Chapter 463: False Order!

Hongjun rashly tried to seize the victory.

Hongjun retreated three steps.

Those three steps changed the entire battlefield's situation.

The hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers personally witnessed their Lord of Heavenly Dao retreat before an old man.

Fear spread among the Heavenly Soldiers like a plague.

But Hongjun is ultimately Hongjun.

The ruler of three eras would not have his formation completely thrown into disarray by a single setback.

He steadied his stance and wiped away the trace of golden blood at the corner of his mouth.

His pair of golden vertical pupils regained their cold indifference.

"Good."

He uttered a single word.

"This old man underestimated you."

"But do you think you can overturn heaven with just a breath?"

Hongjun's right hand reached into the void, as if grasping something.

His five fingers plunged in, as if seizing something extremely heavy, and the veins along his arm bulged.

Then he pulled it out.

A jade disc.

Its entire body flowed with a purple-gold light, densely inscribed with countless runes.

Each rune pulsed, as if alive.

The Fortune Jade Disc.

The supreme treasure of the Heavenly Dao.

It is said to be the first magical artifact born when heaven and earth were split, recording all the rules and order of the universe.

As soon as it appeared, the entire void fell silent.

Not a silence born of fear.

But a silence forcibly 'decreed'.

The aura emanating from the Fortune Jade Disc instantly calmed all chaotic energy fluctuations.

Sun Wukong felt his inner Chaos Dao Rhythm suppressed by a layer.

It wasn't heavy, but it was oppressive.

It was like someone had placed an invisible pair of handcuffs on you.

"I, the old man, have commanded the Heavenly Dao for three eras."

Hongjun's voice regained that lofty indifference.

"Not by luck."

He supported the Fortune Jade Disc with a single hand.

The jade disc spun.

Countless golden chains shot forth from the disc's surface.

Each chain was as thick as an arm, entirely golden, engraved with the runes of the Heavenly Dao Law.

One.

Ten.

A hundred.

A thousand!

Myriad chains of order spread across the sky and earth, shooting toward the Bodhi Patriarch.

They were not attacking.

They were 'decreeing'.

Decreeing that you cannot move.

Decreeing that you cannot resist.

Decreeing that your power cannot be released.

Decreeing that you must be suppressed.

This is the essence of the Heavenly Dao.

Not a crushing by force.

But the imposition of rules.

The chains wrapped around the Bodhi Patriarch's left arm.

Then around his right arm.

Then his waist.

Then his legs.

Then his neck.

Myriad chains layered that emaciated body, wrapping tighter and denser with each turn.

Finally, the Bodhi Patriarch was entirely encased in a massive golden cocoon.

No person could be seen.

Only a radiant golden cocoon remained.

At last, a smile appeared on Hongjun's face.

"Under the Heavenly Dao, no one is exempt."

"His voice echoed across the battlefield."

"Even if you were once stronger, now your Dao Heart is shattered seven times, your magic power dissipated eighty percent."

"You think you can defy the Heavenly Dao with mere brute force?"

"Ridiculous."

"He turned toward the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals behind him, his voice rose a few degrees."

"Did you see that?"

"This is the fate of defying the Heavenly Dao!"

"The Heavenly Dao is impartial; all things are under its rules!"

"No matter who you are, no matter how strong you once were!"

"Those who violate the Heavenly Dao will surely suffer heavenly punishment!"

"The hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers stared at each other, then someone led with a shout."

"The Heavenly Dao is impartial!"

"The voice was scattered and weak."

"But it quickly grew loud."

"Because they needed this 'impartiality' to cover up their earlier fear."

"The Heavenly Dao is impartial!"

"The Heavenly Dao is impartial!"

"The Tathagata also timely pressed his palms together."

"Good, good, the Heavenly Dao is clear, retribution is inevitable."

"The Jade Emperor finally regained a bit of color, nodding composedly."

"I have long said that those who defy Heaven will perish."

"For a moment, the battlefield's atmosphere returned to the rhythm of the three sides joining forces to suppress Bodhi and his disciples."

"Hongjun gazed at the golden cocoon, the smile in his eyes growing richer."

"It's over."

"He said softly."

"Your era has long passed."

"Behind."

"Sun Wukong hoisted his Tiěbàng onto his shoulder."

"He looked at the golden cocoon, the corners of his mouth turning up."

"Not rushed."

"Not panicked."

"He even yawned."

"He knew his Master too well."

"If his Master were truly trapped, he should now be frantic enough to jump."

"But he wasn't the slightest bit anxious."

"Because he saw it."

"He saw the expression in his Master's eyes when those chains wrapped around."

"That was not panic."

"Not anger."

"It was mockery."

"Like an adult watching a child play with mud, that kind of mockery."

"Sun Wukong understood that expression."

"Whenever his Master showed that expression, someone would soon suffer terrible misfortune."

"So he simply found a piece of void debris to sit on, crossed his legs, and began waiting for the show."

"Sure enough."

"Hongjun's lecture on the 'Heavenly Dao is impartial' had not yet finished."

"A sound came from within the golden cocoon."

"It was very faint."

"So faint it was only a single character."

"\"Break. \""

"There was no extra prelude."

"No accumulation of power."

"Just that one character."

"A crisp crack burst from within the golden cocoon."

"Then came the second."

"Then the third."

"Like ice cracking, the sounds joined into one."

"Those Heavenly Dao Order chains said to be able to suppress all things, at the moment that character fell, shattered from inside out, inch by inch."

"Golden fragments flew outward."

All over the sky and earth.

Like a golden rain.

No.

Like a golden fireworks.

Fireworks specially celebrating the thorough swelling of Hongjun's old face.

Boom!

The Jade Disc of Creation trembled wildly in Hongjun's hand.

Cracks spread from the center of the disc.

One.

Two.

Countless.

Hongjun's complexion turned paler than paper at this moment.

He opened his mouth.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of golden blood spurted out.

It spurted far away.

It splashed into the void, turning into a golden mist.

He staggered back.

The Jade Disc of Creation fell from his hand, its cracked surface dimmed, losing all luster.

The supreme treasure of the Heavenly Dao.

Just like that, it was ruined.

The cheers on the battlefield stopped abruptly.

The heavenly soldiers who had just shouted "Heavenly Dao is just" had their mouths still open, voices caught in their throats.

The Buddha's name of Tathagata ceased.

The Jade Emperor's hand began to tremble again.

Amidst the remnants of the golden cocoon, Bodhi Patriarch stood in place.

He really didn't move a single step.

His clothes were hung with a few golden fragments.

He glanced down and casually brushed them off.

"The old man said."

"Just a trick to scare people."

Hongjun clutched his chest, golden blood still flowing out.

His eyes stared fixedly at Bodhi, filled with unwillingness and fear.

But fear is fear.

He clearly knew that if today Bodhi were allowed to walk out of here, everything he had established over three eras would come to nothing.

So he did something.

He tore open a rift in the void.

Not an attack.

It was a call for help.

"Come out!"

He roared at that rift.

"If you don't come out now, everything of the Buddhist sect will come to nothing!"

The void rift expanded.

Two figures walked out from within.

One wore white robes, had a withered visage, and held a fish-intestine whisk.

One wore golden robes, bore a solemn and dignified appearance, and held aloft a twelve-grade lotus pedestal.

Receiving Guide.

Leading Guide.

The Two Western Saints.

They did not wish to come.

This muddy water is too deep; wading in could easily get them stuck.

But Hongjun's shout was too blunt.

If Bodhi topples Hongjun's table today, the Buddhist sect will be next.

They reckon this account clearly.

Receiving Guide's gaze swept over the battlefield, lingering on Bodhi when it met him.

Leading Guide smiled, that smile holding three parts familiarity and seven parts calculation.

"Senior Brother, long time no see."

Leading Guide bowed to Bodhi.

"Senior Brother?"

Sun Wukong snorted from behind, "Now they're pulling in relatives."

Zhunti ignored him.

The two Saints exchanged a glance and then struck simultaneously.

Jieyin flicked his whisk, Zhunti's Liántái flipped.

Two utterly different yet perfectly complementary forces intertwined and expanded in the void.

Golden Buddha-light spread across the sky and earth.

A massive formation took shape.

Ultimate Bliss Grand Formation.

The formation held no killing intent.

Only boundless peace and tranquility.

The formation's walls were made of three thousand merit-gold lotuses, each lotus bearing a phantom Arhat.

This formation is not meant to kill.

It is used to "trap".

To trap your heart.

To trap your thoughts.

It makes you lose the will to fight in bliss, and forget anger in tranquility.

Bodhi was enveloped by the formation.

He looked around.

He gazed at the sky-filling golden lotuses and Buddha-light.

Then he looked toward Zhunti.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The contempt in that smile was thick enough to spill over.

"You two."

Bodhi's voice echoed within the formation.

"Still so shameless."

Outside the formation.

Zhunti's smile froze for an instant.

Jieyin lowered his eyelids.

And Sun Wukong sat on the void debris, pulling out another peach.

He took a bite.

A crisp sound.

A creak.

Chewing while gazing at the Ultimate Bliss Grand Formation, his eyes full of mockery.

"Trap my master?"

He sucked the peach pit into his mouth, then spat it out with a "pah".

The peach pit accurately struck Zhunti's Back of Head.

"Bald donkey, you're finished."