Chapter 327 - Chapter 327: Chapter 47: The Xuanhuang Pagoda, the Supreme Riding the Ox

Chapter 327: Chapter 47: The Xuanhuang Pagoda, the Supreme Riding the Ox

The vast and lofty Guang Han Palace manifested in the high sky, and the power of icy deathly stillness immediately spread out.

Wu Cheng suddenly felt as if the void surrounding him had frozen, like he was trapped in a swamp, making it extremely difficult to move his body or manipulate his mana.

Yet, he did not panic, still wearing a smile, he said, “The manifestation technique of the ancient Guang Han Dao’s divine palace that freezes the void and imprisons the enemy, I have long heard of its great name. But now that I see it… it seems somewhat underwhelming!”

No sooner had these words fallen…

Boom!

A tremendous explosion sounded, and Wu Cheng’s body suddenly burst forth with layers of black storm, grinding the seemingly frozen void into shreds, creating a frightfully terrible spatial tempest that surged toward the Guang Han Palace above.

Wu Cheng regained his freedom of movement, and as he launched an attack amidst the roiling space storm, his figure flashed, instantly reaching Cheng Jianjian.

“What a stunning beauty you are, but alas, you have chosen the wrong place, and sided with the wrong person!” His eyes brimmed with killing intent as he raised his hand, which instantly transformed into a tiger’s paw as large as a fan, and swung it down towards Cheng Jianjian.

The power of this palm strike was extraordinarily terrifying. As it swung, it wove a pitch-black storm into itself; it was no longer merely the power of Divine Soul visualization.

It held within it the force of laws, and for cultivators who have not yet reached the Heavenly Heart Realm, such laws are akin to divine will—under normal circumstances, nearly impossible to resist.

This is also why cultivators in the Heavenly Heart Realm are regarded as having undergone an essential elevation of life and are called land immortals.

But Cheng Jianjian was no ordinary cultivator. Her realm, her insight, her vision were far beyond what any ordinary True Form Realm cultivator of this world could compare.

Faced with Wu Cheng’s formidable attack of mana and true body, she remained cool and collected, forming a seal with her hands, and immediately a golden light enveloped her, blocking the force of Wu Cheng’s palm strike.

At the same time, the true form of the Guang Han Palace, which was almost shattered by the pitch-black spatial tempest, suddenly burst forth with golden light, expanding significantly in an instant and appearing even more lofty and dominant as though it had the authority to tower over the heavens and suppress all.

Despite not having reached the Heavenly Heart Realm, the very image of this palace seemed to already weave supreme Taoist charm, making it feel naturally supreme above all.

“What?” Wu Cheng was stunned at the sight. He did not recognize the palace, but he could feel the terrible power and supreme Taoist charm within it, “How is this possible, a mere True Form… What kind of True Form is this?!”

And while he was still in disbelief, the magnificent and splendid palace, seemingly the abode of the Heavenly Emperor, began its counterattack.

With just a forward thrust, it shattered the rampant spatial storm, smoothed the chaotic void as if it was nothing, suppressed it, and restored peace.

Wu Cheng’s attack was completely neutralized.

The palace then descended gracefully, returning to stand behind Cheng Jianjian.

“Suppress!”

As the palace returned, Cheng Jianjian cried out sharply, changing the hand seals, and her eyes emitted an exceedingly brilliant and dazzling golden light.

She herself seemed like the Heavenly Emperor stepping out from the divine palace, supremely noble, and with just one step forward, miraculous visions erupted around her, with flowers raining from the sky and golden lotuses sprouting from the earth, as if the Heavenly Emperor were on a tour.

This was not a technique of this world but rather the Sect Fifth Rank Taoist Formulas recorded in the “Jade Sky Lingxu Sutra,” a secret transmission from the Pure Yang Palace’s Jade Qiong Peak.

“Heavenly Emperor Strides Through the Void!”

Its original purpose was to manifest an image of the Heavenly Emperor, stepping out from the Jade Sky divine palace, suppressing the void, rendering the enemy unable to escape.

However, in this world, the rules and principles of techniques had changed, and Cheng Jianjian made some adjustments to her execution to primarily showcase the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor and target the spirit.

Indeed, the results were outstanding.

In the midst of these incredibly supernatural phenomena, Wu Cheng’s spirit was indeed shaken, and for a moment, the thought surfaced in his mind—this adversary is invincible; I should retreat.

However, Wu Cheng, after all, was a Demon King who had cultivated for hundreds of years, a being on par with a cultivator of the Human Race’s Heavenly Heart Realm, an Immortal of the land, and he quickly regained his senses.

At the same moment he came to, the Jade Sky Palace behind Cheng Jianjian crumbled; her entire essence, energy, and spirit plummeted, her complexion turned as pale as paper, and her breath became faint, almost as if she were at death’s door.

After all, no matter how mysterious and powerful the techniques, she was ultimately only equivalent to a cultivator of the True Form Realm. The fact that she could cast a spell that bewildered a Demon King akin to the Heavenly Heart Realm, even if only for a moment, was an extraordinarily difficult feat, truly extraordinary and shocking to the world.

“Damnable woman, I will tear you apart!” Wu Cheng roared with fury, his murderous intent raging like a storm. He had never thought he would suffer at the hands of a mere True Form Realm cultivator.

A moment of distraction might seem brief, but had this occurred in a battle among peers, he would already be dead without a place for his body to lay.

Damn it!

But just as Wu Cheng was about to continue his attack on Cheng Jianjian, he suddenly felt the void behind him become oppressively heavy.

“Has the State Preceptor forgotten about my existence?” Zhou Heng said with a cold laugh as he flew out of the tavern, hovering in the air. He raised his right hand high and fiercely swung it downward.

Boom!

An earth-shattering roar erupted as if the void had been pierced. A golden seal the size of a palm fell from the sky like a comet, smashing directly onto Wu Cheng’s forehead.

Bang!

Before Wu Cheng could recover, he was toppled by the stamp, falling from mid-air, and only managed to stop himself from crashing to the ground at the last moment.

Before he could regain his composure, however, another seal of the same size and power fell from the sky and slammed onto the top of his head.

Boom!

This time, Wu Cheng truly fell to the ground, lying in the dirt, his once majestic State Preceptor’s robes now covered in dust.

“Aghhh!!” Wu Cheng roared as he tried to get up and counterattack.

However, before his roar ended, another golden seal fell from the sky and landed squarely on his face.

With this stamp, Wu Cheng’s face was flattened on impact. His nose caved in, his whole head deformed, the crown of his skull cracked open, and brain matter oozed out.

Then nine more seals followed one after another, golden light shimmering between them, and with continuing roars, each one struck Wu Cheng’s body.

In just a moment, the grand State Preceptor of Liang Country was battered to a bloody pulp, his human form barely recognizable.

Only then could Cheng Jianjian catch her breath, regain some strength, and fly back to Zhou Heng’s side.

Even though Wu Cheng had been battered to this extent, Zhou Heng did not let down his guard. He was well aware that the series of attacks he had just unleashed was not enough to kill a Demon King comparable to the Heavenly Heart Realm.

—The barrage of twelve golden seals was actually another application of the Overturning Heaven Seal, essentially the same old technique.

Such an attack, although it could directly crush cultivators of the Manifesting Holy Realm and even threaten those of the Heavenly Heart Realm or injure them, was incapable of killing a Heavenly Heart Realm cultivator.

For, cultivators of the Heavenly Heart Realm have essentially merged with the rules and principles of heaven and earth, and merely attacking at the superficial level is insufficient to kill such “life forms.”

One must strike from a deeper level of principles and laws.

“Hehehehe!!”

The laughter of Wu Cheng came from the deep pit created by the golden seal, the blurry mass of flesh wriggled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he had returned to his original form, seemingly unscathed.

“Quite impressive,” Cheng Jianjian commented with a smile.

“Mhm,” Zhou Heng nodded and said, “Extremely impressive.”

“Interesting,” Wu Cheng floated slowly out of the deep pit, rising into the air, and gazed at Zhou Heng and Cheng Jianjian with a mocking look in his eyes, chuckling, “Aren’t you afraid?”

“Afraid of what?” Zhou Heng replied with a slight laugh.

“Your Highness, I’m not sure what you experienced in the past few months that made you so audacious, but…” Wu Cheng’s smile disappeared, “to be enemies with me is to seek your own death!”

“I have walked many paths in life, but have never walked a road to death,” Zhou Heng shook his head and said to Wu Cheng, “On the contrary, it is you who is steadily marching towards your death.”

“Is that so?” Wu Cheng sneered and said, “I hope Your Highness can maintain such composure after seeing this sword. Ha, you might be dead by that time.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the hundred-zhang tall Daoist figure that had materialized behind him made a move.

The giant Daoist figure reached towards the void with a hand, and within moments, the natural energy of heaven and earth within dozens of miles was gathered, forming a pitch-black giant sword that looked capable of cleaving heaven and earth itself.

Upon this giant sword, Zhou Heng could feel an immensely powerful, highly concentrated force of destruction, as if the mighty heavens intended to deliver punishment, annihilating all that existed on earth.

Such a terrifying force was usually considered the pinnacle of strength in a world where Daoist gods were absent, with the Heavenly Heart Realm at its peak.

The terrifying power condensed in the giant sword was not only palpable to Zhou Heng but even the common folk in the Capital City of Liang Country felt an immense fear, with many kneeling down and ceaselessly kowtowing to the State Preceptor.

Meanwhile, in front of the Qin Zheng Hall within the Imperial Palace,

Emperor Ye Feng of Liang Country looked on in disbelief at the immense Daoist figure in the distance and the pitch-black great sword that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, muttering to himself,

“This is the power of an Immortal Master, this… is a cultivator. Such power… why can’t I possess it? Why can’t I?!”

At this moment, it was as if the heaven and earth had fallen silent, as if within the high expanse of the universe, only this pitch-black great sword and the figure of the hundred-zhang Daoist remained.

Besides those, everything else seemed poised to be washed away, destroyed!

Wu Cheng looked down from his elevated position at Zhou Heng and Cheng Jianjian and smiled, “Your Highness, and the heir of the Guang Han Dao, I admire the courage of you both, but sadly, courage cannot be exchanged for power.”

With that, he gently raised a finger and then swiped downwards, declaring sternly, “You, should die!!”

ZZZZZT!

The pitch-black Longsword swung, stirring massive amounts of natural energy from heaven and earth. The high skies and clouds were forcibly cleft in twain, and in an instant, the sky darkened, the sun and moon were devoid of light, as if all luminance was absorbed and extinguished by this pitch-black Longsword.

The terrifying power of destruction enveloped every direction, and everyone in the Capital City was plunged into extreme fear, despairingly looking up at the sky.

“Two humans who don’t know whether they’re dead or alive! Die!” Wu Cheng’s roar shook the wilderness; the heavens and earth fell into darkness.

And in this deep darkness, suddenly, a golden light began to ascend.

A great Bodhisattva soared from Zhou Heng’s side, standing atop a dragon and elephant, draped in golden light, charging towards the Pitch-Black Great Sword that seemed capable of destroying everything.

This great Bodhisattva was immensely mighty and unyieldingly strong, embodying profound wisdom and great power. As it collided, ten dragons and ten elephants soared, and the sound of Buddhist chanting echoed through heaven and earth.

The Great Power Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva reveals!

However, faced with Wu Cheng’s descending Pitch-Black Great Sword, this golden-bodied Bodhisattva seemed like a clay statue, cleaved into two the moment it made contact. The dark Sword Qi stirred it into a cloud of golden dust that scattered into the void.

It didn’t manage to offer even the slightest defense.

“A nice visualization technique, pity the practice isn’t perfect, yet you still have to die.” Wu Cheng sneered, quietly watching Zhou Heng and Cheng Jianjian, awaiting their deaths.

Zhou Heng, however, remained unfazed, his eyes serenely watching the Pitch-Black Great Sword continue its descent as if he had given up on resisting or even dodging.

But just as the Pitch-Black Great Sword, wrapped in an intense power of destruction, was about to strike, he suddenly moved, raising his hand to gently push his coronet.

In an instant, the void seemed to solidify, and even the Pitch-Black Great Sword experienced a momentary halt. A stream of black and yellow energy burst forth from the top of Zhou Heng’s head.

Entwining the black and yellow energy, harboring the universe, encompassing everything, it seemed to contain the origins of the Tao, the root of all laws, the beginning of all things in heaven and earth.

Right after, the phantom of a pagoda condensed into shape, layer upon layer stacking up, soaring straight to the heavens, and shockingly, it collided head-on with the Pitch-Black Great Sword slashing through the sky.

“Seeking death!” Wu Cheng snorted coldly.

Boom!

The Pitch-Black Great Sword struck the pagoda phantom, emitting a deafening roar.

Zhou Heng stood unharmed, with only the pagoda phantom trembling slightly, strands of the black and yellow energy falling like garlands, rendering the attack of the Pitch-Black Great Sword completely ineffective.

Instead, the Pitch-Black Great Sword itself appeared to have suffered a strong backlash, cracking inch by inch, collapsing and breaking in an instant, turning into streaks of black light that dispersed.

“How is this possible?” Wu Cheng couldn’t believe it.

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“What’s so impossible,” Zhou Heng laughed and said, “This is just an appetizer. Now, there’s another move for the State Preceptor to experience.”

With that, he pushed his coronet again, causing Wu Cheng’s heart to race.

Immediately, a stream of clear Qi soared out from the top of Zhou Heng’s head, passing the shadow of the black and yellow pagoda and flying into the sky.

The moment this clear Qi erupted, the heavenly earth’s energy seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, naturally congealing into a Tai Chi Diagram, suspended high above.

At the same time, the stream of clear Qi also took shape, transforming into the figure of an elder riding a green ox.