The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 1262: Ultimate Tathāgata vs Ultimate Bodhi

Chapter 1262: Chapter 1262: Ultimate Tathāgata vs Ultimate Bodhi

Facing Tathāgata’s aggressive declaration of war, Patriarch Bodhi narrowed his eyes, the two venerable beings of the Heavenly Dao facing each other, as if sparks were flickering in their gaze.

Sun Wukong angrily said, "Old Tathāgata, are you looking for trouble?"

Tathāgata shook his head and smiled, "Wukong, we are now on the same side. With His Majesty above, how dare I stir up trouble? A battle between two venerable beings of the Heavenly Dao, do you think it won’t attract the God of Chaos?"

"Furthermore, whether the God of Chaos is friend or foe, who can be sure? If an enemy, I, along with Patriarch Bodhi, must join forces against the enemy. Why would I harm Patriarch Bodhi now?"

His tone was calm and didn’t seem contrived.

His words also made everyone deeply ponder.

Yes!

Although the God of Chaos is from the same tribe as the supreme demon Ji Bubai and Qin Jun, does that necessarily mean they won’t be enemies?

After all, the God of Chaos is one of the longest-existing beings in the inner universe. No one can accurately gauge his temperament!

"Fellow Tathāgata speaks sensibly. Let us go out and have a match," said Patriarch Bodhi as he waved his Dust Brush with a smile; this battle, he had no choice but to fight.

Both being at the mid-stage of the Holy Realm of the Heavenly Dao, they naturally wouldn’t submit to one another.

Qin Jun nodded and smiled, "I also agree. Let’s leave this forest first."

Who was stronger between Patriarch Bodhi and Tathāgata?

He had long wanted to know.

Sun Wukong huffed, "Master, go for it, you must win against him!"

Patriarch Bodhi shook his head and chuckled, feeling some anticipation within.

In a past life, he had wanted to duel Tathāgata.

In this life, although he had fought Tathāgata before, there was a gap in their realms at that time. Now that they both stood on the same realm, he too wanted to know who was stronger and who was weaker.

Afterwards, the group continued to advance, but the atmosphere had turned severe.

Everyone’s thoughts were on Tathāgata and Patriarch Bodhi.

"If I could also become a venerable being of the Heavenly Dao, what would I have to fear from them?"

Torch Dragon sighed inwardly; these underlings from a past life had all surpassed him, which was hard for him to bear.

Having seen how Tathāgata’s cultivation leaped forward with Qin Jun’s help, he also began to harbor thoughts about Qin Jun.

If he wanted Qin Jun to value him, he needed to achieve more merits.

Perhaps a day passed.

With Qin Jun and the others advancing at full speed, they finally left the forest behind and arrived at a vast, boundless grassland.

Hills rolled in succession, the green grass reaching up to Qin Jun’s thighs. When the wind blew, the grassland rippled with waves of green, quite a spectacular sight.

Tathāgata and Patriarch Bodhi soared into the sky, their pressure as venerable beings of the Heavenly Dao slowly being released, making it hard for everyone to catch their breath.

"Is this the power of a venerable being of the Heavenly Dao?"

Sun Wukong breathed heavily. This was his first real encounter with the pressure of a venerable being of the Heavenly Dao; even though he had reached the perfect realm of a saint, he still found it difficult to withstand.

If even he felt this way, what about the others?

Ji Bubai stared intently at the sky, his heart full of emotion. If he had such cultivation, would his tribe of the supreme demon have been exterminated?

As Tathāgata and Patriarch Bodhi flew higher and higher, the aura they emitted stirred up the wind and waves, and thunderclouds roared in, the wild wind blowing across the grassland and sending blades of grass flying.

It was as if two apocalypse-inducing tornadoes were confronting each other, keeping everyone on edge.

"Master! You must win!"

Sun Wukong shouted, punching the air, although he had made amends with Tathāgata, it was only out of respect for Qin Jun.

He simply couldn’t stand Tathāgata’s domineering demeanor.

Thunder roared—

The entire grassland began to tremble, and from afar, the roaring of countless behemoths could be heard, seemingly startled, with not a single one daring to approach.

"Patriarch Bodhi, please!"

Tathāgata said with a light laugh. After becoming the most sacred of the Heavenly Dao, his severed arm had regrown. Sun Wukong, however, did not take issue with it, as this fellow’s golden body had countless arms to begin with—what was the loss of one?

Patriarch Bodhi nodded indifferently, waving his right hand. Innumerable golden lotuses materialized out of thin air, filling the sky within tens of thousands of miles. The view of Qin Jun and others was also overtaken by the golden lotuses.

Countless golden lotuses shot toward Tathāgata from all directions, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

Tathāgata softly recited, "Amitābha."

The next second, he transformed into a golden body, a hundred feet tall, with numerous arms appearing behind him, swaying from top to bottom like the thousand-armed Guanyin.

Clang! Clang! Clang...

The golden lotuses struck him, only to be deflected, and upon hitting the ground, they created massive craters, dust flying everywhere, resembling a meteor shower hitting the earth.

Sun Wukong quickly drew a circle on the ground with the Chaos Purple Gold Rod around Qin Jun and the others. A purple curtain rose from the soil, enveloping everyone inside to protect them from the residual effects of the battle.

Countless golden lotuses rained down furiously, turning the grassland into a battlefield in an instant as rolling clouds of dust rose like gunsmoke.

Tathāgata, with the thousands of arms behind him, raised his palms and struck towards Patriarch Bodhi. The space before him shattered like glass, with golden palm imprints, carrying the force to rupture the heavens, assaulting Patriarch Bodhi.

Each palm imprint was a thousand feet tall, and tens of thousands such imprints created a magnificent spectacle.

From Patriarch Bodhi’s perspective, the palm imprints formed a vast golden curtain that connected heaven and earth, leaving him no room to dodge.

Nevertheless, Patriarch Bodhi, being a most sacred being of the Heavenly Dao, remained unfazed by such an assault.

With a wave of his left sleeve, he astonishingly absorbed all the palm imprints, leaving no trace.

"Excellent Divine Power!"

Tathāgata praised, and in the next second, he charged at Patriarch Bodhi, readying for close combat.

Patriarch Bodhi was unafraid. He lifted both hands, and a torrential force of law poured forth like a golden celestial river, inexhaustible and grand.

Qin Jun and the others watched with nerves on edge, their understanding overturned by the level of combat they were witnessing.

Even as saints, they had a feeling that, were they to join the battle, they would be obliterated in body and spirit in a matter of seconds.

Even the space within the Eight Wilderness trembled, fracturing apart. If Tathāgata and Patriarch Bodhi were to fight in the outer universe, it was hard to imagine the scene of cataclysmic destruction that would ensue.

The golden celestial river engulfed Tathāgata, but he raised his palm and cut right through it, forcibly halting its flow.

Waves of wind, like Golden Dragons swirling, were a sight to behold.

Far away.

Ji Longyuan sat beneath a large tree, suddenly opening his eyes and looking towards the sky, his face showing a look of dread.

"What kind of aura is this..."

"It’s that Patriarch Bodhi!"

"Is someone battling him?"

Ji Longyuan’s heartbeat quickened, for he knew about Patriarch Bodhi’s cultivation.

The most sacred of the Heavenly Dao!

Could there be another of the same rank appearing?

The clash of two such august beings of the Heavenly Dao, even from a great distance, caused golden light to spread across the sky, with endless fierce winds howling from the corners of the world.

Ji Longyuan immediately stood up, preparing to leave.

He had to rush to the place he intended to go, or he feared accidental complications.

Tens of billions of miles of the sky were illuminated by golden light.

Tathāgata and Patriarch Bodhi, like two colliding suns, unleashed their Divine Powers in a fast-paced battle involving infinite transformations, so fast that even Sun Wukong couldn’t discern them with his eyes.

The battle raged on.

The vast grassland started to crack and split. Protected within Sun Wukong’s purple circle, Qin Jun and the others were safe from harm, but they could still feel the terrifying pressure of the struggle. At this moment, they were like mortals watching gods fight.

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