Chapter 462: One Sleeve Tears the Heavenly Dao Apart!

The moment Bodhi Patriarch straightened his body.

The air changed.

An extremely ancient aura slowly seeped out from that gaunt frame.

That aura was very faint.

So faint it was almost imperceptible.

But the way it existed was special.

It was not oppression.

It was not a threat.

It was a kind of 'existence' itself.

It was like walking into a primeval forest and looking up to see an ancient tree that had lived for ten thousand years.

It needed to release no aura.

Just by standing there, you knew it was older than you, taller than you, and closer to the essence of this world.

Sun Wukong felt it behind him.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his crimson‑gold pupils fixed tightly on his master's back.

That tattered Daoist robe had no radiance at all.

That spine, hunched for who knows how many years, was not straightened either.

Yet it was just such an old man who could collapse at any moment.

Standing there.

He made the entire battlefield fall silent as if dead.

The ten thousand Heavenly Soldiers dared not move.

The three thousand Arhats dared not chant.

The Tathagata's hand clenched inside his sleeve.

The Jade Emperor's pupils contracted sharply.

At the highest point.

Hongjun's golden vertical pupils fixed on Bodhi, a flicker of extremely subtle disturbance flashing in their depths.

That was unease.

He had lived for three eras.

He had seen countless powerhouses kneel before him.

He had seen countless heaven‑chosen ones bow before the Heavenly Dao.

But at this moment.

He felt something from that old man that he was unwilling to admit.

A threat.

Hongjun's five fingers slowly clenched.

"Playing at being a god and conjuring ghosts."

His voice was ice‑cold.

"You think just by standing up you can change anything?"

"I see you as nothing more than a spent crossbow bolt."

His words fell.

He raised his hand and swept it.

Purple Heavenly Dao Primordial Source poured from his palm, wildly expanding in the void.

In the blink of an eye.

A golden‑purple hand that blotted out the sky formed in the air.

That hand was too huge.

The lines on the palm were clearly visible, each one flowing with the light of the Heavenly Dao Law.

The five fingers were like five pillars propping up the heavens, their tips wrapped in thunder that destroys everything.

This hand was not coming down to strike.

It was a 'press' downward.

Slow.

Heavy.

Carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

Where it landed, space collapsed directly into a pitch‑black abyss.

The remnants of stars were ground into fine dust.

Scattered energy fragments were directly erased.

Even the texture of the void wailed.

"Die."

Hongjun's voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"You and your wicked disciple, die together beneath the Heavenly Dao."

The shadow of the Heavenly Dao's giant hand fell downward.

It covered Bodhi.

It covered Sun Wukong.

It covered all the void within a thousand-li radius beneath their feet.

Sun Wukong's pupils contracted.

He didn't even think, grabbed the Tiěbàng and was about to rush forward.

"Master!"

He let out a roar, his legs exerted force, his whole body turned into a streak of crimson-gold light.

But he had only flown half a step.

A hand pressed onto his shoulder.

That hand was very light.

So light it was like a feather landing on his shoulder.

But Sun Wukong's whole body came to a halt.

He lowered his head to look.

It was the hand of the Bodhi Patriarch, rough with old calluses and wrinkles.

"Master you—"

"Stay behind."

Bodhi's voice was calm, as if commenting that the weather was nice today.

"Don't cause trouble."

Having said that.

He gave a gentle push.

Sun Wukong's whole body flew uncontrollably backward three zhang, landing steadily on the ground.

He wanted to charge forward again.

But Bodhi had already turned his back to him, facing the heavenly Dao's giant hand that blotted out the sky.

The old man raised his head.

His cloudy eyes watched the giant hand slowly descending.

He watched for a while.

He shook his head.

"Just a trick to scare people."

Then.

He raised his right hand.

He casually flicked his sleeve.

Like shooing away an annoying fly.

Pop!

A crisp sound.

Clear.

Neat.

Like a chopstick being snapped.

The heavenly Dao's giant hand froze in mid-air.

Starting from the palm.

A crack appeared.

The crack spread quickly.

It spread to the fingers.

It spread to the wrist.

It spread to the whole arm.

Then.

Boom!

The heavenly Dao's giant hand exploded.

It didn't shatter.

It didn't dissipate.

It directly exploded into a sky-full of gold-purple specks of light.

Those specks drifted apart in the void, like a splendid but meaningless fireworks display.

Battlefield.

Deathly silence.

The Tathagata's eyes widened wider than bronze bells.

His mouth opened slightly, the Buddhist chant stuck in his throat, unable to utter a word.

The Jade Emperor's hand froze in mid-air.

His face turned as white as paper.

The hundred thousand heavenly soldiers stepped back in unison three paces.

The golden bodies of the three thousand arhats trembled.

Li Jing's linglong pagoda in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The Pagoda-bearing Heavenly King had lived this many years.

For the first time, he knew what fear was.

The highest point.

Hongjun's body swayed slightly.

He retreated half a step.

In his golden vertical pupils, true shock surfaced for the first time.

"How could this be..."

His voice was hoarse.

It felt like a stone was lodged in his throat.

"That is the Primordial Source of the Heavenly Dao..."

"How could it be shattered by a flick of a sleeve..."

Bodhi ignored him.

The old man lowered his head and looked at his own sleeve.

On it clung a speck of gold-purple light dust.

He furrowed his brows.

He raised his hand and lightly brushed it off.

Brushing away that speck of light dust.

Then he lifted his head.

Those cloudy old eyes looked toward Hongjun.

"Do you really think this old man can't get up?"

His voice was calm.

There was no fluctuation of emotion.

But these words landed in Hongjun's ears.

Like a heavy hammer striking his heavenly spirit cover.

Boom!

Hongjun's mind buzzed.

A violent backlash exploded from the depths of his soul.

His face turned deathly pale, and a trace of golden blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The Primordial Source of the Heavenly Dao was forcibly shattered.

As the Lord of the Heavenly Dao, he directly suffered the backlash.

"You..."

Hongjun stared fixedly at Bodhi, grinding his teeth.

"Who exactly are you?"

Bodhi did not answer.

He simply stood there.

Then.

An aura began to spread outward from within him.

It was slow.

But steady.

Like a tide, it pushed open the surrounding void inch by inch.

That aura had no aggressiveness.

But wherever it passed,

the Purple Sky Divine Thunder automatically extinguished.

the golden chains automatically snapped.

the Heavenly Dao Law automatically receded.

The Tathagata's lotus pedestal began to drift backward.

He wanted to hold it in place.

But he couldn't control it.

The lotus pedestal seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, retreating uncontrollably.

The Jade Emperor's phoenix palanquin also retreated.

The formation of the hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers began to disintegrate.

No one gave the order.

But everyone was instinctively retreating.

The farther they retreated, the better.

Because they sensed it.

The aura emanating from that old man.

Was changing.

Was rising.

At a terrifying speed, climbing toward a height they could not comprehend.

Sun Wukong stood behind.

He gazed at his master's back.

That tattered Daoist robe began to move without wind.

That head of white hair began to float up, strand by strand.

The old man's hunched back slowly, bit by bit, straightened.

Like a mountain pressed down for ten thousand years.

Finally.

Was about to stand up.

Hongjun's pupils contracted violently.

He felt it.

The essence of that aura on Bodhi.

That was not magical power.

It was not Dao Rhythm.

It was not any known power.

It was……

「Chaos Realm Primordial Source……」

Hongjun's voice was trembling.

「You…… you actually……」

He hadn't finished speaking.

Bodhi lifted his head.

Those cloudy old eyes became perfectly clear at this moment.

Deep in his eyes.

A point of golden light lit up.

Then came the second point.

The third point.

Countless points of golden light lit up in the depths of his eyes.

Finally they coalesced into two blazing golden flames.

Bodhi spoke.

His voice was not loud.

But it rang clear across the entire battlefield.

「Three thousand years BC。」

「This old man was schemed against by you, my Dao Heart shattered, and I was imprisoned in that damned place。」

「This old man thought you at least still had some face。」

「What was the result? 」

He laughed.

He laughed coldly.

「This old man's disciple fought desperately up front, while you watched from the back. 」

「Now that person has been beaten to death by him, and you jump out to pluck peaches? 」

「Still the Lord of the Three Realms? Still the Buddha Patriarch Heavenly Emperor? 」

「Pah! 」

The last word was spat out.

The temperature of the entire battlefield dropped by ten degrees.

The Tathagata's face turned dark.

The Jade Emperor's hand trembled.

In Hongjun's golden vertical pupils, true Fear Heart Demon surfaced for the first time.

Because he felt it.

That aura on Bodhi.

It had already risen to a height that made him have to look up.

「Impossible……」

Hongjun muttered to himself.

「You obviously already……」

「Already what? 」

Bodhi interrupted him.

「Already Fèi le? 」

「Already dead? 」

「Already unable to stand up again? 」

He took a step forward.

Just one step.

Hongjun reflexively stepped back three steps.

Bodhi stopped.

The golden flames in the depths of his eyes burned ever brighter.

His voice grew low.

Carrying an oppressive pressure that made souls tremble.

Old man really is Fèi le.

Dao Heart shattered seven times, each time it was you who did it.

Magic power dissipated eighty percent, each part was sucked away by that ghost thing.

But...

He paused a moment.

His voice suddenly rose.

Old man still has a breath!

This breath is here!

Who dares to touch Old man's disciple!

Who!

Dare!

The last two words were like a startling thunder exploding.

Hongjun's face instantly turned deathly pale.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But his throat felt as if someone had pinched it.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Because of Bodhi at this moment.

That aura on his body had completely erupted.

Golden light poured out from within his body.

It illuminated the entire Wanshen Fenchang.

It illuminated the shattered void.

It illuminated everyone's terrified faces.

And in the deepest part of this golden light.

A pair of eyes.

Was quietly watching all of this.

Those eyes belonged to no one on the battlefield.

It hid in the deepest part of the void.

Older than Hongjun.

Deeper than the Heavenly Dao.

It was laughing.

Laughing very satisfied.