Chapter 787: The Immortal Vow True Lord, the Great Vow Bodhisattva

"Hah!"

The giant waves roared and churned, drowning Qixian who had been trapped in the air by the Fire Lotus.

He was soaked through; his originally neat hair was now messily plastered against his cheeks.

Yet this middle-aged man seemed to have his throat strangled by an invisible hand, breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, his eyes nearly bulging out as he stared fixedly at the front like he was seeing a ghost.

Although Qixian was a third-rank Great Luo Immortal, having always been by the Emperor's side, his insight was incomparable to ordinary cultivators.

The aura that erupted from the white-robed Monk just now, the strength of his path, had surpassed many elders within the sect; only the outstanding Jin Xian like Master Qingguang might have a chance to contend with him.

This person was absolutely no ordinary Great Self-Realization Bodhisattva; no matter which Nan Xumi Mountain he came from, he must be one who held great power and was deeply trusted by the True Buddha.

Such a powerful being actually risked a huge danger to come so close to Beizhou to carry out this unspeakable ambush.

The matter itself was already enough to make one's hair stand on end.

But right at this moment, Qixian actually saw this Great Self-Realization Bodhisattva being ruthlessly blasted down from the sky by someone!

"You... just who are you?"

He raised his head to look up at the sky, his throat burning with pain, his voice as faint as a mosquito's.

In an instant, a towering figure stepped slowly out of the turbulent universe, his entire body seemingly cast from Bai Yu, unstained by a single speck of dust; behind him was a slowly rotating jade wheel, and swaying ribbons parted the clouds, with golden light sprinkling down like fine rain onto this desolate marsh.

Merely glancing once, Qixian felt his eyes sting; that dense, overwhelming pressure swept down from all directions, as if he were gazing directly at a heaven and earth that had taken human form.

The marsh surged, and the Green Fire Lotus Throne re-emerged from the water, like a small boat, seemingly about to be swallowed again at any moment.

Master Qingguang raised his trembling arms, clasped his palms together again, his body quickly stabilizing as he lifted his head to gaze at the sky.

Two Dao patterns were flowing within it; he saw them clearly, with no falsehood.

Within the vast Puti Sect, not a single person knew that another Great Self-Realization Bodhisattha had appeared in the sect.

"Immovable Vajra King."

Master Qingguang whispered the name again, his face twitching slightly; his rock-solid Buddhist heart was now gradually beginning to waver.

The flames on the Green Lotus grew even weaker.

It was not due to fear.

Although it seemed just now that he had taken a loss, the main reason was that Master Qingguang was using the mindset of fighting Immortals to engage in magical combat; after the short staff was blocked, he was startled by the suddenly appearing Dao patterns and momentarily lost his composure.

The true great difficulty he encountered lay in his path.

Just as the fire that purifies the world's filth was rising, the opponent suddenly transformed into a Great Self-Realization Bodhisattva; when the filth was no longer filth, the fire of purification began to waver.

That slight twitching began to spread throughout his entire body.

On Master Qingguang's beautiful hands, veins gradually bulged, and his pupils could not stop dilating and constricting.

"No, your heart is not in Nan Xumi; you are not a Bodhisattva, but a demon who used tricks to sit upon the Lotus Throne."

"Defiling the Buddhist light of my sect, you deserve to be suppressed for ten thousand ages!"

The Bai Shan on the Monk's body surged wildly; the pale red between his skin became even more obvious, and his entire body seemed as if it were about to be scalded to death.

The Green Lotus beneath him also began to burn, as if to evaporate the entire marsh; the green color on the Lotus Throne slowly faded, and under the forging of this pure flame, it gradually transformed into a transparent, colorless Jade Lotus.

Until with a "puchi" sound, his pupils turned into two wisp of rising white flames.

Master Qingguang released his clasped palms and retrieved the short staff again; the instant his five fingers gripped it tightly, golden sutras flickered on the black staff body.

"Subdue the Demon!"

He raised the staff high, making a motion to smash down from above.

A massive shadow appeared behind him, like a giant pillar supporting the sky, ruthlessly pressing down on the Bai Yu creation in the sky.

"..."

Shen Yi stood suspended in the air; the sutras on the giant pillar shadow fell like a waterfall, forming a prison around him, shaped like thin gauze yet indestructible.

He extended his right palm, loosely clenching his five fingers, and a dark golden prayer staff gathered in his palm.

The next moment, right in the eyes of Master Qingguang who was glaring with righteous anger, this Bai Yu body actually vanished from its spot.

The Monk's peripheral vision caught sight of the water surface; immediately, his heart startled. He saw that in the marsh which had not yet fully returned to calm, black lines like silk and mist had inexplicably appeared, resembling a terrifying huge mouth ready to devour people, making one's heart tremble.

He reacted quickly, holding the staff and turning to smash back.

However, a prayer staff had already swung over; before Master Qingguang's arm could come down, it struck his face hard.

Crack!

Only at this moment did Master Qingguang understand the true meaning of the four words "Immovable Vajra King."

The vast force made his cheekbones collapse instantly; his lips were torn open by force, blood spraying everywhere. This was a body shaped after ascending to the Heavenly Dao, yet under that prayer staff, it appeared so fragile.

Master Qingguang let out a low roar; even though injured, the short staff still swung as before.

However, the next moment, four hands of Bai Yu suddenly seized his arms and shoulders, pinning him firmly onto the Lotus Throne.

Shen Yi's expression was indifferent as he ruthlessly swung the staff again.

The heavy head of the staff fell, brutally smashing the Monk's knees.

First the mouth, then the legs.

The pure fire on the colorless Jade Lotus surged back fiercely; in just an instant, Shen Yi's spotless Bai Yu body was scorched red.

By the time the flames tried to wrap around this Bai Yu creation, he had already lifted the prayer staff and vanished again into the black mist beneath the water.

Just as Master Qingguang adjusted his Buddhist heart, the Jade Void Universe had quietly enveloped every corner of this marsh; in other words, as long as one was within this universe, Shen Yi was everywhere.

"Hah! Hah!"

Master Qingguang obviously reacted as well; slumped on the Jade Lotus, unable to wipe the blood from his face, he quickly soared into the air, moving away from the pitch-black marsh below.

The fruit position entrusted to the Heavenly Dao radiated light; the calamity force accumulated within it poured in along the great Dao meridians he had once walked, quickly repairing this body for him.

Moments later, the Monk, leaning on his knees which were still bloody but had barely healed, stumbled to his feet.

He panted heavily, looking around; where was the composure from before?

To be honest, the Jade Void Universe Dao Fruit of the opponent, among the Jin Xian, could barely be called superior; after all, for Immortals, having room to maneuver makes it convenient for them to wield various divine arts and spiritual treasures, but since it still requires external objects for assistance, it certainly cannot be counted as supreme.

That is why Jing Shi Zunzhe rushed in immediately; this was not a rash move, but a tactic to deny Shen Yi time to prepare.

It was clearly an absolutely correct decision, yet who could have expected that what emerged from the black clouds was not a formation spiritual treasure, but a Dharma body of a Bodhisattva renowned for its physical form.

To deal with such a Bodhisattva, one must use various methods to trap and kill it; under no circumstances should one engage in a direct clash.

But now, combined with this universe, it once again blocked Jing Shi Zunzhe's train of thought; for a moment, he felt a touch of confusion, not knowing how to respond, and could only prepare defenses first.

"..."

At the same time, Shen Yi examined his crimson arm; merely having been licked by that pure flame had already left signs of it melting.

He raised his eyes slightly, looking toward the Monk in the distance whose injuries were rapidly healing.

So calamity power can be used this way.

No wonder a group of Jin Xian leaped out of the Two Realms, yet still remained obsessed with the imperial qi of the mortal world.

When fighting with magical arts, it comes down to whose foundation is deeper.

The Tongtian Path achieved by dual cultivation of the Immortal and the Practitioner is indeed formidable; even at a disadvantage against Buddhist treasures, it could still suppress a famous Great Self-Blessed Bodhisattva, but if it fell into a stalemate... with only over two hundred thousand kalpas stored in his Dao Fruit, he would obviously suffer greatly.

In this situation, withdrawing was clearly the best choice.

But if this Bodhisattva, who knows so much, were to return to South Nan Xumi, his own life might be saved, but continuing to participate in this Great Calamity would become difficult.

It was hard enough to intervene in the affairs of the Eastern Continent and trigger a great conflict between the two sects.

Although he did not know how long it would take to reshape his flesh, even three or five months would be enough for him to do many more things.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi slowly closed his eyes; when he opened them again, a pair of pupil-less Bai Yu eyes revealed a hint of chilling cold.

The next moment.

A white shadow shot out from the black clouds once more.

The dark golden meditation staff swung straight down toward the bald head of the Bai Shan Monk.

But Jing Shi Zunzhe had walked the mortal world for so many years; how rich was his experience? Previously, he had suffered a great loss because he was unaware of the situation and caught off guard; now that he was prepared, how could he fall into the same trap twice?

He suddenly raised his head, waved his hand, and flung out the string of Buddhist beads from before, tightly wrapping around the suddenly attacking meditation staff.

Immediately, scriptures appeared on his Bai Shan robe as well; his sleeves fluttered up, blocking Shen Yi's line of sight.

Jing Shi Zunzhe waved the short staff again, striking the opponent's shoulder without holding back.

A Second-Rank magical duel lies in calculation.

This time, it was clear that this Yu Yu True Person was anxious; that meant he had gained the upper hand.

"..."

But just then, Jing Shi Zunzhe's face showed no joy; instead, his expression changed slightly.

In a situation where he was clearly at a disadvantage, the person before him showed no intention of retreating; instead, he simply let go of the meditation staff and rushed straight forward.

"Do you think you can bluff this poor monk?"

Jing Shi Zunzhe had seen everything; how could he fall for such a petty trick?

Fierceness flashed across the corner of his eye.

Victory is victory, defeat is defeat; every sip and every bite has its destined number; if one calculates everything clearly, how could one fear?

In an instant, the short staff landed on the shoulder of that Bai Yu creation, but it failed to shatter this Dharma body as Jing Shi Zunzhe had imagined; it only caused cracks to instantly spread across its shoulder bones and chest.

The next moment, a heavy fist fiercely smashed Jing Shi Zunzhe's jaw, followed by four massive arms slamming their elbows into his body.

Amidst the deafening boom, the Monk, along with the lotus throne beneath him, was sent flying backward.

After finally stabilizing his posture, Jing Shi Zunzhe looked forward with some apprehension; the strength of the Unmoving King Bodhi seat was truly enough to make him gasp.

Despite making a mistake and suffering the disadvantage of the Buddhist treasure, he had still managed to force a mutual severe injury with him.

Barbarian!

Jing Shi Zunzhe touched his shattered jaw, his body trembling as he rose; with a casual grip, he saw that the meditation staff which had previously belonged to Shen Yi was now wrapped by the Buddhist beads and firmly grasped in his palm.

Having retrieved this Buddhist treasure, his heart was greatly steadied; if the opponent was unwilling to abandon this flesh, he should be turning to flee now; once in such a situation, he had plenty of methods to suppress this beast.

Before Jing Shi Zunzhe could finish thinking, his eyelids twitched again.

He saw Shen Yi rub his shoulders slightly; not only did he have no intention of fleeing, he did not even mobilize calamity power to repair the Dharma body; he raised his eyes slightly to look, and his figure vanished from the spot once more.

This madman... Jing Shi Zunzhe felt that wolf-like gaze, his heart rate suddenly accelerating; without thinking, he turned and swung the meditation staff, and sure enough, it met the incoming six heavy fists again.

Even with the ability of immortality, no Second-Rank cultivator would squander the calamity power they had painstakingly accumulated in such a manner.

If this happened two more times, the consumption just to repair the Dharma body would almost equal the cost of a complete reshaping.

Moreover, the opponent gave him no room to repair at all!

Jing Shi Zunzhe finally felt the desire to retreat; this youth acted without regard for gain or loss, not at all like an ordinary Jin Xian or Great Self-Blessed Bodhisattva, as if he had no brain.

He was sent flying backward, summoning the Jing Shi Fire to forcibly stop that Bai Yu creation.

But he did not take the opportunity to withdraw; instead, he turned his head to look at the half-dead figure in the air: "You heard quite a lot just now; this poor monk will send you back; you should know what to do."

Before the words finished, the flames binding Qixian once again took the shape of a lotus; instead of harming him, they carried him.

Qixian had thought his situation today was one of certain death; where could he have expected such a turn of events? He immediately replied with wild joy: "Please rest assured, Bodhisattva; this junior will certainly expose this beast's true face within the sect."

Having spoken, he lay clumsily on the lotus throne and shot straight toward the outside of the Great Marsh.

"..."

The Bai Yu creation stepped slowly out of the flames, its crack-covered body glowing slightly red.

He looked toward the distance.

Qixian seemed to sense that gaze; he turned back in terror, but saw nothing.

The instant he withdrew his gaze, a pair of long, agile legs suddenly appeared in his pupils; trembling, he raised his eyes to look, meeting a pair of pupil-less jade eyes.

"Senior Yu Yu... you know... I, I am a Practitioner under the Emperor's seat..."

A dull crack silenced those begging words abruptly.

Shen Yi lifted his right foot from that shattered skull and looked once more in the previous direction.

The Bodhisattva of World Purification met his gaze indifferently. Seizing that moment, he had already poured the calamity force into the wooden fish in his palm. In the next instant, the wooden fish grew to a height of seven or eight zhang. He sneered and walked through the crack.

In an instant, the massive wooden fish pierced straight through the long sky. In nearly the blink of an eye, it was about to dash out of this Tianyan Siji universe.

This wooden fish was a Buddhist treasure that the Bodhisattva of World Purification had been tempering since he ascended to the Second Grade. Now it had completed eight temperings. Though not an object for fighting, its protective effect was reassuring.

With this object, returning to Huinan Nan Xumi would be a piece of cake for him. There was absolutely no need to waste calamity force here on that brat for nothing.

Through the wooden fish, the Jing Shi Zunzhe saw the sky filled with black clouds chasing relentlessly behind.

He was not panicked at all; instead, a flicker of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Accompanied by a rustling sound of breaking the air, a Bai Hong shot out from the black clouds like an arrow leaving the string. It struck the wooden fish repeatedly, yet, as expected, was easily repelled each time, looking as ridiculous as scratching an itch.

A Three-Tempered Immortal Sword?

The Jing Shi Zunzhe finally couldn't hold back the blood in his throat, letting out a hoarse, chuckling laugh. If he could die under such a trifle, he might as well not reshape his skin and flesh again, to avoid shaming himself before the world.

Just then, he suddenly heard a light sigh coming from the black clouds.

Finally willing to give up?

The Jing Shi Zunzhe looked upward. His return would be a great calamity from which the other could never escape.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he faintly heard another clear voice echoing from within the clouds.

"Pacify the world."

The Bodhisattva of World Purification paused, suddenly sensing something strange.

The thick clouds in the sky seemed to suddenly freeze, no longer giving chase, yet the unease in his heart grew ever more intense.

"Save the common people."

It was another whisper, neither loud nor soft. It lacked the heroic spirit soaring to the heavens, sounding more like it carried a touch of helplessness, yet it pierced the Monk's ears like Lei Ting.

His face went numb as he stared straight ahead.

The black clouds gathered, forming a tall, slender figure. The youth stood calmly far in front of the wooden fish. The blood jade hanging around his neck swayed slightly, its crimson color spreading like molten lava across the entire magnificent dark robe. The black and red long shirt fluttered casually, adding a touch of chilling killing intent to the Daoist Lord who looked like a fallen immortal.

Shen Yi held the Wuwei Sword diagonally, looking seriously at the Jing Shi Zunzhe. His thin lips parted slightly: "Protect the Dao amidst the mortal dust."

The instant these four words fell, Lei Ting pierced the blue sky from the firmament. The heavenly light suddenly turned white, and a booming sound resonated outward.

By the time the thunder faded, all things in heaven and earth fell silent, leaving only the long whistle emitted by the Immortal Sword in his hand.

(End of this chapter)