Chapter 1063

Even though Liusheng Wuji had already been defeated, he paid it no mind at all.

He simply raised one finger toward the divine image condensed by the God of Immortality, and bellowed,

"Begone! Evil god, retreat at once!"

"Evil my ass!"

The God of Immortality hated most being called an evil god by others.

Added to that, Patriarch Xue Damo had just spoken up to help Liusheng Wuji.

At this moment he was thoroughly enraged, and the giant palm continued pressing downward.

As the giant palm pressed down, the already battered snow peaks could endure no longer.

Before the giant palm even reached them, they crumbled apart one after another.

The towering, soaring snow peaks actually turned into clumps of rubble, tumbling down toward the foot of the mountain.

And the ground at the foot of the mountain was further split open inch by inch under the crushing pressure of the giant palm.

In the stone hall within the mountain's belly, the old monk of the Heart Zen Hall who was still alive, the four great secret agents of Dragon Guard Shanzhuang, and the couple Luo Jusheng—

They wanted to rely on their lightness skill to dodge and flee for their lives.

But the might of heaven and earth at this moment—how could they possibly resist it?

Whether it was the old monk of the Heart Zen Hall, whose cultivation still remained, or the four great secret agents and the couple Luo Jusheng, whose true essence had long been drained dry—

Under this heaven-rending, earth-cracking catastrophe, they all died miserable deaths.

The old monk of the Heart Zen Hall held on a little longer, still thinking of calling out to Patriarch Xue Damo for rescue.

But at this moment Patriarch Xue Damo's entire focus was placed on resisting the world-destroying giant palm, and on putting on a show.

As for the life and death of his disciples on the ground, he had no attention to spare for them at all.

Therefore these scheming old monks all died with unwillingness.

"Die!"

The God of Immortality cared nothing for any of this. The giant palm had finally pushed to a spot not far from Patriarch Xue Damo, and he roared out.

The giant palm slammed down violently, and the entire heaven and earth once again suffered an even greater-scale collapse.

Clang!

But just at this moment, a gleaming golden circular barrier appeared, covering the area around Patriarch Xue Damo's lotus platform.

It actually blocked this world-destroying palm strike!

"This is impossible…"

The God of Immortality stared at this egg-like golden barrier, his face full of disbelief.

At this moment, though Patriarch Xue Damo was putting on a show in order to resist the God of Immortality's attack, he had indeed revealed his full strength.

The God of Immortality could clearly sense that this so-called Patriarch Xue Damo, although he had already reached the peak cultivation of the Supreme Mythical Realm, was ultimately inferior to himself.

Added to that, this palm strike was already the best palm strike the God of Immortality had ever unleashed.

It was only because, in this palm strike, he had inadvertently drawn upon a strand of power left behind by that mysterious existence who had once saved him from the sea of suffering and remade his fleshly body for him.

This strand of power was one of the keys enabling him to deliver this palm strike.

He felt that even if Xiao Jingtian and Xiao Aoshi of the Qinglong Society joined hands, they might not necessarily be able to receive this strike.

Yet how could this Patriarch Xue Damo receive it?

Patriarch Xue Damo laughed secretly in his heart, but not the slightest trace showed on his face.

While continuing to chant sutras on one side, he said to the divine image,

"Even if mortals have many more faults, you, as a heavenly god, how could you wantonly destroy the world?

Listen to this old monk's advice—retract this calamity, and dispel this disaster!"

Saying so, Patriarch Xue Damo gave a wave of his sleeve as well.

A palm strike that had been earth-shaking, nearly world-destroying, gradually dissipated under this flick of his sleeve.

Even the divine image seemed to have suffered heavy injuries, staggering backward several steps.

Each step caused the earth to shake and the mountains to tremble, the tremors traveling far away to the Central Lands.

"How is this possible? What demonic trick did you use?"

The God of Immortality felt it was simply unbelievable.

Even if his palm strike were broken by someone, it should not have been broken by this Xue Damo!

Even if Xue Damo could break it, it should not have been so light and effortless, broken with just a single palm!

What on earth was going on?

"The sea of suffering is boundless—turn back, and you shall reach the shore! How long must you remain so obstinately deluded?

Kneel down before me!"

Patriarch Xue Damo looked at the God of Immortality's bewildered appearance and nearly laughed until his stomach cramped.

On the surface, however, he kept up the act, and gently pointed a finger at the divine image.

The divine image, which had been staggering backward and had just steadied itself, suddenly bent both knees and knelt down toward the earth.

"No…"

The God of Immortality was in agony, roaring loudly.

He wanted to use the Heaven-Shifting Divine Art together with the World-Destroying Demonic Body to once again control this divine image.

But in the end, he could not do it….

The God of Immortality could clearly sense that he had lost control over this divine image!

Yet how could this be!

This divine image was something he had built upon the demonic-god phantom of the World-Destroying Demonic Body as its foundation.

Supplemented by the Heaven-Shifting Divine Art to draw upon the vital essence of heaven and earth within a thousand li, using it as bone and flesh.

Finally, adding his own martial Dao意念 and that wisp of power from the mysterious supreme existence as the central core.

Each of these steps could truly be called irreplaceable.

And each step was also connected to himself.

Why would something he himself created refuse to obey him?

The Undying God could not figure it out…

On the other side, Patriarch Xue Damo gave a single command, and actually made that heavenly god image kneel.

In an instant, the entire Tianyu Shenzhou burst into an uproar!

"Haha! This World-Saving Buddha truly can save the world — this evil god actually really knelt."

"Of course. The World-Saving Buddha's Buddhist Dharma is boundless; how could a mere little evil god compare?"

"Honestly, don't even say it — look, the evil god knelt, and now the sky isn't collapsing, and the earth isn't splitting either!"

The crowd near the temple, hearing this, immediately looked toward the four directions.

Sure enough, the earth-shaking, rumbling tremors that had just occurred silently stopped.

The collapsing sky in the distant west was also gradually being restrained.

This catastrophe of world's destruction had truly been halted under the World-Saving Buddha's intervention…

"Quick, keep praying! Although the World-Saving Buddha has already blocked this tribulation, we cannot stop our sincere prayers!"

"Right, right, right, continue, continue…"

Seeing that the tribulation of heaven and earth had actually been saved, the crowd recited sutras with even greater zeal.

Patriarch Xue Damo sensed the increasingly thick power of faith, and his heart had long since bloomed with joy.

This scheme had truly paid off enormously.

And it was all thanks to that Undying God being so wonderfully cooperative!

A glance from the corner of his eye toward the distant Undying God showed that this extreme-path powerhouse was now like a stray dog, panicked and uneasy.

Patriarch Xue Damo's lips curved slightly, disdain in his heart.

He only wondered how such a person could ever have been chosen.

Yet his face remained impassive, continuing to put on an act, lecturing the heavenly god image.

Naturally, he would not spare the Undying God another glance.

"Do you still not understand?"

Just as Patriarch Xue Damo kept performing his act of "lecturing" the heavenly god image—