Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2336: 180: Illusory Realm
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The Realm Sea, the Reclining Buddha!
Innumerable Innate Divine Demons along with the enormous hordes of World Eaters under their control had almost completely blotted out the whole Reclining Buddha right now!
Biting noises, combat roars, the booming collisions of Divine Skills and spells mixed with splashing sounds…
The massive Golden Body of the Western Great Bodhisattva was now covered in the foul blood from the shattered corpses of World Eaters, with chunks of meat and bone fragments slipping down its Golden Body.
Should these elements enter a realm, they'd turn into Chaos Origin Substance, yet within the Realm Sea, they looked just like the tissues of actual creatures.
Right now, his eyes burned red from all the slaughter, and even the Buddha light surrounding him struggled to hold back the killing urge, lust, and ferocity shining in his gaze.
His pupils slowly grew pitch-black like ink, seeming to stain the sclera completely dark.
The Buddha light shifted to a reddish-black hue, with strands of Demonic Qi drifting outward.
The monks positioned nearby grew fewer and fewer.
Despite the ongoing stream of monks and evil spirits emerging from the Buddha Kingdom, they simply couldn't stand against this overwhelming ocean of foes.
Besides the Innate Divine Demons and World Eaters, several cultivators lurked among them, striking whenever the main attackers paused.
The assault rolled in like endless tides and waves, never letting up!
Crowned with horns on its head, the gigantic Innate Divine Demon perched aloft and encircled by numerous fellow Innate Divine Demons—the one called the ‘Master of Quiet Cave’—observed the spectacle and at last stood up gradually.
The handful of Innate Divine Demons still holding back beside it also rose, the air thick with tension.
The Master of Quiet Cave’s gaze held no emotion whatsoever as it advanced a single step.
The very next moment, its form quietly slipped past the Western Great Bodhisattva who defended the entrance to the Buddha Kingdom!
All at once, the surroundings fell eerily quiet.
Not too far off, the cultivators concealed in the rear couldn't suppress a flicker of dread in their stares!
Under their stunned looks, the Western Great Bodhisattva’s face stiffened, a sharp, vertical cut that had formed on his throat gradually surfaced, and then his head—bearing a touch of puzzlement and shock—quietly tumbled from his shoulders!
The Demonic Qi within the Golden Body failed to erupt; rather, it oozed from the neck like viscous, ebony liquid…
“The Western Great Bodhisattva is dead?!”
Every cultivator displayed utter astonishment!
“That Master of Quiet Cave is a Mahayana too?!”
Even from the remote void, a striking cultivator clad in the Cloud Sky Sect’s cloud-patterned robe had to reveal himself, eyeing the event with grave intensity.
The enigmatic Master of Quiet Cave oversaw a perilous zone in the Realm Sea, rallying various Innate Divine Demons to evade capture and refinement by cultivators.
Legends tell that ages ago, a Great Realm launched an assault, only for that Great Realm to end up desolate, and ever since, no cultivator has dared to provoke it carelessly.
“What a shame that Innate Divine Demons, though they match Mahayana strength, can't reach Cultivation Ascension and remain forever confined to the Third Realm Sea. To them, it's likely nothing short of agony.”
The striking cultivator let out a soft sigh inwardly, yet he also sensed a measure of ease.
Were these Innate Divine Demons endowed with such immense might from birth and able to ascend to The Heavens with little effort, wouldn't the struggles of cultivators like him seem utterly ridiculous?
Heavenly Dao prizes equilibrium above all—that's the supreme principle!
Meanwhile, the Master of Quiet Cave, after effortlessly felling the Western Great Bodhisattva, lifted its head a bit, staring at the serene Reclining Buddha ahead, who slumbered with shut eyes, and for the first time, its look betrayed a spark of feeling.
Its own frame wasn't tiny, but compared to this Reclining Buddha, it resembled a mere trinket beside a teacup.
Its eyes drifted down slightly, landing on the lotus branch clutched in the Reclining Buddha’s grasp.
Silhouettes kept emerging from the lotus interior, though their power was obviously fading, shifting from prior Bodhisattvas and Arhats to mere common pilgrims.
Still, the pushing forward Innate Divine Demons and World Eaters halted them, and each one that escaped was instantly ripped to shreds by the World Eaters.
“So, you claim that wrecking this spot wraps up the mission? Far easier than I pictured.”
It twisted its enormous form, glancing at the striking cultivator who had appeared from the distant void, a trace of uncertainty in its tone as it sought confirmation.
The striking cultivator paused briefly at these words, casting a look at the lotus branch in the Reclining Buddha’s hold, before affirming with a nod:
“Indeed, once this Reclining Buddha falls, the pact between Quiet Cave and my Cloud Sky Realm holds true, and we'll honor our word.”
At this response, the Master of Quiet Cave’s scaled face and jaw shimmered with iridescent glow, a faint grin tugging at its lips:
“Then it's straightforward.”
With a swift motion behind its back, it targeted the lotus branch in the Reclining Buddha’s grip!
Buzz!
A beam of inky divine light burst from its hand, slamming into the delicate lotus branch!
Ping!
Just like a vase breaking apart, liquid spraying all over!
The lotus bloom in the Buddha’s hold snapped and dropped soundlessly, crumbling away.
From the lotus depths, myriad figures poured forth in that instant.
Beholding this, the striking cultivator’s eyes flashed with a touch of astonishment.
Yet right away, as though spotting something, his face twisted in alarm!
In that same instant, the Master of Quiet Cave felt an odd presence on instinct and whipped its head around, but it pulled back two paces without thinking!
The Reclining Buddha statue, previously with eyes shut, had—unseen by all—unveiled its vast, impassive eyes, quietly peering down upon it!
Clearly nothing more than a statue of Buddha, but those eyes fixed squarely on it!
“You… who are you?!”
The Master of Quiet Cave, filled with doubt and wariness, saw its mighty, towering frame erupt in bristling scales!