Chapter 1499: The Devouring Demon Jar
A single sword strike startled the spirits, its sword energy stretching across ten thousand miles, coming within a hair's breadth of touching the Great Peacock Bright King's head. Her azure hair danced wildly, scattering through the air, transforming into five-colored peacock divine feathers, each strand sparkling crystalline, fluttering down before instantly shattering into nothingness.
The Great Peacock Bright King was enraged. As the current Dharma Protector Lord of the Buddhist Gate, who could dare to harm her flesh and skin? For years and months she had accepted the worship of all living beings, yet today she was repeatedly suppressed.
She brandished the Demon-Subduing Pestle, her eyes cold and fierce, charging straight at Ye Fan. This supreme Buddhist artifact exuded overwhelming aura, enough to crush past, present, and future, its boundless Buddhist power stretching without limit, every strand like a hanging galaxy.
"Hum—"
The green cauldron above Ye Fan's head shook, surging with green radiance like a universe being created. All rust stains vanished, its entire body crystalline and translucent, emitting its own light as it opposed the extreme Dao pestle.
Meanwhile, the killing sword in his hand was also sharp and deadly. This sword was special—its killing intent far surpassed any other imperial artifact. The Slaughter Immortal Diagram on it glowed, lifelike, cutting through the universe.
This was a terrifying great collision, light surging and churning violently. Beside them, the Divine Silkworm Princess and Ji Ziyue each urged their own imperial weapons, attacking the Peacock Bright King fiercely.
"Chi!"
At this critical moment, though filled with fury, she could only choose to retreat. Boundless faith power spread across heaven and earth, constructing a bridge leading to Mount Sumeru. She stepped onto it, crossing through time and space to escape.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Several imperial weapons attacked together, all glowing as they slashed forward. Especially the blurry shadow beside Ji Ziyue—it was terrifying, merging with the void itself, omnipresent. This time, he personally held the imperial mirror forward, blocking the path ahead.
"Filled with the stench of decay, living to this era won't change your fate. People like you should have long returned to the yellow earth," the Great Peacock Bright King shouted. Behind her, five-colored divine light shot into the sky, condensing faith power and supporting the Demon-Subduing Pestle. The three merged as one, smashing down.
With a thunderous boom, power like an ocean surged down, filling every inch of space, as if an entire universe of stars had collapsed.
The old man's expression remained unchanged, his figure growing even more blurry and dim, but the Void Mirror blazed like a scorching sun. It transformed into a shield, blocking ahead, its surface covered in various runes that reflected light.
What happened next shocked everyone. The divine power that had rushed forward from all directions was completely reflected back. The imperial mirror used the enemy's own methods against them—a terrifying display.
The Great Peacock Bright King's expression changed. She hastily retreated sideways, using the Demon-Subduing Pestle to block, but was shaken until her blood and qi surged violently, her entire body trembling.
At this moment, Ye Fan and the Divine Silkworm Princess arrived again, attacking with grand, sweeping motions. The imperial weapons' fluctuations roared, swallowing heaven and earth!
Three or four imperial weapons vibrated together, jointly intercepting the Great Peacock Bright King. Their energy surged to the heavens, auspicious vapors steamed, and immortal clouds shimmered, illuminating the area with a dazzling, hazy light.
"Kill!"
A Buddhist character appeared on the Great Peacock Bright King's jade-white forehead, her aura reaching its peak. She drew upon the faith power of Mount Sumeru, exerting every ounce of strength to break through.
Rumble!
Mount Sumeru shook, as if the bronze furnace that refined heaven and earth had overturned, about to destroy the world. Endless divine power surged upward, resonating with the Buddhist character on her forehead.
The Great Peacock Bright King moved with heaven-shaking power, dodging Ye Fan, the Divine Silkworm Princess, and the others rather than clashing head-on. She transformed into divine radiance and charged downward, trying to flee.
Unfortunately, their defenses were too tight. She simply couldn't break through.
"Amitabha, good, good." The old monk Mo Ke on Mount Sumeru chanted the Buddha's name. At this moment, he suddenly moved. He shot into the sky, using a forbidden technique, drawing who knows how much faith power from Mount Sumeru. Wrapped in it, he ascended with thunderous roars, his terrifying divine energy startling the nine heavens.
In that instant, Mo Ke was like a relic, radiating boundless light, causing Mount Sumeru to boil, its brilliance piercing the clouds.
More precisely, he held a strange relic in his hands, worshiping it devoutly, maintaining this peculiar posture as he flew upward, astonishing everyone.
The Great Peacock Bright King sensed that immense power. At this moment, the entire Mount Sumeru seemed to come alive, becoming a massive life form, its divine energy surging toward her.
She struggled with all her might, trying to converge with Mo Ke who was coming to meet her.
"Could that be the Buddha's relic? It's actually making all that faith power on Mount Sumeru boil and surge upward—defying heaven!"
The onlookers saw it most clearly. At this moment, the faith power had multiplied countless times, forming a bridge to the heavens, reaching directly into the sky, approaching the Great Peacock King's feet.
No one expected that the old monk Mo Ke would have such heaven-defying methods, actually managing to rescue the Great Peacock Bright King, surpassing everyone's expectations.
The saints outside the domain watched with burning eyes, wanting to interfere at this moment, to make both sides clash violently and mutually wound each other. But the imperial weapons were too powerful—who would dare to try and take the risk?
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a shocking change occurred.
In the void sky, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted, shattering the vacuum, cutting off the boundless faith power, blocking the path ahead.
It was a demon jar, radiating an aura that made sun, moon, and stars tremble. Strand after strand of black light hung down, crushing the myriad heavens of all ages, startling the courage of heroes everywhere.
The jar's body was plain, like pottery, with some carvings forming graceful lines, like a slender maiden's immortal form imprinted on it, radiating fluctuations that had terrified countless peerless heroes throughout history.
The Devouring Demon Jar!
This jar, whose very name made people pale and which had shaken the ages, appeared here, striking at the old monk, shattering the path ahead, beginning to devour the infinite faith power.
Who didn't know this Great Emperor? She had slaughtered across the nine heavens and ten lands, making the supremes of all realms tremble, earning the worship of all living beings, shaking past and present.
Though she had passed, no longer in this world, the demon jar forged from her body still lived. Some even said this was equivalent to the Ruthless Great Emperor's alternative form of longevity...
Pop!
The faith power was shattered. The Devouring Demon Jar hummed softly. As its lid opened, it devoured heaven and earth, refining everything in its path, breaking all defenses.
The mysterious Old Immortal, Old Blind Man, Tu Tian, Jiang Huairen, and others from the Thirteen Great Bandits appeared, jointly offering sacrifices to this extreme imperial weapon, unleashing its most terrifying divine energy.
This was a hidden card, revealing its power at the critical moment!
Duan De hadn't come—he couldn't break out of his cocoon yet—but he had lent out the Devouring Demon Jar's lid. When these two "half-imperial artifacts" met, their divine might was world-shaking.
This change was too sudden. Everyone thought all imperial weapons had already appeared, never expecting another to manifest at the last moment, shocking everyone.
This battle was destined to be recorded in history. Setting everything else aside, the mere simultaneous appearance of so many imperial weapons was an earth-shattering event!
The Devouring Demon Jar crashed directly forward, scattering the faith power.
The old monk Mo Ke maintained a strange posture, holding a fist-sized crystalline relic in his hands, kneeling in the void, watching the battle in the high heavens. When he suddenly suffered this attack, his expression changed instantly.
He couldn't block it at all. He could only flee at extreme speed, forcibly gathering faith power to carry him, forming a psychic battle armor, and using the relic to protect his brow.
He was a Great Sage, using infinite faith power to fight, equivalent to wielding an imperial weapon in battle. But the sudden attack caught him somewhat off guard.
Strands of black light hung down. Though they didn't hit directly, they still pierced through his psychic battle armor, grazing his body, making him cry out.
"Pfft!"
Old Monk Mo Ke's feet shattered, then disintegrated upward inch by inch, turning into blood mist, spreading up along his body. Even the faith power couldn't stop it.
"Ah..." He couldn't help but roar. As the destruction reached his waist, he instantly self-destructed his body below the head, all of it exploding into bloody mud.
However, things were worse than he imagined. The Devouring Demon Jar was too terrifying. Even a wisp of its aura grazing him was practically incurable.
In the end, his head also exploded, leaving only the fist-sized relic he had been holding. It radiated five-colored light, carrying divine radiance as it shot into the vast heavens.
Only at this moment did this mysterious relic truly awaken, gaining life.
The Great Peacock Bright King cried out to the heavens. Though a woman, she had the grand aura to swallow galaxies. Her severed hair flew wildly, and the Buddhist character on her jade-white forehead blazed even brighter.
The strange relic shooting upward temporarily merged with that Buddhist character, dreamlike and illusory, making her disappear from her spot, emitting a strange Buddhist power.
"What? This is an emperor-level fluctuation! Could it be the relic left by the Amitabha Great Emperor?" Everyone was shocked.
Today's events were too stunning. First, multiple imperial weapons appeared simultaneously, then a suspected imperial relic emerged, making everyone's eyes burn with desire.
"If it merges with the faith seed left by Amitabha, what will happen?" Beside Mount Sumeru, the Divine Silkworm Daoist lifted his vermillion gourd, taking a swig of wine, muttering drunkenly to himself.
From start to finish, he hadn't participated in the battle, like a decadent passerby watching his kin fight, devoid of any vitality.
"Where do you think you're going!" The Divine Silkworm Princess's armor changed again, transforming into a Kunpeng, its giant claws reaching down to tear apart.
Though she had lost sight of the Great Peacock King, she still struck based on instinct, aiming at that direction.
At the same time, the Void Mirror glowed, incomparably crystalline. As it shone through the heavens, it quickly swept out a beam of immortal light, revealing the Great Peacock King's true location—she had already descended from outside the domain toward Mount Sumeru, not far away.
The Devouring Demon Jar at the lowest point trembled, black light shooting out like a perfect Great Dao Vase. The myriad wisps of energy it emitted landed on Mount Sumeru, erupting with sky-covering light.
At the same time, a faint black light grazed the Great Peacock King's legs, causing half her body to explode, blood mist scattering.
"Ah!"
During this process, Ye Fan also struck. The imperial sword in his hand fell, transforming into a shocking crimson beam. With a puff, it severed the Great Peacock Bright King's right arm, which exploded there.
Clearly, this was a catastrophic outcome. The Great Peacock Bright King had been struck by both the Devouring Demon Jar and the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable's killing sword. Even if she weren't a Quasi-Emperor, entering that realm wouldn't have saved her.
Her remaining body shattered inch by inch, flesh and blood mangled. By all logic, she should have faced complete annihilation of body and spirit, dying without a burial place.
Yet, something astonishing happened. The Buddha relic on her forehead blazed with brilliant light, illuminating the entire Mount Sumeru, protecting her head. It wrapped around the Demon-Subduing Pestle and other items as they fell together before the withered Bodhi tree in front of the Great Thunderclap Monastery.
"What is that? It actually neutralized the killing intent of an imperial weapon?!" Not only Ye Fan and his group were shocked, but the saints outside the domain and the ancient clans were also stunned beyond words.
"Who cares what it is, as long as it's not Amitabha himself coming back to life! Otherwise, even if a god came, it would be useless!" Those on Ye Fan's side prepared to launch another attack.
However, a vast Buddhist figure rose from before the Great Thunderclap Monastery, terrifying beyond measure. Its immense life fluctuation made everyone suffocate!
Those on Ye Fan's side, like Li Tian and the Dragon Horse, wanted to slap themselves. They felt they had jinxed it with their careless words. This was truly an emperor-level life fluctuation!
The entire world was shocked. Everyone trembled. Many saints knelt down, bowing involuntarily, unable to withstand this overwhelming, world-dominating pressure!