Chapter 326: Dharma Relic

Chapter 326: Dharma Relic

Drip, drip.

The colorful lights of the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators rose through the rain. Each Daoist Master held their dharma artifact, their expressions varied—some calm, some filled with pity, others complex. Their divine abilities interconnected seamlessly, leaving no gaps between them.

"Nine Daoist Masters..."

The Wrathful Maha glared with his golden eyes, attempting to activate his metallic essence discreetly, only to find that the void was intricately linked, with a grand formation already set up to prevent his escape. His heart was instantly filled with a mix of shock and fury.

"You... you all... plotted against me?"

The Wrathful Maha's handsome face twisted, his body heating up, steam rising from his being. His well-defined back glistened with sweat as his deep golden eyes stared angrily at the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators.

With a twisted smile, he shouted in rage, "I see... I was too preoccupied to notice that something was amiss. You must have been planning this for a long time... No wonder... No wonder!"

The nine beams of colorful light each displayed different forms but stood firm, blocking his way without the slightest concession.

"Azure Pond Sect... Golden Feather Sect... Changxiao Gate... Purple Smoke Gate... Golden Tang Gate... Excellent! You are all here!" The Wrathful Maha roared maniacally, his voice causing the surrounding forest to bend and animals to bow. The oppressive aura thickened, his presence growing ever more powerful.

As the Wrathful Maha faced off against the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators, Li Tongya kneeled on the ground. The overwhelming pressure forced him to stay low, crawling carefully and painfully slowly. Blood continued to pour from the wound in his abdomen, dripping steadily into the rainwater.

Hiss...

Li Tongya took a deep breath, performing a hand seal and using the last of his mana to form a water membrane, covering the gaping hole in his abdomen. Using the Qingche Sword for support, he inched toward Li Xuanling's remains.

"Ling'er..."

Daoist Master Tianyuan's artifact blocked the Wrathful Maha's attack easily. He said gently, "Monk, you are just one step away from becoming a Dharma Master. Under normal circumstances, we could not defeat you... But now that you have been possessed by a reincarnate and lost your thread of fate, you are much weaker!"

"Weaker..?"

The Wrathful Maha's eyes gleamed even more brilliantly with gold, showing no fear as he looked around at the Purple Mansion Realm cultivators. His immense voice thundered through the air.

"Ridiculous! Do you know what the Wrathful Subduer of the Four Demon Emperors truly is?"

The Wrathful Maha stomped heavily, making a swallowing motion. His teeth, large as human heads, gleamed sharply. Golden light spewed from his throat, scattering in the torrential rain, and transforming into various shapes upon landing.

They turned into monks wielding short rods, arhats entwined with serpent dragons, children, tigers, wolves, foxes, and snakes—all flying through the air and forming formations. The sky was filled with figures, all glaring angrily.

"So, you have mastered the Wrathful Form of Subduing Evil of the Heaven and Earth... It seems you are the closest to becoming a Dharma Master among the Buddhist cultivators. No wonder you are so confident!" Daoist Master Tianyuan praised, yet remained unafraid.

He smiled and continued, "In these centuries, I have not seen a more talented Buddhist cultivator than yourself. It is a pity your mind is filled with twisted ideas of purging worldly filth with wrathful fire, making you mad and wasting your talent. If only you were more reasonable and cooperative with the Seven Dao of Buddhism in the north, you would not have ended up like this..."

The Wrathful Maha, sensing Daoist Master Tianyuan's calm demeanor, felt a growing sense of unease. Speculation began forming in his heart. Daoist Master Tianyuan laughed as he clasped his hands together and performed a hand seal, saying, "I respectfully invite the dharma relic to appear!"

Clang...

As Diaost Master Tianyuan spoke, the clear and unmistakable sound of metal chains echoed through the sky. Black chains emerged from the void, stretching across the heavens, descending upon the Wrathful Maha. They interlinked and branched out, creating hundreds of offshoots, darkening the sky.

The Wrathful Maha finally showed fear, his golden patterns glowing brightly as he tried to evade the chains.

But the dharma relic was inescapable, binding him tightly. The Wrathful Maha screamed wildly, shouting in rage, "A dharma relic... It is a dharma relic... Which True Monarch is it?"