Chapter 393: Chapter 46: Daluo Debates a Fellow Daoist, Peach Blossoms Bloom on Dragon Tiger Mountain

Above the flow of Years, beyond the Celestial Realms and all of existence.

Houtu was absolutely fuming. She had been randomly attacked by this Lame Daoist for no reason, and her eyes were turning red.

"Fine. Just fine."

Instead of anger, she laughed.

"Shangqing, are you trying to start a true war between Dao Fruits!"

The Lame Daoist rolled his eyes with a grin.

"Not at all."

"Then why are you doing this!" Houtu snapped.

The Lame Daoist just kept suppressing Houtu with the Immortal Slaying Sword Array, a wide grin on his face as he said:

"I’m just a barbarian!"

Houtu’s expression froze, and then she flew into a thunderous rage.

Her almond-shaped brows furrowed. She held the Reincarnation of all realms in one hand and suppressed the Six Paths of all worlds with the other. A great light of annihilation shot toward the Lame Daoist, only to be casually and effortlessly dispelled by him.

It couldn’t be helped. Houtu commanded Reincarnation and held dominion over life and death, but the Lame Daoist was the personification of Nirvana, the End, and Death itself. To him, the turning of Reincarnation and the ebb and flow of the Six Paths were nothing but a vibrant spectacle of life.

After chuckling mockingly for a moment, the Lame Daoist said with a smile:

"My Lady, why be so agitated? Why lower yourself to the level of a barbarian like me..."

Before he could finish, the Lame Daoist’s expression froze.

He sensed that his Qing Ping Sword had appeared in the Human World again.

’That rascal, what is he doing?!’

’If he attracts the attention of the other Dao Fruits, that brat is in big trouble!’

The Lame Daoist’s expression flickered with uncertainty before returning to calm. He sensed that Haotian seemed to be helping conceal it, so it hadn’t yet drawn the gazes of All Daoist Fruits. But just in case...

He immediately steeled himself. The Four Immortal Slaying Swords transformed into four Heaven-Reaching Divine Mountains, pinning Houtu down. A small hammer appeared in his hand.

Endless Innate Great Thunder coursed over it, containing the hidden transformations of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water. He then hurled it not at Houtu, but at the two Great Buddhas who were enjoying the show from afar.

Caught completely off guard, the two Buddhas, who had been happily enjoying the drama, were struck squarely.

The two Buddhas had fleshy topknots on their heads, like little bumps. One would form for every End they weathered.

They had a hundred and eight in total, symbolizing one hundred and eight Ends.

But now, with that single strike, their one hundred and eight topknots had become one hundred and nine...

Seeing this, the Lame Daoist chuckled.

"Heh, look at that! You two just weathered another End for free!"

"Shangqing!"

The Great Buddha holding the Western Pure Land winced in pain. He touched the new little lump on his head; inside it, Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water roiled violently, refusing to subside!

The damage was minimal, but the insult was immense.

The two Buddha Lords roared with fury. One hurled the entire Western Pure Land at him, while the other swung a colossal tree down upon his head.

The Lame Daoist didn’t dodge or evade. He just sighed.

"If I don’t descend into Hell, who will?"

Faced with three Dao Fruits, three Enlightened Ones working together, the Lame Daoist tucked his tail and ran. As he fled, he shouted back over his shoulder:

"Your weapons may be potent, but if I choose to flee, what can you do to me?"

This enraged the three Dao Fruits even further. They each used their own abilities to encircle, pursue, and intercept him. The escape techniques the Lame Daoist had specifically cultivated recently to deal with the Supreme now came in handy.

He leaped and bounded through the Great Chaos, weaving through a thousand Slaughter Techniques without a scratch.

As he fled, the Lame Daoist chanted in his mind:

’My good disciple, see how much more I do for you than that Supreme?’

.........

「North Sea.」

The waves surged, and the tides churned.

By the shore, a fisherman looked up, his jaw agape. He watched a flash of sword light streak across the sky, saw the clouds gradually split apart, and churn into a celestial chasm.

A Divine Fish lurked beneath the surface, its expression shifting as it stared at the enormous Celestial Palace plummeting from the heavens amid billowing smoke and dust.

’The Central Celestial Court... What happened? This should be the time of the Peach of Immortality Feast. This scene never occurred in history.’

It seemed lost in thought. A profound, vast light appeared in its two eyes, which were as large as cities. After a long moment of contemplation, the Divine Fish leaped from the water, raising a colossal wave ten thousand miles high as its enormous body began to transform.

Massive wings sprouted and unfurled. They struck the North Sea, shaking the entire ocean so violently that the Dragon Palace on the seabed began to show signs of collapse!

Inside the Dragon Palace, the new North Sea Dragon King, Ao Shun, was terrified.

"It’s that Existence... It has left the sea!"

As he spoke, the great beast that had leaped from the sea, transformed from Divine Fish to Divine Peng, let its wings hang low against the sky. Then, with a mighty flap that sent a thirty-thousand-mile-high wave surging toward the heavens, the Divine Peng itself shot skyward!

"Oh, heavens..."

The fisherman collapsed to the ground, staring dumbly as the sky-soaring Kunpeng blotted out every inch of the Celestial Vault from sight. He swallowed hard, trembling, and fell to his knees to pray.

At the same time, the Kunpeng reached the heavens in an instant. It transformed again, this time into the form of an imposing Celestial Monarch. With a single step, it entered the Celestial Gate, the gust of wind it created sending the Four Great Celestial Kings tumbling from the clouds.

With another step, the Kunpeng arrived before the ruins of the Celestial Palace.

The ruins were shrouded in thick Chaos Qi, obscuring the situation within. A crowd of Immortals and Buddhas, who had come for the Peach of Immortality Feast, had gathered around.

The Kunpeng, in its guise as an imposing Celestial Monarch, listened to the discussions among these Immortals and Buddhas and gradually pieced together what had happened.

’Profound Yellow Emperor...’ he thought. He had never heard this name before; it didn’t exist in the original history.

’Is this a move by one of the Dao Fruits?’

As he pondered, a change occurred in the heavens beyond. The Stars of the Celestial Sphere began to turn, simultaneously unleashing their killing intent. Amid the startled cries of the assembled Immortal Gods, this killing intent and the starlight converged, twisting together to form a sword that came streaking down!

"Ziwei’s power!" The Kunpeng’s expression changed. It was all too familiar with this technique; it had once been struck and left in a sorry state by this very same Killing Skill.

’Things are getting interesting. Even that fellow Ziwei is using a Killing Skill. And according to these little ones, the Queen Mother herself kicked them out... What in the world is happening in there?’

As it wondered to itself, the Kunpeng’s gaze sharpened, and a faint, imperceptible divine light emanated from its eyes.