The Jiazi Great Calamity had been raging for days, and Haotian could no longer sit still.
The Heavenly Court's immortal soldiers formed ranks across the Nine Heavens under his personal command, with the Buddhas of the Buddhist Sect close behind. Heaven and earth formed a net, aimed directly at Julu.
The Three Pure Ones had returned to the Prehistoric Universe beforehand, yet they still watched coldly from the sidelines.
What they wanted was to use Haotian and the Buddhist Sect to completely crush Huang Tian's delusion of contending for the Dao, firmly suppressing Taiping Dao beneath the Daoist tradition of the Three Pure Ones.
Outside Julu City, the place had long become a living hell.
The mutilated remains of soldiers were piled into hills. Black-red blood had soaked through the yellow earth, and drifting souls became ghosts, letting out miserable wails whenever the moon was full.
Zhang Jiao stood with his hair loose, leaning on the Huang Tian staff. The reserves of the Celestial Han had been utterly exhausted by him, yet the gods of the Nine Heavens and the Buddhas had arrived. He glared at them.
"This is a conflict among the human race!"
He issued a stern warning, but his words were instantly drowned out by the Buddhist Sect's vast Sanskrit chants.
Duobao Tathagata wore a gilded cassock and sat upon a six-petaled lotus platform. With one hand raised before his chest, he forcibly suppressed the bloodshed on the battlefield, speaking compassionately:
"Benefactors, lay down your butcher's knives and become Buddhas on the spot."
It sounded like kind advice, but who would fall for that...
Zhang Jiao's expression darkened as he shouted, "Is the Buddhist Sect entering the fray this time because you intend to become enemies of Taiping Dao and the Daoist Sect?"
How could he fail