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Chapter 999 - 67: The Golden Crow Strikes [Vote for Monthly Pass!]

Chapter 999: Chapter 67: The Golden Crow Strikes [Vote for Monthly Pass!]

Venerable Wanfa, Underworld King Sect Master, Great Master of Mars.

Each of these three names resonated with great renown in the Mortal Realm, and now they surrounded the Prison King with murderous intent brewing all around. In his prime, the Prison King had nothing to fear, even if he couldn’t win against the trio, escaping would not be an issue.

However, having just defended against one blow from Evil Ksitigarbha, his severe injuries had not had the chance to heal before he found himself in such dire straits.

"You cowardly lot might as well attack together, what does this king have to fear?" he bellowed with great audacity, yet the difficulty of the situation was apparent to all.

The Emperor, atop the Golden Crow, whispered, "They are after me, the Prison King may withdraw first. Tonight is unlikely to end amicably, there’s no need to further burden the Yu Dynasty’s anchor."

"Less nonsense." The Prison King was outright rude to his royal descendant, "To flee before a battle, where would that leave my dignity? If it gets tough later, I will leave you behind myself, no need for you to point it out."

"Oh." The Emperor then closed his mouth.

The Prison King’s fiery solar energies reignited with vigor, and in an instant, he shone with dazzling brilliance, causing the nearby Emperor to furrow his brow from the scorching heat. Were his own cultivation any weaker, he would not need to wait for the others to kill him; the Prison King’s flames would roast him alive.

Faced with the power of the Great Dao of Supreme Yang, the trio, including Venerable Wanfa, did feel somewhat daunted.

Though Venerable Wanfa had lived for an exceptionally long time, mastered countless worldly techniques, and possessed the cultivation of a Limiter, his Path of Longevity was not particularly strong in combat. After all, his main skills focused on life-span, otherwise, why would he bother to recruit so many henchmen?

In comparison to the combat prowess of the Great Dao of Supreme Yang, the Master of the Path of Immortality, indeed, seemed somewhat inadequate.

While Daoist Xuanming’s power was certainly formidable in battle, what he excelled at most was manipulating ghosts and specters—skills that were precisely countered by the Prison King. Under normal circumstances, without Ksitigarbha’s True Body, he would not dare to confront the Prison King. Additionally, he had sustained not-insignificant injuries in the Netherworld and was still recovering, hence limiting himself to cutting off retreat rather than engaging too closely.

The Great Master of Mars was even less likely to face the Prison King head-on, being someone who had always been stirring up situations from the background.

Especially now that the Prison King appeared to be gravely wounded and was poised for a desperate struggle, each of the three harbored their own schemes, and in truth, none wanted to be the first to stick their neck out.

Seeing the hesitation, the Prison King grew even more combative and roared, "If you dare not fight, then scram!"

The scorching heat of the solar flames was oppressive!

Venerable Wanfa swept his sleeves, his hands already forming the Seal Technique.

Though he had sacrificed a great deal of spirituality in the Netherworld to summon Evil Ksitigarbha, leaving him extremely weak at that time, his return to Yangjian coincided with a massive death of living beings, pouring their life force into the Longevity Path.

This left his current cultivation at its peak, his divine radiance complete. Perhaps as he had claimed, the very essence of the Longevity Path was plunder. The more living beings perished in the world, the more he could plunder.

Boom—

A resounding bell sounded as if a great gong had struck the earth, and around Venerable Wanfa a shimmering golden bell took shape, its surface flowing with countless inscriptions that faintly depicted scenes from the Buddha Country.

His body propelled the bell forward, rolling towards the Prison King, who responded much more simply. Igniting his solar divine brilliance, he defiantly met the attack with a punch.

Boom—

Amid the intense roar, the Prison King’s punch tore a hole through the great bell, yet the powerful rebounding force also shook him to his core.

The mystery behind Venerable Wanfa’s gong-like Seal Technique lay in its rebounding effect. No matter how powerful the attacker’s destructive force, it would be reflected back upon them by the golden bell.

The Prison King, ignoring his wounds, propelled the Golden Crow God Soul forward, bursting through the breach to launch an assault on Venerable Wanfa.

However, with a twist of his Seal Technique, a Glass Treasure Bottle suddenly materialized around Venerable Wanfa, firmly shielding him. The Prison King’s next punch landed on the treasure bottle, and like ripples in water, it resisted the strike.

Then, blooming from Venerable Wanfa’s chest were lotus-like multitudes of Buddha hands, all attacking the Prison King.

He employed ancient Buddhist seal techniques rarely seen in the current era, the profound and subtle powers of which truly caught the Prison King off guard.

Thousands of Buddha hands enveloped his body of Supreme Yang, seizing the surrounding Golden Crow God Souls. Though they shattered instantaneously under the intense heat, the golden hands materialized endlessly.

For a moment, the Prison King and the Golden Crow God Soul were trapped.

Just then, in that brief moment, Venerable Wanfa struck the Vacuum, and from the heavens descended a Demon-slaying Golden Mace, crashing towards the Prison King, now ensnared by countless golden arms.

"Ah—" The Prison King let out a fierce roar, forcefully igniting the Golden Crow God Soul as the three-legged golden bird’s flames surged skyward, transforming into an overarching Samadhi Divine Body that immediately enveloped both him and the Emperor.

Boom!

The Demon-slaying Golden Mace fell upon the form of the Golden Crow God Soul, immediately getting scorched and dissipated by the roaring Samadhi Divine Fire, and as it sank inch by inch, the golden light also faded away inch by inch.

Including Venerable Wanfa, all the golden light was dispelled in an instant, leaving only a brilliant ray of the Golden Crow in the world.

The gravely injured Prison King was still able to unleash such power, which truly shocked the three of them.

But when the flames dispersed, the scene upon the Golden Crow God Soul changed once again.

Standing tall on the back of the Golden Crow, the Prison King looked majestic and domineering, his aura intensely fiery. However, at that moment, a short sword had pierced through his ribs and deep into his flesh.

This short sword was none other than the Emperor’s personal Magical Sword, used to command the Night Dragon Palace Guards. It was now firmly in the Emperor’s hands. The Prison King furrowed his brows and saw the Emperor’s eyes filled with red light.

A short distance away, the Great Master of Mars stood with his finger pointing upward, employing all his might to use his Divine Skills. In the void, invisible threads connected to the Emperor’s shoulders, making him seem like a puppet being manipulated by the Great Master.

One could see the struggle in the Emperor’s eyes, his gaze beneath the red mist signaling the Prison King to leave quickly. Although the Emperor also possessed the cultivation of the Seventh Realm, years of focusing on state affairs without battle made him a liability on a battlefield of this level.

Yet the Prison King’s brows were furrowed, his eyes angry as he bellowed once more, "Golden Crow, appear!"

Having observed the Golden Crow in Shenxu and thus grasping the Great Dao, nobody could surpass his utilization of the Golden Crow God Soul. At this life-and-death moment, he suddenly unleashed a terrifying power.

The three-legged divine bird, golden in color, raised its head majestically, crying out to the heavens, and then suddenly lunged at Venerable Wanfa, with a do-or-die momentum. The process was engulfed in blazing flames, as if it were a falling sun!

He intended to die together with Venerable Wanfa!

At this moment, the three onlookers could see the Prison King’s intent. At the brink of despair, he chose not to flee but to burst forth with his last strength, aiming to eliminate the chief culprit of the world’s chaos.

Venerable Wanfa was instantly swallowed by the Golden Crow God Soul, wrapped up and slammed together into the distant mountains.

Boom—

The boundless earth trembled, a mountain peak directly turned into a valley, fire pillars shot up to the sky, and a mushroom-shaped golden cloud rose up. Half the sky was bright, momentarily as if it were daytime.

After a while, it gradually subsided.

"This Prison King has quite a fierce nature," said Lin Poyun with his heart still in his throat, feeling very fortunate that he hadn’t intervened, which would have made him the target instead. "With remaining strength, he did not think of escaping, but rather, he was determined to take someone with him to death."

"Master..." murmured the Great Master of Mars, staring at the vast scorched earth below, deep in thought.

As the most secretive disciple of Venerable Wanfa, he was well aware of his master’s formidable powers. People believed he had lived for hundreds of years, already the longest-living of the Human Clan... but in fact, it was much more.

Exactly how long he had lived, not even his closest disciples knew. The Great Master only knew that, during those past years, his master must have experienced countless dangers, yet he remained unscathed.

Admittedly, an attack of total desperation like that from the Prison King was rare, but if even Demon Gods had not achieved it, could this time truly bring his master’s death?

...

Behind the Northern Region Holy Mountain was an oasis within the Ten Thousand Year Glacier. In this Ice Domain, this verdant land of life seemed like a miracle.

In the midst of thick woods there was an inconspicuous old tree, which at the moment seemed as if struck by lightning, broken and withered. But soon enough, it regrew at a speed visible to the naked eye, sprouting new branches and buds, which bloomed and bore a flower as big as a human head, resplendent like a red lotus.

Shortly after, the lotus flower opened, and from it emerged an arm, followed by a head, and then a torso... An entire naked human sprang out from the flower!

Looking at his face, it was none other than Venerable Wanfa!

He may have looked pale, as if seriously drained, but he was indeed very much alive.

The secret of his surviving multiple calamities was right here: the Yangmu Changsheng. He had his own source seed in this place. No matter how many times his outward shell died, as long as he had accumulated enough vitality, he could be reborn.

Venerable Wanfa’s gaze was undetermined as he looked into the distance, murmuring to himself, "Who would have thought that I would have to be reborn twice in such a short time... Cursed Prison King, even at death’s door he drags someone down with him, causing my cultivation to plummet."

"Fortunately, now that the Emperor of the Yu Dynasty is dead, Evil Ksitigarbha has also completed what it was supposed to do."