A vast oppressive force exploded in the void.
The massive Buddha palm collided with Shadow Tyrant, and at once Buddha light spread everywhere, golden radiance shining far outside the pavilion.
Xu Zimo circulated the force within his body, and with the surge of the War God’s Nine Transformations, his strength burst forth.
Like a surging tide, wave after wave rose, each one higher than the last.
The golden Buddha palm began to fracture inch by inch, the Buddha statue instantly dimming.
“I’ll help you,” the Half-Moon Saint called out from the side.
A moon wheel spun around him, and in the faint moonlight, a graceful figure seemed to be dancing.
In the hazy moonlight, the figure’s dance steps grew faster and faster, eventually turning into a killing aura.
All of it surged toward Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly, his figure crossing the void in a flash, dodging the attack.
“Myriad Buddhas Worship,” Universal True Immortal shouted loudly from nearby.
Behind him his true fate manifested, it was a string of Buddhist relic beads.
As the relics radiated intense Buddha light and embedded themselves into the brow of the great Buddha, the surrounding scene began to change.
The abode of Samanta-Bhadra, surrounded by ten thousand Buddhas. Countless phantoms of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas appeared around them.
All of them assumed the same posture, facing Xu Zimo.
Like pilgrims, they bowed low in reverence.
For Buddhas, beings of such level, to kneel before a mere human, how could anyone bear that?
This was not only pressure, but also a suppression of one’s fate itself.
Merciful Voyage Sacred Ground lay in the northern reaches of the Overlord Region.
Whether it was Master Merciful Voyage or Universal True Immortal, both had once forged statues of themselves.
Placed in temples for the world to worship, gathering the incense of mortals.
That was their fortune. Fortune was elusive, formless, invisible, yet it existed mysteriously in the unseen.
Now ten thousand Buddhas were bowing toward Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo only felt as though the power of all living beings was crushing down on him.
Trying to force him to kneel as well. His blood boiled, his veins on the verge of bursting apart.
“Moon Shadow Massacre,” the Half-Moon Saint’s voice sounded at the same time.
His eyes twisted, his expression nearly feral.
“Die!”
Yet in sharp contrast to his hideousness was the hazy moonlit figure.
Like a graceful lady, her pale delicate feet stepped forward slowly, as if dancing a mournful elegy.
A dance that moved the mountains and shattered the sky, condensing endless killing intent.
The moment the Ten Thousand Buddhas’ Worship suppressed Xu Zimo, a dark moon covered in frost struck forth.
“Phantom Moon Over Heaven.”
That dark moon carried Dao rhythm, as if the hazy figure was singing, murmuring softly, embodying an invincible path of return.
“Ten Forms of Demon, Fourth Form: Celestial Demon, Trial of Heaven.”
This trial meant defying the laws, shattering worlds, destroying all beings, only then could one be immortal.
This strike carried the sharpness to break the world itself.
At the tip of Shadow Tyrant’s blade, demonic energy pulsed. It did not flood outward, but condensed to a single point.
Within this blade’s shadow reflected a vast demonic abyss.
One strike fell, the dark moon shattered, the ten thousand Buddhas lost their light.
Heaven and earth shook, the mighty clouds and winds were consumed by demonic energy.
Xu Zimo stepped forward, the tip of his blade dancing like death’s own waltz.
Thunder roared, lightning split, one slash cut toward both of them.
“We can’t block it!” Universal True Immortal cried.
The Buddha statues around him shifted once more, his full strength unleashed.
“Myriad Buddhas Nirvana!”
The faded Buddhas all revived, as though reborn in Nirvana.
They chanted the Nine-Word Mantra, “Namo Amitābha,” illuminating the heavens. Against the black demonic aura, golden Buddha light emerged, wrapping golden characters that floated in the void.
At the same time, the Half-Moon Saint held nothing back either.
“Moon Qilin: Absolute Zero.”
As he spoke, his entire body froze in ice.
Above his head, the dark moon visibly crystallized with thick layers of ice.
Waves of cold spread outward.
They froze the void, froze all things, even the air itself seemed bound.
The chill and the Buddha chants formed two extremes.
Both crashed down upon Xu Zimo.
“Not enough to reach the apex,” Xu Zimo chuckled.
Though cracks on Shadow Tyrant grew more visible, its blade intent grew even heavier.
Boundless blade intent surged like a sea of hell, rising skyward.
The Three Gates opened fully, blade intent tore through the heavens, roared across the stars, crashing down in boundless might.
The War God’s Nine Transformations, the Three-Gates, the Heaven-Shattering God-Scripture, and the Sixteen Forms of Dao-Seeking, all erupted at once in this moment.
Not only did the heavens collapse, it seemed even the firmament itself was about to be destroyed.
Above Heavenly Dao City, even the skies of the Overlord Region cracked open in places.
The scope and scale of the devastation were rarely seen in history.
As the slash fell, Shadow Tyrant finally could not withstand the force and shattered into countless fragments.
But the strike still fell.
The icy dark moon and the Buddha chants were obliterated in an instant.
The sky itself exploded completely.
Inside the pavilion, Pure Water watched with a pounding heart.
“So this is his strength,” she muttered.
Her mind could not fathom it.
It was not that she had never seen such power, her master, the woman in white, wielded even greater strength.
But her master was a half-step Nirvana Void existence.
And Xu Zimo, he was only in the God Meridian realm.
For such strength to erupt from one of his level was incomprehensible, unimaginable.
If he were to enter the Immortal Path one day, how dazzling would he be?
Or even if he never did, among his peers, who could compete with him?
At this moment, Pure Water even felt a trace of sorrow.
For herself, and for the younger generation of this era.
Who among those chosen by Heaven’s Will did not wish to carry it, to rule the world?
But to live in the same era as someone like him, that was tragedy.
The explosion’s aftermath destroyed everything around.
All buildings, flowers, trees, vanished into smoke and dust.
The earth quaked, the sky tore apart.
Only the Treasure Tower stood unharmed.
For it was not physical, but condensed from spiritforce.
As long as the Treasure Tower’s Particle World endured, the tower would not be destroyed.
When the dust settled, a breeze swept through. Xu Zimo stood on cracked earth, calm-faced, bending to pick up Shadow Tyrant’s broken fragments.
On the other side, Universal True Immortal and the Half-Moon Saint lay in disarray, their hair loose and ragged, battered and miserable.
“This is impossible, absolutely impossible,” the Half-Moon Saint muttered in madness. “How could a mere God Meridian realm be our opponent?”
Meanwhile, the battle between the woman in white and Ancestor White Tiger still raged on.