Chapter 307: Annihilation (Request Subscription)

"That was…"

Sophia, the Holy Maiden fleeing with Vol, turned back and saw a crimson sun blazing across the sky.

And within the crimson sun, a golden mecha figure.

"That is the true Sun God!"

Sophia's eyes filled with hot tears: "The Sun God's radiance is red, and He wears golden armor…"

…

Fang Xing paid no attention to the ants outside.

His martial will surged like a blazing sun, radiating aura power.

All of it merged into the Second Form of the Great Sun Tathagata Palm—"Green Lamp, Ancient Buddha"!

Originally, as a Martial Saint, using the Great Sun Tathagata Manifestation to drive this palm technique, its power was already astonishing.

According to cultivation world standards, its attack power exceeded at least Mid-Grade Rank Four!

Now, he spared no cost, consuming Great Sun Divinity to amplify the palm's power.

Beneath the Great Sun's light, the Radiant Offspring screamed as its body began to melt.

On its chest, a massive palm imprint appeared, stretching from front to back.

Such a wound, on a human martial artist, would mean certain death.

Yet now, the pale giant's chest was rapidly regenerating flesh, trying to fill the hollow.

Behind Fang Xing, his aura coalesced into the Great Sun Tathagata Manifestation.

The manifestation stood solemn and majestic, its hand slowly pushing forward.

Great Sun Tathagata Palm—Third Form: Buddha Nature, Zen Heart!

This was a palm technique that transmitted heart to heart; when thrust forward, no blazing sun appeared in the sky.

But Fang Xing's martial will had become a crimson blazing sun, descending into the Radiant Offspring's spiritual sea!

"The Radiant Offspring's vitality is extraordinarily strong… to truly annihilate it, one must obliterate its spiritual sea with one's own supreme martial will!"

Fang Xing had already condensed his will rune, and had nearly mastered the Beast Diagrams.

His will was both a martial blazing sun and a razor-sharp heavenly blade.

Even if heaven blocked him, he would cut it open with one slash!

Whoosh!

The Great Sun descended like a boulder into a lake, stirring thousands of tons of icy water.

Within the vast spiritual sea, all corruption boiled, accompanied by a strange infant's cry—Waaah!

Yet none of this corruption could shake Fang Xing's spirit in the slightest.

His will was a blade—he slashed down, cleaving more than half of the Radiant Offspring's spiritual sea!

Waaah!

The infant's cry grew even more agonized.

In truth, Fang Xing knew this Radiant Offspring had not yet grown—it wasn't even a child, merely a one-year-old infant.

What he was doing now wasn't just beating up a kid—it was beating up a baby.

But against a demonic offspring, being this cruel was best.

Boom!

After severely damaging its spiritual sea with the Great Sun Tathagata Palm, Fang Xing knew he held absolute dominance in this battle.

This was the judgment of university PhDs trained by the Federation and the heads of demonic cults!

In reality.

After completing the Third Form of the Great Sun Tathagata Palm, Fang Xing immediately felt his weakness.

"The Great Sun Tathagata Palm is truly a peerless martial art… just two forms have left me nearly drained…"

Of course, his Martial Saint body recovered rapidly, and his aura was already reforming.

But at that moment, the pale giant, near death, struggled to lift its hand.

Plop!

One of its fingers detached, like a cannonball, suddenly hurtling toward Fang Xing.

Shing!

The Rusty Iron Sword leapt from its sheath; Fang Xing's cultivation avatar's head manifested the Nascent Soul form, and in an instant, a blade of light arrived.

Even so, it could barely shatter half the finger.

Flesh sloughed off the pale finger, revealing a bone fragment that shot forth like an arrow, striking Fang Xing's main body's mecha.

Crack!

The Sun God's Wings unleashed their full power; countless golden feathers gathered on Fang Xing's chest like a breastplate.

Poof!

The mecha was pierced as easily as paper, then the bone arrow struck another layer—dense, soft, yet incredibly resilient golden light.

It was the Dragon Elephant Golden Immortal Body Technique!

Plop!

The technique shattered instantly, but after breaking through two layers of defense, the bone arrow finally slowed slightly, striking Fang Xing's Martial Saint body directly.

"Puff!"

His expression changed; he rapidly retreated backward, snatched the bone arrow with his right hand, and yanked it out.

On his chest was a deep wound exposing bone; dark red blood tinged with faint gold flowed out, then quickly stopped.

"Impressive… if I hadn't ascended to Martial Saint through the Golden Immortal Body and Ninefold Transformation, I'd have been critically wounded by that blow…"

Fang Xing sighed deeply.

In truth, the truly terrifying part wasn't the physical wound.

It was the demonic blood clinging to the bone arrow!

That intense corruption, the moment it breached his defenses, began invading his limbs and organs.

It was as if the Radiant Offspring sought to parasitize his body and revive itself within him.

Even a Federation Martial Saint, unless trained by the Nine Swords Academy, would find this extremely troublesome.

But for Fang Xing, the moment the demonic blood entered his body, it was instantly sent into his consciousness furnace, consumed by the Great Sun Furnace. Even the Great Sun Tathagata Spell's progress surged, informing him this demonic blood was the perfect fuel!

Boom!

As Fang Xing used the Great Sun Tathagata Spell to purge the demonic blood, the opposing Radiant Offspring lost all spiritual fluctuations; its massive corpse collapsed to the ground, still pulsing with vitality.

"Damn… this nearly intact Radiant Offspring corpse should be enough to forge my bio-mecha, right?"

"But according to Han Han Chunfeng's design, my Martial Saint mecha must retain room for future upgrades… key components should ideally be made from the remains of extraterrestrial demonic deities…"

Fang Xing summoned several large storage pouches and carefully stored the Radiant Offspring's corpse.

Then he looked at his mecha.

The "Sun God's Wings" had been pushed to the brink of destruction by the Radiant Offspring's strike.

Fortunately, it was made of living metal with limited self-repair capabilities.

"If so…"

He pressed his chest; countless golden feathers drifted down, forming a pair of golden wings: "Go… find Wol and Sophia… tell them that though they took the wrong path, their goal was right—those demonic cults of this world should not exist…"

The pair of wings immediately became a streak of golden light, chasing after Sophia and Wol.

With such a Rank Seven mecha as a symbol, the future Sun God Cult would surely dominate the mortal realm.

And this mecha would almost certainly become a divine artifact, a sacred relic…

A group of medieval believers worshipping an interstellar-era mecha as a divine object… wouldn't that make perfect sense?

A flash of silver light—Fang Xing and his cultivation avatar vanished.

Several hours later.

In the void, light flickered, and Fang Xing's figure reappeared.

After slaying this Radiant Offspring, the danger of this world to him had dropped drastically.

Many things could now be done.

Crafting his own Martial Saint-class mecha was undoubtedly the most important.

"To leave room for future mecha upgrades… key components should still be made from extraterrestrial demonic deity materials."

"The Pale Mother is the ideal choice… even without seeing the mecha schematics, after taking a few mecha construction courses, I know that in bio-mecha, mother-child material compatibility is extremely high…"

"Since my Martial Saint mecha uses the Radiant Offspring as the primary material, using the Pale Mother for the Divine Saint upgrade is the optimal solution!"

"To reach the Pale Mother's location—simple in theory, difficult in practice…"

Fang Xing's lips curled slightly.

He had just returned to the main universe; first, he secured his gains.

Second, he rested and recovered—his Martial Saint body regenerated quickly, and after soaking in a healing pod, the gaping wound on his chest vanished completely.

He took a deep breath and activated the Star Martial Six Extremes.

One of the extremities immediately transformed into roaring battle qi, spreading through every limb and organ.

It was the "Cross Breathing Method"!

This world's transcendent path had four levels.

Now, with his Martial Saint aura driving it, he instantly reached the "Blazing Sun" level!

This was the level created by the former Sun God Church Saint—Saint Longinus—and in all history, only he had ever reached the Blazing Sun level—the Primordial Spirit Realm!

But today, Fang Xing has reached it too!

BOOM!

Terrifying battle qi condensed, solid as substance, allowing Fang Xing to see that pale mother body.

It resembled an entire world, and upon its body swarmed countless primordial spirits, like parasites gnawing and feeding.

Despite so many primordial spirits parasiting it, even if they ate for ten thousand more years, the pale mother body's size would barely diminish.

This is the terror of an outer realm demon god!

He stepped forward, guided by an intangible sense, and arrived at a place.

Before his eyes, over a dozen primordial spirits of varied forms were devouring a massive pale wall.

At that moment, they all turned their heads, bits of flesh and bone dripping from their jaws.

"Saint Longinus..."

Fang Xing knew he had been "guided" to the region where the Radiant Church resided.

Strictly speaking, this should be one of the best "seats" here.

"Sorry to interrupt your buffet."

Fang Xing smiled faintly, his aura condensing into the Great Sun Tathagata form.

Then, the Great Sun Tathagata form raised one finger to heaven and one to earth, letting out a roar.

The Seventh Form of the Great Sun Tathagata Palm—Scolding the Buddha, Insulting the Ancestors!

Fang Xing's Great Sun Tathagata Palm was forged by blending the Tathagata Palm with the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, not the orthodox lineage of Blue Star University.

Thus, the later forms grew increasingly heretical in nature.

Sound waves imbued with Buddhist chants rolled like tidal waves across the region.

Some primordial spirits could not withstand it; their bodies exploded like soap bubbles and vanished.

"All around the Eighth Realm—you're nowhere near the Radiant Offspring!"

Seeing this, Fang Xing sneered, and swept his hand out.

CRACK!

Large chunks of flesh and bone fell from the pale wall, carrying the rhythm of pale whiteness and death...

(End of Chapter)