The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 964: The Path of Tao

Chapter 964: Chapter 964: The Path of Tao

"Not even daring to report your name, yet you dare to be so arrogant!"

Kṣitigarbha roared furiously, as his thousand-zhang tall figure, seated in a lotus position, soared towards the black shadow. Behind him, six golden arms made various gestures, seemingly symbolizing something.

Faced with Kṣitigarbha, the black shadow formed by the Netherworld Qi lashed out with a palm strike.

With one palm strike, tumultuous waves were whipped up, carrying the highly corrosive Netherworld Qi with it, but Kṣitigarbha didn’t dodge. Instead, six golden arms consecutively struck out with palm strikes.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The Netherworld waves were dispersed by Kṣitigarbha’s palm wind, preventing the Netherworld Qi from touching his body.

The surrounding Netherworld Soldiers scattered like birds, fearing accidental injury. Even Zhong Kui had to retreat, putting distance between himself, Kṣitigarbha, and the black shadow.

The black shadow became even more solid, thousands of zhang tall, towering like a colossus in the dark world of the Netherworld, as if a demon god emerged from the Netherworld itself.

"You dare to battle the sovereign even as a mere Daluo beginner immortal!"

The black shadow bellowed furiously, his words filled with scorn and anger, the latter due to the fall of his pawn, the Nether Emperor.

He intended to sacrifice Kṣitigarbha’s blood to the Nether Emperor.

As his words fell, the swirling Netherworld Qi around him transformed into malevolent Sea Dragons that tore towards Kṣitigarbha.

With an expressionless face, Kṣitigarbha’s six golden arms began to move, their speed increasing rapidly, resembling Guanyin with her thousand arms. Then, he pushed his palms forward, sending a golden disc spinning forward, its diameter reaching three thousand zhang, nearly ten thousand meters. Covered with dense, tiny Sanskrit characters, it skimmed the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

The land of the Netherworld trembled violently, a sensation felt by all ghosts within tens of thousands of miles.

Qin Jun also retreated. The battle between Daluo beginners was not something he, as a Taiyi Golden Immortal, could intervene in. Even watching the battle was strenuous, and he had to maintain a distance of several tens of miles to stay safe.

"Tsk tsk, Kṣitigarbha’s golden arms really do resemble those of Tathāgata, yet there are clear differences," Qin Jun mused with curiosity. The Divine Powers of Buddhism were often forceful and excelled at vanquishing evil and suppressing demons in a way other teachings couldn’t surpass.

Of course, all Dharma ultimately originates from the Dao.

From a distance, it looked like two giants battling on the horizon, with the earth constantly shaking and countless pebbles flying around. Ordinary people hiding hundreds of miles away could still be injured by mistake, and possibly even lose their lives.

"What Divine Power is this?"

The black shadow, while battling Kṣitigarbha, asked curiously. Even though his body was formed from Netherworld Qi, the power contained in his fists was terrifying. Ordinary Daluo beginner immortals couldn’t withstand it. Countless spatial cracks had appeared around them due to their combat, showcasing the immense strength of their powers.

Kṣitigarbha brought his palms together in prayer, while the six golden arms on his back furiously struck out, matching the black shadow blow for blow.

"Vajra Six Realms!"

With a shout that carried divine might from Kṣitigarbha—inspiring reverence—as he leapt, and the six golden arms on his back swung again. Waves of golden discs descended, continuously smashing onto the black shadow, the explosions causing the earth to splinter.

Gorges split open, unfathomable in depth, stretching out thousands of miles and still growing.

The Netherworld, equivalent to another world, was also on the brink of collapse.

Qin Jun and the Netherworld Palace forces kept retreating. Now over a hundred miles from the ruins of the Netherworld Palace, they continued to move back as Kṣitigarbha’s aura grew stronger. Weaker cultivation practitioners getting too close would be annihilated.

"System, fuse the five God and Demon instance opportunities into a God and Demon summoning chance!"

Qin Jun commanded inwardly. He could sense there was nothing ordinary about this black shadow. Just his current strength was formidable; how terrifying must his true body be?

Relying solely on Kṣitigarbha might not be enough to deal with him.

There were very few who could aid the Nether Emperor. Piecing together what Nangong Yifeng had said, Qin Jun could roughly guess the identity of the black shadow.

The Sovereign of the Steal Moon Sect!

The Ancient Immortal Realm was ruled by the Steal Moon Sect, Xuanxu Sect, and Tao Court Sect at the helm, and above them was the Canghua Immortal Venerable, who looked down upon the myriad worlds for countless ages.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for combining five God and Demon instance opportunities into one God and Demon summoning chance!"

The system notification sounded, causing Qin Jun to curse inwardly.

Damn!

Failed again!

A fifty percent chance and still can’t grasp it?

Qin Jun felt like hitting someone, but there was nothing he could do.

"Zhong Kui, go to the Heavenly World of the Southern Domain and invite Bodhi!"

Qin Jun commanded Zhong Kui beside him, who promptly nodded and disappeared on the spot, using the Yin and Yang Escape Technique.

"Roar——"

The Qiongqi, which had been watching the battle for a long time, finally erupted, its roar sent it charging towards the black figure. Towering a thousand zhang at the shoulder, it ran through the void, moving against the wind, wrapping itself in an aura that added to its divine presence.

The miasma of the Netherworld transformed into a terrifying beast, lunging at the Qiongqi, like two mountain peaks colliding.

The next second, the heavens and earth shattered.

The ground cracked, valleys widened, countless ghostly peaks collapsed, and rocks and dust were lifted by the force of the impact, turning into a dust storm that swept outward. Netherworld Soldiers who didn’t escape in time were engulfed, a scene resembling an apocalypse.

Qin Jun activated the Heavenly Dao Wheel of Life, shielding himself. He heard a loud boom in his ears, and in an instant became deaf, while everything in front of him turned a murky gray, unable to see anything.

"Are you trying to destroy this netherworld?"

Kṣitigarbha shouted sternly. How many ghosts were there in the Netherworld of Xuandang’s great world?

He could not let such a catastrophe happen.

"Hmph! There are dozens of such Netherworlds under this sovereign’s control!"

The black figure sneered disdainfully, and the miasma of the Netherworld surged toward him, making his form grow even taller and his body surface more solid.

Kṣitigarbha, grinding his teeth, took out a set of green jade prayer beads, his treasured Six Realms Treasure Pearl, which contained the power of the Six Realms.

What are the Six Realms?

Heavenly Dao, Human Realm, Asura Realm, Animal Realm, Hungry Ghost Realm, Hell Realm!

Her Highness Houtu had transformed herself into the Six Realms in ancient times, earning immense merits. Although she didn’t become a saint, she wasn’t much different from one, free from reincarnation, eternally undying.

The power of the Six Realms, unfathomable!

Kṣitigarbha possessed various Six Realms Divine Talents, and in his furious state, he summoned the Six Realms Treasure Pearl, with six golden arms on his back swinging in tandem.

"Life is suffering, death is suffering too, what is life, what is death, does the sea of suffering have an edge..."

Kṣitigarbha recited somberly, causing the black figure to tremble.

"Ancient Buddha? Impossible! Didn’t the Ancient Buddha cross over the path of the Great Dao long ago?"

The black figure exclaimed in shock, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

At that moment, Qiongqi opened its mouth and shot out a black beam of light, piercing directly through the abdomen of the black figure, creating a huge hole. Gentle circular waves of air appeared behind it, and if a common Golden Immortal of the beginning levels were to be caught by this sneak attack, they too would fall.

But the black figure was formed from the miasma of the Netherworld, terrifyingly strong. As long as the miasma of the Netherworld did not disperse, he could quickly regenerate.