The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 832: Like a God, Tathāgata

Chapter 832: Chapter 832: Like a God, Tathāgata

Tathāgata was pushed back many miles by the Nether Emperor, nearly making half a circle around King Yan City. The soldiers of both sides who were on the way were almost scared to pieces and hastily scattered. Those creatures who were too slow got directly hit by Tathāgata, resulting in serious injuries.

Seeing that the Nether Emperor was still fierce in his attacks, a trace of anger flashed in Tathāgata’s eyes.

Too much bullying!

Tathāgata suddenly stamped his feet into the ground, his thousands of feet tall form forcibly stopped, and the soil behind him turned up, creating mounds. Even as hundreds of Netherworld dragons slammed into his chest, he did not retreat any further, and the eyes beneath his golden mask became frightfully daunting.

"Undying and indestructible? What is being undying and indestructible, do you understand?"

Tathāgata said coldly, as the hundreds of arms behind his back quickly retracted into it. He slapped his palms forward, and in an instant, a dazzling golden column of light shot out from his hands, directly dispersing the hundreds of Netherworld dragons and striking towards the Nether Emperor.

The Nether Emperor’s face was expressionless as he waved his black spear, the spear qi stabbing forward, blocking the golden column of light. The wild wind blew his long hair, and his stern face reflected a metallic luster, just like a deity.

The Nether Emperor who controlled the underworld was also equivalent to a god, who ruled not the heavens but the earth below.

"Midstage of the Daluo Realm, such cultivation indeed allows you to look down upon the world. Too bad you’ve encountered me!" the Nether Emperor said with a sneer.

Qin Jun nearly spat blood on hearing this; to think this guy, merely at the early stage of the Daluo Realm, dared to say such words...

Suddenly, Tathāgata leaped up, rapidly shrinking in size, and the golden column of light also dissipated.

Tathāgata, now only thirty feet tall, suddenly had a golden lotus appear beneath him, sitting cross-legged on the lotus, his black robe fluttering noisily.

Qin Jun raised his eyebrow, seeing that golden lotus again. According to the novels he read in his past life, it seemed that any treasure shaped like a lotus was not simple.

Just take a look at Yang Chan’s Treasure Lotus Lamp to know.

"Could that golden lotus surpass an Innate Supreme Treasure?"

Ji Yongsheng voiced his astonishment in Qin Jun’s mind, clearly also feeling that Tathāgata’s golden lotus was extraordinary.

Tathāgata sitting on the golden lotus had his aura suddenly change dramatically, causing even the Nether Emperor to frown.

"What is the origin of that golden lotus?" the Nether Emperor wondered in his heart, feeling that the golden lotus was continuously supplying Tathāgata with magical power.

Tathāgata wouldn’t explain and began to recite sutras on his own: "Homage to Amitābha Buddha, who ferries all through suffering, transforms all disasters, suppresses all evil spirits, extinguishes all evil thoughts, my heart follows the Buddha, the masses are without worry, my heart banishes demons, and the world is at peace..."

His Buddhist recitation shook the heart, even Qin Jun couldn’t help but feel entranced. Fortunately, Ji Yongsheng’s spiritual protection saved him from losing his mind.

This moment of Tathāgata at full strength, during the previous battle of the Monster Wasteland, his Buddhist recitation was only directed at opponents, and thus somewhat restrained.

This time, in order to defeat the Nether Emperor, he held nothing back.

The entire battlefield fell silent, the fighting soldiers stopped their attacks, and even the Daluo Realm powerhouses such as the Zhenwu Emperor turned back in shock. In the void, Tathāgata shone like the sun, supremely sacred.

The Nether Emperor felt a severe pain in his head and screamed while clutching it, hastily retreating, increasing the distance from Tathāgata.

Looking at Tathāgata, magnificent and invincible, the Nether Emperor roared, "Who exactly are you? What is your relationship with the Ancient Buddha?"

His roaring shook the heavens and earth, and all creatures, including the distant scouts, looked up at the exalted Tathāgata.

In their eyes, at this moment, Tathāgata truly was a god!

An inviolable god!

The Buddhist chanting resounded in their ears, causing the creatures to involuntarily have thoughts of submission.

"This ferrying of evil..."

Liu Chenxiang’s eyes widened in disbelief, his legs trembling, his body uncontrollably kneeling towards Tathāgata. He tried hard to stand up but was completely unable to do so.

If he, who had reached the Golden Immortal of the Daluo, was so weak, needless to say for the lesser-cultivated beings.

Thump!

A Netherworld General kneeled on the ground, prostrating completely, followed by the surrounding Netherworld Soldiers and Netherworld Generals who also knelt down.

The soldiers and powerhouses in the sky quickly landed, their legs trembling as they knelt down; everyone below the Daluo Realm collapsed, prostrating themselves, looking up at the Tathāgata with fear.

The Zhenwu Emperor and the Drought were still okay, but they also did not dare to approach the Tathāgata, as the oppressive feeling was too strong.

Before long, the over twenty million surviving Netherworld Soldiers all lay prostrated on the ground, and the same was true for the millions of soldiers from King Yan Palace.

The scene was incredibly spectacular. From a high vantage point, the land for a hundred miles around King Yan City was filled with densely packed soldier figures; the golden light bathed the land, giving the entire scene an awe-inspiring visual impact.

"This guy..."

Qin Jun supported himself with the Demon Dragon Cannon to keep from kneeling.

An invisible pressure weighed on him like tens of thousands of kilograms, causing Qin Jun’s legs to tremble ceaselessly; if it were not for Ji Yongsheng’s soul lending assistance, Qin Jun would have already knelt by now.

He cursed inwardly, wondering if the Tathāgata had lost all sense of proportion in this battle.

The guards around him, already pressed to kneel, looked at Qin Jun with admiration. Under such divine might, Qin Jun could still stand, which showed that his cultivation realm was extremely high.

"Where did this Tathāgata come from? His cultivation is even stronger than that of ordinary immortals!"

Ji Yongsheng exclaimed in Qin Jun’s mind, finding it most incomprehensible that such a strong being had been defeated and subdued by Qin Jun, despite witnessing the whole process.

When the Tathāgata dueled with Qin Jun, he had just been severely injured.

Facing such qi movement, Ji Yongsheng was speechless.

And what about the mysterious and unfathomable Patriarch Bodhi from the Great Qin Heavenly Court? How strong could he be?

If he could easily subdue the Tathāgata, then Patriarch Bodhi must be even stronger.

For a moment, Ji Yongsheng’s emotions were mixed. If not for him, Qin Jun, with his mysterious and absurd qi movement, would still have risen.

"Aaaaaahhhh—"

The Nether Emperor clutched his head, screaming frantically, his hair wildly flying as if he had gone mad.

He only felt intense pain in his soul, and his body seemed on the verge of exploding; even he, the Netherworld’s ruler, couldn’t bear it, which showed how terrifying the Tathāgata’s Buddha’s chant was.

The more than twenty million Netherworld Soldiers all looked up incredulously at the sky, having never seen the Nether Emperor in such a miserable situation.

Especially the offspring of the Nether Emperor, lying among the ruins, were struck dumb.

The Buddha’s chant grew louder, and the surrounding domains of the Demon Emperor Palace could faintly hear it, alarming countless beings.

"What is that sound?"

"Is someone reciting scriptures? No! It’s coming from the Demon Emperor Palace!"

"My heavens! What stage has the great battle between the yin and yang realms of the Demon Emperor Palace reached?"

"Eh? Whose screams are those?"

"Who is reciting scriptures that can instill such reverence in me? Strange..."

Every being who heard the Tathāgata’s Buddha’s chant was shaken to their core, involuntarily feeling a sense of awe.

In a place far away.

Inside Demon Emperor Palace.

Donghuang Taiyi suddenly opened his eyes, listening to the Tathāgata’s Buddha’s chant, he frowned and murmured, "Why does this Buddha’s chant bear a trace of Daoist essence? Transcending evil... what exactly is your origin..."