Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2296: 166: Magical Combat (Part 2)

“Dharma Aspect…”

Positioned within the vast void, Wang Ba’s attention was captured by the colossal black Zhui and the ruby-red Buddha perched upon its spine. A sudden flash of insight struck his heart.

He recalled his initial entry into the Realm Sea, where the staggering scale of the Wisdom Magic Bodhisattva at the vortex had left him in awe. He realized now that such a sight was likely the manifestation of a Dharma Aspect.

The Dharma serves as a bridge to the Dao, manifesting externally while strictly adhering to the fundamental laws of the cosmos.

This Red Bodhisattva possessed a mountain-like physique, radiating a crimson hue of indignation. It was the literal embodiment of Buddhist wrath, Great Strength, and the subjugation of demons.

Its musculature was coiled with the intensity of crouching dragons and pouncing tigers, radiating the aura of the Vajra Unbreakable. It perfectly illustrated the description given by Sect Master Bai Lechan of the Cloud Sky Sect: a master of both offensive and defensive arts.

Wang Ba shifted his gaze toward the six Dao Treasures held by the figure and the black Zhui beneath it. The mere aura of that black Zhui was comparable to the Black-bearded Bodhisattva he had executed upon his arrival.

Moving with the speed of a thunderclap, the black Zhui gained momentum as it traveled, effectively solving the Red Bodhisattva’s lack of agility while amplifying its raw power. The two entities complemented each other perfectly, akin to adding wings to a tiger.

The battle had not yet truly commenced, but Wang Ba had already deciphered the Bodhisattva’s nature. He now understood why the youth in purple robes had labeled this being the 'leader of the ten Bodhisattvas.'

“A truly powerful opponent.”

A rare look of gravity flickered in Wang Ba’s eyes.

As the black Zhui galloped, it churned the void itself. Powerful shockwaves shot out like arrows, causing Wang Ba’s blue Daoist robe to flutter and vibrate violently.

The distance between the combatants closed rapidly. Wang Ba could clearly see the spiraling grooves on the black Zhui’s single horn, the coarse black bristles on its hide, and the hollow emptiness within its giant eyes.

Atop the beast, the three-headed Red Bodhisattva glared with fury and let out a thunderous roar.

The sound resonated like a lion’s cry, tearing through the atmosphere.

Each of its hands held a different instrument of war: one gripped a sword, another struck a bowl, a third waved a banner, a fourth clutched a mallet, a fifth held a lotus branch, and the last supported a treasure tower…

In a heartbeat, the Vajra Sword fell like a collapsing heaven, the Buddha bowl sought to pin down the Primordial Spirit, and the scripture pillar swayed as if chanting holy texts. Meanwhile, the Treasure Mallet aimed for the heart, the lotus branch emitted a cleansing mist to induce slumber, and the treasure tower ascended before crashing down with immense weight!

Even the leader of the ten Bodhisattvas—the highest-ranking figure beneath the Great Bodhisattva in the Supreme True Buddha’s hierarchy—did not dare take Wang Ba lightly. He immediately exerted his full strength, deploying all six top-grade Dao Treasures at once!

Simultaneously, the horn of the black Zhui, having gathered energy for a long duration, unleashed a beam of dim divine light!

Wherever that light traveled, the void was shredded into nothingness!

Inside the Cloud Sky Realm Taoist Field, even cultivators at the peak of Tribulation Crossing Perfection, such as the purple-robed youth, watched with bated breath.

Individually, a top-grade Dao Treasure, a Buddhist Divine Skill, or a black Zhui might not be insurmountable. However, when these elements were combined, even a mid-stage Tribulation Crossing cultivator would find it difficult to face them head-on.

The sheer variety of these top-grade Dao Treasures provided a mix of offense, imprisonment, and attrition. A single mistake could result in losing the momentum, making it difficult to escape even for someone with superior cultivation.

The purple-robed youth looked toward Wang Ba, who remained motionless, feeling a surge of anxiety.

He was uncertain if the Heavenly Monarch’s disciple possessed the necessary counters. His doubt stemmed from the fact that Taoist Friend Taiyi had won his previous matches so effortlessly that Wisdom Truth had been forced to intervene personally.

Yet, as he observed the steady blue-robed figure in the distance, a sense of curious excitement began to build…

On the opposing side, atop the Lotus Platform, the Bodhisattvas and Arhats of the Supreme True Buddha watched with intensity. Seeing Wisdom Truth attack with such overwhelming power, their previous fear and gloom were replaced by joy.

The Eastern Great Bodhisattva appeared calm, yet the way his body leaned forward betrayed his internal agitation.

On the battlefield, faced with the inescapable net of the Red Bodhisattva’s techniques, Wang Ba finally moved.

Divine Patterns flickered briefly around him, but the glowing treasure tower above intensified, causing his patterns to dim and fade rapidly.

Wang Ba’s expression darkened slightly, but his resolve remained firm. The Red Bodhisattva was clearly a veteran combatant who had anticipated and neutralized his escape routes from the start.

Evading the frontal assault was no longer an option.

“If that is how it must be…”

Wang Ba’s cold detachment broke, replaced by a sharp, piercing light in his eyes.

The Rushuang Sword left its scabbard, its blade clean and free of dust.

Immortal power flooded his Primordial Spirit.

An ancient zither manifested first. Though no fingers touched the strings, it did not play a peaceful tune. Instead, it erupted with a melody of rage and slaughter. The fierce music soared through the sky, drowning out the lion’s roar, the ringing bowl, and the Buddhist chanting!

At the same time, a massive brush appeared in the air. It began to paint characters with strokes that resembled dancing dragons, carving through the void!

Nine consecutive ‘kill’ characters formed, acting as nine ink-black swords that collided with the Vajra Sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Though the ink swords shattered one after another, they successfully halted the Vajra Sword’s progress, forcing the Red Bodhisattva to pull it back!

Just then, the dim divine light from the black Zhui struck Wang Ba directly, igniting a flare of earthen-yellow radiance.

This yellow light flowed steadily, ignoring the malicious intent of the divine beam. It stood firm like an eternal, indestructible domain.

Despite this defense, a sharp, stinging pain—one he hadn't felt in a long time—throbbed within Wang Ba’s Primordial Spirit.