Chapter 548: Bombarding Lingshan! Wukong breaks through to Quasi-Saint!

Saint Yuanshi and Saint Tongtian had struck one after another, seizing and driving away the few remaining great beings of Buddhism.

Without the reassurance of those great beings, the many Buddhist disciples left behind at Lingshan could finally no longer suppress their inner panic and fear.

Some weak-willed Buddhist disciples chose to flee directly. Others even began to take advantage of the chaos to loot the wealth of Buddhism.

The reason Buddhism had grown so fast over these years had a lot to do with the tactic used by Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin: "You have a predestined connection with my West."

Because the Western Continent was too barren, Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin accepted almost anyone who came to join them.

Relying on the Great Dao of Conversion, in the eyes of Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin, the end result for these cultivators who came to join was all the same: they were all thoroughly converted to become fuel for Buddhism.

But in the end, not all cultivators with malicious intent were converted in time by Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin.

The cultivators currently causing chaos at Lingshan were the batch that had not yet been converted.

Watching Lingshan in such a state of chaos, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Sun Wukong’s eyes.

He had come to Lingshan entirely to vent his anger.

And so, Sun Wukong used the Buddhist inheritance promised to them by Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin as an excuse to start rampaging through Lingshan.

Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin had never intended to fulfill the bet, so the so-called Buddhist inheritance was naturally not prepared.

Now that Lingshan was in such chaos, no one cared about the so-called Westward Journey bet.

Therefore, Sun Wukong’s excuse was very appropriate; every Buddhist disciple he encountered could not give him a definitive response.

For these Buddhist disciples, Sun Wukong mostly just gave them one strike of his Golden Cudgel.

The remaining great beings of Buddhism were either taken away by Saint Yuanshi and Saint Tongtian or had already fled Lingshan.

Now, the strongest in all of Lingshan were only Da Luo Golden Immortals.

Mere Da Luo Golden Immortals were simply no match for a single strike from Sun Wukong.

During the eighty-one tribulations earlier, Sun Wukong had killed many Da Luo Golden Immortals with a single strike of his Golden Cudgel.

The Da Luo Golden Immortals remaining at Lingshan, in terms of combat power alone, were mostly inferior to the monsters Sun Wukong had encountered.

However, Sun Wukong was not a bloodthirsty person, and he had some restraint in his strikes.

Most Buddhist disciples were merely beaten half-to-death by Sun Wukong’s Golden Cudgel and did not truly die under it.

The few Buddhist believers who took the opportunity to cause chaos did not receive such treatment.

Encountering such believers, Sun Wukong naturally did not hold back, sending them to the Netherworld with a single strike of his Golden Cudgel.

Like Luo Fu, Nidhogg and the others also found their own opponents.

Except for Nidhogg, the other three were all doing this to temper themselves.

Therefore, when they fought, they all suppressed their own realms.

Suppressing their own realms was actually more suitable for them.

Their combat power at the limit of Da Luo had originally been forcibly elevated by Luo Fu.

Nidhogg was different; he did not suppress his realm at all, but instead exerted his combat power to the limit, hunting Buddhist disciples everywhere and looting and devouring the spiritual treasures in their hands.

Sun Wukong should have been the one with the most malice toward Buddhism, but the number of Buddhist disciples who died at Nidhogg’s hands far exceeded those at Sun Wukong’s.

Nidhogg was a Dragon of Destruction; killing was as simple as a daily routine for him.

After fighting for a while, Sun Wukong became somewhat impatient.

In his heart, he truly held a lot of anger toward Lingshan.

But the Buddhist disciples he encountered along the way were all too weak, barely able to stir up any fighting spirit in Sun Wukong.

Ever since he comprehended the Great Dao of War, what Sun Wukong desired most was the kind of bloody battle that could threaten him, not bullying a group of weaklings like this.

Roar!

A roar erupted from Sun Wukong’s mouth.

Sun Wukong’s figure began to grow continuously, and in just a moment, it expanded to a million zhang.

Not stopping there, after recovering his million-zhang form, Sun Wukong’s figure continued to expand, and his aura climbed steadily.

Whoosh!

The spiritual energy of the entire Lingshan immediately formed a vortex, being continuously devoured by Sun Wukong.

In just a few dozen breaths, the aura on Sun Wukong’s body logically broke through from the Da Luo Golden Immortal level to the Quasi-Saint level.

After ten thousand years of tempering by Luo Fu, Sun Wukong’s magic power had long been polished to the limit of a Da Luo Golden Immortal, and his understanding of the Great Dao had long since broken through to the Quasi-Saint level.

If not for the Westward Journey, Sun Wukong would likely have broken through to the Quasi-Saint level long ago.

Now that the Westward Journey had ended, Sun Wukong no longer needed to suppress his realm, and breaking through to the Quasi-Saint level naturally became a matter of course.

After breaking through to the Quasi-Saint level, Sun Wukong’s figure rose with the tide, breaking through to ten million zhang.

Not only that, but countless blood-colored patterns appeared on Sun Wukong’s body, and the phantom of the Chaos Demon Ape appeared behind him.

Having just broken through, Sun Wukong pushed his combat power to the limit.

Raising his enormous Ruyi Golden Cudgel high, Sun Wukong poured all his magic power, fighting spirit, and the power of the Great Dao he connected with into the cudgel.

The golden Ruyi Golden Cudgel was suddenly shrouded in a layer of blood-colored light that felt almost tangible.

"First Form of the Nine Heavens-Opening Strikes: Cudgel Sweeps Away the Demons!"

Boom!

Bursts of air-shattering sounds erupted from around the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

Sun Wukong swung the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and smashed it fiercely toward Lingshan.

Since he couldn't find any Buddhist disciples worth fighting, he might as well just destroy Lingshan; that would be more satisfying.

The massive Ruyi Golden Cudgel, like a pillar supporting the heavens, carried a violent, crushing momentum, shattering the air in its path as it smashed directly toward Lingshan.

Bang!

Unlike Sun Wukong’s expectation that Lingshan would be flattened directly, just as the Ruyi Golden Cudgel was about to land on Lingshan, a layer of Buddha-light barrier suddenly appeared around the entire mountain.

Immeasurable Buddha-light shrouded the entire Lingshan.

This layer of Buddha-light barrier was the mountain-protecting formation of Lingshan.

Lingshan was the holy land of Buddhism; it was impossible for it not to have a mountain-protecting formation.

It was just that the fall of Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin had caused the entire Buddhism to fall into chaos, and the leading great beings had either been captured or had fled, so no one had thought of the mountain-protecting formation.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was about to flatten the entire Lingshan with one strike of his cudgel, someone finally remembered the mountain-protecting formation and activated it.

The Buddhist mountain-protecting formation had been personally set up by Saint Zhunti and Saint Jieyin.

In its prime, even a Quasi-Saint at the limit could not break it.

A mountain-protecting formation without anyone presiding over it clearly could not exert its power from its prime.

But it was more than enough to block Sun Wukong’s bombardment.