Chapter 491: Chapter 430: The God of Fragrant Yin, Randeng Buddha
"What do you think of forming an alliance between our two sects?"
Suddenly, Taihua Heavenly Master spoke up.
Coming here this time was not just to exchange Taoist Skills, but more so to seek an alliance with the Donghua Taoist Sect.
After all, the Yuzhen Sect borders the Donghua Taoist Sect, and with its coastal location, it is constantly vulnerable to attacks from sea-dwelling demons.
Initially, the plan was to ally with the Yuanfu Alliance, but after witnessing the actions of the Yuanfu Heavenly Master, it became clear that he was unreliable and overly greedy.
This realization made Taihua recognize his untrustworthiness. In contrast, the Donghua Taoist Sect, with its sense of loyalty and honor, was far more appealing.
The Yuzhen Sect is essentially a sect that seeks harmony with the world. Years ago, when Lang Xiao Taoist debated with Song Lin, he brought back numerous advanced ideas for alchemy. The flawed and casualty-laden wilderness refining methods from the past had since almost disappeared.
Hence, Taihua Heavenly Master had a favorable impression of Song Lin.
"Rest assured, I have familiarized myself with the Donghua Rules. The current Yuzhen Sect holds no ideological conflicts with your sect. I believe we have a strong foundation for cooperation."
Actually, the Yuzhen Sect had collaborated with the Donghua Taoist Sect long ago. During the Donghua Alliance meeting, the Yuzhen Sect had ordered many refined pills, and Donghua had also imported a significant amount of materials.
Indeed, even sects specializing in alchemy need pills.
"An alliance is certainly feasible. How does the fellow Taoist propose we form it?"
Song Lin voiced no objections, as collaborating with other Taoist sects was a reasonable way to alleviate defensive pressures.
Although the demons from the west couldn’t launch an attack anytime soon, this didn’t mean the eastern front wouldn’t attempt to exploit any vulnerabilities.
"The Yuzhen Sect possesses a ten-thousand-year-old Pill Dragon, born of Earth Fire. Our sect’s cultivators dispose of waste pills by casting them into Earth Fire for destruction. This Pill Dragon has absorbed a millennium’s worth of Pill Poison, forging a body of Pill Poison True Fire. I have since subdued this dragon as a mount. It has the cultivation level equivalent to a Primordial Spirit. I will dispatch the Pill Dragon alongside three cultivators who have crossed tribulations, six at the Purple Mansion level, and several others."
"From my side, I will deploy two Ghost Kings, one tribulation-crossing cultivator, and two at the Purple Mansion level..."
The Donghua Taoist Sect had few cultivators in the tribulation-crossing realm, thus adding one Primordial Spirit for support.
Song Lin planned to have the Erlang God lead the team, together with Guu Yuchan and Yan Jiuge from the outer sects.
Those two youngsters had been idle for too long—it was time for them to stretch their muscles.
Soon, both parties reached an agreement, forming a thousand-man elite mobile squad boasting the combat power of three Primordial Spirits.
The costs would be split evenly between both sects.
This team would conduct round-the-clock patrols and maintain unimpeded access between the two sects’ territories, enjoying the highest level of travel authorization.
Once this alliance was established, the burden on both sides considerably lightened.
Under normal operations, routine patrolling without interfering in sect activities was something achievable only through the cooperation of both Taoist sects.
Meanwhile, the framework of the Divine Dao Earth Spirits was nearly complete, making the Donghua Taoist Sect as impenetrable as an iron fortress, where even a fly entering from the outside would have its identity discerned.
Returning to the story’s world—
The world had descended into war once more.
Emperor Shenwu, Chiyou, mobilized a million troops to attack the Queen Mother of the West’s country, while the Buddhist Sect’s Ten Thousand Buddha Soldiers entered through the Western Continent as reinforcements for the Dali Dynasty.
The Eight Lords of Qi Land had been reduced to just the Three Masters of the Heaven and Earth Soldiers.
The Heavenly Lord, named Tianqi, was of Abyss Water origin; the Earth Lord, named Liang Fu, was of Taishan origin.
Both masters possessed unparalleled cultivation, towering over the world.
The Dao of Water and the Dao of Earth—
Rising as clouds, descending as water,
Both controlled the Dao within the Small Thousand World.
The moment Chiyou initiated the war, white clouds loomed unbroken across the skies of the Queen Mother of the West’s territory. Nationwide floods and earthquakes erupted, ground rose, cities collapsed, and in an instant, the nation transformed into mountain ranges.
The City Gods and Earth Deities of the Queen Mother of the West’s territory lost all Mana, while tens of millions of lives were utterly extinguished.
The cloud qi in the sky rendered all wind, thunder, flames, and Four Seasons Divine Skills ineffective.
The Heaven and Earth Two Lords struck together, without even showing themselves, effortlessly annihilating a nation using the powers of the Small Thousand Great Dao.
The Buddha Soldiers were even more abhorrent. Their enlightenment golden light, sweeping everything in its wake, caused the populace to go mad with devotion to the Buddhist Sect. Their indiscriminate energy conversion struck the people of the Queen Mother of the West indiscriminately.
The Queen Mother of the West’s forces suffered defeat after defeat, their previous gains all reversed.
Even Song Lin’s personal intervention on the battlefield proved futile, as he was blocked by the Three Masters, leaving him to fight alone in frustration.
RUMBLE!
High above the skies, Song Lin was in a spell duel against a horned fiend.
In his left hand, he held the Nine Elders Immortal Capital Seal; in his right, the Emperor Sword.
The twenty-four talismans manifested various Primordial Spirits and Spells, all besieging Chiyou before him.
Chiyou, bare-fisted, radiated a bronze sheen across his skin.
Facing the onslaught of Spells and Primordial Spirits from all directions, Chiyou sneered disdainfully.
"Is that all?"
BANG!
An immense surge of blood and killing intent formed violet tornadoes, teeming with God’s Weapons like swords, spears, halberds, bows, axes, and more.
The tornadoes connected the heavens and the earth, shredding everything in their path.
Weapons continuously flew out from nearby cultivators’ hands to attack Song Lin.
As the master of the Military Dao, all weapons in existence were Chiyou’s inventions, granting him control over all Magic Treasures and weapons. Even those he couldn’t control, he could render ineffective.
In a confrontation with him, Song Lin was at a notable disadvantage, constantly needing to guard against the Ice Soul Xuan Qi, Nine Nether Yin Qi, Taiyin Pure Qi from the heavens, as well as the Earthborne Earth God Thunder and Armor Earth Fire.
It finally became clear to Song Lin—
Chiyou was the mastermind behind the Eight Gods of Qi Land.
This foe was overwhelmingly strong.
He had to remain vigilant, even against his own Magic Treasures during their confrontation.
BANG!
Song Lin moved up close, decisively stowing away his Magic Treasures to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Chiyou.
"Heh! How foolish!"
Chiyou sneered viciously, his eyes emanating purple lightning.
His entire body surged with destructive purple electric currents, comparable to Heavenly Tribulation Thunder.
BANG!
Chiyou also extended a fist, meeting Song Lin’s head-on.
The purple electric currents carried devastating destruction—
At the moment their fists connected, Chiyou’s expression changed.
Such a powerful physique!
Song Lin had a similar realization. The force of this man’s punch carried an aura of annihilation, striking terror into the heart.
BANG!
The outcome—Song Lin’s arm shattered, while Chiyou turned to ashes, only to resurrect anew moments later.
The battle continued, with each party taking turns obliterating the other’s physical form and recovering moments later.
Spells and Magic Treasures proved largely ineffective for either side.
"Great Chiyou, this one shall assist you!"
Suddenly, a Buddhist chant resounded, accompanied by a rich, potent fragrance.
The Flying Heaven Xiangyin God, with a body of divine beauty and an ethereal golden form, arrived.
As one of the subordinate deities to the Four Heavenly Kings, this Xiangyin God was forged from incense flames and the collective will of the Buddhist Sect’s faithful, rendering it immortal.
The instant this Arhat appeared, an overwhelming force of enlightenment pressed down.
Song Lin felt as if he were lost within an all-consuming flood, swayed amid the surging worldly tides.
"Hahaha, such an indestructible Golden Body belongs to the Buddhist Sect! Impudent mortal, why not quickly submit to the Tathagata?"
The Xiangyin God’s voice, akin to a nightmarish hymn, pierced directly into Song Lin’s soul. In Buddhist terms, this was called a striking blow of awakening.
"Damn it!"
Song Lin’s consciousness grew faint and murky.
Time proved insufficient. The opposition was no fool; after losing five Divine Lords consecutively, they afforded no opportunity for respite.
Song Lin hadn’t even fully refined the Golden Flower into the Cloud Seal Divine Ability.
It was too late.
The mystery of the Golden Flower far exceeded his expectations.
In the depths of his altered perception, Song Lin seemed on the verge of transforming into a Buddhist Arhat, becoming the final straw that would destroy the Queen Mother of the West’s Divine Country.
At this moment, the Queen Mother of the West had yet to recover fully.
"Thus have I heard, thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha resided in Shewei Country, in the Garden of the Lonely..."
Countless Buddhist monks chanted endlessly in his ears.
Lost in a haze, the Golden Flower on Song Lin’s Spirit Platform stirred; his Primordial Spirit emerged from his body, and his Dharma Eye observed the ten thousand Buddhas.
As the light of past shadows fell heavily, Song Lin beheld Randeng Buddha standing atop the Jin Bifeng!