Chapter 426 - 54: Purple Gold Alms Bowl
Fang Cheng snorted coldly and flicked his long sleeve. A profoundly yellow Talisman flew out silently, hovering above his head.
A paper figure about a foot tall also emerged, standing quietly behind him.
He sat down cross-legged, his mind free of distractions, and focused on dealing with the anomaly within his Divine Soul.
’After all, he had the Creation Golden Talisman, a heaven-defying treasure, within his Divine Soul. It could even neutralize the techniques of an Upper Realm Divine King, so why would he fear this petty trick before him?’
At the same time, Zhao Wuji also sat cross-legged on the ground. He took out his Jade Ruyi and waved it gently. A majestic golden eagle flew out from the Jade Ruyi, then its body rapidly shrank, transforming into a streak of golden light that shot toward the spot between his eyebrows before disappearing.
The cave instantly fell silent.
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The moment Fang Cheng’s Divine Soul touched the flame of the Ancient Bronze Lamp, a brilliant light erupted before his eyes.
When his vision returned, he found himself in a place filled with auspicious light and colorful clouds, just like an Immortal Realm.
Before he could react, an irresistible suction force pulled from below, and his Divine Soul plummeted downward!
He looked down and saw an enormous Purple Gold Alms Bowl that had appeared beneath his feet at some point.
DONG!
His Divine Soul fell into the Purple Gold Alms Bowl and was viciously pressed down by a tremendous, invisible force.
Fang Cheng let out a low shout and formed a hand seal. His Divine Soul abruptly transformed into an incomparably sharp sword light, shooting out of the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.
Suddenly, Buddha Light filled the space above the alms bowl. Atop this Buddha Light, a layer of golden flame burned fiercely, releasing a vast, pure aura that blocked Fang Cheng’s escape.
When the sword light struck the Buddha Light, a muffled sound echoed through the void, as if it had hit an incredibly hard boulder, and it was sharply deflected back.
The sword light dissipated, revealing Fang Cheng’s form.
He scanned his surroundings with great interest. Then, sensing something, he raised his head and looked outside the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.
He saw another figure falling from outside—it was the Divine Soul of the Qianmu Demon King.
As the Qianmu Demon King was about to fall into the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, the Demon King shouted, "Mr. Zhao, quickly, save me!"
As soon as his voice fell, a ten-foot-wide golden eagle swooped past, grabbing the Qianmu Demon King’s Divine Soul. It circled once before soaring high into the sky.
Fang Cheng saw clearly that on the golden eagle’s back, a young Daoist with handsome features and eyes as bright as stars sat leisurely cross-legged. Who else could it be but the Blood Demon Zhao Wuji?
Zhao Wuji’s voice rang out, "Fellow Daoist Fang, this Purple Gold Alms Bowl is a supreme treasure of the Great Brightness Temple. Please forgive me, but I’m powerless to help."
Fang Cheng gave a cold smile and looked to the other side.
There, seven figures slowly materialized. Their leader was a tall, slender, and elegant old man with a ruddy complexion. A white beard beneath his chin swayed in the wind, giving him the air of a sagely immortal.
Fang Cheng knew from Chen Chizhong’s Spiritual Memory that these seven were all Supreme Elders of the Qiankun Saint Sect.
The remaining seven Life Soul Cultivators of the Qiankun Saint Sect had all joined forces to be here.
Grand Elder Huang Yugong first glanced at Fang Cheng in the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, then turned to Zhao Wuji and said calmly, "Mr. Zhao, so it is you."
Zhao Wuji chuckled and replied, "Mr. Huang, I trust you’ve been well."
Huang Yugong remained noncommittal and said flatly, "Mr. Zhao, you killed an Elder of our sect and plundered our Treasure Vault. If I don’t leave your Divine Soul within this Celestial Splendor Dream Realm Lamp today, I will have no face to meet the past patriarchs of the Saint Sect."
He pointed a finger, and from within the colorful clouds above, heavy, pitch-black iron chains shot out, stabbing and winding toward Zhao Wuji.
The other six Life Soul Elders, each holding an Array Flag, formed an array. They fiercely channeled the Power of their Divine Souls to manifest a colossal, sky-propping hand that swooped down to grab Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji sneered, "Mr. Huang, the one who killed your sect’s Elder is right there in the Purple Gold Alms Bowl. I merely refined your Tenth Elder into a Heaven-Soaring Flying Corpse. If you want to see him, I can give him back to you!"
As he spoke, he waved his Jade Ruyi, scattering shards of rosy light that blocked the iron chains and the giant hand.
Huang Yugong and the other Qiankun Saint Sect Elders seemed wary of Zhao Wuji. They held back from an all-out assault, afraid of falling into the Blood Demon’s trap. Instead, they focused on surrounding Zhao Wuji and his golden eagle, trying to force them down into the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.
Zhao Wuji was clearly highly accomplished in the Divine Soul Dao; otherwise, he couldn’t have searched Chen Chizhong’s Divine Soul with such ease.
He weaved between the sky-filling chains and calmly countered the giant hand of divine light, seemingly observing and waiting for something.
During this time, Fang Cheng stood inside the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, not resuming his attack on the layer of Buddha Flame at its rim.
「After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.」
Zhao Wuji let out a long sigh and announced, "Mr. Huang, Cyan Mountain stands unchanged, and the river flows on. We shall meet again!"
With that, the golden eagle erupted in a blinding golden light. It flapped its wings fiercely, breaking free from the chains that filled the sky, shattering the giant hand of divine light, and soaring into the heavens beyond.
BOOM!
A massive white halo exploded across the sky. The entire dream realm shook violently a few times, and then the golden eagle was gone.
Huang Yugong withdrew his Divine Technique. Gazing at the spot where Zhao Wuji had vanished, he frowned and said, "Such domineering Power of the Divine Soul."
The Second Elder’s face was frosty as he said, "Senior Brother, that bastard Zhao was clearly prepared. It will be even more difficult to trap him next time."
Huang Yugong nodded, his expression grave. "I can see that his Cultivation Realm is not far from the Peak of Life Soul. If he manages to form a Dharma Aspect before we can deal with him, the consequences will be unimaginable."
At that point, forget revenge; the Qiankun Saint Sect would be lucky just to survive.