Cultivation: Fortune by Lots

He wielded the Five-Cobalt Vajra Scepter, blocking the sword light from Tang Xiaotang’s Celestial Master’s Sword, simultaneously stepping forward, almost reaching the site of the Vajra Temple Ruins.

Beside Lei Jun, the violet Yang Thunder Dragon and the black Yin Thunder Dragon emerged simultaneously.

But the Vajra Sect Leader was entirely blue, his Vajra Body was perfected, directly resisting Lei Jun’s attack without wavering.

From his body, the invisible and colorless wrathful fire of the Bright King spread, causing nearby Great Tang cultivators to avoid him in fear.

As he landed, the Vajra Sect Leader pressed a hand seal onto the ground.

The illusory three-layered altar shook violently as if the whole was lifted from the earth into the skies.

In the Void Gateway leading to Sumi, thousands of bodhisattva lights soared to the sky, finally breaking through the long-standing barrier.

An old monk, frail and elderly, slowly ascended from the Void Gateway.

He first saluted the Vajra Sect Leader.

The Vajra Sect Leader returned the salute: "Master Cisong."

Previously stationed at Sumi, the Vajra Elder Master Cisong looked around at the Vajra Temple Ruins: "I came late."

"Not late."

Lei Jun: "Just in time."

As they spoke, centering on him, black and white colors suddenly swirled around.

For a moment, it seemed that the folded Yin Yang Taiji Diagram had unfolded again.

Like a closed lotus flower, finally blooming.

Both the Vajra Sect Leader and Elder Cisong were startled.

As the two monks tried to evade, Tang Xiaotang descended from the sky, carrying thunder interwoven with purple and gold, forcing them to stop.

This brief delay allowed the Yin Yang Taiji Diagram to fully unfold, covering vast areas, enveloping the entire Vajra Temple Ruins inside and outside.

An extremely large formation swept silently across the land.

From afar, some descendants of the Three Springs Palace, Western Regions Buddhist Sect members, and foreign martial artists experienced surges of great joy and sorrow.

First, they saw the distant sight of Zhao You’an’s demise, causing their morale and courage, which had been boosted for a desperate fight, to crumble.

Then the Vajra Sect Leader returned in time, reopening the gateway to Sumeru, rekindling hope in everyone’s hearts.

But in the next moment, an immense Taoist array once again engulfed the Vajra Sect Leader and Elder Cisong back inside.

The Mount Sumeru Portal was also sealed and concealed once more.

No matter how strong one’s spirit is, being so repeatedly battered is unbearable.

Some still wanted to fight back vigorously, while others only wished to leave this place, having lost hope in leaving the Great Tang Mortal World through Sumeru.

Even if they couldn’t escape the Great Tang, fleeing to the extreme west or the Snowy Plateau would be better than facing death at the Vajra Temple Ruins.

"The Xiao Clan Leader outside Longwai now?" Prince Changshan Zhang Junhai asked Zhang Ying.

Zhang Ying: "He previously found a group of demon monks on the outskirts, led by Dong Da of the Eighth Heavenly Layer, and later encountered another demon monk Xire, chasing them far away, but has received news and is on his way here."

Zhang Ying, Zhang Junhai, Yue Xiling, Xu Duan, and others, despite fearing the Vajra Sect Leader and Elder Cisong, felt relieved upon seeing Celestial Master Lei had planned ahead.

They led Great Tang cultivators to pursue and cleanse the remnants of the enemy factions fleeing in all directions, to prevent their final madness from endangering densely populated areas.

At this moment, within the great formation, both the Vajra Sect Leader and Elder Cisong bore solemn expressions.

They seemed to be inside another world.

This formation not only isolated them from the outside Great Tang Mortal World but also blocked their return to Sumeru through the Void Gateway.

Within the formation’s world, everything seemed black and white.

The Vajra Sect Leader and Elder Cisong could barely maintain their own colors.

But the Buddhist light on their bodies kept dissipating, seemingly vanishing into the black and white world.

The Vajra Sect Leader gazed into the distance.

There, amidst the pale void, two black lotus seats were obviously present.

Black Nine-Petaled Lotus Seats, like two black suns, hung in the air, distantly facing each other.

The black suns did not radiate heat but, like an abyss or a black hole, devoured everything around them.

Especially the numerous Buddhist Dharma Essences revolving around the Vajra Sect Leader and Elder Cisong, vanishing like mud cows into the sea, absorbed by the black Nine-Petaled Eclipse Lotus Seats, leaving no trace.

Elder Cisong looked at the two strange black lotuses in wonder: "Outside Great Void Temple? No, that would be more violent, not so dark... is it the reverse method of the White Lotus Sect? Or the transformation of the Middle Earth Zen Sect Dharma in this mortal world?"

He was a high monk of the fourth stage of the Ninth Heavenly Layer of Sumeru Vajra Division, just one step away from achieving the Vajra Body and Five Phases Perfect Embodiment.

In recent years, due to his advanced age, his body has gradually weakened, making it difficult to maintain his former peak state, but his insight remained sharp, and his knowledge was extensive.

Upon falling into this great formation, although unknown, he vaguely felt it was a Taoist method.

But what were those two Nine-Petaled Eclipse Lotus Seats about?

Outside Buddhist Dharma?

The most poisonous outside method!

The Five Sections of Mount Sumeru Vajra World each worship various Buddhas, the core being the highest offering of the Buddhist Handprint Lineage, Mahavairocana Tathagata.

At this moment, those black lotus seats executed the dark, counter-inscription method, which, towards Mahavairocana Tathagata, was both highly disrespectful and extremely effective.

"Taoist array... but those two demon lotuses are the formation’s core!" Vajra Sect Leader Garuda spoke slowly.

He focused his gaze between the two black lotuses.

There, Lei Jun stood calmly, his right hand behind his back, his left hand open before him.

Within his palm, it was as if there was flowing water.

A long river came from afar, ultimately converging in Lei Jun’s hand.