The Magical Combat between the True Monarchs and the Bodhisattvas had reached a fever pitch.
Sixteen against sixteen—thirty-two figures standing at the pinnacle of the Profound Yellow realm—had turned a million-mile stretch of the Celestial Vault into a crucible of the Great Dao.
Every clash of Divine Techniques sent chaotic ripples, visible to the naked eye, blasting outward.
Wherever the ripples passed, space peeled away in flakes like old plaster, revealing a deeper, more dangerous undercurrent of void beneath.
An ordinary Cultivator, with just a single glance from afar, would have their Divine Soul fractured by the lingering Dao Rhyme—a power both utterly chaotic and boundlessly immense.
And yet, the very cause of this cataclysmic slaughter, the World Honored One’s Handwriting, now hovered silently in the temporary "vacuum" at the heart of the battlefield.
It was still held aloft by a seven-colored Buddha Light. The ancient scripture slowly unfurled, and beneath it, a phantasmal Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus rotated gently, emanating a vast aura of permanence, Perfection, and absolute supremacy. Amidst the world-ending chaos, it forcibly carved out a small, strange pocket of "tranquility."
This tranquility, like the eerie patch of clear sky in the eye of a hurricane, was exceptionally jarring... and exceptionally tempting.
An opportunity!
In the brief moment when these thirty-two pinnacle existences were locked in a stalemate, deep in the throes of battle with no attention to spare—
A figure suddenly emerged from among the Arhats!
"ROAR—!!!"
A dragon’s roar exploded through the air!
The roar was ancient and tyrannical, filled with the untamed, savage power of a bygone era of unrestrained rampages.
Wherever the sound wave passed, more than a dozen nearby Arhats, who had been struggling to withstand the battle’s aftershocks, were annihilated without so much as a whimper. Their surrounding Buddha Light shattered inch by inch like fragile glass, and their physical bodies, along with their Divine Souls, were pulverized into the finest dust by the utterly pure sonic blast, mingling with the golden motes filling the air.
From within the ranks of Arhats, a figure that had once been kind-faced and clad in a moon-white monk’s robe suddenly erupted with a blinding cyan radiance!
CRACK, CRACK...
Like a cracking eggshell, the perfect facade of the Arhat peeled away and dissipated within the cyan light, revealing its true form beneath.
It had prominent horns and stood several dozen feet tall, with the head of a dragon and the body of a man. Its eyes were like two miniature cyan suns, and its musculature rippled like ancient mountain ranges, exuding a raw, primal aesthetic of power.
A vast, ancient, and noble pressure, carrying the boundless moisture of the oceans and the tyrannical aura of lightning, swept out wantonly, as if a slumbering primeval behemoth had fully awakened!
A True Monarch of the Dragon Race!
’The Dragon Race is here, too...’ Amid the chaos, Qi Yun’s gaze met that of the distant Crown Prince of Nanyin through the swirling dust, and both saw the gravity in the other’s eyes.
The allure of a path Above the True Monarch was enough to make any faction tear away all pretense and restraint.
This Dragon Monarch had clearly been lying in wait for a long time. His disguise was so exquisite that it had gone undetected even by the sweeping Divine Thought of the Bodhisattvas and True Monarchs earlier.
To strike now—the timing was impeccable, chosen to perfection.
It was the exact moment when the pinnacle forces of the Righteous, Buddhist, and Demonic factions were most deeply entangled, unable to spare even a sliver of their attention!
"ROAR!!!"
The Dragon Monarch spared no one a glance. His dragon eyes, like twin cyan suns, were locked onto the World Honored One’s Handwriting suspended in the air.
He took a single step, and the void beneath his feet rippled with cyan-black circles. His figure became a streak of cyan lightning tearing across the sky, ignoring the collapsing spatial turbulence and sporadic bursts of lingering Dao Rhyme in his path as he shot straight for the scripture!
Wherever he passed, his draconic might surged, forcibly carving a temporary "corridor" through the chaotic battlefield!
"Vile dragon, how dare you?!"
"Insolent!"
Several furious roars erupted from different battle groups—some were the angry shouts of Bodhisattvas, others the stern rebukes of True Monarchs.
But at this moment, their Divine Techniques were too deeply entangled and their auras were locked in mutual opposition. In their haste, not a single one of them could actually break away to intercept him!
In just a hundredth of a breath, the Dragon Monarch’s massive, cyan-scaled palm was already a mere ten feet from the World Honored One’s Handwriting!
In his palm, an impossibly complex and profound dragon-patterned Talisman Seal lit up, emitting the supreme aura of authority capable of suppressing the four seas and commanding all waters!
As the Talisman Seal’s radiance shone down, the slowly unfurling scripture faltered, and the rotating phantom of the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus below dimmed slightly!
He intended to use the Dragon Race’s secret technique, the "Four Seas Seal," to forcibly suppress the scripture’s spiritual nature and take it away!
’He’s going to succeed?!’
The hearts of everyone watching were in their throats.
However, just as the light of the dragon-patterned Talisman Seal was about to completely envelop the scripture, in that hair’s breadth of a moment, a sudden change occurred.
The "figure of the World Honored One," which had been sitting atop the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus in the earth-touching mudra, seemingly just a condensation of ancient Dao Rhyme...
...its face, shrouded in a soft halo and calmly "gazing" into the depths of the void, suddenly... twitched. Ever so slightly.
Then, the index finger of the right hand, which had been held in the earth-touching mudra, pointed down toward the imposing Dragon Monarch and tapped gently, almost casually.
There was no brilliant burst of Buddha Light, no earth-shattering fanfare, not even much of a ripple in the Great Dao.
It was just an unremarkable tap, like brushing dust from a shoulder.
"Hm?!"
The Dragon Monarch, who was pouring all his power into the Abyss Sealing Seal, felt his vertical pupils, like cyan suns, shrink to the size of a pinprick!
A bone-chilling warning, originating from the very source of his life, flooded his mind like a cold spring from the deepest layer of the Nine Netherworld, overwhelming all his thoughts!
He wanted to retreat—
But it was too late.
That seemingly weightless finger "tapped" down.
"Tsss..."
A sound, barely audible yet skin-crawling to any being who perceived it, echoed out.
On the Dragon Monarch’s chest, where the formless finger had touched, the ancient dragon scales—which covered his entire body, shimmered with a metallic cyan-blue luster, and each contained immense vital energy and Innate Dao Patterns—began to... change color.
They weren’t damaged, nor were they charred.
Instead, their deep, noble cyan-blue was rapidly, irresistibly, visibly fading, transforming, being rendered into... a pure, dazzling, golden-yellow that emanated the faint scent of sandalwood and the Perfected Buddha’s Rhyme.
Golden-yellow!
As if he had been splashed and saturated with the most domineering golden lacquer!
It wasn’t just the color!
The very texture and patterns of the dragon scales, even the Dragon Race’s bloodline Dao Principles contained within, were rapidly transforming into the characteristics of a "Dharma Guardian Celestial Dragon"!
"ROAR—!!!"
This time, the dragon’s roar was not one of dominance, but one filled with shock, rage, pain, and a thread of... unspeakable fear!
"Trying to Enlighten me into the Buddhist Sect?! In your dreams!!!"
The Dragon Monarch let out a roar that could shatter Divine Souls. Forgetting all about seizing the scripture, he ignited the Ancient Dragon Blood that had lain dormant within him for eons, causing it to boil!
A sea of Dragon Essence erupted recklessly, attempting to resist and expel the insidious power of "Enlightenment" that targeted his very core!
"BOOM—!!!"
The void could not withstand the collision of such utterly ferocious powers and exploded, creating a massive black hole!
Amidst his roars, the Dragon Monarch’s body swelled and stretched dramatically, and in an instant, he revealed his ten-thousand-zhang True Dragon form, a body that had once roamed the Star Sea!
What a magnificent dragon it was!
Its horns were like Divine Mountains, its mane a flowing Star River, and its claws could tear apart a Grand Thousand World. Its cyan-blue body unfurled beneath the chaotic Celestial Vault, each scale as large as a house, shimmering with an ancient luster and bearing the authority of oceans and lightning.
Yet, at this moment, this True Dragon body, which should have been endlessly majestic and awed the entire world, presented a bizarre and terrifying sight.
Starting from its chest and abdomen, large patches of its cyan-blue scales had already turned completely golden-yellow, and the gold was spreading like a plague toward its head, tail, and claws!
Beneath the gilded scales, its flesh writhed, and the faint phantoms of Swastika symbols could be seen. Even the scent of its Dragon Blood was beginning to be tainted with the sandalwood fragrance of the Buddhist Sect!
Two completely different, yet equally Supreme, powers were locked in a frenzied battle within the dragon’s body, fighting for control over its bloodline and will.
The resulting pain and chaos drove the Dragon Monarch completely mad!
"ROAR—!!!"
Another dragon roar, ten times more violent and a hundred times more pained than the last, exploded forth!
This time, it wasn’t aimed at any one point but was an indiscriminate outburst from the Dragon Monarch’s extreme agony!
Billowing sound waves radiated from its center, forming visible, spherical ripples of destruction mixed with Cyan and Gold light, which swept out indiscriminately in all directions!
The first thing to bear the brunt of the attack was the majestic and sacred Spirit Mountain below, bathed in Buddha Light!
"KRA-KOOM—!!!"
A grating crash that set teeth on edge echoed out, shaking the very lands of the Nanyin Buddha Country!
The near-immortal body of Spirit Mountain, fortified for decades by boundless Wish Power and the Divine Techniques of Bodhisattvas, was struck head-on by the terrifying sonic wave of the dragon’s roar—right at its upper slope, near the location of the Little Leiyin Temple!
A horrific chasm, hundreds of zhang wide and bottomlessly deep, appeared in an instant, its jagged edges looking as if it had been torn open by the fangs of a giant beast!
On both sides of the chasm, golden rock collapsed and cascaded down like waterfalls. Countless temples, Buddha Towers, and monastic cells embedded in the mountainside were instantly pulverized!
The dense Buddha Light was torn asunder, revealing the duller mountain core beneath. A muffled roar echoed from the depths of the chasm as an Earth Vein was severed. It was as if this single roar had fractured the very "spine" of the Buddha Country’s Holy Mountain!
Billowing dust and smoke, mixed with shattered golden Buddha Light, the debris of collapsed buildings, and the stench of blood from monks and believers shaken to death, rose like a doomsday curtain, instantly obscuring half the sky!
Amidst this boundless scene of chaos and destruction, of a world torn asunder and a mountain shattered by a dragon’s roar, the Golden Plaza was long gone.
Qi Yun pushed the power of his Great Brightness Shizhi Dharma Body and Primordial Spirit to their absolute limits, manifesting the Land of the Bright Mandala Womb to desperately withstand the terrifying sonic waves and flying Law Fragments—an onslaught that would have blasted an ordinary Great Master into a bloody mist.
His body was like a lone skiff in a raging sea, tossed about by the violent shockwaves, but he held on, unbroken.
And just as his mind was reeling from the shock of the Dragon Monarch’s frenzied roars and the unfathomable might of the World Honored One’s finger—
—a voice, incomparably clear and filled with uncontrollable excitement and urgency, suddenly exploded in the depths of his Purple Mansion like a beacon of light cutting through a thick fog:
"Qi the Kid!!!"
It was Cai Shen!
"I can sense it!
It’s right beneath that chasm in Spirit Mountain!"
"My main body... is right there!"
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