The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 176 - 160: Body of a Magical Artifact, The Flesh-Bell Bodhisattva of Atoga

"For the Great Virtue Temple to come all this way and send only one Zombie God... are you implying my Life Crane Sect has no one to stand against you?"

Elder Life Crane looked down at Zen Master Qing Yin below, his face filled with disdain.

He Tou, meanwhile, watched like a predator from the side, sizing up Zen Master Qing Yin with the same strange smile.

"Amitabha!"

"Slaying Demon Fiends and protecting the peace of the world is the sworn duty of my Great Virtue Temple. Benefactor Life Crane, you were fortunate to escape last time. Do you truly have the nerve to face my Great Virtue Temple now?"

Qing Yin's words were just as sharp, showing no weakness.

Even though he now stood alone, he seemed to be filled with confidence.

"HAHAHAHA! Old man! He just brought up your embarrassing past. I know I couldn't let that slide!"

Hearing Qing Yin's words, He Tou couldn't help but burst out laughing.

However, Elder Life Crane showed no sign of anger. On the contrary, he was perfectly calm, his expression unchanged.

"What a noble 'slaying of Demon Fiends.'"

Elder Life Crane gave a cold smile and glanced up at the giant Golden Bell floating above the Life Crane Sect.

The great Golden Bell was formed from countless interwoven golden arms.

He then glanced at Zen Master Qing Yin. Golden blood was still flowing continuously from his back, where a massive wound had yet to heal.

"Humans, gods, demons, fiends... all are living beings of this realm. It is not for the Great Virtue Temple to decide who is a Demon Fiend."

"If that's the case, then isn't the Buddha you worship also a demon?"

"Since you're so intent on slaying Demon Fiends, why not start by eliminating your own Demonic Thoughts? Heh!"

"HAHAHAHA! Old bald monk! Even I wouldn't be able to stand for that if I were you!"

He Tou, clearly enjoying stirring the pot, immediately laughed and said to Qing Yin.

"Benefactor, there's no need for sophistry. Justice resides in the hearts of the people. My Great Virtue Temple is here today to slay a Demon Fiend, not to debate."

Qing Yin, likewise, showed no sign of resentment at Elder Life Crane's words.

"If that's the case, then let's see what you're capable of."

Elder Life Crane snorted coldly.

Without any visible movement from him, a tremendous rumbling once again came from beneath the Life Crane Sect. It was clearly the fourth disciple, who was holding up the sect, making a move.

Seeing that the old man and the man from the Great Virtue Temple were about to fight, Yang An, on the other side, no longer hesitated. He transformed into a black shadow and shot straight into the Heavenly Respect Pavilion.

'If I'm even a second too late, I'll be caught in the crossfire. I have no intention of dying a pointless death in the aftershock of their battle.'

But just two breaths after Yang An ducked into the Heavenly Respect Pavilion, several more figures rushed in.

Second Senior Brother Fu Ming, Fifth Senior Brother Ji Bu, and Sixth Senior Brother Jin Tong, who was now out of his coffin.

It seemed these guys weren't fools, unlike those two madmen, Wild Forbidden and You Hong'Er, who were still being suppressed by Qing Yin, their bodies trapped in a cycle of collapse.

'Them all coming in here does make me feel a bit safer, though. It seems the Heavenly Respect Pavilion really is the safest place in the entire Life Crane Sect.'

But he still didn't see any sign of Wen Yin or Zhou Quan. He had no idea where those two had gone.

After entering the Heavenly Respect Pavilion one after another, no one spoke. They all turned to look outside.

Elder Life Crane and Qing Yin of the Great Virtue Temple had failed to see eye to eye. A great battle was now inevitable.

The Life Crane Sect was shaking violently, its position dropping from mid-air until it stopped right in front of the giant.

For the giant holding up the Life Crane Sect, this was as simple as moving it from above his head to in front of him, as if he weren't holding an entire sect, but merely a platter.

His body was as immense as a mountain range, blotting out the sun. Rippling muscles outlined immense power, and his flesh was fused with countless rocks, making him look like a god from antiquity.

The next moment, a gigantic hand descended from above. Its mere movement stirred up a gale as it reached for Qing Yin, who was standing inside the Life Crane Sect.

For a moment, it was as if the sky had suddenly gone dark.

The giant hand smashed through the barrier of Sanskrit and quickly arrived above Qing Yin's head.

The gale whipped Qing Yin's robes about, his Kasaya flapping loudly.

But Qing Yin looked up at the massive hand with an unchanging expression. He didn't even try to dodge, simply rotating the Buddhist Beads in his hand.

"Amitabha!"

With the chant, a sky full of golden Sanskrit instantly appeared above Qing Yin's head, forming what looked like a solid wall.

The giant palm collided with the countless Sanskrit characters, creating a deafening ROAR. But the wall of characters held firm, stopping the palm completely. It didn't touch a hair on Qing Yin's head.

Even the powerful shockwave from the impact seemed to be completely absorbed by the Sanskrit.

"A body of a Magical Artifact... a heretical path!"

At Qing Yin's words, the sky full of Sanskrit characters swarmed onto the giant palm. They transformed into countless golden, insect-like creatures and all bored into the giant's flesh.

In a mere instant, a massive number of Sanskrit characters burrowed into the giant hand. Less than two breaths later, the hand began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First, large chunks of dirt and gravel fell from the flesh. Then the flesh itself rapidly turned golden, dissolving into golden pus in a massive area of decay.

This color, which should have seemed sacred, instead emitted a pungent, foul stench that instantly filled the entire Life Crane Sect.

The pus fell like countless raindrops in a downpour.

But just as it was about to land on Elder Life Crane and Qing Yin, an invisible force seemed to repel it, and neither was touched by a single drop.

The giant holding up the Life Crane Sect let out a howl. He could feel the pain from his body but was powerless to stop the rapid decay. For a moment, the entire Life Crane Sect trembled violently.

Hiding in the Heavenly Respect Pavilion and witnessing this firsthand, Yang An was deeply shaken, but he also seemed to have guessed something.

'That old Monk mentioned a body of a Magical Artifact... could he be referring to Fourth Senior Brother?'

'Fourth Senior Brother isn't a creature of flesh and blood, but a Magical Artifact?!'

'Now that he's been hit by the old Monk's attack, his body is starting to rot. It doesn't look like he has an Undying Body at all.'

'Even all of Fourth Senior Brother's previous attacks were just pure physical strength. I didn't sense the slightest fluctuation of a Technique or Mana from him.'

'It looks like Fourth Senior Brother is no match for this old Monk. The old man will have to step in.'

As he thought this, Yang An glanced sideways at the others in the Heavenly Respect Pavilion.

They were all focused on the battle outside, showing no unusual behavior.

But a sense of caution still rose in Yang An's heart. Not wanting to be too close to them, he subconsciously shuffled a little farther away.

Inside the Life Crane Sect, the giant holding it up began to go berserk. Countless chains of flesh connected to enormous Stone Steles, all hurtling toward Qing Yin with tremendous momentum.

But at this moment, the giant Golden Bell that had been floating above the Life Crane Sect suddenly let out a toll that echoed through heaven and earth.

Instantly, the sound thundered out. Countless golden Sanskrit characters appeared all over the giant's body, covering every inch of his skin, dense and tight, as if they were controlling him. All his movements stopped in an instant.

The countless Stone Steles attached to chains of flesh all froze in mid-air, unable to fall another inch.

The giant seemed to be paralyzed, unable to make another sound.

Qing Yin had effortlessly paralyzed the mountain-like giant, his expression not showing the slightest ripple. Only then did he turn his gaze to Elder Life Crane, who was still hovering in mid-air.

The next second, without a change in expression, the sky full of Sanskrit characters turned into what looked like a field of stars, then streaked toward Elder Life Crane like a shower of golden meteors.

Elder Life Crane also made no move, but He Tou on his shoulder let out a cold smile.

Suddenly, a sharp crane's cry erupted from He Tou's mouth, a sound so piercing it could shatter eardrums, transforming into a sky-shaking sonic wave.

Before the Sanskrit characters could even get within a hundred yards of Elder Life Crane, they shattered one by one, dissipating into countless points of light.

For a moment, it was as if a sky full of fireworks had exploded above the Life Crane Sect, creating a strangely beautiful sight.

"If you don't use your real power, you're going to die, you know!"

"Of course, even if you do, you're still going to die! HAHAHA!"

He Tou laughed wildly, clearly not taking Qing Yin seriously at all.

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Qing Yin immediately pressed his palms together, and a string of abstruse Sanskrit chanting came from his mouth.

Suddenly, the Stone Steles that had suppressed the other Monks of the Great Virtue Temple deep underground began to tremble violently.

Within a single breath, endless blood and flesh surged up from beneath the ground, all flowing toward the giant Golden Bell above. It quickly merged into the bell, becoming one with it.

The giant Golden Bell, originally formed from countless interwoven golden arms, now saw its layers of arms begin to fan out slowly. In an instant, its color changed dramatically from gold to red.

And at that moment, Qing Yin's physical body also rapidly dissolved into countless Sanskrit characters, flying into the sky in the blink of an eye to merge with the bell of flesh and blood.

The Golden Bell suddenly plummeted!

In that instant, a burst of golden and red light erupted from the bell, and the entire Life Crane Sect lurched downwards.

The light vanished in a flash, but when it dissipated, a Flesh and Blood Dharma Body several dozen yards tall had already taken form. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

It was a giant, fleshy Bodhisattva seated on a Lotus Platform, its face compassionate, its eyes slightly closed!

Most of the countless golden arms had retracted into the body of the fleshy Bodhisattva. In their place, every inch of its body was now covered in golden scales, like those of a fish.

The remaining golden arms, however, had woven themselves into a giant golden wheel behind the Bodhisattva, which began to turn slowly.

As the golden wheel turned, every single scale on the Bodhisattva's body rose and fell as if it were breathing.

"Atoga-she, the Flesh-Bell Bodhisattva of Atoga!"

"Atoga-nan! Form of a fiend, wisdom of the Buddhas! *Zhu li seng jiang hong zhu tuo pi mo pi li seng bo sa mo fu zhou yuan xiu zhong duo...*"

An abstruse Sanskrit chant arose from nothing. The sound, like thunder, echoed in everyone's ears, a demonic incantation boring into their minds.

The wondrous, harmonious sound was like a peal of thunder.

Merely seeing the giant, fleshy Bodhisattva and hearing this Sanskrit chant...

...an inexplicable killing intent suddenly rose in Yang An's heart from within the Heavenly Respect Pavilion. He found it completely impossible to suppress as he suddenly looked toward the others in the pavilion with him.

'I want to kill them!'

'I want to kill them!!'