With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 873 - 624: Apocalypse, Battle of the Dao, Saving the Heavens!

Chapter 873: Chapter 624: Apocalypse, Battle of the Dao, Saving the Heavens!

Boom——

The fierce wind howled, and the shockwave swept across ten thousand meters, with the scenery on both sides flashing by like lightning.

After the collision, Lu Ang’s figure was sent flying into the sky.

Yet in the next second, he raised the blade high above his head with both hands, unleashing the power to crush cities and break mountains, once again charging into the battle encircling the Celestial Demon’s general.

His existence lived among the Qi Blood Great Wall, and the strength of the Celestial King increased as well.

Facing a level seven top Great Demon, akin to a Great Saint, was no longer as overwhelming as it used to be!

At the same time.

The real battlefield lay high above the Qi Blood Great Wall.

This was originally the peak of Taihang.

Four Guardians and four Divine Monks wielded magic artifacts, forming a formation in the distance, with countless Immortals and Buddhas sitting before and behind them.

Pure light sprinkled across the firmament, an ancient Buddha sat on a lotus platform, a jade wand received heavenly light, and a golden bowl absorbed the long breath.

The Immortals and Buddhas lowered their eyes, solemn and dignified.

If the Incense Fire Divine Power were purely the fodder of the Celestial Demon, it would have long been severed.

When catastrophe befalls the human world, even the Immortals and Buddhas must crawl out of the murals to confront the enemy!

Amidst the watchful gaze of the countless Immortals and Buddhas, only six figures stood against the whispering mountains.

Six Saints hovering mid-air, a blazing sun, golden light, and three mountain-covering beasts, their killing intent breaking through the firmament.

In the distance, Zhang Jingshi stood in formation in the west.

He held the Broken Demon Heroic Sword upside down in his hand, his face flushed, his blood veins bulging, and his short thin mustache standing on end, filled with the fervor of battle, eager to rush forward with his sword.

At this moment, a gentle male voice suddenly sounded beside him:

"Jingshi, give me the sword."

Zhang Jingshi turned his head at the sound:

"Who?... Ancestor!"

It turned out his own ancestor had arrived!

Zhang Jingshi was shocked; he hadn’t seen Sanfeng Ancestor for half a century.

Upon seeing him today, his emotions surged uncontrollably.

Apart from Zhao Linyuan, his ancestor also stood at the pinnacle of the Seven Limits, gathering power to break through the eighth.

One wonders if the ancestor could now stand above the seventh limit...

There was a vast difference in the realm between the two; the ancestor was nearly at the path of Yin and Yang, merging the two into one.

Zhang Jingshi couldn’t see anything, feeling like gazing at a towering mountain.

He obediently handed over the sword, and the figure in front of him and the sword disappeared together.

Only the stormy howl reverberated in his ears and heart.

True Man Sanfeng, now the "Celestial Incline Great Saint," the first to unravel the mystery of Qi Blood and to break through the seventh limit, the strongest human on earth.

In Zhang Jingshi’s mind, his own ancestor was the true Celestial Incline Great Saint of the human world!

Cold air condensed frost, spreading across thin, contorted, roaring shadows.

Yet they all transformed into obedient little beasts, smoothly flowing around.

In Zhang Jingshi’s eyes, the figures of the countless Immortals and Buddhas, even the six Saints, grew ever dimmer until they vanished.

His vision was filled with intersecting black and white lines.

Only a human figure wielding a sword remained, facing the demonic mountain step by step.

Every step the ancestor took felt like a comet falling, echoing through the heavens and earth.

His body grew as tall as heaven and earth, and if not for something above, piercing the heavens would not be impossible.

In a daze, the figure moved slowly.

Shrinking Ground into Inches, suddenly appearing amid the battle.

Scattered airflow gathered above his head, black and white lines delineating majesty.

Gathering like a mountain, its power was like a god, resembling the dignified true martial, barefooted and riding a turtle.

The divine look shattered the void, turtle and snake generals coiling around the sword’s edge, the brilliance of the Big Dipper pouring into the sword’s spine.

Amidst the chaotic battle, Xu Daoxian formed a seal, the shadows of the four value commanders manifesting in the four directions, chanting the Demon Purging Incantation in unison.

"Slash!"

"Slash!"

"Slash!"

The six Saints roared, echoing through the skies, shaking the firmament to its core, spreading tens of thousands of miles, causing the entire human world to tremble.

Chen Tuan’s forehead, the golden pinnacle of the Ziwel Palace bell, rang nine times!

The surging shockwave swept through, washing the Daoist figures, and Divine Monk’s sight into a sea of black and white airflow.

Dark clouds dispersed, the blazing sun concealed, and the entire human world transformed into a domain of Yin and Yang, a True Martial Dojo!

The ancestor swung his sleeve, dividing heaven and earth into Yin and Yang.

With a swing of the sword, he slashed the demon!

In the next second, in the eyes of the Daoists, the world was shrouded by Yin and Yang colored lines, densely entwined, tightly wrapping six virtual heavens and earths.

Taut as if infinitely tightening.

The endless sound of "crack" shattering filled the ears, like grasping heaven and earth in one’s palm, squeezing tight.

The Daoist Rhyme’s long river!

Shattering the void!

Boom——!

The torrent inundated the demon figure in an instant, Buddhist Sect taking action!

Golden floated in the sky, ten thousand zhang of golden light soared three thousand zhang behind the demon figure from the void, an enormous Buddha phantom with a flesh bun on the head, a clockwise white hair between the eyebrows, and sapphire compassionate pupils looming in the sky above the demon figure.

Present Buddha!

Tathagata Shakyamuni!

The black and white airflow scattered, seeming to make room for the Buddha.

Abbot Xuanmou was suspended behind the Buddha, atop Ling Mountain.

He raised a palm before his chest, straight as a knife.

Turning the palm, pressing down!

Golden light penetrated the shadowy clouds, the high peaks of the Ling Mountain grew even clearer.

Sitting calmly atop the peak, Abbot Xuanmou seemed both divine and holy, as he pushed his right palm forward, his left arm swayed with five enormous fingers, towering like skyscrapers, long enough to grasp mountains and capture the moon.

Then the phantom flickered, the five fingers further multiplied into countless, thousands, tens of thousands of arms!

The palm at the end of each arm was upturned, holding a difficult-to-describe golden splendor.

Amidst the splendor, a divine form emerged.

Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas all resided within, some seated cross-legged with lowered eyes in contemplation, some wielding staffs on lotuses to quell demons, some holding prayer beads with palms joined chanting scriptures, representing all facets of the Buddha’s image.

Yet as Abbot Xuanmou’s right palm pressed down, the myriad Buddhist wills surged together, combining into a sky-supporting gigantic palm, the palm’s lines intricately clear, forming a radiant pattern woven with innumerable golden threads, the five fingers like magnified skyscrapers, the movement like grasping or fiercely pressing, combining compassion and ferocity.

This was the "Tathagata Divine Palm," the ultimate esoteric teaching.