Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1361 - 799: The End of the Great Calamity_2

Chapter 1361: Chapter 799: The End of the Great Calamity_2

She said indifferently, "Anyone can occupy the position of Immortal Emperor."

...

In the presence of the Undying and Undying Golden Immortals and the Great Freedom Bodhisattvas, these Third Grade Cultivators are just juniors.

If these nearly thousand disciples, united with the power of both sects and encompassing most of the strong ones in the Divine Land, were to duel without restraint, I’m afraid the Human World would already become a realm of death even before an Immortal Emperor is chosen.

Therefore, this duel is simply set in East Sumeru.

The Seventy-two Cave Golden Immortals were initially somewhat unsettled, but upon seeing the figures seated cross-legged atop the four towering Treasure Mountains, they grudgingly accepted it.

With Emperor Dongji and Houtu Huangdi Qi presiding, even if the opposing Joyful Buddha and Medicine King Buddha have some trickery in mind, they certainly won’t have the opportunity.

The two sects’ First Rank giants, totaling seventeen, now have four gathered here to personally draw a close to this great calamity.

Originally, disciples were required to travel the world, use the hands of the Great Demon to make the common people recognize the Human Emperor’s tyranny, solidify the Immortals’ path, and spread Buddhism in the mundane world, eventually overthrow the tyrant smoothly.

Now, such considerations have been set aside.

But this crude and simple method chosen did not arouse dissatisfaction from the disciples of both sides; instead, those present here have eyes full of murderous intent.

Vengeance among sects, strife over incense.

Either is enough to make them go all out.

Even if they can’t seize the position of Immortal Emperor, defeating more of the opponent’s disciples not only vents their grievances but also allows them to exchange this battle merit for more dojos afterwards.

Previously, it was a competition with a fellow sect; now, it’s an attack on another Great Sect, which is certainly a great thing.

Below the four grand mountains, the dense Yellow Cloud is divided into dozens of parts, like a chessboard, with disciples of both sides sitting at opposite ends, their bodies dense like chess pieces.

On the side of the Three Immortals Sect, though the figure in luxurious clothing sits amid the crowd, it attracts the majority of attention.

"..."

Shen Yi quietly raised his eyes and met the gaze imbued with a hint of smile from Emperor Dongji atop the mountain’s peak.

Under normal circumstances, the leading disciple of the Three Immortals Sect must carry the hopes of the Great Sect, and before going into battle, the sect would surely provide some underlying support.

Having joined the sect late, my foundation is indeed weak.

But it’s not to the extent that not a single person comes to offer advice.

The reason probably lies with Emperor Dongji himself; his previous words of halting led many Golden Immortals to believe the Emperor would intervene and assist, and having a First Rank giant grant treasures, they naturally didn’t take out their things.

To consider another perspective, even a gesture of adding brilliance would worry them about angering Emperor Dongji, especially given the Emperor’s evident enthusiasm for the great calamity; it’s clear he’s focused on Tai Xu True Monarch, and others approaching might cause misunderstandings.

"Hehe."

Ling Xuzi smiled fawningly at Emperor Dongji.

Initially, he had no expectations of Shen Yi seizing the position of Immortal Emperor; the endless-lifespan Golden Immortals know best the fate of being a leading figure.

But now, the situation has changed.

With the Emperor’s backing and not being confident enough to retain Shen Yi himself, why not generously give way, at least gaining a position among the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Compared to when he first returned to the Half-falling Cliff, Ling Xuzi never dared dream this direction; now, he’s naturally unwilling to offend the Emperor in the slightest.

"Heh."

Emperor Dongji returned the smile, glancing with his peripheral vision at the monks below, whether they were the Third Grade disciples about to participate in the discourse or those Great Freedom Bodhisattvas, all had extremely hostile expressions.

And half of this hostility focused on Tai Xu True Monarch alone.

This is the price of arrogance and recklessness.

Under such immense pressure, the opposite side can temporarily hold on to stare at me, but just a slight disadvantage, if they’re wise, they ought to realize it immediately.

"..."

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze, and at this moment, footsteps sounded beside him.

He glanced aside to see Chi Yunzi approaching under everyone’s gaze, his previously somewhat haggard face showing little expression.

"Do not be overly anxious; just do your best."

Chi Yunzi calmly sat down, his gaze fixed forward, not looking at Shen Yi.

After speaking, he took a Treasure Bag from his sleeve and gently placed it beside him: "Inside are some Spiritual Treasures I’ve recently tempered, ready to use without needing further familiarity, adequate for protection and killing, you may take it; it might prove useful."

"Thank you, senior."

Shen Yi pursed his lips and picked up the Treasure Bag, and upon slight inspection, he could perceive it contained a Six Tempering long spear, indeed, as the other mentioned, well-prepared comprehensively.

Frankly, these things were clearly Spiritual Treasures Chi Yunzi prepared for himself; his so-called ’tempering’ was merely erasing his own scent from them.

Though Shen Yi was now not lacking these items, upon considering the connection between himself and Chi Yunzi, he involuntarily shifted his gaze slightly.

Position is position, but this Golden Immortal brazenly approached under many eyes, the pressure endured speaks volumes.

"There’s no need to thank."

Chi Yunzi silently chuckled: "I initially asked your master to convey my thanks, judging by his petty demeanor, likely he didn’t, though it’s just as well..."

"I thank you on behalf of Chu Xi."

Chi Yunzi patted Shen Yi’s shoulder and rose, then looking towards Emperor Dongji atop the peak: "What are you looking at?"

He fully demonstrated the notion that, as long as one disregards personal future and incense, a Second Rank is invincible under heaven.

"..."

Emperor Dongji emotionlessly diverted his gaze.

Whereas Ling Xuzi couldn’t help but curse secretly, having long perceived this old fellow to be off-kilter, with Chi Yun Cave nearly wiped out, seeking to poach from Lingxu Cave, thankfully the Emperor is present or Shen Yi’s shamelessly acquisitive attitude towards treasures might have allowed success.

"Hu."

Shen Yi tucked the Treasure Bag into his bosom.

He wasn’t accustomed to feigning others’ emotions; truth would reveal itself, but now was not the time.

At this point, several figures already rushed to the center of the Yellow Cloud.

This was mutual understanding between both sides; most disciples lacked qualification to vie for the throne but could probe each other’s strengths.

The disciples had no complaints about this, for if dragged to the end, the participants would all be those reaching the Ninety-nine Changes’ Heavenly Pride; better to earn more merit earlier.

"Three Immortals Sect, disciple of Golden Light Cave, Cultivation reaching the Three-Three Realm, please enlighten me."

On the Yellow Mist nearest Shen Yi, a middle-aged Taoist with ordinary appearance stood on a flying sword, proudly cupping his hands toward the opposite side.

Recently suppressing a group of monks in the East Continent without allowing them to retaliate had greatly boosted the confidence of Three Immortals Sect disciples, with many disciples jointly using a heap of Magic Artifacts to obliterate opponents before even seeing the Divine Skills of the Bodhisattva Dharma Body.

"Southern Sumeru, Xuantian Mountain."

Among the monk crowd, a black-skinned, skinny, humbly robed monk gradually rose.

He didn’t summon Buddha Treasure but instead traversed the clouds with bare feet.

Seeing this, the Golden Light Cave cultivator bared his teeth, unapologetically performing a Sword Technique; he was among the first batch of disciples on stage, rare in gaining elder’s attention, naturally wanting to demonstrate the style of the Three Immortals Sect.

With the opening move being a killing strike.

Beneath him, the Magic Sword transformed into countless streams of light instantaneously, surging toward the black skinny monk in an overwhelming flood.

The sword light was like shuttles, grazing the monk’s skin yet leaving no trace, the crisp collision sound akin to the sword’s lament.

He traversed the sword river at a slow pace, reaching the disciple of Golden Light Cave, under his dazed gaze, casually punching forth.

Golden Body Demon Suppression!

The cultivator attempted to perform a Protective Body Technique but found his body devoured by the Golden River.

When he regained awareness, under the pain’s stimulus, he was startled to discover himself lying outside the Yellow Cloud, limbs crushed.

"Please enlighten me."

The monk casually tossed the broken sword onto that disciple, raised a single hand, quietly gazing at the Three Immortals Sect crowd.

And among the abruptly rising uproar.

The Three Immortals Sect disciples exchanged glances, aside from lost dignity, they realized a more crucial fact.

During their surprise assault on the East Continent, although they reaped much, the monks also thoroughly grasped their details, whereas on their end, even now... they couldn’t even recall the black skinny monk’s Dharma name!