Chapter 788

His whole body burned with liuli Buddha flame; Wu Tie stared wide‑eyed, enduring the pain inside, forcing himself to bear the excruciating agony of his eyes almost melting, watching where the army formation and the Vajra Sumeru pedestal collided.

The Vajra Sumeru pedestal emitted a crisp crack, splitting from top to bottom at the exact center with a perfectly smooth, uniform fissure.

The colossal figure seated cross‑legged on the Vajra Sumeru pedestal flickered with light and flame; the swirling wan character Buddha seal on its face trembled violently, and all four corners simultaneously cracked open like a spider's web.

In the vast army formation, at least ten thousand Wu family youths exploded bodily, blood mist spraying, bones flying, the scene reaching the utmost cruelty.

Wu Tie stared wide‑eyed; the corners of his eyes ripped open, and large sheets of burning blood spurted out.

The scorching hot blood splashed onto the violently heaving sea surface, instantly vaporizing vast stretches of water; the searing heat burned holes into the seabed, below which molten magma churned and boiled.

"Give me, turn!"

Wu Tie now embodies the form of Pangu's true body; how could his current power be anything less than a hundredfold increase over his original strength?

Vast Pangu chaotic power poured into the Primordial Crown, Wu Tie spat out mouthfuls of blood as he forcibly reversed the torrent of time.

As the liuli Buddha flame on Wu Tie's body instantly extinguished, the burned flesh rapidly regrew.

Within the vast army formation, tens of thousands of Wu youths who had been blown to bits flickered back into existence, each brimming with vigor and intact bodies, as if the moment they had been utterly shattered by the tremendous impact was merely an illusion.

Wu Tie laughed maniacally, waving his hand at the vast formation: "Brothers, since you're here, let's go together!"

His eyes spewed forth the radiance of sun and moon, his gaping maw like a black hole swallowing all energy from the four directions; starlight swirled around him, and immense streams of chaotic qi coiled like great rivers, rapidly revolving about his body.

Wu Tie laughed: "Brothers, let's play for our lives with this bunch of bald bastards… hahaha, play them to death… our own brothers, each must stay safe, none may be lost—take them all back to Shenwu City, marry, have children, have a whole bunch of kids."

Amid Wu Tie's laughter, Wu Jin, Wu Yin, and Wu Tong let out long whistles together.

They each activated their bloodline power, the ancient primordial giant god's bloodline force, turning into bizarre, inhuman shapes; their bodies rapidly swelled, though not nearly as tall as Wu Tie's nearly forty‑thousand‑chi stature, they reached five or six thousand chi.

120,003 giants several thousand chi tall formed a formation, standing neatly behind Wu Tie; the killing and baleful qi they emitted intensified a thousand‑fold, ten‑thousand‑fold over before.

Countless ancient god phantoms roared in the quasi‑substantial baleful qi above the formation; heavenly thunder flashed, winds and clouds surged, and myriad strange, terrifying omens turned into a sheet of chaotic qi that shattered the void, giving a true feeling of heaven collapsing, earth overturning, apocalyptic destruction.

"The Buddha is merciful, subduing demons and eliminating evil!" Fan Long's pupils shrank to pinpoints as he bellowed: "Martial King Wu Tie, the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you reach shore… if you persist obstinately… don't blame the Buddha for also having wrath of thunder…"

Wu Tie spread his arms; boundless baleful qi continually poured into his body from above the vast formation.

Given Wu Tie's cultivation, his Pangu true form should have long been dispelled; being able to maintain it for the span of a tea cup is already his limit.

However, with the support of the Wu clan's secret‑transmitted formation, the power of the ancient myriad gods in the Wu bloodline subtly reacted with Wu Tie's Pangu chaotic power.

Wu Tie felt his energy endless, his strength limitless, and the duration of his Pangu true form nearly infinite.

As long as the formation behind him is not utterly destroyed, Wu Tie seems able to sustain this state until the world's end.

While sensing the boundless power within, he suddenly heard Fan Long's hackneyed platitudes and couldn't help but sneer: "Shut your bird‑beak!"

A great roar, like myriad bolts of furious thunder exploding at once, caused Fan Long's earnest, painstaking advice to be swallowed back.

After all, the Buddha himself has a third of fire; how much less is Fan Long a true Buddha?

Seeing Wu Tie so arrogant, Fan Long let out a loud shout; the Buddhist relics inlaid in the Vajra Sumeru pedestal simultaneously blazed with dazzling light. The relic pearl in his hand shot up, ringing with a 'clang' as it lodged into the brow of the colossal figure on the pedestal.

Originally just a vague silhouette, after receiving the relic pearl's blessing the figure swiftly condensed, instantly turning golden all over, like a pure‑gold Buddha statue planted on the Vajra Sumeru pedestal.

Chanting voices echoed from the void; Fan Long and the over three hundred Red Lotus Temple disciples behind him pressed their palms together in unison, and one after another, radiant, aura‑distinct Buddhist artifacts flew from their sleeves toward the huge golden Buddha image above their heads.

Each time a Buddhist artifact flew out, the golden Buddha image emitted a resonant peal, and a brand‑new golden arm sprouted from its back, grasping the artifact.

Thus, a total of 1,296 Buddhist artifacts flew out, and the golden Buddha's back sprouted 1,296 new arms; it firmly held over a thousand items, each with a distinct aura, all supremely powerful, absolutely innate spirit‑treasure grade divine weapons, and let out a low roar toward Wu Tie and company.

The golden Buddha's original two arms swayed lightly; its massive palms stirred the heavens and earth, pouring forth boundless golden light, with a forward and reverse wan seal spinning rapidly in each palm, the light condensing into a great mountain that pressed down on Wu Tie and his vast formation behind him.

"Martial King, try my Red Lotus Temple's supreme demon‑sealing method!" Fan Long roared: "Vajra Sumeru Formation, seal!"

The golden Buddha's body blazed with light; the power of the 1,296 innate spirit treasures turned into streams of radiance, continually pouring into the enormous golden mountain before it.

The golden mountain slowly descended onto Wu Tie's head; as it kept falling, Wu Tie and the 120,003 Wu youths behind him simultaneously felt a terrifying, inconceivably immense pressure crushing down from above.

Despite the might of Wu Tie's Pangu true form—his stature nearing forty thousand chi—he was being squeezed inch by inch, his internal chaos‑strengthened bones (who knows how many times amplified) creaking 'crack‑crack', as if he could not hold out and might be snapped apart by sheer pressure.

The great Dao laws of heaven, earth, and the universe—the three thousand major paths and eighty‑four thousand minor gates—now seemed like frozen loaches, becoming stiff, obscure, and unable to function.

Within the aura of this golden mountain, all things turned to lifeless matter; heaven and earth became a stiff, dead world.

This golden mountain truly possesses the boundless means to suppress a world and seal away countless myriad demons.

"But… you… after all… are not truly… the Buddha!"

A story inexplicably surfaced in Wu Tie's mind; his features twitched as he let out a heaven‑shaking, immensely ferocious roar: "I, too, am not that unlucky monkey!"

Amid the 'crack‑crack' sounds, Wu Tie's skin split bit by bit, collapsing; great sheets of flesh turned into flames shooting skyward, while the vast baleful qi in the formation continually poured into his body, converting into massive amounts of essence‑qi energy that drove the rapid rebirth of his burning flesh.

Burning flesh brought forth a power even greater than before.

A strange image flashed through Wu Tie's mind…

Behind his divine fetus, a huge jade disc began to turn slowly.

Wu Tie saw again, saw that instant when heaven and earth first opened—a towering figure whose height he could not gauge, nearly filling the entire primordial void, swinging a great axe slowly, delivering a single chop at the countless streams of strange light pouring from all directions.

On the jade disc, among the three huge lotus buds, the one that had once swallowed the Fu Cha sword twitched slightly.

Earlier Wu Tie had won a bet from Qing Feng, obtaining the fragments of that holy sword, which he had fed to this lotus bud; now the bud glowed with a faint strange light, and a terrifying sword intent undulated within—no one knew what treasure was being gestated inside.

But there is no doubt that this treasure's emergence… still requires time, still requires resources, and above all, opportunity!

At this moment, the lotus bud sensed the killing intent in Wu Tie's heart as if it were substantive; it twitched, wanting to act, but being immature, it merely moved, and a wisp of terrifying sword qi surged from the bud into Wu Tie's right arm.

A terrifying sword intent that almost wanted to slaughter all things in heaven and earth, to exterminate all living beings, appeared out of nowhere in Wu Tie's right hand.

Wu Tie raised his right arm, using his entire right arm as a sword, and swung it at the golden mountain that suppressed heaven and earth and sealed all things.

In the heavens and earth, a flash of extremely terrifying sword light streaked across.

Qingfeng unconsciously closed his eyes; above his head, a string of Xuanhuang-colored suddenly appeared, with images of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, etc. flashing rapidly; strands of Xuanhuang qi poured down, enveloping him and the other White Lotus Palace disciples.

While producing the 'Xuanhuang Hanging Pendant', one of the secret treasures of the Qinglian Observatory for protection, Qingfeng loudly cursed: 'In broad daylight, I've seen a ghost… this sword light, this sword intent…'

With a tremendous boom, Wu Tie's right arm collided with the golden mountain; the intense light and roar turned into substantive flames that spread outward in all directions, and Qingfeng was involuntarily swept away by a hurricane, all his curses swallowed back into his belly.

That fragment of the holy sword had been in Qingfeng's hand for over a thousand years, and he was extremely familiar with the sword intent constantly shooting out from the fragment.

How terrifying that sword intent was; yet, despite Qingfeng's comprehension and cultivation, he could not grasp it at all.

This is a thing tasteless to eat, a pity to discard—a chicken rib.

In order to cause trouble for Fan Kun, Bai Lu, and others, purely to disgust them, Qing Feng took out this fragment to gamble.

He never dreamed that Wu Tie had obtained this fragment only a few days ago.

In Wu Tie's casual strike, it actually carried a trace of terrifying sword intent that seemed to want to slaughter all living beings under heaven!

With this matter, who can Qing Feng go to reason with?

"It's unjust! O Dao Sovereign above, disciples so devoted in bitter cultivation... alas, alas, who can I reason with?" Qing Feng loudly cursed from his belly, while also scrambling about, busy protecting those White Lotus Palace disciples who had fainted as if dead.

For a moment Qing Feng was so busy he couldn't even attend to observing the outcome between Wu Tie and Fan Long.

In the void, Wu Tie's Pangu True Form collapsed down to a height of tens of thousands of feet.

His entire right arm's flesh and blood were completely vaporized, leaving only a straight, sword‑like dark arm bone stiffly propping up the golden mountain pressing down from above.

On that dark arm bone, from fingertips to shoulder blade, cracks covered it completely; within the spider‑web‑fine fissures, strands of chaotic qi surged forth, quickly redrawing new flesh‑and‑blood patterns on Wu Tie's arm bone.

Behind Wu Tie, in the vast army formation, over fifty thousand Wu clan youths were blown to pieces, and clouds of blood mist bloomed in the air like lotuses.

Wu Tie's golden mountain atop his head suddenly emitted a piercing crack; the mountain split open with several cracks, and large amounts of molten gold‑like juice sprayed out, bringing high temperature, spewing Buddha light, pouring down over the myriad‑li sea territory below, and melting a thick layer of the seabed rock.

"Turn!" Wu Tie roared loudly.

The power of the Primordial Crown activated, and the massive army formation trembled slightly.

The blood mist violently collapsed inward, turning into countless threads of bright, pure blood essence; the blood essence rapidly wove into a net of human shapes, and in just a breath, the more than fifty thousand Wu clan youths who had been blown to pieces reassembled their bodies.

Moreover, after some Wu clan youths experienced two such disintegrations and others only one, their bodies, blood essence, and souls seemed to have undergone a strange tempering; their physical strength grew greater, their blood essence purer, and their souls more refined and perceptive.

The massive army formation began operating again, and ever‑stronger murderous qi continually surged into Wu Tie's Pangu True Form.

Wu Tie's Pangu True Form, which had been crushed several times over, gradually rose again, grew stronger, and its aura became ever more solemn and powerful.

He gradually straightened his waist and gave a contemptuous smile toward the golden mountain above his head.

"My Wu tribe... the Wu blood is undying, the heritage undying; the Wu blood inexhaustible, the descendants undying."

He, he ha!

Approximately 120,000 Wu clan youths simultaneously let out a low, rumbling howl.

Their bodies emitted strange light, like ancient beasts resurrected from the primordial era, their aura becoming ever more archaic and unfathomable.

The Wu clan secret technique, activated.

At this moment, Wu Tie and his brothers—essence, energy, spirit—about 120,000 people perfectly merged into one.

The combined strength of 120,003 brothers gathered within Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie's insight into and understanding of the Dao naturally poured into those Wu clan brothers' bodies, directly inscribed upon their physiques and divine fetuses, and perfectly fused with their divine bodies and fetuses.

According to the different bloodlines of Zhurong, Gonggong, Kuafu, Xingtian, etc., these Wu clan brothers' comprehension of the Dao varied in amount and strength, but even the least among them had grasped at least a hundred heavenly earthly Daos!

According to the standards of the Sui Chao dynasty, each of those 120,003 Wu clan youths had reached the level of a "King God."

Although their cultivation was only the first heaven of the Divine Realm, far from being comparable to the Sui Chao's peak tenth‑heaven Divine Realm King Gods, this is a terrifying force with boundless potential!

"It's all your fault!" Wu Tie chuckled with a "ge ge" laugh, his laughter holding some inexplicable meaning.

"You brought this upon yourselves!"

Wu Tie burst into wild laughter, then threw another punch at the golden mountain.

With one punch, the golden mountain shattered; Fan Long and the others' Vajra Sumeru Formation shook violently, and even that radiant Buddha figure was hurled backward over a hundred li.

Fan Long and the Scarlet Lotus Temple disciples' faces suddenly changed.