I Have A Sword-Chapter 1291: Transcendence

In an instant, everyone's cultivation base was raised by one full realm!

An overwhelming surge of energy erupted across the battlefield, sweeping across everything like a tidal wave. The spacetime in the starry skies blurred, seemingly on the verge of collapse under the immense pressure.

Every cultivator present was utterly stunned.

Huangu Tian and Taixuan You were in shock as well. They were completely at a loss for words. They were propelled directly into the Pinnacle Dao Realm, but they became Peak Pinnacle Dao Realm experts!

Their entire clan had also ascended a full realm.

Silence filled the battlefield, but it was quickly replaced by sheer ecstasy.

The cultivators erupted in wild cheers, and their roars shook the skies.

This was a miracle for those who had been stuck in a bottleneck for centuries and could only wait for their inevitable death. They had never imagined that in a single moment, they would break through the bottleneck.

For them, a breakthrough was akin to being granted a new lease on life.

One after another, cultivators knelt in reverence, bowing toward the sky. In their hearts, the Ancestral Dao was now no different from a deity, and their faith in it became absolute.

Standing below, Emperor Jun calmly observed the scene. His expression remained indifferent, and his eyes were devoid of any emotions. He stood there, unmoving, like an immovable mountain.

"Kill." A voice echoed from the heavens.

Hearing the voice of the Ancestral Dao, a cultivator suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha, a Dao Defier? Come, let me see what you're made of!"

With that, he shot down from the sky like a comet, his power distorting the spacetime around him. The cultivators brimmed with confidence, all thanks to their newfound strength.

Emperor Jun looked up and raised a single fist.

Boom!

The oncoming cultivator was reduced to mere dust.

He was killed instantly!

A chilling silence swept through the battlefield.

The overwhelming excitement that had consumed the cultivators was instantly extinguished. It was like a bucket of cold water was poured on a raging fire.

Emperor Jun's gaze swept across the gathered cultivators.

"Next," he said calmly.

The words hung in the air, suffocating.

No one dared step forward.

Just then, a low chuckle broke the silence.

Huangu Tian stepped forward, smiling. "Allow me."

With a single step, the spacetime before him rippled like water, and in an instant, boundless Ancestral Dao power converged on him. Then, he took another step forward.

Boom!

The gathered power coalesced into a colossal hand, stretching across the sky before slamming downward with unstoppable force.

This was no ordinary attack; it was a fusion of Huangu Tian's own power and the Ancestral Dao's power. As soon as the hand descended, spacetime itself shattered, layer by layer.

The cultivators instinctively retreated in the face of the attack's overwhelming power.

Meanwhile, Emperor Jun stood motionless with his hands clasped behind his back. He stared at the oncoming attack without the slightest change in expression. Moments later, he clenched his right hand into a fist.

Boom!

A terrifying will erupted from within him, shooting skyward.

The colossal hand shattered instantly. Emperor Jun's will tore through it like a divine spear before heading straight for Huangu Tian. High above, Huangu Tian's eyes narrowed. His right hand flicked downward, summoning a torrent of Ancestral Dao power to block the attack.

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But it was useless...

Emperor Jun's will pierced the attack and sent Huangu Tian flying.

His mount, a massive celestial dragon, was caught in the shockwave. With a mournful screech, it disintegrated into nothingness.

Watching from the sidelines, Taixuan You's Star-Moving Ape trembled violently and staggered backward in terror.

Taixuan You's face darkened, and his heart was gripped with fear.

Huangu Tian flew backward for hundreds of thousands of meters before finally coming to a halt. As he steadied himself, a thin trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth.

He wiped it away as he stared at Emperor Jun in disbelief.

Before his breakthrough, he was already the strongest expert in a Tier Ten Civilization. After reaching the peak of the Pinnacle Dao Realm, his strength had multiplied several times over. And yet, he was still defeated in a single blow?

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Just how strong was this Dao Defier?

The Nine Continents Master studied Emperor Jun, and his eyes flickered with complex emotions.

Dao Defiers walked a path of defying the Great Dao. They relied solely on their own strength, refusing to borrow the power of the Great Dao. Their journey was far more difficult than those following the natural order.

However, if they succeeded, they would surpass everyone else.

Huangu Tian's defeat sent another wave of unease rippling through the battlefield.

Who else would dare face Emperor Jun? How about attacking him together?

Just then, a calm Buddhist chant echoed across the battlefield. "Amitabha."

The cultivators turned and saw an old monk.

He was the Abbot of the Grand Zen Monastery.

The old Abbot's gaze landed on Emperor Jun, and his hands were pressed together in prayer.

"Emperor Jun, it's been a while."

Emperor Jun smiled faintly. "I wasn't expecting you."

The old Abbot nodded. "The world is ever-changing."

Emperor Jun chuckled. "I've always been curious about your strength. Back then, out of respect, I never asked to fight you. Today, however, we no longer have such restraints."

The old Abbot bowed slightly. "I was thinking the same thing."

With a single step, the two vanished into a separate realm—the Other Shore.

This was a world that the old Abbot had forged by himself using the essence of Buddhist scriptures. Countless sacred texts streaked across the sky, creating what looked like a golden ocean of enlightenment.

Emperor Jun looked around. "A self-forged path of Buddhism, and it does not contain any traces of the Ancestral Dao's power... Interesting."

He thought the old Abbot was standing behind the Ancestral Dao, borrowing its Great Dao. However, he was clearly mistaken. The old Abbot wasn't a follower of the Great Dao. So why has he chosen to take the Ancestral Dao's side?

The old Abbot pressed his hands together. "Emperor Jun, shall we?"

Emperor Jun's smile deepened. "Come."

With a single step, the Other Shore's spacetime trembled and distorted, seemingly struggling to contain his existence.

The old Abbot whispered, "The Immovable Dharma."

Boom!

A pillar of Buddhist light crashed into the world, stabilizing the chaotic spacetime.

The Immovable Dharma was a technique beyond the Eighteen Paths of Enlightenment. A fusion of nineteen perceptions, fourteen sacred seals, and nineteen scriptural glyphs. It was capable of stabilizing an entire dimension, rendering it impervious to all harm.

"Hahaha." Emperor Jun chuckled as he sized up the stabilizing world. "Now this is getting interesting."

The old Abbot pressed his palms together before reciting an ancient Buddhist scripture. "To depart is to be free from the suffering of lingering nights; to arrive is to endure the torment of the Three Realms. Yet in the midst of suffering, if one remembers the Buddhas and seeks rebirth in the Pure Land, they shall ascend in the flames of rebirth..."

Boom!

As soon as the old Abbot uttered the final syllable, crimson flames erupted across the Other Shore.

The Flames of Rebirth!

Once sins and merits were weighed, the cycle of rebirth would continue.

The Flames of Rebirth swept toward Emperor Jun. They weren't made from the power of the Ancestral Dao; they were the collective will of sentient beings seeking rebirth.

The old Abbot had transformed their collective will into his Dharma, transforming it into a grand divine spell. Those caught in it would have their soul utterly annihilated.

"Hahaha!" Emperor Jun laughed. "Old monk, you've created such a unique Dao with Buddhist teachings alone. That is truly impressive."

Emperor Jun extended his right hand and gently clenched his fingers. A mysterious energy radiated from his fist, and the moment it touched the raging Flames of Rebirth, they turned illusory as if they no longer existed.

A glimmer of complexity flashed in the old Abbot's eyes.

"So that's the unique power of a Dao Defier..." he muttered and stepped forward before chanting a solemn Buddhist incantation. Moments later, every scripture inscribed in the Other Shore ignited into flames.

Then, the old Abbot closed his eyes and muttered, "What is known as 'paramita'? It is a term from the Western lands, and it means 'arriving at the other shore.' To transcend birth and death is its meaning. Bound to the mortal realm, one is tossed by the waves like water at the shore. Free from worldly attachments, one flows on eternally, like a river reaching the far side..."

Boom!

The old Abbot's fleshly body and soul suddenly ignited, erupting into a golden light. The blazing scriptures merged with him, reinforcing the spacetime within the battlefield.

As long as one was bound by the mortal world, one would suffer from its rise and fall. As long as one was free from any attachments, one would go beyond transcendence.

A sacrifice of the self—the ultimate declaration of devotion to his Dharma!

Emperor Jun's laughter faded away. His face darkened as he stared at the burning Abbot.

"You're willing to sacrifice your entire cultivation base and your unfathomable mastery of the Buddhist Dao just to trap me here? Old monk, what did the Ancestral Dao promise you?

"Why are you willing to go as far as to give up everything?"

The old Abbot's fate was sealed, and it was either death and vanishing into oblivion or becoming a cripple. His mastery of Buddhism would be lost forever, and he would be reduced to nothing but a shell of his former self.

The old Abbot pressed his palms together and smiled. "If I do not enter hell, who will?"

Emperor Jun's eyes narrowed, and a sudden unease crept into his heart. To make matters worse, it was growing stronger by the second.

While Emperor Jun was trapped in the Other Shore, an ethereal voice echoed from the heavens.

"Kill."

The Ancestral Dao had spoken!

"Slaughter them! Wipe out these defiers!" the cultivators roared in unison and charged toward the Heavenly Tomb World.