Chapter 577 - 34: Slaying the Supreme, Devouring the Origin, Daluo’s Bloody Battle

Chapter 577: Chapter 34: Slaying the Supreme, Devouring the Origin, Daluo’s Bloody Battle

No corpses were to be seen on the Yellow River battlefield.

As soon as they fell, the bodies sank to the bottom of the river. Only the remains of titans and Great Powers from the Celestial Realms could be seen floating on the surface.

The bloody battle was now escalating. A tide of Buddhas flooded the waters of the Yellow River, while countless Treasure Rafts carried Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and others—all of them bearing wrathful expressions!

"Kill!!"

Ao Xianzhi was exhausted but continued to fight, unleashing one Great Slaughter Technique after another. She clashed with an Immortal-level Buddha, and both were stained with blood, their bodies cracking apart in unison.

The True Dragon Killing Technique manifested in Yan Huang’s left hand, while the cry of a Vermilion Bird echoed from his right. With the dragon and bird crying in unison, he struck two Buddhas, but it came at a cost—his own skull cracked open!

Lu Chongtong, Wang Zhiyao, and the others, who had barely reached the Immortal level after listening to the Dao in the Purple Cloud Palace, were drenched in blood. Their vision had blurred into a crimson haze.

They moved like numb machines, repeating their Killing Skills, slaying Bodhisattvas and striking down Buddhas until their last wisp of Primordial Qi was spent...

Yet, across the vast Yellow River Basin, the ranks of countless Buddhas and endless Bodhisattvas seemed utterly undiminished.

"Today..."

Wang Zhiyao and Zhang Jifeng leaned against each other, despair etched on their faces as they laughed bitterly.

"Looks like... this is where we fall..."

Zhang Jifeng spat out a mouthful of blood and foam. He grinned, revealing a set of cracked and crooked teeth where the killing intent of the Buddhist Path still clung, seeping into his bones and devouring his flesh.

Coughing up blood, he strained to cut down a Grand Grade Bodhisattva, panting heavily as he spoke:

"Worth it! Totally worth it! I’ve cut down so many of these bald-headed bastards, I’ve already broken even! Heh, I used to revere Immortals and Buddhas... but now I see they’re nothing but pigs and dogs for my blade to slaughter! To slaughter!"

With those words, Zhang Jifeng struck with all his might, shattering a Buddha, but he was struck in return. His chest was pierced, and his Immortal Golden Form began to crumble.

Wang Zhiyao’s face was a ghastly mix of pale and red—pale from exhaustion, red from the blood of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and herself.

She collided with a Buddha. As they both shattered, she coughed up blood and laughed miserably.

"How is it worth it? These things are all born from a single Nian of those great beings. For every world as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, there is a Buddha to match..."

Wang Zhiyao’s strength gave out completely. She couldn’t even hold her shattered blade. A trace of regret filled her.

’How long have I been in the Ancient Times? Ten thousand years? Twenty thousand? It’s a shame I’ll never get to go back and see Mom and Dad, or see Langya Province again.’

She watched calmly as the Buddhas approached, their faces contorted with wrath, resentment, and fury. Some had Three Heads and Six Arms. She calmly awaited her death.

Zhang Jifeng’s eyes looked fit to burst with fury. He wanted to help, but it was too late. He was entangled by several Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and his Immortal Golden Form was being shattered!

Just as Wang Zhiyao closed her eyes to accept her fate, something happened.

DONG!

She saw a Divine Mountain that pierced the heavens, engraved with the two words "Immortal Slayer." It descended, drenched in the blood of Daluo, and crushed the imposing Innocent Ancient Buddha, pinning him to the ground!

The Divine Mountain plunged squarely into the Yellow River, unleashing monstrous waves that obliterated countless Treasure Rafts carrying Bodhisattvas and Arhats.

DONG! DONG! DONG!

Three more deafening crashes echoed as three more Divine Mountains descended, landing perfectly to encircle the entire Yellow River Basin before Emperor Pass.

"Come! Come and fight! To the death!"

A tremendous voice boomed from the Celestial Vault, the sound like a tidal wave that stirred the very heavens to thunder. A Thunder Abyss crashed down, precisely striking and annihilating the Buddhas who were crossing the river.

Wang Zhiyao, Zhang Jifeng, Yan Huang, Ao Xianzhi...

The blood-soaked fighters all instinctively looked up at the sky. There, among the thirty-some Daluo locked in a standoff...

...they saw two familiar figures descending in person!

One was dressed in a Daoist Robe and Hat, his right hand holding a Great Banner, his left hand controlling the Four Immortal Slaying Swords, and on his head was a Small Pagoda, from which strands of Profound Yellow Qi descended!

The other had the appearance of three heads, six faces, and nine arms. He carried the Six Paths Plate on his back and stood upon an Innate Infinite Blood Sea. All six of his faces grinned simultaneously as he spoke:

"It’s been too long since I’ve tasted the blood of a Daluo. Today, I’ll kill my fill! Are you coming one by one, or all at once?"

The mighty voice reverberated through the entire Yellow River Basin, echoing across the Great Heaven and Earth.

"It’s..."

Wang Zhiyao’s lips trembled.

"It’s Lu Xuan!"

Not far away, Ao Xianzhi’s eyes also turned red.

"Master is here..."

The hearts of countless fighters soared. In the sky, however, the faces of the assembled Buddhas paled, their expressions turning hideous. The Immortal Mother was terrified out of her wits and tried to flee.

"You’ve already come all this way. Why leave so soon?"

Supreme Profound Clarity spoke casually. He shook the Heaven-Opening Banner in his hand, and with no other visible motion, a torrent of Chaos Sword Qi that could tear apart heaven and earth surged forth.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the River of Time froze. The void split in two, revealing wondrous, primordial scenes: the first separation of Chaos, the division of Yin and Yang, the creation of heaven and earth.

"Retreat!"

The Great Sun Buddha’s expression was grim. ’With these two here, this has gotten complicated!’

’Never mind whether we can beat them. Even if we could, who would dare to land the killing blow?’

’And besides...’

The Esoteric Buddhism Buddha stared at the Four Immortal Slaying Swords, the Heaven-Opening Banner, the Profound Yellow Pagoda...

A violent tremor ran through his heart.

The twenty-some Daluo were all in full retreat, fleeing for their lives. Some dove into the River of Time, while others simply turned and ran.

But.

"As Fellow Daoist Profound Clarity said, you’ve already come all this way..."

The Profound Yellow Emperor Venerable was impassive. His nine arms brandished artifacts like Biyou Palace and the Heaven-Reaching Fishing Drum. He cast the Six Paths Dharma Seal and activated his Emperor’s Position.

With a single strike, accompanied by the roar of the Innate Infinite Blood Sea, a Buddha at the Eternal Daluo level was struck down from the sky. His body shattered, leaving him grievously wounded and on the brink of death.

Even his historical imprints across all eras were brought to the verge of oblivion!!

"Why flee? Where can you flee?"

Daoist Monarch Profound Clarity also spoke calmly as the Immortal Slaying Sword Array buzzed to life. It sealed off time itself, and with a violent turn...