Novel Full Chapter 1693: Pseudo Saint
Chapter 1693: Pseudo Saint
"Amithabha," Red Dust uttered. "Donors, would you like to have tea with this poor monk?"
"Don’t waste time and kill them as soon as possible," Wan Yanmei ordered.
"What a shame," Red Dust commented as he directly blocked her path. Meanwhile, Ying Zheng picked White Saber as his opponent, leaving the weakest to Sword Lifting.
The monk’s body suddenly turned an eerie red-gold, followed by a killing aura so intense that it would put any Slaughter Dao cultivator to shame. He instantly appeared before Wan Yanmei and slapped her with his palm. The terrifying force behind his attack should have annihilated everything in its path, but as soon as it came into contact with Wan Yanmei’s white hands, it evaporated. Red Dust was momentarily surprised, but that did not stop him. A pure red aura surrounded his hands before striking repeatedly.
’A powerful body refinement method based on Vajra, or the concept of indestructibility,’ Wan Yanmei analyzed. ’But it seems also to be fused with the Asura Slaughter Path. Is this person really a monk?’
Red Dust frowned. The casualness with which his opponent deflected his attack was worrying. The worst part is that he hasn’t determined what kind of Dao it was after all this time. With a thought, for more arms grew around his body, allowing him to release an even more outrageous barrage of palm strikes.
However, to his horror, Wan Yanmei casually made a swiping motion with two fingers, and his arms were immediately erased from existence. Then, she made another sweeping motion, and an alarm of danger rang in Red Dust’s mind.
[Ultimate Vajra State]
The concept of indestructibility embedded into his flesh was immediately activated to the highest level, resulting in an even more concentrated golden aspect to his skin. A terrifying force sent Red Dust crashing to the ground. Before he hit the ground, a colossal golden Buddha Dharma idol manifested between Heaven and Earth and slapped Wan Yanmei. She dispersed it with one attack, but that delay was enough to prevent her escape to reinforce the military base.
Meanwhile, Red Dust had recovered, albeit he now only had his left arm and right leg — even half of his face was now gone. "Dao of Destruction?" he asked while glancing at his opponent. "No, it should be a variant — the Dao of Erasure."
Wan Yanmei did not utter a word. A brush manifested behind her to write a black cross in the sky. The ink then rushed toward the monk, whose heart skipped a beat. Red Dust knew his flesh, soul, and everything about him would be erased if that cross touched him.
"Donor, you can erase everything between Heaven and Earth, is that correct? What about all the sins?"
An image of Hell manifested behind Red Dust, showing visions of countless people being tortured in hell for all their sins. The odd part is that those people all had the same face: Red Dust. A back-red cloud rushed out of the projection of Hell to confront the black cross, and it was instantly annihilated. However, Red Dust did not mind. If one wave did not work, he would send a second, third, and even more until he accomplished his goal.
"So many sins: are you even a monk?" Wan Yanmei asked as she prepared another attack. There is a Buddhist concept of putting down the butcher knife to become a Buddha. While this saying contains truly profound philosophy, she has read about countless worlds and timelines in which Buddhist Sects or Schools have misinterpreted this concept. They used it to recruit vile but powerful cultivators in the name of "reforming" them, or putting down the butcher knife. She did not expect this timeline to also practice this concept.
’No, something is wrong. The Buddha Saint does not seem the kind of person who would do such a thing,’ Wan Yanmei analyzed. Although she was confident in her strength, she would not underestimate the opponent. A slight difference in information might lead to defeat.
[Sinners Palm}
Red Dust did not answer, but calmly attacked. With one palm, he tried to force all the sins of the world into Wan Yanmei and thus have the power to judge, punish, and execute her. However, she only blew, and the attack was erased.
’Something is not right,’ Red Dust analyzed. ’How can she be this powerful?’ Based on what he’s learned from the Saint, he identified the fact that the First Commander was an SSS-Class Primal with three transcendent foundations. However, according to information he knew, the difference between them should be only in their stamina.
’Her attacks are outrageously more potent than mine, and it’s not because of her Destruction-based Dao. What’s going on?’ He was truly baffled by this situation. ’Wait, something is not right. I’m overlooking something.’ Red Dust tried to focus, but no matter what, he couldn’t figure out what he had overlooked.
[Yama’s Judgment]
A tear manifested in the void to release a colossal black hand drenched in the power of death. It reached out to Wan Yanmei to bring about death and inality to her existence. However, the first commander of the Infinite Divine Court scoffed:
"In my eyes, death is nothing but a word in a piece of paper — a word that I can write or erase." A white light condensed on her palm, and with one wave, it instantly erased the black arm. Red Dust’s expression turned ugly, not because one of his most powerful attacks failed. Yama’s Judgment did not only target his opponent; while the arms attacked, Yama’s eyes glanced at him to judge what was wrong with him. So, he finally realized.
’My body — why hasn’t it regenerated it? Damn it, she has erased a part of my extraordinary perception.’ Red Dust focused on his half-destroyed body. With his perception restored, he immediately discovered the source of the issue. ’This power...It’s not Dao Will, Will Manifestation, or True Will.’ A look of horror overwhelmed his mind. ’Saint Will? How can a Paragon have a Saint Will?’
He was about to panic before realizing something. ’No, it’s not complete. It’s more like a prototype.’ Just as the Duyi Realm was a prototype for the Dao Will, the power on his body seemed of the same caliber. However, it was still horrifying for a Primal to have such a power.
’Saint Buddha once mentioned a concept that Donor Wang Wei mentioned about Pseudo-Saint, but they were both wrong,’ Red Dust analyzed. ’They are not people who survive the Sanctification Process. No, they are people whose strength is above SSS-Class Primals. People who have acquired certain [Transcendent Traits] before sanctification.’
Red Dust did not know how to feel about this revelation. Was he happy that there were paths ahead for him? Paths that could increase his chances of sanctification? Of course, he was. But he was also saddened by the sudden realization of how weak he was in the grand scheme of things, and how much behind the Primordial Timeline he was compared to the Divine Timeline. And on a more realistic approach, his chances of achieving his current task had drastically decreased.
Boom!
Red Dust exploded the part of his body with Wan Yanmei’s Saint Will. Unfortunately, such an act was immediately proven to be a mistake. His body regenerated, but his missing limbs did not. Red Dust tried again, with the same outcome, truly showcasing the domineering nature of Saint Wills.
’Has it been entrenched into my [Existence]?’ This was truly bad news for him. However, Red Dust was an experienced veteran who had survived both the Origin Wars and countless other battles. After the initial failure, he composed himself and devised a countermeasure: he developed a new technique to summon the Grand Unified Will, intending to use its power to eliminate the Saint Will Prototype.
"Nice try," Wan Yanmei said as she waved her hand to block the terrifying will descending on this dimension. Although she did not have control of this dimension, she could still influence things by preventing others from interfering. She then pointed at Red Dust to release a terrifying power of erasure.
The monk’s expression changed. Those attacks blessed by Saint Will were truly overwhelming, not to mention how easily she used them.
[18 Level of Hells]
Eighteen dimensions appeared before Red Dust as a form of protection, each representing an aspect of hell: Hell of Tong Ripping, Hell of Trees and Knives, Hell of Mirror Retribution, Hell of Copper Pillars, Hell of Mountain of Ice, etc. Unfortunately, it was all useless. Wan Yanmei’s attack did not just pierce through these layers of hell; she instantly erased them.
Red Dust had no choice but to draw even more World Source to nourish his souls and cast the same technique repeatedly until the attack had run out of steam. ’What a terrifying technique,’ he thought. ’There is no way I can hold her long enough. I’m afraid even Empress Wu is not this woman’s match.’