Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 434: The Descent of Myth! The Means of an Immortal! A Battle at the Pinnacle!

Chapter 434: The Descent of Myth! The Means of an Immortal! A Battle at the Pinnacle!

Damn it! My third and fourth uncles must have set me up, they want me dead in this Mount Taoyuan's Blissful Land! With this level of difficulty, who the hell could possibly survive?!

That thought lodged in Zhang Wei’s mind and refused to leave. He could only curse, shifting all blame onto his scheming uncles.

Suddenly, a blinding golden radiance burst forth before him, so intense he couldn’t open his eyes.

When his vision cleared, he saw a giant, nearly six zhang tall, standing beside him. The figure’s entire body glowed with golden light, its face hidden from sight.

Zhang Wei’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Wait... th-that’s not... could it be Daoist Master Cao Cao?!”

He could hardly breathe in the presence of that suffocating, godlike aura. But the golden giant reached into the air and drew forth an ancient, long bow. At the instant the bow appeared, Zhang Wei finally saw the man’s face clearly.

“Holy crap, it is Daoist Master Cao Cao!!!”

Li Yanchu’s body rippled with explosive power. In his hands, the Wind Divine Bow bent into a perfect full moon, as a blazing, searing arrow formed upon the string.

His expression was cold, unyielding; his eyes gleamed like steel. He was the very image of an ancient human king standing against the forces of chaos.

Then...

BOOM!

The long arrow screamed through the air, striking the awakening severed hand with divine force. A blinding wave of energy erupted across the heavens, fire and light scattering like stars. The sight was so awe-inspiring that Zhang Wei could only stare while trembling.

The terrifying aura of the severed hand weakened noticeably.

Li Yanchu held the bowstring taut with one hand, muscles coiling like steel cables, and behind him, the phantom of a dragon rose as his qi and blood surged like an ocean.

BOOM!

Another arrow of light struck home. The monstrous hand’s ascent slowed, its resurrection stifled under the overwhelming power.

Heaven and earth quaked with the ensuing explosion, a detonation that drew the attention of countless cultivators across Mount Taoyuan’s Blissful Land.

“Is that... an immortal’s technique within the Blissful Land?!”

Hope surged among the watching cultivators. If an immortal had taken action, then perhaps even that ancient, forbidden existence could be destroyed. For the first time in what felt like ages, the world was filled with a spark of courage. After all, everyone had come here seeking immortal fate, longevity, divine techniques, and treasures, not to throw their lives away!

If that terrifying severed hand were to awaken completely, then the danger of this Mount Taoyuan expedition would skyrocket beyond all measure. That was the last thing anyone wanted to see.

Li Yanchu’s eyes gleamed like cold lightning; he was utterly fearless. To him, it was just a giant hand.

“So what if it’s strong? It’s not like it can flip the heavens over.”

Whether or not he could win was a matter of skill. But whether or not he fought, that was a matter of attitude. And his attitude was simple: Hit it first, talk later.

The Wind Divine Bow was immensely powerful, and it was a weapon said to have once belonged to the divine Fengbo himself. Its potential was astonishing, but normally, even a Mount Mao grandmaster like Hong Baiwei could only fire it a few times before exhausting his strength.

Yet for Li Yanchu, whose monstrous physique brimmed with raw, explosive power, the bow’s full potential could finally be unleashed.

He drew and fired again and again, with each motion faster than the eye could follow. Zhang Wei could barely even see his arm moving!

BOOM! BOOM!

It was as if heaven’s own thunderbolts were raining down, each explosion shaking the entire Mount Taoyuan's Blissful Land! Flames engulfed the sky, as though the heavens themselves had been blasted open.

The darkness overhead, which was thick and inky as spilled ink, was shattered and torn apart under the storm of arrows. Though the severed hand had not yet fully awakened, its mere presence was enough to crush the will of any cultivator below the third realm. Even a second-realm Yin Spirit cultivator would tremble helplessly before it. Any defensive treasure or spiritual shield would be smashed to dust in an instant.

Yet, at this very moment, that dreadful thing was being suppressed and pinned down under the relentless assault of the Wind Divine Bow. Arrow after arrow rained down like divine judgment, forcing the severed hand into a constant state of retreat.

Each arrow only held it back for a brief instant, but Li Yanchu’s arm moved so fast that those instants chained together seamlessly. By now, countless blazing arrows had already struck that monstrous limb.

“This... this is what they call a battle of the heavens!?”

A woman dressed in a palace robe, none other than Sudu, the Bare Body Sect’s Heavenly King, murmured in awe.

In this age where the Great Dao was broken and the world itself bound by shackles, even a Yang Spirit cultivator was as rare as a phoenix feather. As an old peak Yin Spirit cultivator herself, Sudu had never even glimpsed the true path toward forming the Yang Spirit.

But now, seeing such overwhelming might with her own eyes, her heart surged with shock and yearning.

“To hold back chaos as the world falls, to cut down evil as the heavens collapse, how magnificent!” Sudu’s eyes blazed. She had always walked the line between righteous and demonic, and even her justice bordered on cruelty.

Now, seeing this “Immortal” of Mount Taoyuan suppress an ancient taboo with divine might, she held her breath, filled with admiration and envy. If only she could wield such power herself!

This world-shaking battle had erupted without warning, but it instantly captured everyone’s attention. All eyes turned to that sky-shattering clash, watching to see if the “immortal” could truly subdue the ancient, forbidden hand, for their very survival depended on the outcome.

BOOM! BOOM!

The severed hand’s resurrection was being crushed, and its power was forced downward under the sheer ferocity of Li Yanchu’s assault.

But then, a deep, rumbling roar echoed from within the hand itself, filled with endless wrath and resentment.

And in the next instant, the monstrous hand tore free from the suppression of the Wind Divine Bow, descending with the force of a collapsing world. It then delivered a single, unstoppable strike that could obliterate the heavens and the earth!

Seeing this, Zhang Wei felt that he was done for. He believed that no one could possibly withstand that kind of attack.

“Come!” Li Yanchu’s voice boomed like thunder, his eyes blazing with battle fervor. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He withdrew the divine power of Heaven-Earth Titan Form, and directly poured his divine sense into the Fire Virtue Star Lord’s Command Talisman. With a thunderous roar, an ancient and sacred aura spread in all directions.

Everyone was startled, holding their breath. An ancient deity with three heads and six arms appeared, each hand holding a different divine weapon: the Heaven-Illuminating Seal, the Five-Dragon Wheel, the Ten Thousand Crows Jar, the Flying Smoke Sword, and the Cloudpiercer!

“This is... the Fire Virtue Star Lord!!!”

The mysterious young man, whose background was powerful and origins unknown, stared up at the sky in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“What in the world is happening? Isn’t this the Daoist Spiritual Master Xie’s Daoist domain? Why would the Dharma body of the Fire Virtue Star Lord appear here?”

Even if Daoist Spiritual Master Xie himself, the one who once wielded a peach blossom branch to behead the flood dragon, had appeared, the young man wouldn’t have found it strange. But now, an even more ancient god had manifested: the Fire Virtue Star Lord! Even though it was only a Dharma body projection, the sight left the young man utterly stunned.

“It’s getting more and more interesting.” His eyes grew bright with anticipation.

Could this be a chance to uncover the secret buried in the long river of time, the mystery behind the end of the age of myth itself?

The mysterious youth from Great Xiangguo Temple felt a sudden twitch between his brows; a golden halo emerged behind his head, which was an involuntary reaction triggered by instinct.

“The Fire Virtue Star Lord’s Dharma body?!?”

He frowned slightly.

“Could it be that another being of my kind has also entered this blessed cave realm??!”

The golden halo behind him radiated vast Buddhist majesty, making him appear like a living Arhat. He faced the sky without a trace of fear, his expression utterly calm.

After the Fire Virtue Star Lord’s Dharma body descended, the terrifying, ancient aura emanating from that severed hand was completely suppressed. There was always a higher mountain!