Chapter 3684: Suppressing Yan Wuque
It appeared to be a single hand, but in reality, it was a profoundly mysterious formation.
Severing all four directions, locking space in place, leaving no escape.
An existence with eighty-ninth-level spiritual power, with a single move, displayed methods unimaginable to ordinary gods. The formation patterns were dense, forming a small world shaped like five fingers, squeezing inward.
Even with Xuan Yuan Lian's Infinite Realm cultivation, standing at the periphery of the hand seal, she still felt unable to move, her body uncontrollably flying backward. Faced with such power, she was like a lone boat on the sea, utterly unable to resist.
One could imagine the terrifying pressure Zhang Ruochen was enduring within the hand seal!
"Youngster, is this all you've got, daring to act arrogantly in the Heavenly Court?"
Yan Wuque was confident he had trapped Zhang Ruochen, moving his five fingers, about to draw him into his palm.
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen vanished from that bright formation hand seal.
The next moment, he appeared at the entrance of the Space Divine Temple, his figure upright, expressionless. "If this were elsewhere, breaking your formation hand seal would indeed be difficult. But don't forget, this is the Space Divine Temple!"
"How is this possible?"
Yan Wuque immediately turned around, staring at Zhang Ruochen.
Space had clearly been sealed by the formation—how did this brat manage to escape using spatial displacement?
As the Palace Master of the Formation Destruction Palace, Yan Wuque naturally had absolute confidence in his formation mastery. How could a mere Zhang Ruochen break his formation?
Around Zhang Ruochen, countless space rules flowed, forming layers of rule nets like divine rings encircling his body, allowing him to move freely through any space, unimpeded by any obstruction.
"Space Esoterica!"
Yan Wuque gritted his teeth, uttering the words one by one.
"That's right, here, this Elder can mobilize all the Space Esoterica of the Space Divine Temple. How can your formation trap me?"
In the past, Zhang Ruochen could only look up to existences like Yan Wuque, let alone fight them. Even receiving a few words of guidance was invaluable, and he couldn't even begin to fathom their power.
Now, he could stand opposite him, looking at him proudly as an opponent.
This was the heart of a strong one!
Even knowing his opponent was a heavenly dragon, unattainably high, he still drew his sword toward the sky.
"Rustle!"
Suddenly, the scene before Zhang Ruochen changed. Beneath his feet, the sea was azure, the waves white.
The sky was a vast white expanse, empty of anything.
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen understood—he had been struck by Yan Wuque's spiritual power attack. His divine soul was affected, and he had fallen into a five-sense illusion.
This was very dangerous!
Because, facing a powerhouse like Yan Wuque, even falling into an illusion for a single moment could decide the outcome, leading to a crushing defeat and capture.
"Boom!"
Zhang Ruochen's body erupted with Truth Divine Light.
Like a cosmic explosion, the bright light tore through the illusion, sending stars flying in all directions.
Yan Wuque was slightly surprised, never expecting Zhang Ruochen to dispel his spiritual power attack and break the illusion so quickly.
What level had he cultivated the Way of Truth to?
What realm was his cultivation?
Though surprised, Yan Wuque still exuded the calm of one who had victory in hand. He completed his hand seals and lightly shouted, "Qiankun Sixteen, Seal!"
A highly sophisticated divine formation took shape, pressing down rapidly from above.
"Fortunately, he's a spiritual power cultivator, not skilled in close combat, needing to set up formations. Otherwise, in that instant, I would have been severely injured. But if he weren't a spiritual power powerhouse, how could he have made me fall into an illusion for that moment?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't attempt to break Yan Wuque's divine formation.
No kidding—this was the Palace Master of the Formation Destruction Palace, an existence with eighty-ninth-level spiritual power. The formation he meticulously set up in that fleeting moment gained through spiritual power attacks—how could Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation possibly break it?
Not just above, but from sixteen directions, formation seals pressed toward Zhang Ruochen.
Space was twisted by the pressure, making it extremely difficult to escape using Space Esoterica.
Aoxue Divine Consort and Dai Xue Queen stood behind Divine Ancestor Monarch, hidden within his Divine Realm World.
"Palace Master of the Formation Destruction Palace has completely disregarded the reputation he's built over a million years, bullying the weak. Please, Divine Monarch, assist the Grand Elder," Dai Xue Queen said.
"No rush! Your Grand Elder is so calm—he might not lack means to deal with Yan Wuque."
Divine Ancestor Monarch was very curious about Zhang Ruochen's true strength.
The Heavenly Venerable had handed two Liang Huang over to him for disposal. In the home ground of the Space Divine Temple, if he couldn't handle Yan Wuque, how could he challenge the grand structure of the Heavenly Court?
After all, Yan Wuque was only at the early stage of the eighty-ninth level.
However, deep down, Divine Ancestor Monarch didn't believe Zhang Ruochen could contend with Yan Wuque. His cultivation time was too short, his realm too shallow.
If he could truly match an eighty-ninth-level existence, how monstrous would that be?
"Whoosh!"
Silver-white light illuminated the Space Divine Temple.
Within the hall, countless white silver trees appeared, forming a white silver forest.
On each tree trunk sat a Buddha, in a thousand different postures, each unique.
Buddhist chants echoed, and Sanskrit characters floated in the air.
The Xutuohuan White Silver Trees transformed into the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation, clashing with Yan Wuque's Qiankun Sixteen Formation—one expanding from the inside out, the other pressing from the outside in—colliding head-on.
"Boom!"
"You dare compete in formations with me, the Palace Master?"
Yan Wuque felt a strong sense of provocation, both angry and amused.
It was like a child brandishing a sword before a Sword God.
Zhang Ruochen stood on the Bright Mirror Platform, floating among the Xutuohuan White Silver Trees, like an incarnation of the Buddha. "If the Palace Master of the Formation Destruction Palace is suppressed by a formation, doesn't that mean you're unworthy of being Palace Master?"
"Boom rumble!"
What seemed like sixteen divine formations was actually one.
The Qiankun Sixteen Formation surged with offensive power from sixteen directions, pouring into the white silver forest, clashing with the divine abilities unleashed by the ten thousand Buddhas in the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation.
The "Ten Thousand Buddha Formation" was jointly set up by the Sixth Patriarch and Yinshui Tian based on the Xutuohuan White Silver Trees. It grew stronger against stronger opponents. According to Yanshu Chan Master, it could trap even a Heavenly Venerable.
In other words, it wasn't Zhang Ruochen competing with Yan Wuque in formation mastery, but the Sixth Patriarch and Yinshui Tian competing with him.
Yan Wuque was no mediocre talent. After prolonged failure to break through, he sensed something was off. "Do you think the formation left by the Sixth Patriarch and Yinshui Tian can stop me? As the one controlling the formation, your spiritual power is far from enough!"
"Is that so?"
The Bright Mirror Platform beneath Zhang Ruochen's feet burst with brilliant Buddhist light.
The silhouette of the Sixth Patriarch manifested, sacred and towering.
The Bright Mirror Platform was formed from the Sixth Patriarch's Sarira. When its Buddhist power combined with the Xutuohuan White Silver Trees, the power of the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation surged dramatically.
"Boom!"
The ten thousand white silver Buddhas unleashed dense divine abilities, piercing through the Qiankun Sixteen Formation and enveloping Yan Wuque within the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation.
Zhang Ruochen raised his hands above his head, drawing an endless stream of Space Esoterica into the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation.
The Ten Thousand Buddha Formation inherently had spatial attributes.
With the addition of Space Esoterica, each white silver tree turned into a towering divine tree, tens of thousands of meters tall. Every white silver Buddha on the trunks grew to a hundred thousand meters high.
Yan Wuque fell into a disadvantage, defending while analyzing the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation, searching for its flaws.
Divine Ancestor Monarch smiled, a smile tinged with amazement. "How formidable is Zhang Ruochen! This is true sharpness—who in the world would dare underestimate him now?"
Although Zhang Ruochen relied on the formation to suppress Yan Wuque, this was the Palace Master of the Formation Destruction Palace!
If any other Great Unbound Infinite had taken the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation to fight Yan Wuque, it would have been suicide.
Dai Xue Queen's eyes sparkled with brilliance. Her feelings toward Zhang Ruochen were no longer fear and submission, but genuine reverence.
This young man was too dazzling, dimming everyone else in this era.
Aoxue Divine Consort was even more delighted than Dai Xue Queen. The stronger Zhang Ruochen became, the higher the future status of Qingsu, who had taken him as her teacher. Her own status would also rise.
Zhang Ruochen knew that relying on his own strength alone, it would be very difficult to suppress Yan Wuque. He looked down and said, "Divine Monarch, what are you waiting for? Join this Elder in suppressing Yan Wuque. There's plenty of empty space in the Space Divine Temple's Divine Prison!"
Divine Ancestor Monarch had been waiting for Zhang Ruochen to speak.
Him acting on his own initiative versus Zhang Ruochen inviting him to act—the meaning was completely different.
Xuan Yuan Lian, surrounded by the silhouettes of nine divine temples floating around her, parted the divine energy waves and approached.
She was clearly shocked by Zhang Ruochen's words. Blocking Divine Ancestor Monarch, she said, "Elder Ruochen, Palace Master Yan, please stop first. The Heavenly Palace will seek justice for you. Right and wrong can be discussed through reason."
Zhang Ruochen showed no respect for Xuan Yuan Lian. "The Space Divine Temple has an ancient rule: those who cross the Chizhi River die. Yan Wuque not only crossed the Chizhi River but also broke into the Space Divine Temple, severely injuring the temple's Third Elder. So overbearing and rude—if this Elder doesn't execute him, won't anyone be able to break into the Space Divine Temple from now on?"
You know the rule about crossing the Chizhi River meaning death?
You know the Space Divine Temple's rules?
Xuan Yuan Lian was almost infuriated by Zhang Ruochen.
Originally, when Yan Wuque stormed in, she was still worried for Zhang Ruochen, wanting to step in and block this consistently aggressive Palace Master of the Formation Destruction Palace.
Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Yan Wuque had become the weaker side, and Zhang Ruochen the most domineering and forceful one?
Where was the logic in that?
Xuan Yuan Lian really didn't want the Formation Destruction Palace and the Space Divine Temple to create irreconcilable conflicts, affecting the stability of the Heavenly Court. After all, this could involve hundreds of major worlds, sparking huge disputes.
She wanted to persuade again.
But this time, it was Divine Ancestor Monarch who spoke. "This Monarch believes the Grand Elder is right. Palace Master Yan forcibly entered the Space Divine Temple and injured someone first. Though it doesn't warrant death, if there's no explanation, how can the Space Divine Temple stand in the Heavenly Court in the future?"
"Qingsu is now the Fifth Elder of the Space Divine Temple, representing the interests of the Divine Ancestor Dynasty in the Space Divine Temple. Since this Monarch is here, if I don't defend the dynasty's interests, wouldn't that be unreasonable?"
This seemed like a question to Xuan Yuan Lian.
But before Xuan Yuan Lian could answer, Divine Ancestor Monarch had already entered the Ten Thousand Buddha Formation, his divine might overwhelming, his vast divine power radiating outward. Dragon roars echoed across heaven and earth as he charged straight at Yan Wuque with unparalleled dominance.
Xuan Yuan Lian naturally wouldn't believe that the consistently prudent Divine Ancestor Monarch would join Zhang Ruochen in such a crazy act.
Suppressing a Palace Master whose interests were tied to over a hundred major worlds?
What were they trying to do?
(Chapter End)