Chapter 327: The Fall of Wrathful Maha

Chapter 327: The Fall of Wrathful Maha

At the northernmost point of Yue State, there was a towering peak that pierced the clouds. The mountain range stretched endlessly, grand and majestic. However, the highest point of the mountain had been cleaved by a sword, leaving a smooth and flat surface, creating an inexplicable sense of discomfort.

On the flat surface of the peak, a man in a white robe lounged with his feet up, half-reclined in the mist, holding a sword in his arms. The sword had a wooden scabbard which was unremarkable in appearance. The man's face was shrouded in fog, making his features indistinguishable.

The piercing cold wind at the mountain summit was bone-chilling, yet he wore a simple white robe, idly toying with the jade pendant on his sword. He murmured to himself, "Wrathful Maha..."

From below, a woman in flowing robes ascended, her hair neatly combed and styled. Mana light shimmered around her, and her crystal hair ornaments sparkled with extraordinary brilliance. She descended with a radiant glow and greeted gently, "Shangyuan."

"Hmm," Daoist Master Shangyuan responded, staring into the distance as if he could see through the layers of mist to the situation at Mount Bianyan.

"The Wrathful Form is about to die... This grand feast should come to an end. Pity the millions who perished in Xu State, not even causing a ripple," he commented nonchalantly.

The woman's brows furrowed slightly, and she sighed. "Indeed... From the Buddhist cultivators advancing east to the great battle in Xu State and now to the siege of the Wrathful Maha, it has been a grand feast. Three Mahas from the Seven Dao have journeyed through fate and gathered their mounts. Two members of the demon clan have become great demons. We have reclaimed our territory, eliminated the unstable Wrathful Form, and everyone benefited. Things should settle down now."

As the woman spoke, a golden light shone in the distance. Chains emerged from the void, binding the Wrathful Maha's golden body. As the Wrathful Maha roared to the heavens, Daoist Master Shangyuan raised an eyebrow and said softly, "Golden Bridge Lock."

The woman focused her gaze and replied, "Indeed. The dharma relic bestowed by the immortal mansion to that Qingyuan Pristine Water True Monarch for his past meritorious service... It seems the True Monarch intends to annihilate him completely, leaving no trace of his true spirit."

Upon hearing this, the mist on Daoist Master Shangyuan's face swirled, as if he were struggling to contain something. Suddenly, he spoke with deep hatred in his voice, saying, "Old scoundrel, one day I will tear apart his immortal body, shatter his golden core, and make him taste..."

"Shangyuan!"

The woman's face turned pale with shock. She hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and whispered, "No matter what... he is still a Golden Core Realm cultivator! You cannot speak so recklessly."

"Hmm," Daoist Master Shangyuan composed himself, nodding as if nothing had happened. His dharma eyes watched the cultivator who had fallen into the forest until he landed safely. It was only then did Daoist Master Shangyuan pat the sword in his arms and said, "I will go take a look."

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Mount Bianyan.

The sky was filled with dense chains and intertwining golden light. The dharma relic blazed with the intensity of a thousand suns, exuding an invincible aura. It effortlessly cut through the golden ribbons on the Wrathful Maha, coiling around his bronze skin and producing sizzling noises.

"Gwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh...!"

The golden chains of the dharma relic seared the Wrathful Maha as if they were imbued with a unique power, leaving charred marks on his once beautiful skin. The excruciating pain caused the Maha to howl in agony.

"It's you..." The Wrathful Maha gazed at him in disbelief, his lantern-sized eyes fixed straight ahead. As his anger dissipated, his overwhelming aura diminished to a little stream. Daoist Master Shangyuan slowly drew his sword.

Clang!

The long sword was unsheathed. The falling leaves stopped mid-air, and the birds fell from the sky. The world was enveloped in a single, brilliant flash of white light.

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BOOM!

In Duanchen Temple, far away in the Zhao State, an old abbot was silently striking the wooden bell under the statue of the Wrathful Vajra. Suddenly, a series of ear-piercing sounds echoed through the temple. The old abbot was stunned, raising his head shakily.

Cracks appeared all over the statue of the Wrathful Vajra before him, starting from the neck. With a thunderous crash, the statue shattered into pieces, falling to the ground in a chaotic scatter.

"The Maha... has fallen..."

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On Yunmo Cliff in Zhao State, the brownish-yellow wind howled. A group of monks walked in a line below the cliff. Countless statues of the Wrathful Vajra, each with a different form—some holding short rods, others riding tigers, leopards, or dragons—stretched for hundreds of li, presenting a spectacular sight.

The lead monk held a torch, illuminating each statue and wiping them down. Suddenly, he looked up in confusion.

Crack, crack, crack...

The eyes of the highest Wrathful Vajra statue shattered with a loud bang. Tiny stone fragments rained down, covering the monk's head and face.

"How... is this possible... How is this possible?!"

The monks scattered like headless chickens, pushing and crying as if the sky itself were collapsing. The sound of the breaking statues resonated through the air, turning into a sea of shattered limbs and debris amidst the cries.

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Similar events were happening in Xu State's underground cave and Beiliang's Buddhist Grotto.

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Wrathful Subduer of the Four Demon Emperors Form, the Ninth Maha Reincarnate, fell at Zhenhui Temple on Mount Bianyan.