Longevity by Grinding Skills

Chapter 485: Chapter 485: Ancestral Master, Save Me

The Puchen Pure Land held little affection for these Sword Madmen from the Wansheng Sword Sect, but he was now the mortal vessel of Amitabha Buddha, enlightened by the World Honored One Tathagata. He was confident they would show him some respect.

Just as Xu Yunfan’s figure was about to breach the boundary of the Sword Sect’s Mountain Protection Array—a massive, invisible barrier based on the mountain itself, enveloping the lone peak and its surroundings...

SHIIING!

A clear sword cry, like a dragon roaring in the heavens, suddenly erupted from Xu Yunfan!

He wasn’t attacking the terrifying spectral image behind him.

Instead, while fleeing at top speed, he violently drew the True Martial Sword from the unadorned scabbard at his waist!

The blade left its scabbard in a piercing flash of cold light!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Xu Yunfan unleashed his ultimate trump card—a swordsmanship technique he was loath to ever use.

It wasn’t the True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword Technique. It was...

The Pure Yang Three Forms!

This swordsmanship was the polar opposite of the True Martial Demon Suppressing Scripture, which was defined by its Evil Qi that soared into the heavens.

It was simple, pure, righteous, and honorable.

The technique consisted of only three moves—a thrust, an upward slash, and a cleave—but the Mental Realm they contained was profound and vast. It was the epitome of hardness and Supreme Yang, utterly pure.

This was the foundational swordsmanship he had learned years ago in the Taoist Sect, back when he was still in the Mortal Martial Dao World of the Divine Martial Realm. He had studied it under his master, Daoist Bi Yuan.

It was a Secret Technique passed down a single line of succession from Daoist Bi Yuan’s master. Legend said it was the swordsmanship created a thousand years ago by the world-renowned Ancestral Master Chunyang, Lv Zu, back when he was still a mortal.

Though simple, it struck at the very heart of the Pure Yang.

In that moment, Xu Yunfan seemed to forget he was a Foundation Establishment Daoist Master. He forgot the terrifying foe at his back. He forgot everything else.

All his power and all his will condensed into the blade, merging into the execution of those three simple moves that held the Pure Yang True Intent!

The first form of Pure Yang Three Forms: Burning Sea.

The light of the sword pulsed like the magnificent, righteous glow of the rising sun!

The second form: Sky Splitting Vault.

The Sword Momentum was like the midday sun, sweeping away all gloom and cleansing all evil.

The third form: Demon Suppression. The Sword Intent was like an immortal pine holding up the heavens. The Pure Yang Sword Gang swept across the land, purging all evil, finally revealing the true meaning of demonic annihilation through Nirvana!

As he executed the sword techniques, Xu Yunfan shot a cold sneer at Sanzang.

’This is my last resort,’ he thought. ’If I’ve guessed wrong, then it’s all over. I’ll just have to use the Divine Soul Exchange, sever the karma of this main body, and pour my consciousness into my avatar to start anew.’

’But if I’m right, then the world is my oyster. I’ll finally have some breathing room.’

Then, Xu Yunfan gathered every ounce of his strength, tilted his head to the sky, and let out a cry that could pierce clouds and shatter stone—a cry filled with endless frustration and a desperate, final sliver of hope.

"Ancestral Master, save me!!!"

"Uh..."

The broad face of the Buddha in the seated spectral image belonged to the descended will of Amitabha Buddha, whose Dao Heart was long perfected and unimpeded. Yet, as it witnessed Xu Yunfan’s chain of actions, an extremely incongruous and bizarre expression forcefully appeared on its grand, solemn face...

A twitch.

’A Demon Dao Foundation Establishment Daoist Master, steeped in Demon Skill and radiating a malevolent aura, who just shattered my Buddhist Golden Body.’

’In the final moments, with his life hanging by a thread as he’s being hunted by the supreme existence of the Buddhist Sect...’

’...he doesn’t resort to demonic trickery, nor does he beg for mercy or surrender.’

’Instead, he runs to the gates of the Wansheng Sword Sect, the leader of the Daoist Sects, and properly performs a set of...’

’...utterly pure, mortal swordsmanship that contains the True Intent of the Daoist Sect?!’

’And to top it all off, he screams "Ancestral Master, save me!!!" at the top of his lungs?!’

Absurd!

Ludicrous!

The most absurd joke in the world!

This was, without a doubt, the greatest joke since the dawn of the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.

The emotional shock of the moment was so great that even this supreme existence nearly lost control of the solemn visage formed by his descended will. The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably as an indescribable sense of absurdity washed over him.

He could only feel that the actions of this ant-like cultivator were so unorthodox, so wildly absurd, that they had surpassed the limits of all reason.

’What is this?’

’Some kind of prank before he dies?’

’Or just the desperate act of a dying man clutching at straws?’

"Stubbornly refusing to be enlightened! You seek your own death!"

That vast, ethereal voice was now tinged with vexation.

He truly had no desire to watch this embarrassing farce any longer.

It was true that the Buddhist Cultivators of the Puchen Pure Land were renowned for being absurdly thick-skinned—so thick-skinned, it was said their faces could rival twenty-four layers of a city wall’s corner. They could smile serenely even when being condemned by a thousand accusers.

However, Xu Yunfan’s actions were truly outrageous.

For a supposed Demon Dao Daoist Master to be performing the Pure Yang Sword Technique before the gates of the leading Daoist Sect, screaming for an Ancestral Master to save him... it was a farce of proportions unheard of in history.

Sanzang suddenly sensed ripples in the void. Several waves of Divine Thought from various directions pierced through the misty mountains, their mix of shock and ridicule feeling like thorns in his back.

’Those experts from the other sects, watching from the shadows, are probably laughing their heads off.’

’The methods of this Saint Monk from Puchen Pure Land are a little too harsh, driving his opponent to the point of madness and irrational behavior.’

Sanzang’s face burned with shame. He decided to capture Xu Yunfan now and deal with him properly back in the Bodhi Pure Land.

In an instant, a colossal, Glazed Buddha Palm condensed silently in the void. It ignored all distance, reaching directly for Xu Yunfan. Against the backdrop of the immense Sword Peak, his figure seemed infinitesimally small as he crossed the boundary of the Wansheng Sword Sect’s Mountain Protection Array. The palm moved with a gentle, yet irresistible, grasping motion.

The power contained within this Buddha Palm completely surpassed that of the previous Golden Body. There was no way Xu Yunfan could resist it.

Sanzang had pushed the power of Amitabha Buddha’s mortal vessel to its absolute limit—a power that would make even a True Monarch take notice. Moreover, he hadn’t broken the rules; he was still technically using the power of a Foundation Establishment Great Daoist Master.

The quality of the power, however, slightly exceeded the limit.

But given the reputation of the World Honored One Tathagata, such a minor transgression was harmless.

The hairs on Xu Yunfan’s body stood on end as the shadow of death instantly fell over him.

But he couldn’t worry about that anymore.

He had already performed the Pure Yang Three Forms and shouted for his Ancestral Master.

He even closed his eyes, resigning himself to the descent of the Glazed Buddha Palm.

He was just waiting for the moment of impact to sever his karma and detonate his main body.

The expression on Sanzang’s spectral image returned to a calm indifference, a look that said, ’The dust has finally settled.’ He prepared to capture Xu Yunfan and take him away.

However, just as the Glazed Buddha Palm was about to strike the center of Xu Yunfan’s back...

The unexpected happened!

BOOM!!!!!

The entire world seemed to fall silent.

A light.

A wave of Sword Qi.

A radiance whose splendor, purity, and power defied all description.

Without warning, it erupted from the very summit of Wansheng Sword Sect’s main peak—the one that stood straight as a sword, towering into the clouds. It burst forth from that absolute pinnacle, a place of churning clouds and howling Gang Winds that seemed to have stood since time immemorial.

It wasn’t shot out.

It simply exploded into existence.

Like the very first ray of light at the dawn of the universe.

In an instant, it scattered all the clouds covering the peak, and the sky for hundreds of miles around blazed with light.

The light was so brilliant it made the midday sun seem dim.

Sword light.

A pure, ultimate, supreme Sword Intent.

It was not a ghastly, blinding white. Instead, it was something indescribable—the ultimate form of "sword" itself, condensed and sublimated from every concept of the blade that had ever existed.

It was glorious, yet cold. It was Destruction, yet it was protection. It was the absolute resolve to sever all bonds.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!