Chapter 1062

Even if they knew they were no match, they still refused to give up easily.

At once, they gathered the power of the Red Fire Wu Dao Sword Twenty-Three, condensing it into a single line, and struck upward against that world-destroying palm.

"What a load of crap, Bodhidharma! Since you've interfered, I'll destroy you along with them."

How could the God of Longevity and Immortality not have seen Bodhidharma's assistance to Yagyu Muji?

The giant palm pushed down violently; this time, he intended to wipe everything on this snow peak from the world.

Including Yagyu Muji, Bodhidharma, and everything else beneath this palm.

This palm strike was pushed to its absolute limit by the God of Longevity and Immortality.

In an instant, the entire space shattered with a roar.

Behind the countless spatial fragments, streams of spatial turbulence actually appeared.

It was just that the God of Longevity and Immortality, having already unleashed this world-destroying palm, drew in a portion of the spatial turbulence to add to the strike.

But even more spatial turbulence spread outward, causing the sky to appear as if it were collapsing and caving in.

"It's over, it's over... How could the Master's descent bring about such a great calamity..."

Ni Zongchi, inside the belly of the snow peak, looked ashen.

The world-destroying palm of the God of Longevity and Immortality had already left them with no hope of survival.

They had only hoped that the invincible divine arts of Bodhidharma, combined with the old man from the East, could leave a glimmer of life for this snow peak.

But now, this palm strike had actually caused the heavens to collapse and the earth to rend.

Even if they escaped this world-destroying palm, who could withstand the sky falling afterward?

The other old monks of the Heart Zen Hall were just like Ni Zongchi, their expressions extremely grim.

After all, what they wanted to do was welcome the Teacher back into the world, not destroy it.

Now, not only were they going to die, but if they caused the sky to collapse, all living things in this realm would suffer.

Bodhidharma sat upright on the stone platform, watching these celestial phenomena without any fear.

Instead, he smiled, pressed his palms together, and sat peacefully on the stone platform.

Just as the firmament shattered and spatial turbulence raged.

A golden light came from beyond the heavens, passing through the world-destroying palm of the God of Longevity and Immortality as if it were nothing, and projected onto Bodhidharma.

Subsequently, Bodhidharma was bathed in golden light, and the stone platform beneath him transformed into a lotus throne.

His entire being seemed to have become a reincarnated Buddha.

He held one palm upright, chanting Buddhist scriptures.

"You bald thief, still chanting at a time like this? Chant my ass!"

Although the God of Longevity and Immortality found the golden light strange, he did not care in the slightest.

He pushed the world-destroying palm down with even greater speed.

In his mind, this was already his strongest palm strike.

Even among the great guest ministers of the Green Dragon Society, how many could withstand it?

For a time, as his speed increased, the collapse of heaven and earth became increasingly severe.

Not to mention the Western Regions, even people far away in the Central Plains gradually discovered the strange phenomena in the west.

The scene of the sky collapsing and the earth rending made countless people tremble with fear, their hearts uneasy.

Even accomplished martial artists were left dumbfounded and anxious.

Although the image of the sky collapsing had not yet fully spread to them.

For some unknown reason, the land near the three thousand temples began to shake violently.

It was as if the earth were moving and the mountains were swaying.

Countless people, terrified and uneasy, could not help but pray to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens to protect them.

Just at this moment, above the three thousand temples across the land,

a golden screen of light suddenly appeared.

Within the light screen, an image could be vaguely seen.

A majestic, awe-inspiring god, reaching up to the heavens, had actually pierced the sky and was striking downward.

Beneath his palm, a disheveled ascetic sat on a lotus throne, constantly chanting.

"Ah! So it's a god fighting a Buddha?"

"What kind of god is that? He's pierced the sky—what kind of god is that!"

"Then what is this?"

"How would I know? Since it appeared above the temple, shouldn't we ask the Abbot?"

"Abbot, what exactly is this? Is this the change in the sky in the west?"

"Amitabha, this is the gods being dissatisfied with the ignorance of the world, wanting to destroy it and start anew.

Our Buddha is merciful and has sent a great virtuous monk to obstruct the gods' attempt to destroy the world!"

"What? Is it really the gods wanting to destroy the world?"

"What kind of bullshit god is that? If he wants to destroy the world, he wants to kill you and me—what kind of god is that?"

"Then, then, then..."

"Then what? In my opinion, that great virtuous monk is the only one who can be called a world-saving Buddha."

"Right! World-saving Buddha, hurry and defeat that world-destroying evil god."

"Right! World-saving Buddha."

In front of temples across the Central Plains, countless similar conversations were taking place.

Through the monks' explanations, the public believed that it was a world-destroying god fighting a world-saving Buddha.

For a time, countless believers and non-believers alike, led by the monks, began to chant Buddhist scriptures.

Hoping that the world-saving Buddha in their hearts could save this world from the world-destroying god.

"The calamity of world destruction is truly the beginning of our sect's prosperity!"

Bodhidharma sat on the lotus throne, chanting scriptures.

As he felt the ever-increasing power of faith from across the land, he could not help but be overjoyed.

This plan of his was truly excellent.

As long as he could collect the faith of this world, he...

Just as he was becoming more and more excited, a scream distracted Bodhidharma.

It turned out that Yagyu Muji had pushed the Red Fire Wu Dao Sword Twenty-Three to its limit.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, striking back against the world-destroying palm.

But this palm strike was truly the most terrifying one the God of Longevity and Immortality had ever unleashed; how could Yagyu Muji block it?

Thus, the result of the counter-attack was the shattering of the Red Fire Wu Dao Sword Twenty-Three.

Subsequently, the sword intent backfired, and Yagyu Muji, severely wounded and near death, let out a scream and fell heavily from the sky into the dust.

"Mayflies shaking a giant tree, ridiculously overestimating their own strength!

Yagyu Muji, did you really think that by defeating one Sword Saint Huangfu, you could be invincible in our Central Plains?"

Seeing such a destructive result, the God of Longevity and Immortality was incomparably proud and could not help but laugh.

The image of the god he had condensed also laughed along with him.

Yet Bodhidharma had broadcast everything here to the countless temples across the land of Shenzhou.

But he had deliberately cut out the scene of Yagyu Muji striking back against the world-destroying palm.

"That world-destroying god is actually still laughing arrogantly!"

"Pah, everyone said he wasn't a god, he isn't a god."

"Amitabha, let us not say any more, let us chant quickly!

The Abbot said that as long as we chant and pray, we are with the world-saving Buddha.

The world-saving Buddha will be able to help us withstand the power of this world destruction."

"Right, right, right, chant quickly, chant quickly."

In front of the three thousand temples, countless pilgrims and believers once again calmed their hearts and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

Streams of invisible power of faith, following their chanting, drifted toward the west.

Feeling the increasing power of faith, Bodhidharma became more and more confident.