Chapter 659: True Monarch of Sword Dao, Han Shi
The phantasm of the Great Sun Glaze Dao Fruit trembled violently, nearly disintegrating, but was forcefully held together by the Wish Power flowing down from the Bodhi Holy Tree.
At the core of the explosion, space had completely collapsed into a black hole.
Dark Gold Blood Thunder writhed madly within it like a dying python. Shards of the Bloodstained Vajra Pestle, wrapped in True Martial Demon Suppression Evil Qi, tore a hundred miles of the void into chaos.
The phantasm of the Earthly Buddha Country that had appeared over the Eastern Wilderness Land distorted and dissolved in the turbulent flow of energy, like an ancient painting splashed with boiling water.
A viscous, bloody rain suddenly poured from the sky. The Gang Wind swept across the Eastern Wilderness, carrying the wails of ghosts and the howls of gods.
Wisdom Sun Bodhisattva’s Thousand Hands Dharma Aspect was annihilated inch by inch. Spiderweb-like cracks erupted across the surface of his Glazed Golden Body, and light gold Buddha’s Blood gushed from his seven orifices.
He staggered back three steps as the lotus platform beneath his feet shattered. The phantasm of the Great Sun Glaze Dao Fruit behind him trembled violently, but ultimately, it did not disperse.
"Cough, cough..."
Wisdom Sun wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth. Where his kasaya was scorched black, it revealed flesh shimmering with a glazed, precious light.
A Golden Core True Monarch had brazenly self-destructed. The power was so horrifyingly world-shaking that everyone was stunned.
Or rather, no one had even had time to process it. To self-destruct right after achieving the Golden Core Fruit Position...
’Even novels wouldn’t dare to write something like this!’
True Monarch Qing Yuan, who was hiding in the shadows, felt his face twitch uncontrollably. He could already imagine that if he had stepped out earlier to test his luck, he would have likely been the one to perish.
’Xu Yunfan, you are ruthless, sacrificing a Golden Core Realm clone without a moment’s hesitation.’
He had heard of the Cloud Scripture Incarnation Technique, so he was naturally aware of its Divine Soul Exchange effect. Although no one had ever successfully cultivated this Secret Technique from the True Scripture, Xu Yunfan had just demonstrated its incredible power.
He even gave up a Golden Core.
If it were him, how could he possibly resist such a temptation?
In that moment, True Monarch Qing Yuan’s wariness of Xu Yunfan grew even deeper.
As long as this man lived, he would never know a moment of peace.
At this moment, although Wisdom Sun Bodhisattva looked miserable and his Grotto Heaven was severely damaged, he was, after all, still alive.
He stared at Xu Yunfan in the canyon, his face twisted and ferocious, devoid of any Buddha Nature.
"You animal! I manifested the Dao Fruit of the Great Sun Glazed Treasure Body! I’m Immune to All Techniques! So what if a Golden Core self-destructs?!"
Xu Yunfan was in the middle of lifting his Grotto Heaven to crash it into the Divine Sky Dao Fruit. Seeing this, his pupils shrank slightly.
He saw that the cracks on Wisdom Sun’s Golden Body were being rapidly repaired by the Wish Power flowing down from the Bodhi Holy Tree. Although his aura had plummeted, his foundation was not destroyed.
’I underestimated this bald donkey’s turtle shell.’
Xu Yunfan’s thoughts turned, and his gaze swept toward the Wansheng Sword Sect. The profound-black pillar of light from the Cangming Dao Fruit there had completely receded.
At the Wansheng Sword Sect, the profound-black pillar of light from the Cangming Nine Abyss Dao Fruit suddenly retracted, disappearing completely into Han Shi’s body.
A phantasm composed of endless Furious Tides and a Returning Ruins vortex flashed behind him and vanished. Immediately after, a terrifying Sword Intent—as deep as an abyss and seemingly capable of devouring all things—shot up from Han Shi’s body toward the heavens.
His aura instantly broke through the shackles of the Foundation Establishment stage, soaring limitlessly and aiming straight for the Golden Core Dao.
The Cangming Gui Xu Dao Fruit was formed!
"He did it! Han Shi has attained the Cangming Fruit Position!"
An uproar erupted within the Wansheng Sword Sect, and the faces of many turned ugly.
A mud-legged peasant had achieved a Daoist Golden Core. Could this be the second coming of Pure Yang True Monarch?
Han Shi, sword in hand, slowly rose to his feet. The pressure of a Golden Core swept across the Twelve Sword Peaks.
A new True Monarch of Sword Dao, not yet two hundred years old, had advanced triumphantly all this way to achieve his Dao today. Such a feat was rarely seen in all of history.
Having attained the Daoist Golden Core of the Sword Dao, Han Shi’s eyes revealed a hint of struggle and despair, which in the next moment transformed into utter calm.
After bowing toward Pure Yang True Monarch from afar, his body transformed into a streak of sword light and shot rapidly toward the Eastern Wilderness.
Above the Eastern Wilderness, under the watchful eyes of Wisdom Sun Bodhisattva, the thunderbolt pillar of light from the Divine Sky Yuqing Nine Heavens Profound Vault Myriad Transformations Undying Dao Fruit also suddenly contracted.
Where Xu Yunfan’s main body sat cross-legged, all the thunderlight receded. A vast aura—one of annihilating the Ten Thousand Laws, shouldering the heavens, and eternal indestructibility—erupted like a dormant volcano.
𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
A purple-gold divine radiance flowed over his skin. At the location of his Dantian, a resplendent phantasm of a Golden Core slowly condensed and manifested, coiled by ninety-nine Purple Gold Divine Dragons and containing within it the nascent form of an endless Thunder World.
The Divine Sky Dao Fruit had successfully manifested.
All that was left was to perform the Grotto Heaven Lifting, crash it inside, and the process would be complete. This would take but a few breaths.
"Don’t even think about it!!!"
Wisdom Sun Bodhisattva’s eyes looked ready to split. The power of his King Buddha Fruit Position surged madly. Disregarding the backlash from violating the ritual, he once again condensed an even more solid golden Buddha Palm and, with world-toppling might, viciously slammed it down toward Xu Yunfan.
He would absolutely not allow the Primordial Sect to gain another True Monarch.
"Bodhisattva."
Xu Yunfan suddenly spoke, the thunderlight from the Divine Sky Dao Fruit already drawing in his Grotto Heaven’s Dao Foundation.
"It seems you’ve suffered one defeat after another. Your Buddha Country became a pipe dream, your King Buddha was reduced to a mere combatant, and now you can’t even manage to kill me."
Wisdom Sun whipped his head around, just in time to see a streak of sword light transforming into a long rainbow as it shot across the sky toward him.
"The Wansheng Sword Sect?!"
Wisdom Sun Bodhisattva’s expression was shaken. A Sword Cultivator, a master of slaughter—he did not dare to underestimate one.
Wisdom Sun Bodhisattva snapped his head around, his pupils reflecting a profound-black sword rainbow that tore through the sky.
Before the sword light even arrived, its Returning Ruins Sword Intent, which seemed to devour all things, was already causing the golden leaves of the Bodhi Holy Tree to fall in a frenzy.
’The newly ascended True Monarch of Sword Dao from the Wansheng Sword Sect... could he also be one of his?!’
Wisdom Sun’s heart pounded violently.
Sword Cultivators’ killing power was unparalleled among the Three Sects. If he were at his peak as a Mid-Stage Golden Core cultivator, it would be a different story. He could have handled a mere True Monarch of Sword Dao who had just entered the Golden Core Realm.
But now, having been heavily injured by Wukong’s self-destruction, he didn’t dare to be overconfident.
The Buddha Palm changed direction mid-air. A Glazed Buddha Jade barrier materialized before him to block this life-risking strike from True Monarch Cang Ming.
CLANG!
The moment the sword rainbow struck the Buddha Jade, a Returning Ruins vortex bloomed at the tip of the sword.
Cracks spread across the Glazed Buddha Jade. Wisdom Sun staggered back, and another three ranks of the Golden Lotus beneath his feet shattered.
Lifting his eyes, he saw the figure that had materialized from the sword light. Han Shi’s face was cold and indifferent. The phantasm of the Celestial Sword Seat bobbed behind him, its blade pointed directly at Wisdom Sun’s brow.
"A mud-legged peasant is worthy of being called a True Monarch?!"
Wisdom Sun laughed in fury as he forcefully re-formed his Thousand Hands Dharma Aspect.
His Great Sun Glaze Dao Fruit frantically drew upon the Origin of the Bodhi Holy Tree, and the cracks on his Golden Body healed at a visible rate.
"Today, I will show you all the difference between the clouds and the mud!"
The Han Shi clone remained silent. Controlled by Xu Yunfan, he couldn’t be bothered with empty threats.
The Cangming Sword Domain erupted, transforming a hundred miles of the world into an abyss of Furious Tides.
The Celestial Sword Seat suppressed the void. Nine Returning Ruins Sword Dragons poked their heads out from the vortex, sealing off all of Wisdom Sun’s escape routes.
This one sword was infused with the Divine Sky Dao Rhyme of Xu Yunfan’s main body, which annihilated the Ten Thousand Laws. It also carried the towering resentment and fury Han Shi had accumulated for a hundred years.
The Fury Killing Sword Intent had already climbed to an unprecedentedly terrifying level.
After all, being controlled by Xu Yunfan and sent to his death like this, Han Shi’s resentment was higher than the heavens.
"Thousand Vehicles Annihilation: Returning Ruins Tribulation!"
The sword fell like a toppling abyss.
Wisdom Sun roared as he formed one final Buddha Seal. The phantasm of the Bodhi Holy Tree and all the remaining Wish Power from his Buddha Country were completely incinerated.
The Glazed Buddha Light solidified into a golden wall, upon which the phantasms of a million monks chanting scriptures appeared.
This was the Bodhisattva’s final, life-or-death technique.
Prajna Sumeru Barrier.
The moment the sword dragons crashed into the golden wall, the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm seemed to freeze for an instant.
The profound-black Returning Ruins vortex and the Glazed Buddha Light frantically annihilated each other.
The Celestial Sword Seat emitted the cracking sound of being overwhelmed. Sword Aura shot from Han Shi’s seven orifices, and the Golden Core Dao Patterns on him flickered as if about to be extinguished.