Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1334 - 789: Immortal Oath True Monarch, Great Aspiration Bodhisattva

Chapter 1334: Chapter 789: Immortal Oath True Monarch, Great Aspiration Bodhisattva

"Hah!"

The massive wave roared and surged, engulfing Qi Xian, who was trapped in mid-air by the Fire Lotus.

He was soaking wet, and his previously neatly arranged hair clung haphazardly to his cheeks.

Yet this middle-aged man seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, his eyes nearly bulging out as he stared ahead like he’d seen a ghost.

Though Qi Xian was a Third Rank Great Luo Immortal, he often accompanied the Emperor, and his vision was unmatched by ordinary cultivators.

The aura that erupted from that white-clad monk just now was so formidable that it surpassed many elders in the sect. Probably only someone exceptional like Golden Immortal Qing Guangzi could contend with it.

This person was by no means an ordinary Great Freedom Bodhisattva. Regardless of which Sumeru Mountain he came from, he must be someone wielding great power and deeply trusted by the True Buddha.

For such a strong figure to risk so much to come to a place so close to the North Continent for a covert ambush was itself startling enough.

But at this moment, Qi Xian actually saw this Great Freedom Bodhisattva being embarrassingly blasted down from the sky!

"Who... who on earth are you?"

He looked up towards the sky, his throat burning with pain, his voice as soft as a mosquito’s.

In an instant, a majestic figure stepped forward from the turbulent universe, their whole body seemingly cast from white jade, unstained by dust. Behind them, a jade wheel rotated slowly, and the fluttering ribbons parted the clouds, with golden brilliance like fine rain showering upon the ruined Great Marsh.

Just a glance made Qi Xian’s eyes sting, and that overwhelming sense of oppression swept in from all directions, as if he were confronting a part of heaven and earth transformed into human form.

The Great Marsh undulated, and the Blue Fire Lotus Platform resurfaced like a small boat, seemingly ready to be swallowed again at any moment.

The Pure World Venerable trembled as he raised his arms, palms joined once more as his body quickly stabilized, looking up towards the sky curtain.

Two Dao Patterns flowed within, visible with complete clarity, unmistakable.

In the vast Bodhi Sect, no one was aware that yet another Great Freedom Bodhisattva had emerged within the sect.

"Immovable Venerable King."

The Pure World Bodhisattva softly chanted again, his skin gently trembling as his Buddha Heart, as firm as a rock, began to waver.

The flames on the Blue Lotus grew weaker.

It wasn’t out of fear.

Though it seemed he had suffered a loss just now, the main reason was that the Pure World Venerable tried to duel the Immortal with a certain mindset, and after the zen stick was blocked, he was so startled by the sudden appearance of the Dao Patterns that he lost focus.

The real dilemma he encountered was on his path.

The fire meant to cleanse the world’s filth was igniting, and yet, his opponent suddenly became a Great Freedom Bodhisattva, transforming the impurity so the Purifying World Fire began to waver.

The subtle twitching spread across his whole body.

On the Pure World Venerable’s beautiful hands, blue veins gradually bulged, his pupils dilating involuntarily.

"No, your heart is not in Sumeru, you are not a Bodhisattva, but an evil masquerading on the lotus platform."

"Defiling my sect’s Buddha Light, you deserve to be suppressed for eternity!"

The white robe on the monk’s body billowed, the light red between his skin became more apparent, as if he were about to be cooked.

The Blue Lotus under him also began to burn, seemingly ready to evaporate the entire Great Marsh, the blue faded from the platform under the pure flames, gradually turning into a transparent colorless Jade Lotus.

Until with a soft puff, his pupils turned into two tendrils of rising white flame.

The Pure World Venerable released his joined palms, bringing forth the short staff once more. At the instant his fingers gripped it, golden scripture flickered on the black staff.

"Demon Vanquishing!"

He raised the staff high, poised to smash it downwards.

A massive phantom appeared behind him, resembling a gigantic pillar holding up the sky, fiercely pressing towards the white jade creation in the heavens.

"..."

Shen Yi stood suspended in the air, the scripture on the phantom pillar cascading down like a waterfall, forming a prison around him, as thin as gauze yet indestructible.

He extended his right palm, his five fingers clenching the air, gathering a dark golden Zen Stick in his grasp.

In the next moment, within the disdainful, glare of the Pure World Bodhisattva, this white jade body suddenly vanished from its place.

The monk’s vision caught a glimpse of the water surface, his heart jolting as he saw the Great Marsh, not yet completely settled, now covered in fine, mist-like black lines, resembling a terrifying maw ready to devour, unsettling to the heart.

He reacted quickly, swinging the staff overhead.

Yet a Zen Stick had already swung over, striking hard on the Pure World Bodhisattva’s face before his arm could fall.

Crack!

It was only at this moment that the Pure World Bodhisattva understood the true meaning of the words "Immovable Venerable King."

The vast force instantly caved in his cheekbones, brutally tearing his lips apart, spraying blood plasma. This was a body molded after reaching the Heavenly Dao, yet beneath that Zen Stick, it seemed so fragile.

The Pure World Venerable let out a low bellow, yet despite being wounded, the short staff still swung unwaveringly.

But in the next moment, four white jade palms clamped down fiercely on his arms and shoulders, pinning him tightly to the Lotus Platform.

Shen Yi’s expression was indifferent, as he boldly swung the zen stick again.

The heavy stroke smashed down, ruthlessly shattering the monk’s kneecaps.

First the mouth, then the legs.

The pure fire on the colorless Jade Lotus did flood back in retaliation, and in just a moment, the flawless white jade body of Shen Yi turned burning red.

As the tongues of fire attempted to coil around the white jade creation, he had already grasped the Zen Stick, disappearing once more into the dark fog beneath the water.