Taoist Master Xuanhuang

Ultimately, he was only at the fourth-order True King level.

Regardless of the Holy True King's many shortcomings, such as lack of endurance and limited number of cycles, etc.

Regardless, combat at the fourth-tier True King level is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

It's no longer a brutal, hand-to-hand combat, no longer a back-and-forth exchange of blows.

Instead, it has escalated to a clash of laws, a clash of worlds, and even a comparison of the understanding of Tao and supernatural powers.

It's like a collision of two worlds; the sheer aura it exudes gives off a sense of world-destroying power.

The world is changing because of his conquests.

As the monk Jingguan who openly documented this great battle, he was the most shocked.

I finally realized, through my own experience, why I was in danger.

This was still a nearly perfect plan, luring the Wise Cicada Buddha and the Animal Creator Taoist into a clash. If it weren't for this plan, it would have been a typical inducing scheme.

Therefore, Wu Chan Xie Fo would kill himself as easily as killing an ant.

Minghui felt the pressure, including from the hidden high-ranking members of the Buddhist community.

A tiny pagoda in the palm of my hand radiates a calm light, its golden glow permeating the air.

This is the key to why the Buddhist sect dared to take action against the sacred. It is a combination of the entire Buddhist sect's spiritual power, blessings, merits, and fortune, and is the sect's most treasured possession.

The level is only the essence of the third order, but the ability cannot be compared according to the level.

After all, it embodies the fortune and merit of Buddhism, and thus has the potential to exert its full potential.

Once the entire Buddhist sect blesses him, it's like unleashing a powerful attack; dealing with a fourth-tier opponent will be a piece of cake, and the Buddhist sect is absolutely confident.

Moreover, this pagoda possesses extremely strong causal power, already having the ability to sever a person's karmic ties.

For example, He can sever the causal link between the Wise Cicada Evil Buddha and the Wise Cicada Realm in a short period of time.

It's equivalent to the ability to undermine the enemy's defenses.

Once a deity is severed from its connection with the realm, it loses everything.

Without the source of magical power and protection, one's own supernatural abilities and laws will be greatly affected.

Needless to say, because the plan was completed successfully, Wu Chan Xie Fo Hui would be greatly exhausted and not at his peak.

but.

Even with such confidence, Minghui was still a little nervous when she saw a battle between True Kings.

This can be considered the first time in this world that a true king has clashed with a true king; such a thing has never happened before.

In the celestial realm, there was indeed a true king who died, but he was cursed to death by himself. He angered the Xuan Tian Emperor and Xuan Huang, and was killed by karma and destiny.

He was someone who courted death and didn't deserve it, but he courted it and died.

Strictly speaking, this was not a duel between true kings, but rather a defeat by a lower dimension.

The cicada-wielding evil Buddha and the animal-creating Taoist were the first true kings to clash.

…………

"This humble monk is Wuchan!"

Wu Chan, the evil Buddha, responded without changing his expression.

Upon hearing that it was his old neighbor Wu Chan, the Daoist of Animal Creation breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he thought the real cultivators had come knocking on his door, and he was really scared.

After sensing that it wasn't a genuine cultivator's aura, and confirming that it was indeed his old neighbor, Wu Chan Xie Fo, he was finally completely relieved.

As long as it's not a genuine cultivator coming to our door, it's fine.

I told you, he may seem evil, but he knows his own limitations. He has never provoked the main human lineage; he has only harmed alien creatures.

Even among the alien beings, humans only make up a small portion; the majority are various other races.

I wouldn't feel guilty killing as many of these alien races as I wanted.

Humans are not yet so benevolent as to protect all living beings. As long as there is no large-scale slaughter of the main human population, humans do not care.

The person who created the animal-making path exploited this loophole, knowing full well that his sins were not many.

The world is so unfair.

The same human being is stronger in the main world than in other realms, and in other realms, humans are stronger than other races.

The corresponding fate and sin are also.

Killing a member of an alien race carries only one-tenth the sin of the alien humans and only one-hundredth the sin of the humans of the main world.

That's very unfair.

"So it's an old neighbor? What brings an old neighbor here?"

Relieved, the Animal Creator left the Animal Creation Realm. He was very thin and had an ordinary appearance.

Once he conceals his aura and laws, it is impossible to tell that he is a fourth-order True King.

Furthermore, the two referred to each other as old neighbors.

But don't take it seriously; the two had only heard of each other but had never actually spoken.

After all, being so close means being neighbors, or to put it bluntly, rivals.

A competitor that has swept away its neighbors.

The divine desires that there be no other realms around it, as this would mean that its future expansion will be unimpeded.

Once other realms emerge not far away, they will definitely become future enemies and obstacles.

"Hmph, what brings you here?"

Wu Chan entered a meditative state, adopting a compassionate demeanor, and said, "You beast, you have committed countless evils and have already fallen into demonic possession. This humble monk has come here to subdue you. Why don't you quickly surrender?"

Animal husbandry: ? ? ?
Crazy?
Your resentment as a demon is even stronger than mine, yet you dare to say that I have become a demon and commit all kinds of evil.

Has he lost his mind? Or has he gone mad, truly gone mad?

"I created things, not animals."

Whether he's crazy or not, it's certain that the beast doesn't want to fight him.

Furthermore, let me correct myself: I am a Creator, not a Creator of Animals. Creating animals is merely a means to an end.

Although he admitted that the blame was indeed his, he denied it.

Before being infected by the resentment of heaven and earth, he was indeed a deity under the creation law, a branch of creation, and a branch of creation...

It bears a resemblance to the work of creation.

However, once one becomes possessed by a demon, the corresponding ability is to create animals.

Everything that Wu Chan Xie Fo saw around him was the result of his efforts over the years.

"Hmph, that's sophistry. You demon are full of demonic energy, where is there a trace of creation? It's clearly an evil art of creating animals, you deserve to die."

No matter how openly or honestly you speak, it's all just an act. Wu Chan Xie Fo is a master of acting.

A quick glance at the hidden Jingguan was enough.

"You bald monk, are you here to cause trouble?"

The Creator of Animals was enraged. "Why is this never going to end? What kind of person are you? Don't you ever look in the mirror?"
How dare you criticize me?

"So what if I am? A demon like you deserves to be killed by everyone. If I don't go to hell, who will?" Wu Chan said.

The Taoist priest who created the animal was certain that the bald monk had gone mad.

“Master, don’t forget, we are all from the demonic path, we are all in this together. True cultivators would love for us to kill each other. Master, what you are doing is very unwise.”

Ultimately, the Creator of Animals still did not want to resort to arms.

Because it does no good for me at all.

Although he felt he was stronger than Wu Chan, because that bald monk was clearly only at the early stage of the fourth rank, without any improvement whatsoever. He himself was at least at the mid-stage of the fourth rank, the result of his many years of hard work.

Why is he so brave despite being so weak?
I really don't understand.

However, it's best to try to persuade them if possible; resorting to violence won't do any good.

"Shut up, who's on your side? This humble monk is a true Buddha of the righteous path."

Animal husbandry: ? ?

"Stop spouting nonsense and prepare to die!"

Wu Chan was moved. He had acted enough. Continuing to communicate would not be good for him. This Taoist priest kept saying that he was on the same side. Could he say that?
"You, you're serious, you're really crazy."

The livestock were even more bewildered; it was a real attack, an unexpected disaster.

Having a crazy neighbor is really unpleasant. What should I do? I need help urgently.

Having no other choice, he quickly withdrew and entered the realm.

There was absolutely no waste of magical power. After all, magical power belongs to oneself and also to the realm, so one should try not to waste it if possible.

When it comes to replenishing, the origin of the realm is not so easy to talk to.

Each time you absorb energy from the origin of the realm, you are imprinting a deeper causal link with the realm, making it even more difficult to break free in the future.

Nowadays, everyone, whether human or dog, saint or demon, knows that it's best to break free from the constraints of boundaries.

This wasn't a consensus, and this situation wouldn't have happened otherwise.

Unfortunately, Xuanhuang emerged, and he even cultivated a group of true cultivators.

So things changed. Compared to true cultivation, the divine is like a lame giant. To change, one must break free from the constraints of the realm.

It's all Xuanhuang's fault. Without him, the Holy Ones wouldn't think this way, and the Realm would be frustrated if it had any intelligence.

We were normal in the first place, but the Xuanhuang Taoist made us abnormal.

……

The Buddha's palm touched the sky, and he descended from the heavens.

The Wise Cicada Buddha sat atop a lotus flower in the clouds, his body shimmering with a jade-like, crystalline radiance.

It is not made of flesh and blood, but rather a living crystallization of a curse, a collection of billions of resentments and blasphemous Zen.

Its enormous form almost shattered the solidified molten golden sunlight around it, and countless tiny jade-like cicada shadows swirled and chirped within its halo, weaving an invisible and intangible yet powerful web of laws that could erode the world.

At this moment, facing the deep valley in the east, which was constantly pulsating and spreading with foul and murky miasma, what flowed in His eyes was not compassion, but cold tyranny as solidified as molten gold.

One arm slowly rose, forming a colossal arm of runes that stretched to the heavens and the earth, forged from countless twisted and condensed runes of law.

As the arm meandered and rose, countless suspended, solidified golden light threads seemed to be summoned, frantically converging, entwining, and compressing into the arm, transforming the invisible light into a heavy entity as if cast from divine metal!

Its movements were as gentle as brushing away the dust from a lotus platform, yet they stirred the weight of the entire world—that giant hand, shaped from thousands of sorrowful incantations and molten gold threads, silently pressed against the barrier of the Beast Realm that shrouded the deep valley with a pressure that was both sacred and corrupt!

The space in front of him shrank and collapsed like parchment thrown into boiling water, forming a clear palm print, with molten gold and burning fragments rolling around its edges.

At the core of the palm print, thousands of tiny jade cicada script characters hummed mournfully, releasing a desolate and sorrowful light powerful enough to erode the will of the stars into ashes.

This light can even ignite the intangible concept of "existence." Wherever the light reaches, even the solidified sunlight struggles and twists, emitting a silent wail of annihilation.

This palm strike, containing the power to destroy worlds and capable of shattering continents, slammed heavily onto the barrier of the Animal Creation Realm!

That barrier was neither an energy barrier nor a magic array shield.

It is the outer boundary of a realm, born from the distortion of billions of life laws and the superposition of countless painful times. Its surface is covered with a layer of solidified, glossy, viscous gel, as if it were made from the blood of millions of primordial beasts mixed with amber, thick enough to attract stardust.

The palm print touched!

The anticipated cataclysmic event and the collapse of the barrier did not occur.

The Buddha's palm, imbued with the power of "the primordial spirit of the Dharma" and containing the sorrowful light of destruction, vanished without a trace when it touched the thick, sticky, turbid gelatinous layer.

The immense power was like being trapped in a swamp of resentment that had accumulated over millions of years.

The sorrowful light was enveloped, digested, and devoured by layers of thick, turbid gelatinous substance.

The golden light struggled to burn, but only produced large swaths of thick, bubbly, blackened oil.

The law that annihilates stars vanished instantly, like ice and snow thrown into a pool of boiling corpse oil, emitting a hissing sound that was almost a groan.

The mournful cries of the jade cicada script resembled a live insect caught in a spider web.

Their sharp buzzing was isolated, absorbed, and distorted by the thick layer of flesh inside the living body, turning into a dull pulsating echo.

The "primordial spirit" power inherent in the seal script itself was corrupted, assimilated, and distorted by the endless resentment of life transmitted from the thick layer of living flesh.

Dark, viscous oil seeped from the edges of the runes, and their structure began to disintegrate, becoming blurry and murky.

The surging power contained in that giant hand was "dissipated, absorbed, and transformed" layer by layer by this strange barrier, like a steel knife slicing into a rolling, writhing pile of fat from a giant beast. It had a terrifying momentum, but the cut surface was constantly being swallowed and repaired by new rotten flesh and fat.

That's it.

Wu Chan was not surprised, nor was the Creator of Animals.

The two already knew that although the Holy One was powerful, he was only a fourth-tier True King.

But this is the realm that nurtures true kings; how can it be damaged by a true king?

Even the great demon queen who destroyed the world needed time and death to exchange for power.

The ripple spread for only a few breaths before being smoothed out and swallowed up by the thick, active barrier, leaving no trace.

The entire realm of creation was like a sleeping ancient beast that had been bitten by a mosquito or fly, turning over and continuing to slumber, without even a trace of awakening "anger".

In the clouds, the radiance of the Jade Cicada Buddha Light paused slightly.

The giant rune-covered arm of the Evil Buddha Wu Chan slowly retracted, its movement even slower than when it was first extended.

The inscriptions that formed the arms had clearly faded considerably, and the dark filth clinging to the edges was as difficult to dispel as a bone-deep infection.

This blow was like a light rain falling on a furnace, not even stirring up a wisp of white smoke.

The silence at this moment is more unsettling than a thunderclap, for the very fact that a strong attack is powerless is the deepest mockery and deterrent to the attacker.

"madman."

"Zao Chu said speechlessly."

Wu Chan was acting crazy, saying he wanted to slay demons and monsters. I thought he was already crazy enough.

There are even more outrageous things.

Knowing full well that he didn't want to fight, he still wasted his magic power attacking the boundary barrier. How insane!

Don't you cherish your magical power?
"You heretic, come out here!"

"boom!"

Come again.

Not only did they come, but they also clamored for the Creator of Animals to come out and confront them head-on, instead of hiding and refusing to come out.

The Creator of Animals was utterly speechless.

'Wow--'

"Boom——"

The relentless onslaught, with no sign of stopping, defies any sacred understanding.

The sacred beings cherish their lives and magical powers; how could they waste them like this?

Looking at the almost insane Wu Chan Xie Fo, Zao Chu, who had initially thought he had encountered a madman, suddenly had a new idea.

"No, no, it's not that simple. There must be a reason that I don't know. This doesn't make sense."

It's so unreasonable.

...(End of chapter)