Chapter 875: Battle Victory Buddha Strikes
A massive iron rod pressed down, threatening to shatter the Forbidden Zone of Life itself. Even with the protection of an immortal ancient divine formation, it was not enough—the earth cracked, mountains collapsed, and array patterns were ground away.
This scene was truly too terrifying. The iron rod spanned several hundred li, striking out from the mountain ranges, cleaving straight toward the nine sacred mountains at the center of the Forbidden Zone of Life. Its divine might overshadowed the world!
Since ancient times, who had dared to do such a thing? This was a forbidden zone.
The Battle Victory Buddha had come after all, making his move at this critical moment! A single roar shattered mountains and rivers, shaking Ye Fan, the Monkey, and the others until their blood surged and their ears rang with a deafening hum.
Li Heishui, weak in cultivation, had blood trickling from his ears. The others shielded him as they quickly retreated far away.
This place was truly too terrifying. They were in another direction, separated from the Battle Victory Buddha's strike point by several hundred li, yet they still suffered such an impact.
In that direction, golden light flooded heaven and earth, filled with the supreme imperial might of an ancient emperor. It was as if the River of Time had been severed and the shackles of space shattered.
The spacetime here became incredibly chaotic. Heavenly order and the laws of the Dao seemed to be cut off in an instant, leaving only the great rod as the sole existence.
"Boom!"
On the nine sacred mountains, that blurry figure inhaled the essence of mountains and rivers, looking down upon the world. No true form could be seen, only a pair of eyes that turned into azure light, flickering in the darkness. Gazing upon them chilled one's heart, and the soul could not help but sink into depravity!
What kind of powerful existence was that? No one could say. Just one glance at him made one feel as if they were about to be destroyed—their divine sense unstable, their Dao foundation on the verge of collapse, heading toward decay.
"Pfft!"
He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of essence, which transformed into a blinding beam of light within the black clouds, striking toward the Battle Saint Emperor's pitch-black iron rod. A thunderous crash echoed across the land.
All around, mist swirled as various chains of order snapped. This strike annihilated everything. The collision between the two sent out ear-splitting ripples.
One could see a terrifying ripple spreading outward from the nine sacred mountains, covering the entire Forbidden Zone of Life in continuous collapse. This was a dreadful cataclysm.
"How terrifying is the Battle Victory Buddha, daring to make a move against the existence within the Ancient Forbidden Land!" sighed the Black Emperor.
The next moment, they began to flee rapidly again, shattering the void to escape, as the terrifying shockwaves swept far beyond the boundaries.
At the same time, the Battle Saint Emperor's weapon was sent flying high, crashing into the desolate mountains outside. Countless mountain ranges turned to dust without any suspense—utter annihilation.
Moreover, what was even more terrifying was that it brought with it a desolate aura. Many living beings in the mountains instantly aged, their flesh and blood withered, turning into dry bones as their lives reached their end.
"Chi!"
At the center of the Forbidden Zone of Life, above the abyss, that figure looked down upon the world. Two terrifying beams shot forth—his gaze—severing the laws and Dao light of the heavens. They struck the Divine Silkworm Princess, sending her flying sideways as she coughed up blood.
This was an incredibly shocking scene. If not for the nine-colored battle robe of her clan that she wore, which shimmered with dreamlike divine radiance at that moment, she would have turned to dust.
"That is a battle robe of an ancient emperor's clan! I never thought there would be such an existence in this era, unleashing such combat power, facing the supreme imperial weapon of the Divine Silkworm Ridge head-on!" The Monkey was horrified.
Meanwhile, in the distant mountain ranges, the Battle Victory Buddha struck again. He swung the great iron rod, once more cleaving toward the nine sacred mountains, as if truly intent on destroying this place.
The pitch-black iron rod was a piece of immortal divine iron, personally refined by the Battle Saint Emperor. It radiated dazzling light and auspicious vapors, as if the Saint Emperor himself had been resurrected!
"It is... my father's aura!" At this moment, the Monkey's eyes brimmed with tears. He suddenly thought of his old father and wished he could return to the ancient times.
The supreme imperial weapon of an ancient emperor had awakened! Driven by the Battle Victory Buddha, who feared neither heaven nor earth, it was almost as if the Battle Saint Emperor had reincarnated and reappeared in the world. In this era, perhaps only he could achieve this.
Because this was his elder brother's weapon. They shared the same cultivation method, the same bloodline—a direct inheritance. It allowed the weapon to revive in a short time.
The pitch-black immortal divine iron rod radiated dazzling brilliance. Countless colorful rays burst forth from its body, with strands of chaos hanging down. The will to battle shook the ages!
This was the unique aura of the Battle Saint Ape lineage. A single "battle" character could shock the nine heavens and crush all worlds. It was the hallmark of a clan skilled in combat, unmatched by anyone.
The supreme laws of the Battle Saint Emperor flooded the Ancient Abyss, transforming into boundless Dao power to erase all life!
This was an earth-shattering great duel. Manifested through the Battle Victory Buddha's hands and driven by the immortal divine iron rod, it was as if the old Saint Emperor of yesteryear had reappeared!
The surging black mist was nearly shaken apart. A figure flickered, finally revealing a blurry outline—the silhouette of a person, though still impossible to discern as male or female.
The awakening of the Battle Saint Emperor's weapon forced him or her to take it seriously. A hand reached out, tracing a stretch of heavenly order, transforming into dense Dao runes that met the iron rod whose radiance pierced the ages.
Ye Fan, the Monkey, the Black Emperor, and the others all held their breath. Such a battle was rare in ancient and modern times. To have the fortune to witness it was truly a great opportunity.
The Ancient Forbidden Land had intimidated the ages. Who could see through its true face? Now, a living existence from within had stepped out and personally struck—truly shocking!
In truth, they desperately wanted to know what lay beneath this ancient abyss. Was it like Immortal Mountain, with two or more terrifying existences?
"Rumble..."
Heaven and earth resonated, the Dao harmonized. True Dragons, Vermilion Birds, and other divine beings appeared one after another, dancing amidst the great Dao principles. This duel was both profound and terrifying, with all kinds of bizarre scenes unfolding, swirling beneath the heavens.
"Dong!"
That was the deity within the Battle Saint Emperor's weapon awakening. A figure of light surged forth to confront that existence, unleashing supreme immortal light that forced everyone to close their eyes.
"Heavens! The Ancient Forbidden Land is covered with array patterns at least on the level of an ancient great emperor!" the Black Emperor cried out, finally discerning a clue at this moment.
Various Dao symbols flickered, spreading from the nine sacred mountains, dissolving the residual Dao principles released by the weapon spirit of the old Saint Emperor's weapon.
Otherwise, without such level of Dao patterns appearing, not only would this place be destroyed, but even the Southern Domain might be sunk!
Because this was a strike unleashed by an awakened supreme imperial weapon of an ancient emperor—heaven-shattering and earth-rending, unimaginably powerful!
"We escaped a calamity. If we were any closer, without those Dao patterns shining, we would have been turned to dust the moment we stepped outside the Ancient Forbidden Land," said the Monkey. No one knew better than him how terrifying the old Saint Emperor's weapon was.
"Your uncle really has a fiery temper. To dare strike like this, isn't he afraid of blasting the Southern Domain into nothing? This looks like the end of the world!" Li Tian clicked his tongue, feeling a sense of awe toward the Monkey's uncle, even though he had never seen him.
Ji Ziyue's face was a bit pale. After coming to her senses, she stuck out her tongue and stroked the fluffy, golden little bird in her arms, feeling very tense.
The Battle Victory Buddha's battle in the Ancient Forbidden Land threatened even their clan. If the Southern Domain were destroyed, could the Ji Family still survive?!
In fact, at this very moment, all the ancient sects in the Southern Domain sensed a terrifying might and trembled in fear.
"Boom!"
At the Ji Family, an ancient scripture rose into the air, radiating countless auspicious rays that enveloped the entire ancestral land, as if merging into the void, no longer belonging to this world.
At this moment, every elder in this ancient aristocratic clan wore a grave expression. The supreme imperial weapon had issued a warning, and the ancient mirror had autonomously protected the clan. What did this mean? The Southern Domain faced a great calamity—a battle wielding the power of an ancient great emperor!
At the same time, within the Yaoguang Holy Land, a dragon's roar shook the nine heavens. A massive black cauldron rose, with dragon patterns cascading down, flashing with blinding light, as if a black true dragon had been resurrected.
The entire ancient land was shielded beneath it, exuding a terrifying aura. This was the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Cauldron, the greatest miracle in this world!
Yaoguang had poured the entire sect's strength into forging it. All the saints and disciples, united in heart, devoutly worshipped and refined it, sparing no effort. After fifty thousand years, it achieved Dao unity on a stormy night.
Though there were rumors that on that thunderous, lightning-filled rainy night, a supreme existence had descended, there was ultimately no evidence, and it was not widely accepted.
In the Southern Domain, within this Forbidden Zone of Life, the deity within the immortal divine iron rod had revived. Driven by the Battle Victory Buddha, it radiated boundless dominance, sweeping away everything.
Above the abyss, that blurry figure made no large movements. With simple motions of its hands, it unleashed one rune after another, crashing against the pitch-black iron rod with a clanging sound.
That was not the sound of weapons clashing—it was the roar of the Dao. There was no power more terrifying than this. At this moment, no one dared to approach. Even a sage would meet their end here.
Above the nine sacred mountains, surging black mist billowed. That figure shifted its gaze, as if ten thousand years had flowed by in an instant, pressing down on the immortal divine iron rod until it trembled, nearly falling into the abyss.
"The Battle Victory Buddha is this powerful, able to duel with the existence beneath the abyss..." Li Heishui gasped.
"Wrong. In the current world, no one can contend with the desolate. The Battle Victory Buddha is borrowing the power of the deity within the ancient emperor's weapon," said the Black Emperor.
The Monkey, meanwhile, showed deep worry for his uncle. A supreme imperial weapon of an ancient emperor, truly revived, possessed almost the power of an ancient emperor. But the cost was immense. How long could the Battle Victory Buddha sustain it?
"Roar..."
At this moment, a great roar came, shaking the mountains and rivers, dimming the sun and moon. A wild surge swept across the entire land—this was a Dao Roar!
In the Southern Domain, every powerful cultivator was horrified, no matter how far away they were. They all heard it. This was a resonance between heaven and man, transmitted through the great Dao of heaven and earth.
In the mountain ranges, an old monkey activated an ancient technique of Dharma Form Heaven and Earth. His body reached up to the nine heavens and down to the nine netherworlds, radiating boundless divine light!
He towered into the clouds, revealing his true form. He did not chant Buddhist titles but remained as he was in ancient times—his edge undiminished, looking down upon the world, his heroic posture awe-inspiring.
The Monkey's eyes reddened instantly, tears streaming down. This was his uncle, just like his father—fearing neither heaven nor earth, crushing all obstacles. This was their clan's unique aura, unmatched by anyone!
Within the Ancient Forbidden Land, the Divine Silkworm Princess had fallen at the foot of the sacred mountain, coughing up blood, protected by the nine-colored imperial robe. She struggled to lift her head, her face pale, but a strange light flickered in her beautiful eyes as she murmured, "You are still you, after all. No matter what happens, the battle blood in your bones will never change!"
Two chapters today. Though there was no burst, I still shamelessly ask for votes. You know what I mean—double votes, double votes. These past few days, I've been doing three chapters daily. I need to adjust. Thank you!