Chapter 117

Jin Ling Shengmu, as the most powerful immortal god on the Investiture of the Gods list and the Doumu Yuanjun who managed the stars, was generally in the Heaven Realm.

And Wudang Shengmu was even more so.

After the Investiture of the Gods Kalpa era, she lived in seclusion somewhere.

Apart from a limited number of people, no one knew the situation of Wudang Shengmu.

On the contrary, the Western Fomen in the mortal world was known to everyone.

"Jin Ling Shengmu, Wudang Shengmu, why have you appeared here?" Guanyin said in a deep voice.

"What, Daoist Cihang, can we not appear here?" Jin Ling Shengmu said with disdain. "A defeated opponent from back then actually betrayed the Chan Sect and defected to the Western Fomen; it really is interesting."

"Jin Ling Shengmu, compared to me, isn't it even more interesting that your Jie Sect no longer exists after the Investiture of the Gods?" Guanyin's pupils shrank slightly, and she retorted with a smile.

Compared to her own situation, Jin Ling Shengmu was just a joke in Guanyin's heart.

"Hmm." Jin Ling Shengmu shook her head. "Cihang, you have no right to talk about me after turning into a woman to become a Bodhisattva of the Western Fomen."

"A female body? Jin Ling Shengmu, you are attached to appearances. For us immortal gods, gender is not important," Guanyin said with a smile.

On this point, Guanyin was truly correct.

Upon reaching the Quasi-Saint realm, if one practices the Way of Avatars or slays the Three Corpses, sometimes one will even transform into a female body; this is normal.

"Cihang, I won't waste words. Since we are out this time, hand over the Golden-Haired Roar; he is a disciple of the Jie Sect," Wudang Shengmu said lightly at this time.

"The Golden-Haired Roar." Guanyin's gaze flickered.

After the Investiture of the Gods War, the Golden-Haired Roar was taken by Daoist Cihang as a mount.

Guanyin had intended for the Golden-Haired Roar to also become a member of the Kalpa in the future, so that she could obtain more merit and luck.

"Wudang, you must understand that the Jie Sect is gone. The Investiture of the Gods War has ended, Tongtian Jiaozhu has been taken away by the Dao Ancestor, and the Jie Sect exists only in name," Daoist Cihang said slowly.

"Cihang, whether the Jie Sect exists only in name is not for you to judge. You are merely a traitor of the Chan Sect," Wudang said.

These words were very plain, but their lethality was full.

It directly caused Guanyin's fair face to darken.

As a traitor of the Chan Sect, this was also a matter that Guanyin found difficult to talk about.

If it were only her, Guanyin would not have betrayed the Chan Sect.

The deterrent power of Yuanshi Tianzun was still very strong.

Fortunately, apart from herself, there were also Randeng, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and other Chan Sect members.

Not to mention Randeng; although he was the Vice-Sect Leader of the Chan Sect, his status in the Chan Sect was not high.

And among the Twelve Golden Immortals who were direct disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun, apart from her Cihang, Manjushri and Samantabhadra were also there, and they also betrayed the Chan Sect.

Plus, the two Sages Jieyin and Zhunti reassured them.

That was why Cihang joined the Western Fomen.

From one Sage's sect to another Sage's sect, Cihang had also made up her mind.

One point was very important: Cihang was not too favored by Yuanshi Tianzun among the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Disciples like Guang Chengzi, Daoist Yuding, and Daoist Taiyi were the ones who were valued.

Otherwise, if Cihang's status were like Guang Chengzi's, she would not have betrayed the Chan Sect.

It can only be said that the gains within the Western Fomen were greater.

But regardless, one point was irrefutable: Daoist Cihang was indeed a traitor, a traitor of the Chan Sect.

"Wudang Shengmu, the Golden-Haired Roar has already become my mount, and also a mount of the Western Fomen. Please return," Guanyin said slowly.

If she handed over the Golden-Haired Roar just because Wudang asked her to, wouldn't she lose face?

The current Guanyin could be considered one of the big shots of the Western Fomen; she also cared about face.

And compared to the Investiture of the Gods era, Guanyin's strength had improved a lot.

Now facing Wudang, Guanyin was not afraid.

"Very good." Wudang Shengmu's eyes radiated cold light. "Daoist Cihang, I have already given you a chance. Since you do not want to resolve this peacefully, then do not blame me."

"Boom..."

A terrifying Quasi-Saint aura swept out from Wudang.

The entire Guanyin Daoist Temple was shrouded by this terrifying power.

Those Dao boys in the temple who had been enlightened by Guanyin were trembling.

This power left them without even the thought of thinking.

That was absolute destruction of heaven and earth.

"Wudang, I will not be afraid of you," Guanyin said coldly.

Since the mask had been torn off, Guanyin did not need to be polite.

"Very good." Wudang Shengmu stepped forward, and a white, hazy long sword appeared in her hand, which she slashed out.

As a sword Dao expert, Tongtian Jiaozhu's disciple, Wudang's cultivation in sword Dao was naturally extraordinary.

Especially based on Wudang's power as a Quasi-Saint powerhouse.

Under this slash, heaven and earth seemed to be split in two.

Facing this attack, Guanyin's expression was solemn; she held the jade vase in one hand and took out a willow branch with the other, swinging it gently.

It brought out the vibration of space power.

This willow branch was also one of the treasures Guanyin had obtained.

She had been nourishing it with the Three-Light Divine Water in the jade vase.

"Boom..."

Two terrifying forces collided, and the astonishing aftermath spread in all directions.

The entire Guanyin Daoist Temple was constantly shaking and being torn apart under this power.

"How is this possible?" Daoist Cihang let out a scream; her attack had been directly crushed by Wudang Shengmu.

One must know that she was also a Quasi-Saint powerhouse; how could she be defeated so easily?

But no matter how much Daoist Cihang did not believe it, in the attack just now, Wudang Shengmu still had the upper hand.

"Wudang has become even stronger." Jin Ling Shengmu looked at this scene with complex eyes.

In the past, the strength between Jin Ling Shengmu and Wudang Shengmu was about the same.

But long years had passed.

As a member of the Investiture of the Gods list, Jin Ling could not improve her strength.

But the living Wudang Shengmu was different; over these years, her strength had been steadily increasing.

One was standing still, the other was steadily increasing.

The gap between the two would only get wider and wider.

"Cihang, your strength is not bad, then take a look at this strike of mine." Wudang stepped forward and swung the long sword in her hand again.

"Boom..."

The color of heaven and earth, and the laws, were constantly collapsing under this slash.

This was an attack even more terrifying than the one just now.

It could be said that Wudang's strength could no longer be described by an ordinary Quasi-Saint.

Being able to be a direct disciple of Tongtian Jiaozhu, there must be excellent aspects to her.

Just like Duobao Daoist becoming Rulai.

That could also be considered an indirect proof of Tongtian Jiaozhu's excellence.

Above the Guanyin Daoist Temple.

Brilliant sword light erupted and blasted toward Guanyin.

"Boom..."

An astonishing sound roared, and a body was blasted out from within.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, this body crashed through several large mountains before slowly stopping.

At this time, Daoist Cihang's appearance was extremely disheveled, and her face was somewhat pale.

Wudang Shengmu's attack had not been blocked, and Guanyin had more or less suffered certain injuries.

One must know that Guanyin had already blocked with all her might just now, but still could not block Wudang Shengmu's attack.

This made Guanyin's expression look very ugly.

And looking at Wudang's attack just now, it still seemed effortless; she likely had not used her full strength at all.

The gap in strength between her, Guanyin, and Cihang was indeed very large.

"Daoist Cihang, hand over the Golden-Haired Roar, and I can spare your life," Wudang Shengmu said coldly. "Otherwise, I don't mind leaving a Western Fomen Bodhisattva under my sword." ===== CHAPTER 119 =====