noveltune Chapter 54 The Heavenly Emperor Takes Action, Moke's Fear!
Chapter 54 The Heavenly Emperor Takes Action, Moke's Fear!
"Buzz—!!!"
The golden body of the Buddha burst forth with golden light ten times brighter than before, and its already hundred-foot-tall body expanded once more, resembling a towering golden god.
It slowly raised its enormous golden Buddha palm, as large as a mountain. In the palm, countless fine swastika symbols moved and converged like living things, condensing into a huge golden halo radiating an aura of destruction and purification—the Vajra Subduing Demon Wheel.
The light wheel slowly rotated, and with each rotation, large sections of the surrounding space collapsed and annihilated, turning into the most primordial chaos.
The terrifying pressure caused the array below the Myriad Dragon Nest to creak under the strain, and its light dimmed rapidly.
Long Li let out a muffled groan as the golden body clone of the Buddha Kingdom seized an opening. A condensed Buddhist light slammed into her protective dragon aura, causing her delicate body to tremble violently. She spat out another mouthful of blood, and her aura grew increasingly weak.
"Li'er!" Several angry dragon roars echoed from within the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. Several powerful old dragons tried to rush out of the formation to rescue her, but were blocked by the denser Buddhist light and formation on the outside, and could only watch helplessly.
"Hahahaha! Die! You vixen! I'll use you as a sacrifice for the flag!"
Seeing this, the ancient Buddha Mokha revealed a ferocious and gleeful smile. He manipulated the golden body of the Buddha Kingdom, and the Vajra Subduing Demon Wheel, which contained the power to destroy the world, ignored the crumbling formation of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. Instead, it turned around and, with a terrifying power to purify everything and suppress all demons, fiercely suppressed Long Li, who was already injured and entangled by the golden body's clone.
Before the light wheel even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already completely locked and solidified the space around Long Li.
She felt as if she were a flying insect trapped in amber, finding it incredibly difficult even to move her fingers. Her purple eyes reflected the approaching golden halo that seemed to represent death and the end, and for the first time, she showed a look of despair.
She knew she couldn't withstand this attack.
Even at his peak, he might not be able to completely withstand it, let alone now that he is injured and entangled by his clones.
Could it be... that I am truly destined to perish here today? To die at the hands of this mad old bald monk?
She is not reconciled.
She hasn't...she hasn't met that person yet...
At that critical moment, when the eyes of everyone in the Myriad Dragon Nest were bloodshot, when the ancient Buddha Mokha's face broke into a sinister grin, and when despair filled Long Li's purple eyes—
An unexpected change occurred.
There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling burst of light.
There was no warning whatsoever.
Just before the Vajra Subduing Demon Wheel was about to touch the hair on Long Li's head.
Just when the ancient Buddha Mokha and all the Buddhist monks, including the imposing golden Buddha statue, thought victory was assured and were most relaxed, the moment came.
A series of faint, almost negligible sounds, like bubbles bursting, rang out simultaneously and densely.
The source of the sound was the twelve Buddhist saints forming an array around the golden statue of the Buddha, the more than thirty powerful kings, and the more than one hundred elite Buddhist cultivators with a fierce aura.
Their movements froze simultaneously.
The expressions on their faces—whether solemn, grim, or fanatical—froze simultaneously.
Then, like dominoes being toppled, or like wheat being harvested by an invisible sickle.
Twelve saints, more than thirty kings, more than one hundred elite Buddhist cultivators... all of their bodies, at the same time, silently transformed into the finest dust particles, shimmering with a faint golden light.
There was no blood, no screams, no severed limbs.
It vanished into thin air, just like that, cleanly and decisively.
It was as if they had never existed.
Along with their monks' robes, ritual implements, and even the Buddhist power and spiritual imprints they exuded... all traces of their existence were completely erased with that slight "poof" sound, leaving not a trace.
The Vajra Subduing Demon Formation, composed of at least a hundred experts from the Sendai Secret Realm, and capable of contending with or even suppressing ordinary Quasi-Emperors, along with all those who set up the formation, evaporated in less than a tenth of a breath.
The source that supported the golden statue of Buddha and provided the immense power of Buddha and faith vanished in an instant.
The towering golden Buddha statue, which was about to suppress Long Li, suddenly froze. The brilliant golden light around it flickered violently like a light bulb that had lost power, and its body began to expand and contract erratically, as if it might collapse at any moment.
"Wow--!!!"
Seated atop the golden statue, the ancient Buddha Mokha, lost in thoughts of revenge and future ambitions, was struck as if by a massive hammer blow to his chest and his very core spirit.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark golden blood mixed with fragments of internal organs and primordial Buddhist power. His aura plummeted like an avalanche, instantly falling from the peak of Quasi-Emperor, becoming weak and listless, his face as pale as paper, his eyes unfocused, filled with boundless bewilderment, disbelief, and deep-seated fear.
What happened? Where are his disciples? Where are his Arhats? Where are his ascetic monks and hermits?
Those hundreds of Buddhist elites, including many of his trusted confidants who had followed him for hundreds or even thousands of years, how... how could they all be gone?
Those hundreds of Buddhist elites, including many of his trusted confidants who had followed him for hundreds or even thousands of years, how... how could they all be gone?
What happened to the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation" that was just operating and providing him with endless power?
How could the golden Buddha statue, which he relied on to act with impunity and regarded as his greatest asset, suddenly go out of control and turn against him?
"This...this...what is this?" Mokha Buddha stiffly and slowly turned his neck, which seemed to be rusted. The muscles on his gaunt face were contorted, and his lips trembled, uttering broken and incoherent syllables.
He stared blankly at the empty sky around him, then looked down at his trembling, blood-stained hands. Finally, his unfocused, fearful gaze, as if drawn by an invisible hand, drifted in a certain direction—
At the edge of the battlefield, two more people appeared silently without anyone noticing.
A young man dressed in black casual clothes, with a calm expression, stood with his hands behind his back.
A girl dressed in strange clothes, holding a small cube, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her face filled with shock.
The young man didn't even look at him. His gaze calmly swept over the golden Buddha statue, whose light flickered and was about to dissipate, and landed on Long Li below, who was somewhat stunned by the sudden relief of the pressure and her narrow escape from death. He nodded slightly.
Then, as if he had just noticed the presence of Moksha Buddha, he slowly raised his eyes.
Calm, composed, without any emotional fluctuations.
But in the perception of the ancient Buddha Mokha, those eyes seemed to transform into a bottomless abyss that devoured everything, and into an ancient divine mountain that suppressed all the heavens.
Just by being swept by that gaze, he felt his primordial spirit about to be frozen and torn apart, and the Buddhist and Taoist foundation he had cultivated for thousands of years was wailing and collapsing.
An absurd thought, yet one that sent shivers down his spine, uncontrollably surged into his mind:
All that just now... that silently and effortlessly annihilated hundreds of his core disciples, severely damaged the Buddha Kingdom's golden body, and caused him a fatal backlash... could it be... that this man... was merely a... thought?
No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if it were Amitabha Buddha, it would be impossible for him to achieve this so easily and casually, let alone be unable to sense even the slightest energy fluctuation or Dao principle ripple.
What happened to the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation" that was just operating and providing him with endless power?
How could the golden Buddha statue, which he relied on to act with impunity and regarded as his greatest asset, suddenly go out of control and turn against him?
"This...this...what is this?" Mokha Buddha stiffly and slowly turned his neck, which seemed to be rusted. The muscles on his gaunt face were contorted, and his lips trembled, uttering broken and incoherent syllables.
He stared blankly at the empty sky around him, then looked down at his trembling, blood-stained hands. Finally, his unfocused, fearful gaze, as if drawn by an invisible hand, drifted in a certain direction—
At the edge of the battlefield, two more people appeared silently without anyone noticing.
A young man dressed in black casual clothes, with a calm expression, stood with his hands behind his back.
A girl dressed in strange clothes, holding a small cube, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her face filled with shock.
The young man didn't even look at him. His gaze calmly swept over the golden Buddha statue, whose light flickered and was about to dissipate, and landed on Long Li below, who was somewhat stunned by the sudden relief of the pressure and her narrow escape from death. He nodded slightly.
Then, as if he had just noticed the presence of Moksha Buddha, he slowly raised his eyes.
Calm, composed, without any emotional fluctuations.
But in the perception of the ancient Buddha Mokha, those eyes seemed to transform into a bottomless abyss that devoured everything, and into an ancient divine mountain that suppressed all the heavens.
Just by being swept by that gaze, he felt his primordial spirit about to be frozen and torn apart, and the Buddhist and Taoist foundation he had cultivated for thousands of years was wailing and collapsing.
An absurd thought, yet one that sent shivers down his spine, uncontrollably surged into his mind:
All that just now... that silently and effortlessly annihilated hundreds of his core disciples, severely damaged the Buddha Kingdom's golden body, and caused him a fatal backlash... could it be... that this man... was merely a... thought?
No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if it were Amitabha Buddha, it would be impossible for him to achieve this so easily and casually, let alone be unable to sense even the slightest energy fluctuation or Dao principle ripple.
What happened to the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation" that was just operating and providing him with endless power?
How could the golden Buddha statue, which he relied on to act with impunity and regarded as his greatest asset, suddenly go out of control and turn against him?
"This...this...what is this?" Mokha Buddha stiffly and slowly turned his neck, which seemed to be rusted. The muscles on his gaunt face were contorted, and his lips trembled, uttering broken and incoherent syllables.
He stared blankly at the empty sky around him, then looked down at his trembling, blood-stained hands. Finally, his unfocused, fearful gaze, as if drawn by an invisible hand, drifted in a certain direction—
At the edge of the battlefield, two more people appeared silently without anyone noticing.
A young man dressed in black casual clothes, with a calm expression, stood with his hands behind his back.
A girl dressed in strange clothes, holding a small cube, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her face filled with shock.
The young man didn't even look at him. His gaze calmly swept over the golden Buddha statue, whose light flickered and was about to dissipate, and landed on Long Li below, who was somewhat stunned by the sudden relief of the pressure and her narrow escape from death. He nodded slightly.
Then, as if he had just noticed the presence of Moksha Buddha, he slowly raised his eyes.
Calm, composed, without any emotional fluctuations.
But in the perception of the ancient Buddha Mokha, those eyes seemed to transform into a bottomless abyss that devoured everything, and into an ancient divine mountain that suppressed all the heavens.
Just by being swept by that gaze, he felt his primordial spirit about to be frozen and torn apart, and the Buddhist and Taoist foundation he had cultivated for thousands of years was wailing and collapsing.
An absurd thought, yet one that sent shivers down his spine, uncontrollably surged into his mind:
All that just now... that silently and effortlessly annihilated hundreds of his core disciples, severely damaged the Buddha Kingdom's golden body, and caused him a fatal backlash... could it be... that this man... was merely a... thought?
No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if it were Amitabha Buddha, it would be impossible for him to achieve this so easily and casually, let alone be unable to sense even the slightest energy fluctuation or Dao principle ripple.
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What happened to the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation" that was just operating and providing him with endless power?
How could the golden Buddha statue, which he relied on to act with impunity and regarded as his greatest asset, suddenly go out of control and turn against him?
"This...this...what is this?" Mokha Buddha stiffly and slowly turned his neck, which seemed to be rusted. The muscles on his gaunt face were contorted, and his lips trembled, uttering broken and incoherent syllables.
He stared blankly at the empty sky around him, then looked down at his trembling, blood-stained hands. Finally, his unfocused, fearful gaze, as if drawn by an invisible hand, drifted in a certain direction—
At the edge of the battlefield, two more people appeared silently without anyone noticing.
A young man dressed in black casual clothes, with a calm expression, stood with his hands behind his back.
A girl dressed in strange clothes, holding a small cube, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her face filled with shock.
The young man didn't even look at him. His gaze calmly swept over the golden Buddha statue, whose light flickered and was about to dissipate, and landed on Long Li below, who was somewhat stunned by the sudden relief of the pressure and her narrow escape from death. He nodded slightly.
Then, as if he had just noticed the presence of Moksha Buddha, he slowly raised his eyes.
Calm, composed, without any emotional fluctuations.
But in the perception of the ancient Buddha Mokha, those eyes seemed to transform into a bottomless abyss that devoured everything, and into an ancient divine mountain that suppressed all the heavens.
Just by being swept by that gaze, he felt his primordial spirit about to be frozen and torn apart, and the Buddhist and Taoist foundation he had cultivated for thousands of years was wailing and collapsing.
An absurd thought, yet one that sent shivers down his spine, uncontrollably surged into his mind:
All that just now... that silently and effortlessly annihilated hundreds of his core disciples, severely damaged the Buddha Kingdom's golden body, and caused him a fatal backlash... could it be... that this man... was merely a... thought?
No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if it were Amitabha Buddha, it would be impossible for him to achieve this so easily and casually, let alone be unable to sense even the slightest energy fluctuation or Dao principle ripple.
What happened to the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation" that was just operating and providing him with endless power?
How could the golden Buddha statue, which he relied on to act with impunity and regarded as his greatest asset, suddenly go out of control and turn against him?
"This...this...what is this?" Mokha Buddha stiffly and slowly turned his neck, which seemed to be rusted. The muscles on his gaunt face were contorted, and his lips trembled, uttering broken and incoherent syllables.
He stared blankly at the empty sky around him, then looked down at his trembling, blood-stained hands. Finally, his unfocused, fearful gaze, as if drawn by an invisible hand, drifted in a certain direction—
At the edge of the battlefield, two more people appeared silently without anyone noticing.
A young man dressed in black casual clothes, with a calm expression, stood with his hands behind his back.
A girl dressed in strange clothes, holding a small cube, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her face filled with shock.
The young man didn't even look at him. His gaze calmly swept over the golden Buddha statue, whose light flickered and was about to dissipate, and landed on Long Li below, who was somewhat stunned by the sudden relief of the pressure and her narrow escape from death. He nodded slightly.
Then, as if he had just noticed the presence of Moksha Buddha, he slowly raised his eyes.
Calm, composed, without any emotional fluctuations.
But in the perception of the ancient Buddha Mokha, those eyes seemed to transform into a bottomless abyss that devoured everything, and into an ancient divine mountain that suppressed all the heavens.
Just by being swept by that gaze, he felt his primordial spirit about to be frozen and torn apart, and the Buddhist and Taoist foundation he had cultivated for thousands of years was wailing and collapsing.
An absurd thought, yet one that sent shivers down his spine, uncontrollably surged into his mind:
All that just now... that silently and effortlessly annihilated hundreds of his core disciples, severely damaged the Buddha Kingdom's golden body, and caused him a fatal backlash... could it be... that this man... was merely a... thought?
No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if it were Amitabha Buddha, it would be impossible for him to achieve this so easily and casually, let alone be unable to sense even the slightest energy fluctuation or Dao principle ripple.
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What happened to the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation" that was just operating and providing him with endless power?
How could the golden Buddha statue, which he relied on to act with impunity and regarded as his greatest asset, suddenly go out of control and turn against him?
"This...this...what is this?" Mokha Buddha stiffly and slowly turned his neck, which seemed to be rusted. The muscles on his gaunt face were contorted, and his lips trembled, uttering broken and incoherent syllables.
He stared blankly at the empty sky around him, then looked down at his trembling, blood-stained hands. Finally, his unfocused, fearful gaze, as if drawn by an invisible hand, drifted in a certain direction—
At the edge of the battlefield, two more people appeared silently without anyone noticing.
A young man dressed in black casual clothes, with a calm expression, stood with his hands behind his back.
A girl dressed in strange clothes, holding a small cube, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her face filled with shock.
The young man didn't even look at him. His gaze calmly swept over the golden Buddha statue, whose light flickered and was about to dissipate, and landed on Long Li below, who was somewhat stunned by the sudden relief of the pressure and her narrow escape from death. He nodded slightly.
Then, as if he had just noticed the presence of Moksha Buddha, he slowly raised his eyes.
Calm, composed, without any emotional fluctuations.
But in the perception of the ancient Buddha Mokha, those eyes seemed to transform into a bottomless abyss that devoured everything, and into an ancient divine mountain that suppressed all the heavens.
Just by being swept by that gaze, he felt his primordial spirit about to be frozen and torn apart, and the Buddhist and Taoist foundation he had cultivated for thousands of years was wailing and collapsing.
An absurd thought, yet one that sent shivers down his spine, uncontrollably surged into his mind:
All that just now... that silently and effortlessly annihilated hundreds of his core disciples, severely damaged the Buddha Kingdom's golden body, and caused him a fatal backlash... could it be... that this man... was merely a... thought?
No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if it were Amitabha Buddha, it would be impossible for him to achieve this so easily and casually, let alone be unable to sense even the slightest energy fluctuation or Dao principle ripple.