The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 163 - 163 109 Challenge Zhunti Part 2

163: Chapter 109: Challenge Zhunti (Part 2) 163: Chapter 109: Challenge Zhunti (Part 2) Li Qingming watched Zhunti’s movements with a serious expression, rallying all of his recently recovered True Yuan.

“Hahaha!

Qingmingzi, now that you’ve entered my Bodhi Mini World, do you still think you can leave alive?” Zhunti, having sealed the spatial rift with a wave of his hand, laughed loudly as he infused the last wisp of Chaos Qi into this small world.

“Boom!”

Far above in the unseen Nine Heavens, the galaxy shone brilliantly, cascading down like an endless silvery waterfall.

The boundless starlight showered the earth, now riddled with scars.

The silver moon, curved like a scythe, illuminated the land marred by wounds.

On the silent and vast land, there was no longer any trace of Li Qingming or Zhunti!

“Elder brother!” In the Three Pure Ones Hall, Primordial Venerable looked at Laozi with an anxious expression.

Laozi, continually forming hand signs, knitted his brows and said, “What a clever move by Jieyin!

He has actually hidden his actions from the Heavenly Dao.

However, Zhunti always declares ‘every flower is a world, every leaf a Bodhi.’ I suspect he has trapped our nephew Qingmingzi in a Small Thousand World!”

“Elder brother, what should we do now!” Tongtian’s face was ashen as he paced back and forth in agitation.

“Alas!

We must make our way to Zixiao Palace,” Laozi sighed deeply, the helplessness in his eyes stirring sorrow.

Primordial and Tongtian felt powerless and could only command a child to lead their mounts, and they set out directly for Chaos Outer Heaven.

Even more anxious than the Three Pure Ones was certainly everyone else.

When the Three Pure Ones arrived at Zixiao Palace, the imposing Netherworld River, dressed in a Blood Robe, was already seated on a meditation cushion.

Seeing the Three Pure Ones enter the palace, Minghe hastily paid his respects, thinking to himself, “They are after all Qingming Brother’s masters.

These Three Pure Ones must have long held a deep-seated hatred for that deceitful Zhunti!”

Despite being puzzled by Netherworld River’s presence in the Zixiao Palace, the Three Pure Ones found it inappropriate to inquire in Tao Ancestor’s place of power.

After exchanging greetings with Hong Jun, Primordial took a seat cross-legged in front of Hong Jun and respectfully asked, “Master, might I inquire whether my disciple Qingming faces the peril of death this time?”

Hong Jun’s expression, usually as still as an ancient well, changed slightly as he said, “It’s either a blessing or a misfortune that cannot be avoided.”

Primordial nodded thoughtfully and stepped back.

Hong Jun glanced at Netherworld River and Tongtian, noticing their hesitation to speak and couldn’t help but chuckle, “You Four Saints are quite amusing!

To come together to Zixiao Palace for the sake of a third-generation Xuan Sect disciple.

Well then, I shall grant your wish!”

With those words, he waved his hand lightly, and a painting floated in the void, showing mountains and rivers, revealing the scene within—it was the vanished Li Qingming and Saint Zhunti.

The Three Pure Ones looked at Minghe in surprise, having not expected Netherworld River to also come for the sake of Qingmingzi.

Just as Primordial was about to communicate with Netherworld River through a spiritual message, the scene within the painting changed anew.

“Boom!”

Zhunti’s figure suddenly surged in size, using the Buddha Mother Golden Body once more.

A powerful fluctuation traveled from the edge of the sky, with infinite golden light illuminating the tiny world, revealing its minutest detail.

The rigid and unemotional Buddha Mother Golden Body, now showing a fierce and vicious demeanor, cruelly laughed, “Youngster, today I will scatter your bones and ashes and cast your Primordial Spirit into the Karmic Fire to burn for eons!”

“Hahaha!

Old thief Zhunti, all you do is talk!” Li Qingming sneered, bursting into laughter.

“When have you not said so?

When have you ever succeeded?”

A flash of anger crossed the face of Buddha Mother Golden Body.

Holding the Seven Treasures Miao Tree, it suddenly radiated brilliant rays, transforming into a white light ribbon that spanned the night sky.

The seven-colored radiance wound around it, heading straight for Li Qingming.

Having come to understand the shamelessness of Zhunti, Li Qingming had been on full alert.

Seeing the Seven Treasures Miao Tree turn into light, swiftly darting towards him, Li Qingming instantly erupted, with the slim Bitter Bamboo Spear materializing in his palm.

The purple shaft of the spear emitted a foot-long gun light, reminiscent of a galaxy falling, boundless and vast, its immense killing intent shaking the heavens and earth, enveloping the entire small world!

“Bang!”

A thunderous clash of metal rang out, and Li Qingming instantly thrust a hundred spears forward.

The sharp, green spear tip exhaled a pale green radiance, dazzlingly intense, creating ripples in the air with its vibrations.

Every strike of Li Qingming landed in the same position on the white glowing band; with each hit, the band dimmed a bit more.

By the hundredth spear, the white glowing band had dissipated, and the Seven Treasures Miao Tree, radiating with seven-colored light, stirred up numerous Tao Runes.

The turbulent light was so dazzling that Li Qingming could barely keep his eyes open.

The six towering Buddha Mother Golden Bodies curved their lips into a sinister smile and chided with a soft shout: “Grow!”

The magnificent seven treasures on the Seven Treasures Miao Tree suddenly burst forth with incredibly brilliant radiance.

The lush branches instantaneously turned a deep red, a thick color as if about to drip blood, dyeing the Cangqiong sky a blood-red hue.

A slender column of light shot up along the exploding Seven Treasures Miao Tree, knocking Li Qingming’s long spear straight out of his hands and sending him flying through the air.

“Spurt!”

Li Qingming, suspended in air, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood; his disheveled hair fluttered, and his slightly pale face indicated the severity of Li Qingming’s injuries.

“Ha ha ha!” Saint Zhunti’s Buddha Mother Golden Body laughed heartily, seizing the advantage and striking down with the Seven Treasures Miao Tree once more.

“Qingming, my disciple!” In Zixiao Palace, Primordial’s eyes were blood-red, and a heavy Evil Qi instantly filled the palace.

The other three also showed a look of urgent concern, wishing they could rescue Li Qingming right now.

Hong Jun gently shook his head and gestured with his hand: “Do not worry; a calamity can be the foundation of fortune, and fortune may hide future calamities.”

Meanwhile, the Seven Treasures Miao Tree slammed directly onto Li Qingming.

Li Qingming’s slightly slender body, like a cannonball, was meticulously drawn into the deep crust of the small world.

In this place, boulders dashed through the sky, waves crashed upon the shore, and the intense oppressive energy instantly submerged Li Qingming.

This mini world was known as the Bodhi Mini World, a Small Thousand World temporarily created by Saint Zhunti using one of the few remaining Bodhi Seeds, combined with the Chaos Qi that fell like rain.

Everything within this Small Thousand World, while dominated by Zhunti, largely resembles the overall structure of the Primordial World.

Some places, even he, the world’s master, cannot probe, such as the center of this crust, where the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind roil incessantly, inaccessible even to Saints!

“Gulp!”

Li Qingming, who had fallen into the magma, was enveloped in a layer of faint purple radiance.

The searing magma bubbled vigorously, but could not breach that thin purple glow.

Despite being seriously injured, Li Qingming, whose mind remained clear, was calmly contemplating strategies.

“Indeed a Saint; it seems that the tale of Kong Xuan slaying a Saint in my past life was just hearsay.

The Heavenly Dao Saint, with plentiful Spells, countless Spiritual Treasures, and Mana akin to infinity, how could he be slain by Kong Xuan, a mere postnatal creature?

To escape from Saint Zhunti’s grasp, I must use my Innate Divine Ability!”

With this thought, Li Qingming’s heart calmed.

Since his rebirth, he had only encountered such a desperate battle twice.

The first was when he was newly born and fought the White Tiger; the second was this desperate struggle for life.

“Good!

Even if you are a Saint, even against Hong Jun himself, I will fight to the end!” Li Qingming’s eyes blazed with fighting spirit, his black hair danced lightly, and he stayed motionless.

The Blood Qi Power within him surged wildly, pounding like the tolling of bells and drums; an infinite will to fight and a terrifying killing intent spread to the surroundings.

“Roar!”

With a mighty roar, an intense Black Light emerged around Li Qingming.

When the Black Light had dissipated, Li Qingming was gone, leaving only a giant panda with a deceivingly innocent look.

Were it not for the eerie aura emanating from the huge panda and the red Blood Radiance flashing in its eyes, anyone would be fooled by the appearance of the panda.

“Crack!”

The already tumultuous magma became even more explosive.

On both sides of the surging underground river, solid dirt mountains could no longer withstand the overflowing pressure; peaks cracked open, and the dreadful killing intent caused huge fissures to appear, offering a terrifying sight.

Above, countless massive boulders completely shattered, then mountains collapsed, boulders dashed through the sky, dirt billowed up, and all became dim and obscure.

Before the boulders could fall into the magma, they were instantly vaporized into pungent sulfur fumes by the scorching air blast.

In such a mighty aura, scorching atmosphere, and complex environment, any living being entering the heart of the earth would surely be crushed to mush—this was killing intent, this was Evil Qi, these were the Heavenly Dao Laws!

Truly terrifying to the extreme, with every movement risking total annihilation!