Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

"Is someone undergoing the Great Tribulation of Chaos?"

Dipankara Buddha clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

"Wonderful! Heaven is on our side! That must be Lin Zhu, a remnant of the Jie Sect. This tribulation is the perfect opportunity for us to eliminate him!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned slightly.

"The Chaos Calamity is no small matter; approaching it rashly could lead to unforeseen consequences."

"What are you afraid of!"

The eyes of the Buddha of Dipankara held a sinister glint.

"Strike while the iron is hot! Lin Zhu has repeatedly ruined the good deeds of our Western Sect. Today, we will use the power of the Heavenly Tribulation to destroy him. Isn't this the will of Heaven?"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva pondered for a moment, then nodded.

“Brother Dingguang is absolutely right. Under the Chaos Tribulation, even if he has three heads and six arms, he will not escape death. We only need to set up restrictions on the outside to cut off his retreat.”

The four had made their plan and transformed into golden light, heading straight for the center of the tribulation clouds.

The closer they got, the denser the chaotic aura became, causing even those with their cultivation levels to feel a stinging sensation on their skin.

When they saw the scene at the center of the tribulation clouds, the four of them all changed color.
Lin Zhu sat cross-legged in the void, with nine blue lotuses appearing around him.

The chaotic divine lightning struck the lotus petals, but it vanished as if it were a mud ox sinking into the sea; the ethereal wind swept by, stirring only faint ripples.

He even took the time to wave to the four of them.

"Hey, even those bald monks from the Western Church are here to watch the show? Front row seats are chargeable!"

"This is impossible!"

Dipankara Buddha cried out in surprise.

"The Chaos Divine Lightning can destroy a Great Luo Immortal, how could he possibly..."

Before he could finish speaking, an exceptionally thick bolt of chaotic divine lightning struck Lin Zhutian's head.

He opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing the lightning whole. His body was instantly surrounded by lightning, and his aura increased instead of decreasing.

"It tastes good, would you like some more?"

Lin Zhu licked his lips, his eyes flashing with lightning.

The three Bodhisattvas looked at each other in bewilderment, while the jade bottle in Guanyin Bodhisattva's hand trembled slightly.

"This boy actually uses Chaos Divine Lightning as a tonic. Could it be that he has already touched the threshold of the Primordial Chaos Realm?"

Dipankara Buddha's expression shifted between light and dark, then suddenly he grinned maliciously.

"No matter what realm they are, they must die today!"

After saying this, two golden relics flew out from his sleeve, turning into shooting stars and heading straight for Lin Zhu.

Just then, a crimson sword light appeared out of nowhere, knocking the relic flying through the air.

"Long-eared thief! How dare you show your face?!"

With this sharp shout, a figure in cyan broke through the void and arrived.

The Holy Mother of Wudang's phoenix eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the crimson longsword in her hand emitted a terrifying sharpness.

A red aura, constantly changing shape, floated behind her, sometimes resembling a sword, sometimes a lotus, emanating a heart-palpitating aura.

Dipankara Buddha's expression changed drastically.

"Wu Dang?! You're still alive!"

"How dare I die before the traitor is executed!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Back then, during the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, it was you who stole the Six Soul Banner, causing Master to fail at the last moment! Today, I will cleanse the Jie Sect of its filth!"

Upon seeing this, the three Bodhisattvas immediately formed a battle formation, and Manjushri Bodhisattva said in a deep voice.

"Fellow Daoist Wudang, the past is gone. Brother Dingguang is now a Buddha of our Western Sect, and I hope..."

"Shut up!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang interrupted with a stern shout.

"You bunch of hypocrites who take advantage of the chaos, what right do you have to call yourselves 'fellow Daoists'? Today, you either get out or die!"

The red aura behind her suddenly expanded, transforming into a rain of fire.

Each drop of fiery rain contained the resentment of the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect since the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding area within a hundred miles was filled with ghostly wails and howls.

Lin Zhu saw it clearly during the lightning tribulation and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Oh ho, a fight has broken out?"

He casually dispersed a bolt of chaotic divine lightning and watched the battle with great interest.

"Senior Sister Wudang's 'Eternal Wrath' is quite interesting."

Seeing that things had come to this point, Dipankara Buddha decided to simply abandon all pretense of civility.

"You despicable woman! Back then, the Jie Sect defied the heavens and deserved to perish! I have abandoned darkness for light and am enjoying the Western Paradise, a fortune that you fools can never attain!"

"good fortune?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang laughed in extreme anger.

"You betrayed your fellow disciples for this fortune? Today I'll show you what the true methods of the Jie Sect are!"

She pointed her sword at the heavens, and the "raging flames of eternal damnation" instantly transformed into a colossal sword that reached the sky, slashing down with the resentment of all the immortals of the Jie Sect.

Dipankara Buddha dared not be negligent and hurriedly offered up twelve Dipankara relics, forming a golden light barrier to defend against them.

"boom"

The two forces collided, and space shattered like glass.

The shockwave swept in all directions, even tearing a hole in the chaotic tribulation clouds.

The three masters each used their own methods to protect themselves, but they were still shaken back hundreds of feet.

As the smoke and dust cleared, blood trickled from the corner of the mouth of the Buddha of Dipankara, and his golden robe was tattered.

The Holy Mother of Wudang was also suffering; her face was as pale as paper, but the anger in her eyes burned even brighter.

"Is that all you've got? Where did your courage to betray your sect go?"

Dipankara Buddha grinned savagely.

"You bitch, you think you're the only one with a trump card?"

He suddenly bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

After the twelve relics were stained with blood, they transformed into twelve ferocious demons, surrounding the Holy Mother of Wudang.

"Blood sacrifice to the relics?"

The pupils of the Holy Mother of Wudang contracted.

"You have fallen into the demonic path!"

"What does the demonic path matter if I can kill you!"

Dipankara Buddha laughed wildly.

Tear her to shreds!

The twelve demon gods roared and pounced, and the Holy Mother of Wudang swung her sword to meet them.

Wherever the sword light passed, the demon's limbs flew off, but they quickly reformed and regenerated.

Seeing the critical situation, she suddenly bit her finger and drew a blood talisman between her eyebrows.

"With my lifeblood, I summon the souls of ten thousand immortals!"

In an instant, countless phantoms appeared behind her. There was Yunxiao holding the Hunyuan Golden Bucket, Nezha riding the Wind and Fire Wheels, and the Three Immortals wielding the Golden Dragon Scissors. These heroic spirits of the Jie Sect disciples who had long since fallen appeared, rushing towards the Twelve Demon Gods with boundless hatred.

"You've gone mad! How dare you use forbidden techniques!"

Dipankara Buddha's expression changed drastically.

"Why aren't the three great masters making a move?!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva sighed, and the jade bottle overturned, the Three Lights Divine Water transforming into a celestial river that pressed down; Manjushri Bodhisattva wielded the sword of wisdom, unleashing a golden light that stretched for ten thousand feet; Samantabhadra Bodhisattva offered up the vajra, aiming straight for the heart of the Holy Mother of Wudang.

"mean!"

Lin Zhu saw it clearly during the lightning tribulation, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"So you're trying to bully the weak with numbers, huh?"

He suddenly stood up, and a blue lotus bloomed around him as he actively drew the last nine bolts of chaotic divine lightning into his body.

"Crack."

As if some kind of constraint had been broken, the scent of the bamboo forest rose steadily, instantly breaking through a certain critical point.

He stepped out of the lightning tribulation's range and reached out to grab it.

"Here comes the sword!"

A bamboo sword, entirely green, pierced through the air, its blade wreathed in lingering chaotic lightning.

Lin Zhu swung his sword, and three sword energies, though arriving later, arrived first, intercepting all the attacks of the three great masters.

"Gentlemen, did you ask me before you bullied my senior sister?"

Lin Zhu stood smiling in front of the Holy Mother Wudang, his body still emitting wisps of blue smoke from the lightning tribulation.

Seeing the situation was dire, the Buddha of Dipankara suddenly transformed into golden light and attempted to flee. The Holy Mother of Wudang shouted sternly.

"Where to go!"

The raging flames transformed into a colossal net that blotted out the sky, sealing off all directions.

"Wudang, it's been so many years, and your temper is still as fiery as ever."

The Buddha of Dipankara stands on a golden lotus, surrounded by a halo of Buddha's light, and wears a nauseatingly compassionate smile on his face.

He gently raised his hand, and boundless Buddhist light transformed into a barrier, easily neutralizing the angry attack of the Holy Mother Wudang. The Holy Mother Wudang's pupils contracted sharply, her black hair moved without wind, and her Taoist robe from Biyou Palace fluttered in the wind.

She stared intently at Dingguang's familiar yet unfamiliar face, her voice as cold as the depths of hell.

"Dingguang, back then you were only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, but now you've reached the mid-stage of the Daluo realm. Did you obtain this cultivation by sacrificing the blood of my fellow disciples in the Jie Sect?"

"Amitabha."

Dingguang clasped his hands together, but his eyes held a mocking look.

"Why cling to the past, Senior Sister Wudang? The Western Sect has opened its doors wide to all. As long as you are willing to convert, you can attain not only the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, but even the Quasi-Saint realm."

"Shut up!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang interrupted with a stern shout, and the Qingping Sword in her hand burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

"A traitor to the faith, does he even deserve to call me senior sister?"

Just as she was about to make her move, Lin Zhu's voice suddenly exploded in her mind.

"Watch your back!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang has fought countless battles throughout the primordial world, and her fighting instincts have long been ingrained in her bones.

Without hesitation, she spun around and swung her sword. The Qingping Sword drew a perfect arc, just enough to block the three beams of Buddhist light that came from the void.

"boom"

The terrifying shockwave tore the clouds to shreds within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The Holy Mother of Wudang retreated three steps, each step leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the void.

She looked up and saw three figures slowly emerging from the Buddha's light.

Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Avalokiteshvara

The Holy Mother of Wudang spoke slowly and deliberately, her eyes blazing with even greater anger.

"Well, the Western Sect actually mobilized four Great Luo Golden Immortals just to deal with a junior. That scoundrel Duobao is certainly willing to spend money!"

Manjushri Bodhisattva stands on a seven-jeweled golden lotus, holds a wisdom sword, and has a solemn expression.

"Fellow Daoist Wudang, this is the will of Heaven, why go against it?"

"fart!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang sneered.

"You used the same excuses when you slaughtered my Jie Sect disciples during the Investiture of the Gods. Now that you've sided with the West, you haven't even changed your lines?"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva sighed, and the Tai Chi symbol slowly rotated above his head.

"Wu Dang, the Jie Sect's fate is sealed, why bother?"

"The lineage of the Jie Sect will never be severed!"

The Holy Mother of Wudang interrupted her sharply.

"You traitors dare to presume to discuss the fate of my Jie Sect?"

The willow branch in Guanyin Bodhisattva's jade vase swayed gently, its sound soft yet concealing a deadly intent.

"If Fellow Daoist Wudang remains obstinate and refuses to see the truth, I fear that the last vestiges of the Jie Sect's lineage will be lost."

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, the Holy Mother of Wudang looked up and laughed, her laughter full of sarcasm.

"What? You Western Sect can't even find the last Daoist temple of my Biyou Palace, yet you want to destroy the root of my Jie Sect?"

The three monks' expressions changed slightly.

Upon seeing this, Dipankara Buddha immediately stepped forward.

"Senior Sister Wudang, as long as you don't interfere in Lin Zhu's affairs today, I guarantee it in the name of Buddha."

"What's the guarantee?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang scoffed.

"Will you beat me to a pulp, just like you did with Junior Sister Guiling? Or will you suppress me at the foot of Mount Ling, just like you did with Senior Sister Jinling?"

The three bodhisattvas exchanged a glance, their eyes growing increasingly disdainful. Manjushri shook his head and said:

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Wudang is determined to be our enemy."

"Just you?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang pointed her Qingping Sword directly at the four people.

"If it weren't for the favoritism of my Grandmaster Yuanshi back then, even if all twelve Golden Immortals combined, they wouldn't be a match for the four direct disciples of my Jie Sect!"

Things are different now.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva sighed, and the Taiji talisman shone brightly.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's expression suddenly changed.

"careful!"

Before the words were finished, two menacing rifts suddenly appeared in the void.

Two dragons, formed from pure golden light, roared out, their cries shaking the heavens and causing space to shatter wherever they passed!
"This is."

Manjushri Bodhisattva was greatly alarmed, and the Seven-Jeweled Golden Lotus hurriedly came forward.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of shattering echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The Seven Treasures Golden Lotus, renowned for its unparalleled defense, was bitten through by a dragon, its petals scattering everywhere.

Manjushri Bodhisattva let out a muffled groan, and golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's Tai Chi seal was equally vulnerable.

Two dragons crossed paths, and the yin-yang symbol shattered instantly.

Samantabhadra retreated dozens of feet, his face deathly pale.

The most tragic one is Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The jade bottle was struck by the dragon's tail, causing several cracks to appear on its body, and the willow branch was broken into several pieces.

Guanyin's face was contorted with heartache, and she no longer had any compassion.

"Golden Dragon Shears!"

Dipankara Buddha exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How is that possible? Those three were already..."

The three great masters gathered together in a sorry state, their strength greatly diminished by the damage to their magical artifacts.

Manjushri Bodhisattva gritted his teeth.

"Which three made the move? Could it be..."

Above the East China Sea, dark clouds loomed overhead, and lightning flashed.

Lin Zhu sat cross-legged in mid-air, surrounded by chaotic divine lightning, undergoing an unprecedented tribulation.

In the distance, the three great masters were about to attack Lin Zhu when they suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

"Greetings, three bodhisattvas, how have you been?"

A clear, cold female voice came from behind. The three monks trembled and turned around abruptly.

Three graceful women stood in mid-air; they were none other than the Three Immortal Maidens of the Clouds: Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao.

Guanyin Bodhisattva's pupils contracted slightly, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on the vase in her hand.

"The Three Immortals of Sanxiao... How could you..."

The Fairy of the Clouds, dressed in pristine white, wore a mocking sneer.

"What? You're surprised to see us? If it weren't for the Sage's intervention back then, the three of you would have been annihilated long ago."

Manjushri Bodhisattva's face was gloomy, and the wisdom sword in his hand hummed.

"Yunxiao, cease your arrogance! What happened back then was nothing more than your Jie Sect defying the heavens and bringing about your own destruction!"

"Hahaha!"

The Fairy of the Azure Clouds laughed loudly, her laughter filled with sarcasm.

"What a blatant act of defying the heavens! You Western Sect colluded with the Chan Sect to harm my Jie Sect disciples, and now you've become the righteous army?"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva said in a deep voice:
"Bixiao, stop talking nonsense! The Investiture of the Gods has long been over. You remnants of the Jie Sect have no remorse and dare to show yourselves and cause trouble?"

A cold glint flashed in Fairy Yunxiao's eyes.

"Repent? It's you traitors who should repent!"

Her gaze was sharp as she swept over the Dipankara Buddha behind the three great Bodhisattvas.

"Especially you, Long-Eared Immortal Dingguang!"

The face of the Buddha of Dipankara turned ashen instantly, and the two relics in his hands shone brightly.

"Yunxiao! I am now the Buddha of the Western Sect, the Buddha of Fixed Light and Joy. The Jie Sect is but a thing of the past!"

"traitor!"

Fairy Bixiao was furious, and the golden dragon scissors in her hand shone brightly.

"Your master treated you well back then, but you betrayed us in the face of battle, causing my Jie Sect to be doomed forever! Today, you will pay for this debt in blood!"

Dipankara Buddha, enraged and humiliated, shouted:

"Three great masters, what are you waiting for? Kill Lin Zhu first, then wipe out these remnants of the Jie Sect!"

Before he finished speaking, the Buddha of Dipankara had already transformed into a golden light and rushed towards the Holy Mother of Wudang.

The two relics traced brilliant trajectories in the air, hurtling towards the Holy Mother of Wudang with destructive force. (End of Chapter)