Chapter 427 - 54: Purple Gold Alms Bowl
"Brooding over it is pointless. For years, the Saint Sect has proclaimed itself number one in the Western Wilderness, breeding impatience and arrogance. This disaster might not be a bad thing after all."
Huang Yugong sighed and said slowly.
The other Elders’ expressions turned grim, and they fell silent.
Although the Sect Treasure Vault was plundered and the Elder Council suffered heavy casualties, the sect’s foundation remained intact and its resources were still deep. As long as everyone united and turned shame into courage, the great Qiankun Saint Sect would not face any major problems.
Throughout all the sect families in the world, has there ever been one that prospered forever?
Everyone present was worldly and experienced. Without needing further words, they quickly understood.
Huang Yugong looked down at Fang Cheng inside the Purple Gold Alms Bowl and said, "As for this one... let’s refine him with the Great Sun Glaze Treasure Flame Buddha Light and turn him into a drop of lamp oil for the Celestial Splendor Dream Realm Lamp!"
The Elders of the Qiankun Saint Sect nodded in agreement, then worked together to activate the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.
The golden Buddha Flame at the mouth of the alms bowl suddenly flared up, then pressed down, seeking to refine Fang Cheng’s soul.
Fang Cheng remained silent. The Creation Golden Talisman in his soul trembled slightly, and he poured all his creation points into the Infinite Light Buddha Scripture, a Tribulation Realm inheritance!
In an instant, a new Divine Technique appeared on the Creation Golden Talisman. The characters after Infinite Light Buddha Scripture continuously blurred and changed.
From Entry to Minor Success, and then to Great Success... it was all completed in a flash.
[Talisman Master] Fang Cheng
[Divine Power Technique]
Infinite Light Buddha Scripture·Great Success (65397/195000)
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Creation Points: 0
A gentle, golden Buddha Light emanated from his soul incarnation. Bathed in this Buddha Light, his soul became like glaze, and behind him, a halo of Buddha Light formed, perfectly round and complete.
Waves of Sanskrit chanting echoed from the void behind him.
The vast Great Sun Glaze Treasure Flame Buddha Light descended upon him, only to be completely absorbed by the halo of Buddha Light behind him.
Fang Cheng’s soul was unharmed. In fact, another ring of Buddha Light had formed behind him.
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「In the cave.」
Zhao Wuji slowly opened his eyes, his soul having returned to his body.
After the golden eagle flew out from between his eyebrows, it landed obediently beside him.
Zhao Wuji rose, stood with his hands behind his back, and gazed at Fang Cheng, his expression indifferent.
The sound of something slicing through the air came from outside the cave. A tall figure descended from its Escape Light and appeared at the entrance.
The Qianmu Demon King returned to the cave, glanced at Fang Cheng who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and asked, "Is he still in there?"
A smile touched the corners of Zhao Wuji’s mouth. "This man certainly possesses a great opportunity, but his luck is a bit thin. Even with his heaven-shaking methods, his soul is unremarkable. He’s no match for Huang Yugong and the others."
The Qianmu Demon King looked at Zhao Wuji with admiration and exclaimed, "Mr. Zhao, you truly live up to your name as the Blood Demon. Killing four birds with one stone—you’ve gravely wounded the Qiankun Saint Sect, seized their Sect Treasure Vault for yourself, and will also obtain the treasures from that off-world great tomb and this man’s opportunities... It has truly opened this king’s eyes!"
As he spoke, a look of regret appeared on the Qianmu Demon King’s face. "It’s a pity. If his soul were a bit stronger, he could have fought Huang Yugong and the others to a mutual defeat."
Zhao Wuji glanced at the Demon King and sneered, "You underestimate Huang Yugong. With his cunning and calculating nature, he must have made thorough preparations. He would never allow the Celestial Splendor Dream Realm Lamp to be threatened in the slightest. Otherwise, you and I would never have gotten out so easily."
The Qianmu Demon King shook his head and sighed. "When it comes to scheming, I’m far too inferior to you. Mr. Zhao, we should deal with this person quickly, lest things get complicated!"
"That Talisman is no simple matter." Zhao Wuji’s tone was slightly grave as he stared at the Profound Yellow Cloud Smoke Talisman floating above Fang Cheng’s head.
Although he had never seen a Fifth-grade Talisman before, his intuition told him this one was extraordinary.
With that, he took out the Profound Flood Dragon Breaking Forbidden Halberd and handed it to the Qianmu Demon King, saying, "Demon King, your Physical Strength far surpasses mine. You give it a try!"
The Qianmu Demon King didn’t refuse. He took the Profound Flood Dragon Breaking Forbidden Halberd, his qi and blood surging. His body suddenly grew three feet taller, his muscles bulged, and immense power coursed through him.
He took a step forward, raised the Profound Flood Dragon Breaking Forbidden Halberd with both hands, and brought it down on Fang Cheng’s head.
BOOM!
A flash of brilliant light burst forth, stinging the eyes.
A cloud of profound yellow smoke and mist emerged from the void, enveloping Fang Cheng and blocking the Profound Flood Dragon Breaking Forbidden Halberd.
The roiling smoke and mist acted like an unbreakable eggshell, firmly protecting Fang Cheng within.
Zhao Wuji’s eyes lit up, a flash of greed on his face.
’What a Talisman! This man is truly a walking treasure trove! Could the opportunity for my breakthrough to the Dharma Realm lie with him?’
Just as this thought flashed through Zhao Wuji’s mind, he suddenly noticed a foot-tall paper figure emerge from behind Fang Cheng.
This paper figure held the Flying Sword that Fang Cheng tamed. Its hands formed a Sword Technique, and a chilling Sword Aura suddenly erupted, vanishing in a flash!
The very space within the cave seemed to have been neatly sliced in two by this single Sword Aura.
Only then came the sword’s cry, like a clap of distant thunder.
Zhao Wuji only registered a flash of Sword Aura before his eyes. The qi between heaven and earth suddenly sharpened, as if everything had been frozen in place!
He didn’t even have time to react before the Sword Aura flashed past.
He saw the Qianmu Demon King turn his head in astonishment to look at him.
Between the Qianmu Demon King’s eyebrows, a Sword Mark ran straight down, piercing through his body.
He opened his mouth to speak, but his body swayed, split in two, and fell to the ground, all signs of life gone.
A chill shot through Zhao Wuji’s heart.
In that instant, he had only sensed an unbelievably powerful Sword Aura flash by, and then... it had taken the Qianmu Demon King’s life.
’There was no escape!’
’His soul is trapped in the Celestial Splendor Dream Realm Lamp, so how can he still possess such a powerful technique...?’
As Zhao Wuji wrestled with his confusion, a line of blood also appeared between his eyebrows.
His life force was rapidly draining away.
That last sword strike had also severed his life force. He had only survived a few breaths longer because his Cultivation was higher and his Divine Techniques were stronger than the Qianmu Demon King’s.
Regret, remorse, and unwillingness surged in his heart. He still had so many trump cards he hadn’t played.
But now, there was no chance.
’This is a Sword Cultivator!’
When a Sword Aura reaches a certain speed, no matter what heaven-defying abilities or myriad schemes you possess, you cannot escape that single strike.
"Dharma Cultivation... a Tier Five Flying Sword... You hid yourself well!"
Zhao Wuji stared deathly at Fang Cheng, then collapsed, his body also splitting in two.
Thus, this great figure of the Demon Dao, whom even Huang Yugong regarded with extreme caution, fell before Fang Cheng.
The Dream Spirit Incarnation scattered, turning into white paper that burned to ash.
The Mountain-Slaying Flying Sword gracefully returned, coming to a stop before Fang Cheng, where it hovered motionlessly in the air.
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「In the Celestial Splendor Dream Realm Lamp, within the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.」
Fang Cheng’s soul stood within the Great Sun Glaze Treasure Flame Buddha Light, projecting an aura of being indestructible through myriad calamities, of eternal, diamond-like permanence.
He felt a powerful, pure energy welling up from within his soul, accompanied by a flash of enlightenment-like inspiration that filled him with joy.
He strode upward, treading on the void, leaving a trail of golden footprints in the air.
Outside the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, Huang Yugong’s expression changed. "This is bad! He possesses a top-tier inheritance from the Buddhist Sect! He actually had an epiphany and comprehended a new Divine Technique right here!"
Seeing that the Purple Gold Alms Bowl could no longer contain Fang Cheng, he immediately commanded the other Cultivators to change tactics and attack.
Myriad black chains shot out from the clouds, snaking toward Fang Cheng.
A giant hand of divine light slammed down, striking the space above the Purple Gold Alms Bowl.
BOOM!
From within the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, a giant golden fist shot out. Thick, ancient golden runes materialized around the fist’s light as a tremendous power erupted. Everywhere the fist’s light passed, space collapsed, and both the giant hand of divine light and the black chains were annihilated!
Then, a colossal Buddha slowly rose from the alms bowl.
The giant Buddha was covered in brilliant golden light that illuminated the entire Celestial Splendor Dream Realm.
Huang Yugong and the group of Qiankun Saint Sect Cultivators all retreated.
A figure stood upon the giant Buddha’s shoulder, looking down at them coldly.
A trace of helplessness flashed in Huang Yugong’s eyes. He formed a hand seal and barked, "Retreat!"
As soon as he spoke, the figures of the seven from the Qiankun Saint Sect vanished like bubbles.
They left directly, without any further probing.
Fang Cheng surveyed the Celestial Splendor Dream Realm and said in a deep voice, "I will pay you all another visit some other day."
After speaking, the giant Buddha threw another punch at the void. Amidst a sky full of shining golden runes, the void was shattered, and a black hole appeared.
Fang Cheng’s figure flickered, transforming into a Sword Aura that flew inside.
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「The edge of Nuhai.」
「In the cave.」
Fang Cheng, still sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the bodies of Zhao Wuji and the Qianmu Demon King, which had been sliced in two, he couldn’t help but muse, "You two, was it really worth all this?"
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