your little trinkets.”

Shen Yi shook his head seriously, slowly raising his palm, two streams of light flickering at his fingertips.

Upon seeing the severely damaged Nine Suns Flag and Fire Dragon Chariot, Jade Pool Ancestor felt as if he were suffocating; then, the clear voice beside him made his skin crawl.

“Unless you also have a master who will die in your place and send you into the Grand Void Realm.”

Before these two magic treasures, the meaning was unmistakable: Tianwu Ancestor was dead, Shenxu Ancestor was dead… the only one who escaped with his life was the Grand Void Elixir Emperor.

The young man withdrew his gaze and surged forward again.

Each strike meant the death of another Bodhisattva—he walked as if through an empty land.

“Hurry! Hurry!”

Hearing the surrounding screams, Jade Pool Ancestor, though unharmed, felt his spirit slowly crumbling.

He could no longer hold back and roared at his side.

“I’m already giving everything I’ve got!”

Shen Mountain Ancestor, gripping the ancient bronze seal granted by the Northern Continent, wildly swung it at the rosy light.

Finally, as a crack appeared in the rosy light, his face lit with ecstatic joy—he grabbed Jade Pool Ancestor and dashed outward: “Go!”

Almost simultaneously.

Shen Yi had just eliminated the last Bodhisattva.

He watched the two fleeing figures but did not pursue; instead, the celestial manifestation above, long silent, finally extended its arm.

The motion seemed slow, yet it spanned ten thousand li in an instant.

The vast, thick palm instantly covered both their bodies—an endless pressure left the two Ancestors with no way to heaven, no path to earth.

Jade Pool Ancestor’s eyes filled with despair; he immediately summoned the Ten-Li Crimson Incense Silk granted by the Northern Continent. The crimson ribbon surged in the wind, like clouds and mist, wrapping around the golden giant arm, holding it fast.

But neither Ancestor showed any relief.

Having witnessed the slaughter moments before, they knew no single magic treasure could hold him—this only delayed their deaths by a few moments.

Indeed, the crimson ribbon soon began to tremble, clearly straining.

As the giant palm loomed once more.

At that moment, a colossal indigo figure appeared from afar, fleeing as if its life depended on it, racing toward the wilderness!

An equally terrifying pressure swept past.

“Southern Emperor!”

Jade Pool Ancestor’s heart leapt—he saw the distant young man furrow his brow slightly in surprise; correspondingly, the golden celestial manifestation hesitated, then turned its gaze toward the Southern Emperor’s fleeing direction.

“Run—”

Jade Pool Ancestor finally saw a glimmer of hope.

He didn’t know what had happened, but the Southern Emperor’s state clearly meant the breach of Pozhou had failed.

With the Dragon-Lizard Beast Sovereign dead, and the Dragon-Taming Bodhisattva unwilling to let the Southern Emperor escape, this might be their only chance!

Thinking this, Jade Pool Ancestor didn’t even glance at the Ten-Li Crimson Incense Silk again—he abandoned the magic treasure, seized Shen Mountain Ancestor, and fled without looking back.

(End of Chapter)