Chapter 1090

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, and a golden shadow descended from the sky, crashing heavily onto the mountain peak, shattering the rock and scattering Xuanyang Lihuo everywhere; that golden spear of Xuanyang Lihuo, renowned in the north, was embedded in the spiderweb-like impact crater, its tail vibrating slightly.

Its radiance, however, appeared dim, far inferior to the shimmering brilliance of the golden halberd in the sky.

The man with golden eyes and ink-black armor stood silently in the air; the luxurious royal cloak no longer draped over him, and the overbearing, bright halberd had also fallen into the valley. His lips were paler than usual, and he held only a halberd in his hand, yet he was more terrifying than when he had arrived in full regalia, leaving all the cultivators present breathless and unable to speak.

"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled incessantly in the heavens and earth, and the gloomy clouds seemed to grow thinner; the black, illusory colors of the Guzhou Cauldron drifted across the horizon for a moment before quickly dissipating.

White sand and glaze began to fall from the sky with a rustling sound.

This white sand was as fine as dust, pouring down like a blizzard, covering the entire Bai Xiang Valley; thousands of glazed pieces rolled down, some as large as a human head, others as brilliant as stars, weaving together like rain.

Amidst this glazed rain, a shadow was shrouding the earth.

It was a head with a lotus-like ushnisha, as large as a mountain.

Lord Guangchan's Dharma body was particularly peculiar; it seemed not to have been cultivated by himself but rather assisted by external forces. In the instant his Dharma light collapsed, it did not shatter immediately but instead descended from the sky like a meteorite!

The countless monks and golden palace complexes that had originally stood upon this head, like glazed ornaments of two blessed lands, were already gray and dim; the palaces had collapsed, and that mouth hung open powerlessly, with nothing beneath the interlocking, sharp teeth.

The white cicada that had been crawling in his mouth was gone.

And a line of bright gold to white appeared from the ushnisha on the crown of his head, passing through the center of his brow, the bridge of his nose, and his lower lip, extending all the way to his neck, which appeared to have been bitten through.

"Boom!"

As this massive head crashed into the valley and toppled over, the left and right faces slowly separated, falling outward with a boom, revealing the jade-like brain matter and white bone within.

Split in two, Jinlian Mohe fell.

"Lord Guangchan is dead, killed in a single blow."

The entire Bai Xiang Valley was deathly silent. Li Li Jiangliang, standing beside Lord Guangchan's remains, felt a chill through his entire body. He turned to look at his two brothers; Li Li Jiangxia was speechless, frozen in place, while Li Li Jianglong watched quietly, equally silent.

In the hearts of the three, an unbelievable thought arose simultaneously:

"A single halberd..."

Chang Yun silently clasped his hands, understanding in his heart. Tuoba Ci, however, seemed dazzled by the scorching golden light; he stared straight at the gray-white pupils of the corpse in disbelief. Proud as he was, he remained silent.

"..."

Lord Guangchan was dead! He had fallen without even being able to connect with the Precious Tooth!

"Is this... still human?"

Who was Lord Guangchan... the master of the Precious Tooth Golden Land. To put it bluntly, Lord Guangchan was not only the apple of the eye of the Great Mu Dharma Realm, but even the entire Buddhist orthodoxy held him in their hearts; he was a figure personally watched by the Lord of the Great Mu Dharma Realm himself...

His death was not merely the death of a Fifth-Generation Jinlian Mohe, but represented the "Precious Tooth Golden Land"—the cooked duck in the hands of the Great Mu Dharma Realm and the Buddhist orthodoxy—flapping its wings and flying away, lost to the Buddhist orthodoxy once again!

His death was comparable to the death of a Seventh or even Eighth-Generation Great Jinlian Mohe!

Gao Gao Fangjing felt dizzy and dared not raise his head, silently lowering his brow.

"They were all calculated by him... The Wei Emperor's 'Red Severing Arrowhead' toyed with the Baiqiang until they crossed the Tao River and were annihilated. Now, this divine ability in his hands also treats Tuoba Ci and Chang Yun as nothing... and even helped him..."

The same doubt surfaced in everyone's mind.

"Are we still fighting?"

But the most terrified and incredulous were the five Eyed Lianmin. No one even paid attention to the "Gate of Heaven" covered in cracks. The white sand and glaze falling from the sky made four of them turn their heads in hesitation, looking together at the same Eyed Lianmin!

This person was under the seat of Sadu—Lord Guangchan's Eyed Lianmin!

This Golden Body's face was deathly pale, and he stood in place as if in a dream. He could never have imagined... that in just a single turn, his own Jinlian Mohe... a dignified Fifth-Generation Jinlian Mohe, would fall on the spot!

The Precious Tooth had escaped, yet his rank was still within the Precious Tooth and Lord Guangchan's status!

Back when the Wrathful Manifestation fell and the Buddhist lands were locked, the dignified Dharma Protector of the Northern Fumo Temple and direct disciple of the Wrathful Manifestation had to live a half-dead life with a crippled Dharma body, regardless of how many methods or how much cultivation he had, let alone the tiny Precious Tooth that was already shaken...

He only had time to reveal a trace of despair before his Dharma body's illusory colors vanished instantly. His rolling life force poured out of his body like a broken dam. In no more than a single breath, with a scream, he exploded into a mist of blood in the air.

There was no glaze, no golden sand; he seemed like nothing more than a mortal.

But the silent Bai Xiang Valley shook violently because of his scream. A pure white sword light soared into the sky, but countless pink pupils exploded in the air. A bright, brilliant pearl burst, shattering the cyan-white light, and the thousand-eyed Golden Body standing on the hill suddenly vanished!

Seeing the situation was dire, this Jinlian Mohe did not say a word; he abandoned his treasures, bled himself, and simply vanished!

"What else is there to fight for! Even Lord Guangchan, who held the Precious Tooth, is dead!"

Maha Zhelu felt it was unbelievable to the point of being ridiculous.

"The layout in the south was quiet, but its movement was shocking. After Li Li Zhouwei's strike, he was only slightly pale, his divine ability shaken... What kind of concept is this... It is equivalent to the north losing Lord Guangchan, a combatant who could rank in the top three among everyone here, for no reason!"

With the balance of power shifted, it was enough to overturn a great war! Let alone what the other cultivators... would think after seeing this scene? The colors of the Guzhou Cauldron were still flickering; who would be the next to be banished, to die completely?

Maha Zhelu would never bet on whether these immortal cultivators had the means to restrain Li Li Zhouwei!

With the strongest, Maha Zhelu, gone, various divine abilities exploded in the air instantly, each going its own way. Colors were chaotic, and before the rolling dark clouds could shroud the earth, one Golden Body after another defiantly committed suicide! The Northern True Persons fled for their lives amidst this earth-shattering explosion of brilliance!

But the speed at which Yang Yang Ruizao's Guzhou Cauldron shrouded the area was terrifying. It extended in an instant. Those far away, or those previously dragged into the "Red Severing Arrowhead," were better off, but those close by, struggling in the midst of the three holders of Brother Xuan, had no time to commit suicide, and were not even qualified to commit suicide!

Amidst the crashing, exploding brilliance, one was banished by the Qi of Banishment and fell on the spot. The remaining two stood dumbfounded, speechless... These two were still burning with the raging 【Ignorance Water and Fire】, with no way to heaven and no door to enter the earth!

The Great Zhao's forces were defeated like a mountain collapsing amidst the overwhelming white sand, scattering like a tide!

Whether it was Chen Yin, who was facing Helian Helian Wujiang, or Xianyao, who was struggling under Lord Murong Yan, they had only been delaying with difficulty. Once they gained relief, they retreated in disarray, looking at each other with relief and shock!

Chen Yin, carrying his sword with a heavy expression; Xianyao, silent and wordless; Senior Tinglan, with a face full of astonishment; and even Liu Bai, who had come carrying his sword, all looked toward Li Li Zhouwei. Words of praise and astonishment were stuck in their chests, turning into silence as they raised their brows to look at him:

"This is Yang Yang Ruiyi's arrangement..."

"From beginning to end, it was a play performed by Yang Yang Ruiyi and Li Li Ximing... This kind of calculation involving Dharma images is not a trivial matter; even we were kept completely in the dark..."

Of course, there was also True Person Can Zhaojing, Li Li Ximing, who came stepping through the air with his head held high and a smile.

"Heh!"

This True Person had long since put away that golden tower. He flicked his sleeves and carefully picked up a white-skinned, gold-edged Brother Xuan drum and a Qin-water glazed lotus throne from the sky full of glaze. He then chose his divine abilities and picked up the kasaya that had fallen to the ground with a large hole in it.

Now, with a slight crook of his finger, the golden spear on the ground also leaped up like a swallow returning to its nest, falling into his palm. The spear was seven feet five inches long, stunning in color, with raging fire—truly a fine treasure!

Naturally, no one would compete with the Li clan for these spoils of war, allowing Li Li Ximing to pick them up to his heart's content!

Contentment aside, Li Li Ximing still saw the cracks in Li Li Zhouwei's "Gate of Heaven." Regardless of how satisfying Lord Guangchan's fall was, he was slightly worried and secretly transmitted his voice:

"How are your injuries?"

Li Li Zhouwei did not move at all. He appeared heavily injured and was struggling to regulate his breath, but in reality, his body was already surging with waves, and various illusions were faintly appearing before his eyes, brightening and then extinguishing!

【Brightening Sun and Moon】 feedback!

The feedback from killing Lord Guangchan was truly not small... If one were to say that his cultivation had already surpassed the level of True Persons like Helian Helian Wujiang, who relied primarily on techniques, he had now taken a great stride forward, far surpassing him, reaching the level of the third tier.

It was a pity that although Chen Yin had divided the second tier into cultivators like Chi Chi Buzi and Chang Xiao, cultivation was difficult to measure. The more profound it was, the more vast and difficult it became. The gap between Chi Chi Buzi and Helian Helian Wujiang was terrifyingly large, enough to fit two Mount Qingchi Sects and more.

After this battle, Li Li Zhouwei now understood the benefits of profound cultivation more and more. This was something that had a subtle and great benefit in both combat and cultivation, and he was not in a hurry:

"Only one Lord Guangchan... There are still opportunities... Now that I have reached the Purple Mansion Immortal Threshold, there is plenty of time for me to stir up the winds and clouds!"

Facing Li Li Ximing's concern, he nodded slightly.

In fact, his state was not considered good. Although his divine ability and magic power, which had been exhausted, were being rapidly replenished as the battle ended, the damage to the "Gate of Heaven" caused his Rising Yang extreme pain, vibrating incessantly in waves.

"Although the 'Gate of Heaven' is robust, it is not meant to be used this way. It cannot withstand such damage. If it were someone else, receiving such a blow would inevitably result in severe damage to their divine ability, requiring more than a dozen years of nurturing. Fortunately, my foundation is solid, I am well-prepared, and I wore the royal cloak... It is still passable..."

This injury was considered neither light nor heavy. He gained a portion of recovery when the "Red Severing Arrowhead" was withdrawn, and his White White Qilin life force was stimulated to its peak. After the success of the Jun Daowei technique, he received feedback, repairing it with an additional ninety percent progress...

"I estimate that this feedback will stabilize the divine ability in three days, allowing it to be used. In three months, it will be a minor injury. Thus, I will use it up, nurture it myself, take some elixirs, and I will inevitably be fine within a year."

"It is only a pity that the clear Qi of the 【Xuanhong Technique】 can only cultivate the Dharma body and not the divine ability, otherwise it would heal faster!"

Seeing his elder nod in relief, the Wei Wang, under the gaze of the masses, casually took the long halberd brought by the White Qilin formed from rolling clouds. He reversed the spear tip, his golden eyes crossing the distance of space, and landed on the two Eyed Lianmin who were draped in water and fire, as honest as quails:

"These are all immortal merits..."

Seeing the fierce god looking over, these two fellows were scared deathly pale. Seeing the curved blade turning, Yang Yang Ruiyi finally stepped out from the crowd and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, show mercy—we must capture the Emperor before us."

Yang Yang Ruiyi's seniority was not small, but he still felt apprehensive facing Li Li Zhouwei. He lowered his brow slightly and did not look directly at him. Fortunately, the Wei Wang nodded and took an imperial decree from his sleeve, saying:

"Senior Tinglan, Can Zhaojing, return for reinforcements immediately. Guard Tongmo and Mount Xiping, and be wary of the Western Shu's treachery."

Although Li Li Zhouwei's arrival achieved the goal of breaking the various Buddhist forces, the south's strength was ultimately a notch weaker. The current situation remained dire. The system formed by Xuanmiao and Shanji was like a nail, invading the south while also stabbing at the abdomen of the current Mount Tangdao and Sanjiang, which was truly awkward.

"And the Qing clan is fickle; they would absolutely not mind testing the east again to weaken the results achieved by the Great Song... It is unavoidable..."

If one were to really calculate it, the safety of the territories of Li Li Zhouwei, Chen Yin, and others was definitely more important than the Great Song. If something really happened, they obviously would not mind abandoning the glorious results achieved today.

To appease his thoughts, Yang Yang Ruiyi had already sent Wen Qing of Ziyan. It was obvious that there had been arrangements long ago. The two accepted the order and retreated immediately. With a bottom line in his heart, Li Li Zhouwei said:

"Bai Xiang has been captured, and the Zhao cultivators have scattered, but Bai Ye is still in the abdomen, backed by Xuanmiao. If any troops emerge, they will inevitably disturb our rear. I ask you all to guard Bai Xiang Valley, using the turbid Sha Ling as a pocket to deter Bai Ye and Xuanmiao."

Everyone agreed. The Wei Wang then looked at Liu Bai and smiled:

"Protector, please coordinate with me from east to west to lift the siege of Mount Tangdao together!"

Golden light in heaven and earth.

East of Guanlong, north of Mount Luoxia, loess flooded, the towering Taihang Mountains, undulating terrain, crisscrossing river valleys, and five peaks rose up, their summits devoid of trees, with countless golden temples and temples everywhere. This was the Five Peaks Mountain of the Bright Dharma Realm, and its highest Dharma realm was 【Qingliang Terrace】.

At the top of this Buddhist terrace, one could see countless golden statues. To the side, the Western Terrace was 【Baoya Terrace】, where there were countless temples and even more monks. There were even many cultivators flying up and down, residing within.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in 【Baoya Terrace】 was strange, footsteps were chaotic, and many monks were going up and down, some whispering, others speaking with hatred. There were even Great Virtues vomiting blood and falling to the ground, being hurriedly carried away and sent into the temples.

Amidst the noise, an old monk walked up hurriedly, his face full of panic. He pushed open the temple at the highest point and entered. In the center was a statue, golden-eyed and red-bodied, with infinite brilliance, sitting on a White Qilin, ninety-nine zhang and nine chi tall, only one chi shorter than the Supreme Statue on 【Qingliang Terrace】.

And to the side, there was another statue, a handsome monk with clear brows and bright eyes, pure white all over, fifty-five zhang tall. But at this moment... a golden-white trace was spreading down from the handsome monk's clean head, disappearing into his collar!

This scene could not be clearer!

"My Lord!"

The old monk's heart was collapsing like a mountain. He fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, sobbing uncontrollably. He was both terrified and insane, crying for a long time before crawling out, wailing:

"Go quickly and invite... go quickly and invite the Little Martial Uncle!"

But all the noise in the temple instantly quieted. A pair of simple cloth shoes stepped into the hall. A young monk in black helped the old man up, his face complex. He wiped the tears from the old man's face and raised his brows to look at the shattered statue.

This statue seemed ready to shatter at any moment, yet an invisible color bound its form, making it a whole. Dense cracks appeared on his body as if they were his decorations, perfectly and harmoniously.

Yet the kasaya did not shatter.

The monk in black watched for a while, stepped forward, and spread his hands. The kasaya on the statue was turning into brilliance with the wind, like a gorgeous waterfall, pouring all over the ground. His eyes were red, and he said quietly:

"With the Great Learning on his body, the nephew's wish is fulfilled; he does not die with hatred."