Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1661: 893: The Strongest Battle (Part 2)

But in the very next moment, a black and white stream of light violently tore free from the confines of the Painting Realm, bursting out from the Brocade Mountains and Rivers.

Zhao Xuanjing, unable to spare any more effort at this juncture, resolutely plunged his True Body into the “Brocade Mountains and Rivers,” commencing the full suppression of Old Ghost Wanxing and his ilk.

Once the black and white streams of light achieved their freedom, they instantly reverted to their original forms: two immense divine beasts.

One possessed wings that blotted out the sky, a long, serpentine body adorned with crimson manes, and a head resembling a True Dragon's – it was the colossal Fierce Beast known as the Yinglong Divine Beast.

The other bore a dragon's head with a solitary eye. Its body, covered in dark scales, lacked claws or fangs, stretching across tens of thousands of miles and resembling a dragon, a flood dragon, or perhaps an Ancient Python Demon. This was the Candle Dragon, one of the ancient, malevolent deities.

Yinglong, ever the most belligerent, immediately unleashed its True Body Dharma Image, shrouding itself in overwhelming blood-red light as it charged towards Empress Weiyang.

This blood-red radiance was imbued with an boundless aura of slaughter, embodying the Innate Killing Destiny Power, marking it as paramount among the Three Thousand Great Dao in terms of lethal force.

Meanwhile, Li Changxue was enveloped by a boundless expanse of auspicious light. The Emperor Seal, held within her grasp, suddenly ascended, transforming in an instant into a majestic and imposing Qilin Divine Beast, soaring thousands of feet into the air.

The Qilin Divine Beast alighted upon nine-colored Qingyun and fiercely collided with Yinglong, the two immediately becoming locked in a savage combat.

In mere moments, the roars of the beasts echoed through the heavens. These two colossal entities tumbled across a million miles, their respective powers of Killing Destiny and merit-based laws clashing relentlessly. The resulting blood-red light and auspicious clouds spread across billions of miles, eclipsing the surrounding brilliant Star River and dimming countless stars.

Elsewhere, Great Master Pu Du, displaying profound compassion, suddenly raised a palm and intoned: “Infinite Life Buddha! The Buddha declared: Should I not save all beings, all beings shall suffer. May Buddha Light illuminate all!”

As his voice reverberated through the Star River, deities and Buddhas from the heavens jointly chanted. An infinite brilliance surged forth from them, instantly engulfing a vast expanse of space-time stretching a million miles in circumference.

The Candle Dragon, trailing its ten-thousand-mile-long body, plunged into the Infinite Brightness Realm, immediately submerged by the radiance.

Yet, in the subsequent second, from the heart of the pure and immaculate infinite brightness, a colossal vertical pupil suddenly materialized.

The pupil’s gaze was utterly dispassionate, its depths as profound and black as a Black Hole.

Then, the vertical pupil slowly lowered its eyelids, closing itself.

Instantly, night descended, and the infinite brightness dissolved into pitch blackness.

The deities and Buddhas of the heavens were consumed by this encroaching darkness, their appearances twisting into malevolent forms as demonic flames surged skyward.

At this critical moment, within the boundless expanse of darkness, a colossal shadow materialized. From its depths emanated waves of law fluctuations capable of destroying worlds.

On another front, the Brocade Mountains and Rivers, having transformed from the Ten Thousand Spirits Map, swiftly drifted into the distance.

Within the vast scroll of the landscape, mighty True Spirits began to awaken one by one, uniting their forces in a bid to suppress Wanxing and Bai Ze.

By all logical accounts, with the True Immortal Device known as the Ten Thousand Spirits Map in his possession, Zhao Xuanjing should have effortlessly subdued Wanxing and Bai Ze.

However, the unfolding events defied expectations. In life, Old Ghost Wanxing had been an existence on par with a Golden Immortal. Even in his current state, neither fully alive nor dead, his residual power was immense, far exceeding the limits the Ten Thousand Spirits Map was designed to contain.

Drawing solely upon his profound comprehension of the Earth Dao, Old Ghost Wanxing could continuously unravel Zhao Xuanjing’s relentless offensives. He could often anticipate Zhao’s attack intentions and shifts in law before they even manifested.

Bai Ze proved to be no lesser threat. Wielding its heaven-defying Divine Skill of “communicating with all beings and understanding all matters,” it could even achieve a degree of precognition.

Zhao Xuanjing remained oblivious to any anomaly initially, but after two exchanges, he abruptly discerned Bai Ze’s clandestine advantage of “foreknowledge.”

Wanxing and Bai Ze executed their actions with flawless coordination, preventing them from falling into a disadvantageous position for a considerable duration.

It is worth noting that Zhao Xuanjing harbored certain reservations, which impeded him from unleashing his full strength.

Consequently, both sides found themselves locked in a stalemate, with no clear victor likely in the immediate future.

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Burial Immortal Ruins, Desolate Wall Settlement.

Zhao Sheng had no inkling of how many tens of thousands of miles he had traveled beneath the earth. The very soil around him had transmuted into golden stone, and the temperature soared to a fearsome degree, sufficient to liquefy gold and forge iron.

The passage ahead plunged into a profound darkness, yet faint starlight glimmered, offering a spectral guide.

Approximately half a cup of tea’s time later, Zhao Sheng suddenly perceived the passage below beginning to “open up” far below, with a distinctly colossal space seven thousand miles beneath.

“Could this be it?!” A sudden thought struck Zhao Sheng, and he accelerated his descent without hesitation, relentlessly pursuing the distant starlight.

Three breaths later, the passage’s terminus materialized. A vast expanse of crimson light refracted upwards from the depths, bathing the surrounding dark rock walls in its glow.

Witnessing this spectacle, Zhao Sheng drastically throttled his speed. Two more breaths sufficed to bring him to the passage's end, whereupon he extended his Will Heart Light into the abyss below.

Instantly, a boundless and immense cavern unfolded within his Heart Eye. It teemed with reddish-gray soil and rock pillars, through which rivers of magma snaked, not only meandering but also coalescing into vast lakes and seas of molten rock.

Innumerable bizarre creatures, resembling flood dragons, cavorted within the soil and magma. They periodically seized the Five Elements Essence that rained down from the heavens.

And far within the cave’s heart, seven to eight thousand miles distant, rested a ruined workshop, an “unmistakably familiar” sight – the Gui Xu Square, a place he frequented in his previous existence.

At this very moment, a cataclysmic, earth-shattering conflict raged in the vicinity of Gui Xu Square.

Suspended above the workshop, swirling mists intertwined with celestial starlight. These mists ceaselessly morphed into illusions of various Divine Beasts, valiantly warding off the starlight’s relentless assault.

The starlight itself blazed with the brilliance of an aurora from the highest heavens. It appeared magnificent and tranquil, yet it harbored an intent of endless destruction, systematically dismantling the illusions of Divine Beasts and gradually consuming the cloud mists.