Legend of Swordsman - Chapter 5118
Chapter 5118: Battle of Breakout (3)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The battlefield suddenly changed, and the immeasurable great Buddha appeared in his Dharmakaya form, suppressing everything.
The strength of this towering Monk was unquestionably at the level of an Emperor, and not just any ordinary Emperor but one who could rival the existence of Zhen Wuyang.
The other Monks prostrated themselves before the towering giant Buddha; this presence was the supreme power of their Heaven-Reaching Buddhist Realm.
Even beneath the Bodhi Ancient Tree, this great being could easily rank in the top three, second only to the Heaven-Reaching Lord Buddha.
Qian He, and the trapped Gu Yuan, remained motionless at this moment.
If it were said that these Monks exerted themselves to the fullest and the radiance of the Buddha they emitted caused their strength to sharply decline, then the appearance of this towering Buddha directly froze them in the void, rendering them completely immobile.
This was still the case when the great Buddha had no intention of killing. If that presence were to deal with them, it would probably silence them within the Great Desolate Wilderness in an instant.
Far away at the core of the skeleton army, the green-armored giant slowly stood up, bearing immense pressure. His eyes were like bronze bells, and he held a mountain-splitting axe.
“Whoever it is, no one can stop the revival of my lord. The brilliance of the ancient times will once again shine upon the Great Si Region!”
Boom!
The skeleton army, unflinchingly fearless of death, charged towards Jian Wushuang and the others.
“How interesting!”
The towering giant Buddha had a benevolent expression, and with a slight movement of his finger, a short piece of wood flew directly towards Jian Wushuang. Regardless of how the skeleton army resisted, they could not stop it.
It wasn’t until the short piece of wood entered Jian Wushuang’s forehead that the towering giant Buddha withdrew his hand.
However, just as he withdrew his hand, a wave of fluctuations came from a distant desolate area and approached forcefully.
The dim void trembled for a moment, and the towering giant Buddha unexpectedly collapsed with a loud crash.
This scene sent a shiver down the spine of everyone except Jian Wushuang, who was deeply immersed in enlightenment.
This was a completely different power, a force that could invade their bodies at will.
Crack…
Just as everyone was exclaiming in surprise, the Buddha bell suddenly shattered.
Ancient Yuan, who had been trembling at the bottom of the Buddha bell, was stunned.
Then, a piercing sound echoed!
“The affairs of the Great Desolate Wilderness are none of your business!”
This voice came from beneath the skeleton and spread throughout the Great Desolate Wilderness, even to the pinnacle of the entire universe, causing it to tremble.
“How could this be?”
“How dare you!”
The Monk with the white beard, at this moment, had an expression of boundless fear in his eyes, while the other Monks were even more lifeless.
Because of the fortuitous acquisition of the Bodhi Heartwood, the white-bearded Monk could bring the Bodhi Heart Buddha of the
Heaven-Reaching Buddhist Realm down, but he never expected that the being beneath the skeleton could cause the Bodhi Heart Buddha’s manifestation to collapse.
The Bodhi Heart Buddha was a powerhouse who had long reached the Emperor’s cultivation realm, and he even controlled one of the 3,000 worlds, the Heart Demon Realm, for billions of years. Even the controller of the Great Si Region, Zhen Wuyang, could not break the Buddha’s manifestation in a short time.
Unless it was within Zhen Wuyang’s Dao Arena, where the power of the entire Dao Arena could be mobilized, one could achieve invincibility and effortlessly annihilate the manifestation of an equal-level existence.
“Could this be…?”
The fluctuation in the aura became even more intense after that, and this aura continued to devour the deathly silence of the Great Desolate Wilderness.
“Not good, what’s reviving isn’t just these skeletons, but the entire Great Desolate Wilderness!”
The Great Desolate Wilderness, which had existed for countless years, was actually reviving, and a towering palace rose from the pile of skeleton valley.
The entire ancient palace was bronze in color, with countless inscriptions embedded on its surface.
If Jian Wushuang were awake at this moment and saw the inscriptions on the ancient palace, he would be absolutely shocked beyond belief.
What was embedded on the surface of the ancient palace were the mysterious inscriptions that he had once glimpsed.
A wave of inexplicable and spine-tingling sounds echoed, and the residual Buddha light was instantly dissipated.
The five Monks began to cough up blood, and their manifestations collapsed one after another.
Qian He stood in the void, but she did not take the opportunity to kill these Monks. Instead, she looked towards the ancient palace, her eyes filled with fascination for the Ancient Era. “My Lord has finally revived.”
After lying dormant in the Great Desolate Wilderness for countless years, it had finally awakened.
As the ancient palace from the Ancient Era rose, the entire wilderness was completely ablaze.
“Everyone, follow me and slay the traitors!”
Gu Yuan, no longer suppressed by the Buddhist light, soared into the sky, wielding his spear like a god-king descending.
“You all, meet your end!”
In the heart of the grim battlefield, the burly Monk’s chest was exposed, and blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
“This humble Monk will go first!” The rugged Monk closed his eyes, then his entire body erupted in a massive golden wave, shattering the center of the battlefield.
Boom!
“Second Senior Brother!”
Before the white and pure Monk could struggle, the other Monks consecutively detonated themselves, instantly sweeping the entire battlefield.
But in the current wilderness, the endless army of skeletal warriors, despite the self-destruction of these Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals, was like a drop in the ocean, causing no ripples. The void that had momentarily cleared was once again filled with skeletal battle armor.
“Hmph! You scoundrels! How dare you harm my sacred body!” Gu Yuan, holding his spear, pierced through the still-undestroyed white and pure Monk and then boldly rushed out, seizing the white and pure Monk who was about to self-destruct.
Qian He lowered her head, her icy eyes shifting, and whispered, “Stop playing around, one of them is about to escape.”
Jian Wushuang, who had struggled several times at the edge of the skeletal army, stood proudly in the void, untouchable by anyone. However, he couldn’t break free from the encirclement of skeletons.
His cultivation had long reached the limit of Yan Immortal cultivation realm, and so had his Dao.
Both his cultivation realm and his Dao were pushing the boundaries, and countless skeletal beings that could rival Grand Yan Immortals shattered under his divine sword.
The skeletal beings, now at the Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal level, had regained full consciousness. Their strength was no less than that of their predecessors from the Ancient era, but they still shattered under a single sword strike.
And without realizing it, Jian Wushuang’s Sword Principle already merged and flowed seamlessly with his ultimate Dao. Now, a single sword strike was enough to eliminate a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal.
Such power might only be resisted by a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal.
Heart Power! It was ethereal!
Jian Wushuang fought recklessly, trapped in his own cage, and this empty space was no longer silent.
Stars burst forth, forming a starry sky.
“Where am I?”
At this moment, there were no skeletons around him, and the young samanera, Hu Qing, whom he had been holding, was nowhere to be seen. He was the only one beneath the starry sky.
A shooting star descended, splashing waves of water, like a river of stars.
In the boundless void, countless universes hung above the starry sky, like lakes and seas.
The Dao of the ultimate Sword Dao existed not in a realm, a world, or any particular universe, and it was not created by any specific space.
Jian Wushuang felt a bit lost, lost in his own Dao.
“Where is my Dao?”
Silence.
On the battlefield of the Great Desolate Wilderness, Jian Wushuang suddenly stopped, standing motionless in the void.
The eyes of the surrounding skeletons shifted, the hands holding their weapons trembled, and then they swarmed towards him.
In the distance, Qian He was also approaching, while Hu Qing, the young samanera, held his prayer beads, bowing his head in silent prayer.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
