Longevity by Grinding Skills

Chapter 520: Chapter 520: The Path to the Golden Dao

Above Cold Crow Pass, the vicious and insidious killing intent of Nirvana abruptly dissipated.

The execution of this Wonderful Technique, which had neutralized Great Awakening Bodhisattva’s finger attack, was enough to prove that True Monarch Qing Yuan’s Daoist Cultivation was a cut above Great Awakening Bodhisattva’s.

Over the Eastern Wilderness, Great Awakening Bodhisattva’s expression shifted slightly. He hadn’t expected True Monarch Qing Yuan to strike second yet arrive first, blocking his finger attack.

"Bald donkey, is bullying the weak with your strength how the Puchen Pure Land teaches you?"

True Monarch Qing Yuan’s expression was icy. Immortal Palace Pure Qi coiled around him, making him look like an Exiled Immortal descending upon the mortal world.

He said coolly, "Bald donkey, is bullying the weak with your strength how the Puchen Pure Land teaches you? For a mere squabble over a Golden Core Fruit Position, must someone of your station personally stoop so low and tear away all pretense?!"

Facing True Monarch Qing Yuan, the flicker of annoyance on Great Awakening Bodhisattva’s face vanished instantly, replaced once more by a placid calm, like an ancient, undisturbed well.

’His opponent is stronger than him, but I, Great Awakening Bodhisattva, am not made of clay.’

’It’s not so easy to kill a Golden Core True Monarch.’

He chanted a Buddha’s Name, his voice grand and solemn, rumbling across space.

"Amitabha Buddha. This fiend is a Demon from the Primordial Demon Sect. He harbors treacherous intentions and now seeks to steal a Dao Fruit, fanning the flames of his demonic nature.

Slaying this fiend, cleansing the universe, and restoring clarity to the world is an act of upholding the Righteous Dao in the mortal realm.

This talk of ’bullying the weak’ is merely the Demon’s sophistry! When slaying demons and purging evil, how can there be distinctions of seniority or rank?"

His words were filled with righteous awe, as if he himself were the embodiment of justice, lending unquestionable legitimacy to any action taken against the Primordial Sect.

"Hahahahaha!"

Hearing this, True Monarch Qing Yuan wasn’t angered. Instead, he laughed out of sheer fury, his laughter filled with undisguised mockery and contempt.

"Clarity to the world? The Righteous Dao of the mortal realm? Wonderful! How truly wonderful!"

He clapped his hands lightly.

"The world says my Primordial Sect is selfish and self-serving, that we believe in the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

That’s right. When my sect acts, profit comes first. We seize the opportunities of heaven and earth for our own benefit, and our methods could perhaps be called ruthless.

But at least we know what we’re doing. Whether we’re demons or Daoists, we do it openly. We own it."

His tone shifted, and he said hauntingly, "But you bald donkeys from the Puchen Pure Land...

Heh heh... Spouting ’Amitabha Buddha’ with every breath, speaking of compassion in every sentence, yet you commit the most insidious and venomous deeds. You point fingers, calling everyone else a demon, forcing karma upon others and forcibly ’enlightening’ the masses, with hypocrisy carved into your very bones.

When it comes to crooked paths and the twisted Evil Nature of your filthy thoughts, I believe your Puchen Pure Land is the undisputed champion.

The more you feign solemnity and dignity on the surface, the more likely you’ve already fallen to demonic ways without realizing it. My Primordial Sect ought to recognize your Puchen Pure Land as a land of demons. You’re not trying to build an Earthly Buddha Country; you’re building an earthly demon country."

These heart-piercing words struck directly at the hypocritical foundation of the Puchen Pure Land, puncturing the naked greed hidden beneath their banner of morality.

Under True Monarch Qing Yuan’s sharp, almost venomous tirade, Great Awakening Bodhisattva’s expression was finally no longer as calm as an undisturbed well.

However, it showed no trace of anger, but rather a deeper, colder shade, as if a Buddha statue had been stripped of its disguise, revealing a hard essence of neither gold nor stone within.

There was no change of shame or anger on his face at being exposed. Instead, within that emotionless calm, a profound chill potent enough to freeze the Divine Soul began to brew.

"Demon! Your sophistry, slandering the Buddha and blaspheming the sacred, adds another layer to your crimes!"

Great Awakening Bodhisattva’s voice lost its prior grandeur and solemnity. It became unnaturally flat, devoid of any emotion, yet it carried a heart-stopping pressure.

"Today, I will send you to your final bliss to atone for your sins!"

’The other Bodhisattvas are still locked in a life-or-death battle with several True Monarchs from the Primordial Sect. It won’t do for me to just stand here talking.’

Before the words had even faded, Great Awakening Bodhisattva attacked without hesitation.

He raised a withered palm and pressed it flatly in True Monarch Qing Yuan’s direction.

BOOM!

It was as if a silent thunderclap had detonated on the level of the Rules themselves.

The sky over the entire Eastern Wilderness Battlefield suddenly dimmed. The clouds were instantly kneaded and torn apart by an invisible, gargantuan force. The high heavens seemed to immolate, groaning as if overburdened.

A terrifying aura that suppressed heaven and earth and made all things bow swept out from him as the epicenter.

"Om! Ma! Ni! Ba! Mi! Hong!"

A grand Brahma Sound that shook the universe rang out, as if tens of thousands of Buddhas were speaking at once.

At the center of the churning celestial phenomena, a boundless golden light erupted behind Great Awakening Bodhisattva. A colossal phantom of a Buddha, so huge it touched the heavens and stood upon the earth, abruptly manifested.

The Buddha’s eyes were downcast, its face a mixture of compassion and majesty. An endless Buddha Light, containing the terrifying power to forcibly enlighten and erase self-awareness, poured down like an inverted Celestial River.

The phantom Buddha slowly raised its palm, chanting boundless Buddhist mantras, carrying a supreme will to enlighten all and make all living beings convert.

"Lay down your butcher’s knife and attain Buddhahood on the spot!"

Faced with this terrifying Buddha Light and Brahma Sound—powerful enough to twist one’s will and forcibly scour the self from one’s Divine Soul—the Immortal Palace Pure Qi around True Monarch Qing Yuan suddenly surged. The hazy Immortal Light condensed until it was tangible, forming a pillar of Pure Qi that connected heaven and earth. It created a solid barrier around him, sealing out the mind-eroding Power of Enlightenment.

Within the pillar of light, True Monarch Qing Yuan’s face was like ten-thousand-year-old ice.

"Demonic monk’s ghostly tricks. You dare show off your paltry skills before an expert?"

His angry shout was like a command from heaven and earth.

True Monarch Qing Yuan spoke no more. His Magical Power erupted without reservation, stirring the clouds for ten thousand miles. He raised his hand and unleashed a peerless ray of Immortal Light, condensed to the absolute limit until it nearly tore through the void. It carried a supreme will to purify the Ten Thousand Laws and bring order to the universe as he ruthlessly blasted it toward the giant Buddha’s palm that blotted out the sun.

「Meanwhile, above Cold Crow Pass.」

Within the core of the great black-and-yellow pillar that stirred thousands of Earth Veins and sent Muddy Fiend soaring into the sky.

Chu Chengnan seemed completely unaware of the dangers outside. His aura was undergoing a terrifying transformation.

The pillar of black-and-yellow Muddy Fiend surrounding him contracted and solidified. It was no longer gaseous, but seemed to have transformed into a liquid, flowing, black-and-yellow glaze.

Behind him, a massive, blurry mountain phantom, which exuded a boundless, heavy, and eternally immovable aura, was rapidly taking shape.

The mountain’s silhouette gradually sharpened, revealed to be formed from the superposition of countless miniature mountain phantoms.

It was the condensed will of the tens of millions of mountain peaks from which he had shifted and extracted the essence of the Earth Veins.

This was the prototype of his Dao Fruit—the "Immovable Profound Mountain" Dao Fruit.

Nearby, Xu Yunfan had finally relaxed. Since a True Monarch from the Primordial Sect had intercepted the attack from the Golden Core True Monarch, all Xu Yunfan had to do was maintain his sword light, ensuring it didn’t separate from the Eight Sceneries Primordial Qi it was entwined with.

If any other powers were to intervene, Xu Yunfan could only admit his helplessness.

He wasn’t some peerless, shockingly brilliant genius who could fight many opponents at once.

As such, he had plenty of spare attention to watch Chu Chengnan seek the Golden Dao.

Xu Yunfan couldn’t help but wonder, ’Can he really achieve the rank of True Monarch...?’

Having spent so many years in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, he was well aware that the last person to become a True Monarch had been Ancestral Master Chunyang of the Wansheng Sword Sect, over a thousand years ago.

In the time since then, quite a few Great Daoist Masters at Foundation Establishment Perfection had attempted to seek the Golden Dao and gain the favor of a Dao Fruit.

Unfortunately, without exception, all of them had failed.

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