The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 311 The Day of Great Catastrophe
The shadow of the island of light, with its myriad golden rays and thousands of auspicious streaks, seemed to contain the laws of heaven and earth, and boundless power, its imposing aura suppressing the void.

Everyone was surprised to see this, and Zhao Ti ordered, "Everyone, retreat!"

At this time, those Kunlun people and demon monks who had been cleared out of Shambhala, whether near or far, also scattered in all directions.

Someone shouted, "It's a projection of Jin'ao Island! It's a projection of Jin'ao Island!"

Some people excitedly exclaimed, "So the legendary Jin'ao Island really exists!"

"This must be the Palace Master's doing, preventing the birth of the Buddhist Kingdom and stopping the demon Buddha from descending upon this world."

"The Palace Master possesses extraordinary abilities and boundless magical power. He can turn the world upside down with a wave of his hand and make it rain. He will surely destroy this Demon Buddha Kingdom!"

Zhao Ti squinted at the sky and saw the island's shadow getting closer and closer. He could vaguely see that the island was filled with magnificent palaces and pavilions, with flying eaves and gilded walls reflecting the sun. Thousands of rays of immortal light rushed into the sky, auspicious clouds swirled around, spiritual mist swirled, and exotic flowers and plants exuded fragrance. It was like a small world, full of the atmosphere of a fairyland.

“Jin'ao Island…” Zhao Ti murmured, “Jin'ao Island of the Jie Sect? Jin'ao Island where Biyou Palace is located? But why is it just a projection?”

Just then, a corner of the void suddenly shattered, and then, as if an eggshell had been peeled, the enormous kingdom of Shambhala was revealed.

Shambhala is different now than it appears from inside. The entire Buddhist kingdom seems to be made of gold, vast and boundless, with jeweled pavilions shining brightly, lotus ponds rippling with golden waves, Buddha's light shining everywhere, chanting hymns, and heavenly flowers falling in profusion. Everywhere you look, there is boundless Buddhist charm.

At this moment, the light and shadow of Jin'ao Island had already arrived close, tearing through the air and instantly pressing down.

It did not produce the earth-shattering sound one might expect, nor did it have the force of shattering the void. Instead, it was as if the blazing sun was melting ice and snow. The scene of the Buddhist kingdom was instantly covered by the light and shadow of Jin'ao Island, as if it were suppressed back into the void and disappeared without a trace.

The shadow of the island of light trembled in the air, then hovered in the sky, its radiance flowing, as if surveying everything and guarding against the reappearance of the Buddhist kingdom.

Upon seeing this, the Kunlun people shouted, "The Buddhist Kingdom has been defeated! The Buddhist Kingdom has been defeated! It has been shattered by Jin'ao Island!"

Kumārajīva asked in surprise, "What is the origin of this Golden Turtle Island? How did it manage to suppress Shambhala?"

Huo Linglong asked, "Will the Buddhist Kingdom never reappear?"

Duan Yu looked at Zhao Ti: "The Buddhist Kingdom... can't be that weak, can it? Is it over already?"

Zhao Ti said expressionlessly, "It's not over yet..."

As soon as he finished speaking, boundless golden light exploded from the sky, and the projection of the Shambhala Buddhist Kingdom instantly tore through the clouds once again.

This time, the scene was even larger and more magnificent than before. The Eight Virtues Water transformed into a towering waterfall and poured down. In the distance, thousands of Buddha phantoms sat cross-legged on lotus petals within the Buddhist kingdom, and the chanting of Sanskrit became tangible. Wherever it passed, the surrounding air and clouds seemed to turn into crystal.

At the same time, a dazzling green light rose from Jin'ao Island, and a magnificent palace phantom rose from the ground. Thousands of human figures seemed to be wielding swords and riding the waves, while the evil aura of black and yellow surged out of the sea like a dragon, firmly resisting the projection of the Buddhist kingdom.

The light and shadow of Shambhala and Jin'ao Island collided once again with a deafening roar. In an instant, the world lost its color, and boundless Buddhist light and primordial evil energy intertwined, transforming into a chaotic vortex that seemed capable of devouring everything.

Those unknown forces formed the shadow of Buddha, chanting mantras, while the light island humanoids emitted Taoist chants. The two intertwined in the air, causing the sunlight to dim.

The Eight Virtues Water and the Xuanhuang Evil Qi corroded each other, churning up a yellow-black light mist. Golden lotus fire bloomed from within the evil qi. The void rippled continuously under the tearing of the two forces, and countless fragments of energy, like sharp blades, chaotically tore apart the surroundings.

The Buddha's appearance was ferocious, and the Golden Turtle Island exuded a brutal aura. Their clash and battle were displayed in full force, as if they would not stop until they completely annihilated each other.

The crowd below was dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. Tong Guan stammered, "Your Highness, this can't be an illusion, it's a mirage, can it?"

Zhao Ti said calmly, "You also know about mirages?"

Tong Guan said, "Originally, I didn't know, but my servant inherited the lineage of the Clean Altar Messenger, and the technique contains this term, which explains its meaning."

Zhao Ti kept his eyes fixed on the sky, and at this moment he was also a little puzzled. The Buddhist Kingdom projection and the light and shadow of Jin'ao Island were fighting in the sky. It was extremely shocking to watch, as if they were about to collapse the heavens and the earth.

However, through the layers of light, he sensed that the inner intensity was not so great, especially the shadow of Jin'ao Island, which seemed to be all show and no substance. The momentum was indeed enormous, but the radiance seemed to be gradually diminishing.

The Shambhala Buddhist Kingdom, though shifting between reality and illusion, shows no sign of weakening; its power remains unchanged, even surpassing its initial appearance by 20%.

At this moment, someone else in Kunlun also discovered this scene, but they were no longer excited and remained silent.

Instead, the demonic monks all showed joy and chanted the name of Amitabha Buddha, and for a moment the sound of the Buddha's name resounded.

Upon hearing this, the people of Kunlun were enraged. Ignoring the changes in the sky, they raised their fists, drew their swords, and immediately engaged the demon monks in a fierce battle.

Zhao Ti frowned upon seeing this and ordered everyone to find a secluded spot to continue observing the sky.

The collision in the air lasted for more than an hour, and the light and shadow on Jin'ao Island had visibly dimmed, with many damaged and incomplete parts appearing on the island.

The Kingdom of Shambhala squeezed out half of the void, and although its strength was somewhat diminished, it was still far better than the precarious state of Jin'ao Island.

At that moment, a burst of light, thousands of feet long, suddenly erupted from Shambhala. A giant Buddha image emerged from the mountains behind the Buddha's kingdom, holding a rotating swastika in its palm. The Sanskrit chant "Sri Vajraksha" could be faintly heard. The Buddha's body emanated countless auspicious signs, displaying immeasurable precious light, shimmering with hundreds of colors, and radiating immeasurable pressure.

As the glazed Buddha light surged forth like a tide, the evil aura of Jin'ao Island, scorched by the Buddha light, emitted mournful cries and gradually disintegrated and disappeared.

The illusory image of Jin'ao Island trembled violently, the eaves of the magnificent palace above it broke, jade tiles fell like rain, and the humanoid illusory image was pierced by the Buddha's light, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating.

Finally, a deafening roar, like the crashing of a tsunami, was heard. The projection of Jin'ao Island was mostly swallowed up by the Buddha's light, leaving behind scattered fragments of light. The remaining part was about to disappear as well.

The Shambhala Buddhist Kingdom began to shine brightly. Amidst the swirling auspicious clouds, the void cracked open, and the kingdom slowly emerged from within. Immeasurable golden light surged forth, and the Buddhist kingdom gradually appeared. Magnificent pavilions and towers rose into the clouds, and Bodhi lotuses shone brilliantly. The Buddha's light shone everywhere, as if the heavens and earth were dyed with solemn and precious colors. Countless scriptures emanated from it, as if intending to spread the Buddha's voice throughout the world.

Upon seeing this, Kunlun and the demon monk below were stunned and stopped. The Kunlun people couldn't help but tremble, seemingly unable to accept the impending defeat of Jin'ao Island.

Even the most virtuous monks showed joy, chanting Buddhist prayers louder and casting submissive glances towards the heavenly kingdom of Shambhala.

Above the void, the Shambhala Buddhist Kingdom continued to erode the light and shadow of Jin'ao Island while slowly sinking down, seemingly about to cover the entire snow mountain.

However, its body was so enormous that a single snow-capped mountain could not contain it, and even the entire Tibetan tribes of the plateau could not accommodate its arrival.

He has twelve great kingdoms, ninety-six regions, and nine million six hundred thousand city-states, capable of accommodating countless people. He aims to cover not only Tibet, but also the entire Western Regions, Karakhanid Khanate, and even the Persian side.

Even Kunlun would be completely covered, assimilated, and absorbed, becoming part of the Buddhist kingdom. But at this moment, the dim and desolate Jin'ao Island, with only a few remnants of light remaining, suddenly trembled, and something flashed out from the remnants.

It was a broken sword, its original size unknown. It suddenly appeared, standing on the island, surrounded by a dazzling blue light. Beyond the blue light, mysterious lotus flowers could be seen faintly, climbing and entwining, exuding a mysterious aura.

The broken sword stood upright, swung against the wind, and its tail rapidly expanded, piercing the sky. Even though the blade appeared to be more than two-thirds broken off, its power was boundless as it slashed down towards the Buddhist kingdom.

The broken sword appeared abruptly, catching the Buddhist kingdom off guard. The cold, bluish light instantly shattered the void, bursting forth with azure light like water. The sword flame seemed to be filled with rage, directly targeting the huge Buddha's body in the Buddhist kingdom. Before the Buddha could even form a hand seal, the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli was instantly cleaved with a hundred-mile-long crack. The Eight Virtues Water surged like boiling water, and thousands of lotus platforms collapsed inch by inch.

The projection of the Shambhala Buddhist Kingdom stopped sinking amidst a roar, and the chanting of sutras turned into mournful cries. After a brief flash, it rapidly retreated to the west.

With a single slash of the broken sword, its strength was exhausted, and the azure light around its body scattered, showing signs of dissipating. However, it still rode on the afterglow of the golden turtle island's light and shadow, chasing westward.

Zhao Ti shaded his eyes with his hand and strained his gaze to see into the distance.

The broken sword chased further and further away, but its power dissipated faster and faster. In the end, it was completely exhausted and vanished without a trace. The fragmented light and shadow of Golden Turtle Island below also gradually disappeared.

But the Shambhala Buddhist Kingdom continued to fall westward, leaving Tibet and the Western Regions, its destination unknown.

At that moment, a voice, layered as if separated by many spaces and devoid of any emotion, rang out in the air.

"Tongtian, it is difficult for all living beings to survive and for the human race to continue. You used a sneak attack to force Shambhala away from its original sinking trajectory, and it is unknown where you will fall. All the sins you have committed, the suffering of living beings, and all the consequences will be borne by your Jie Sect!"

After the voice finished speaking, no one responded. Only a gentle breeze blew, and everyone in the snow-capped mountains unconsciously felt a chill.

A few breaths later, the layers of voices rang out again: "This sin should be borne by the Daoist sect!"

Then came a deafening roar, as if the heavens had collapsed and the world had been destroyed, coming from the distant west, thousands of miles away.

In an instant, the sky lost its light, as if the sun had been blocked. Dark clouds immediately gathered, and in the blink of an eye, a heavy rain began to fall, accompanied by lightning and thunder, soaking everyone.

But in less than a quarter of an hour, the rain turned into hail, which pelted down with a "pitter-patter" sound. The hailstones were as big as pigeon eggs, and those with weak martial arts skills were immediately covered in bruises.

The hailstorm didn't last long, and then snowflakes began to fall, as if the world was ending, and everything was covered in white.

At this moment, someone shouted in panic: "Oh no! The mountain is shaking! It's going to collapse!"

Someone else shouted, "It's not a collapse, it's cracked! It's cracked! Run!"

The snow-capped mountain has existed since time immemorial, for countless millennia, as solid as a rock. Yet at this moment, it suddenly shook and cracked, revealing a bottomless, enormous ravine, as if to unleash ancient demons.

Then a fierce wind howled, like a tornado, and some people were even blown away by the strong wind.

Zhao Ti's eyes twitched, and he grabbed Mu Wanqing's hand, saying, "Hurry down the mountain, don't separate, run towards the flatlands."

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, in just a short moment, the snow-capped mountain became fragmented, rugged and precipitous, no longer resembling its original appearance...

In the autumn of the third year of the Shaosheng era of the Great Song Dynasty, a vast Buddhist kingdom appeared from the void and descended from the distant west, destroying countless kingdoms.

Countless mountains split open into canyons and collapsed into hills; countless rivers and lakes were filled in and turned into plains; and underground waters overflowed from countless wilderness areas and became rivers.

On the high seas, the hurricane raged for days, sinking countless islands while new ones emerged.

Even the countries that were not destroyed were beset by various disasters: floods, droughts, insect plagues, earthworms, mudslides, celestial dogs swallowing the sun, snow and rain mixed together, day and night appearing simultaneously, and strange phenomena occurring frequently. Both the imperial court and the common people suffered greatly.

All living beings suffered, and countless lives were lost.

The surviving historians of the various countries all wrote a significant entry in their historical records, naming this first day, which seemed to mark the beginning of the end of the world, as the Day of Great Catastrophe, the Day of Divine Punishment, the Day of Judgment, the Day of Twilight, the Day of Great Darkness, and so on.

These unusual changes gradually disappeared after a full six months.

By then, the landscape had changed, the geography had shifted, and many aspects of the world were no longer exactly the same as before...

Zhao Ti led the group as they ran down the snowy mountain. Behind them, a continuous rumbling sound came from behind, a terrifying sound of mountains collapsing and the ground sinking. Everyone had a complicated expression and was shocked.

The words spoken by the layers of voices in the air kept echoing in Zhao Ti's mind: "It is difficult for all living beings to survive, and it is not easy for the human race to continue."

What exactly does this mean? What does it mean to say that it is difficult to maintain something, and what does it mean that it is not easy to continue something?
There are also races... How could this word be used?

Zhao Ti felt a bit confused. He let out a long howl, quickened his pace, and continued to rush down the mountain.

It should have been daytime, but the sky had turned dark and gloomy. The group didn't know how long it took before they finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.

This location was once a border road between Tibet and Dali, a road that was usually flat, covered with lush grass and trees growing on both sides of the road, a verdant and lovely sight. But now, everything has changed.

Earth and rocks rolled out on the road, grass was buried underneath, and trees were broken and felled, creating a scene of devastation.

"Your Highness, which way should we go?" Xiao Feng asked.

Zhao Ti pondered for a moment. Behind him was a massive, collapsing snow-capped mountain, which was now rolling down and engulfing him. If he walked along the road to the sides, he would not be able to avoid the speed of the collapsing snow mountain behind him.

Ahead was the mountain in Dali, which also had an anomaly, but it was much smaller than the Daxue Mountain.

The Great Snow Mountain was the battleground between Shambhala and Jin'ao Island, the origin of this disaster. Subsequently, both moved westward, with Shambhala descending to the far west, becoming the epicenter of this catastrophe.

As for the area east of the snow-capped mountains, although the celestial phenomena and terrain are also changing, it is not as terrifying as it seems.

Zhao Ti glanced at the mountain in front of him. Although the mountain in the north of Shanju County was wide and continuous, it was not very high and was far less towering than the snow-capped mountains.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Cross the mountain and head to Dali!"

Upon hearing this, everyone moved forward together, braving the biting north wind, and flew up the mountain.

(End of this chapter)