It was as if boundless, endless power had met a Minghe head-on.
"Boom!"
The space within the Immortal Slaying Sword Array seemed to shake!
The savage grin on Minghe's face vanished at once, replaced by grave seriousness!
He stared coldly at Duobao, then turned to look at the other immortals of Biyou Palace.
His brows furrowed.
"I never expected your cultivation to have reached Peak Quasi-Saint... You are worthy opponents!"
Duobao remained gentle and composed.
"My fellow disciples and I will experience your Supernatural Powers, Fellow Daoist!"
Hiss!
The Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings all sucked in a breath of cold air.
The Eight Immortals of Biyou Palace were all Peak Quasi-Saints?!
Hiss!
The five Saints on the Investiture of the Gods Battlefield were equally shocked.
Duobao and the others were Peak Quasi-Saints?
Why had they been unable to see through them before?
Taishang, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti fixed their Dharma Eyes upon Tongtian.
It was as if flowers had grown on his face.
Tongtian said helplessly, "If you have any questions, Fellow Daoists, just ask."
Yuanshi smiled.
"I am convinced by Junior Brother's achievements in teaching."
"Those eight Martial Nephews, including Duobao, are Peak Quasi-Saints. Though we could not see through them, this is a good thing!"
Taishang and Nuwa both said, "Excellent!"
As Saints, it was somewhat embarrassing that they could not see through Duobao and the others' cultivation, and it also puzzled them.
But they were even more delighted!
Just as Yuanshi had said, this was the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, the Immeasurable Calamity.
Naturally, the stronger their side was, the better!
Since they could not see through Duobao and the others' cultivation, Tongtian must have used some means to conceal it.
There was nothing important about that.
Who did not have secrets?
In theory, as long as they were not interfered with by other Saints, Saints could be omniscient and omnipotent within the scope of the Heavenly Dao!
But which Saint could truly achieve omniscience and omnipotence?
Even Saints with such lofty cultivation and realms did not wish for others to know their secrets, much less Tongtian's disciples.
The Three Saints of the Mystic Gate did not care at all how Tongtian had concealed his disciples' cultivation.
But as the saying went, some rejoiced while others worried.
The two Western Saints, who had just relaxed and been overjoyed, frowned in unspoken agreement.
Zhunti said hatefully, "Tongtian... he hid things deeply!"
What had been the highest cultivation among the disciples of the Saints before this?
Peak Daluo!
No matter which Saint's lineage in the Primordial Era one looked at, that was the highest level of cultivation.
Some Saints' disciples had not even reached Peak Daluo.
Take Bhaisajyaguru and Maitreya, as well as Fairy Qingluan under Nuwa.
They were merely high-level Daluo.
They had thought everyone was the same.
Yet who could have imagined that the Eight Great True Immortals of Fortune and Virtue from Biyou Palace were each Peak Quasi-Saints!
One had to know that even outside a Saint's lineage, a Peak Quasi-Saint was an unquestionable giant of the Primordial Era.
Figures like Zhen Yuanzi, Kunpeng, and Minghe were all publicly recognized giants of the Primordial Era, Dao Ancestors of their respective domains.
Their teaching standards were all about the same, so why were Tongtian's disciples so outstanding?
Originally,
Tongtian had expelled his inferior disciples, abolished his own Saint position, dissolved the Interception Sect, and retained only a small number—more than two hundred disciples by his side.
The Saints understood.
Tongtian had used great resolve and fearless determination to sever those two hundred disciples from more than nine thousand inferior disciples.
That was to preserve their hope of attaining the Dao.
But was preserving his lineage worth paying such a tremendous price?
Now, the Saints understood.
It was completely worth it!
There was no need even to mention the other two hundred immortals in Biyou Palace.
These eight true disciples at the Peak Quasi-Saint realm alone were enough to ensure Tongtian's lineage flourished greatly!
Do not forget that they were also True Immortals of Fortune and Virtue!
Zhunti was consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred!
Tongtian's achievements in teaching did not lose to Dao Ancestor Hongjun's in the slightest.
The Heavenly Dao's Saint positions had a fixed number.
Otherwise, he believed these Eight Immortals could truly attain the Dao.
And judging by the Golden Wheels of Merit behind the Eight Immortals' heads, attaining the Dao was merely a matter of time for them.
Even if Tongtian had abolished his Saint position and dissolved the Interception Sect solely to cultivate these Eight Immortals, it would still have been an immensely profitable bargain!
The only thing the two Western Saints could not understand was this:
Why could they, as Saints, not see through the true cultivation of Biyou Palace's Eight Great Disciples?
It was unreasonable!
"It must be another one of Tongtian's schemes!" Zhunti said bitterly. Tongtian's earlier series of actions had led all the Saints to think so.
"He was probably waiting for this very moment." Zhunti sneered.
Jieyin slowly said, "Fellow Daoist Minghe is publicly recognized as one of the three greatest Quasi-Saints in the Primordial Era. Trust him."
Zhunti nodded fiercely!
Within the Immortal Slaying Sword Array,
Minghe was particularly surprised by the cultivation of Biyou Palace's Eight Great Disciples, but he was not afraid in the slightest.
A smile appeared on his face. "I never expected the Mystic Gate's Fellow Daoists to possess such profound cultivation. Excellent!"
Lu Ya, standing to the side, was nearly going mad.
He simply could not understand Minghe's logic!
The Western Teachings' disciples were trapped inside the Immortal Slaying Sword Array by Duobao.
With eight Peak Quasi-Saints guarding the Immortal Slaying Four Swords, the difficulty of breaking the array had multiplied.
What exactly was so excellent about this?
He could not see it at all!
"This is the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, the Immeasurable Calamity..." Minghe's voice was incomparably chilling. "...If I send you to your deaths within this grand array, I presume the Saints will not stop me!"
Huh?!
Lu Ya suddenly understood.
So that was what he was happy about?
The Immeasurable Calamity was meant to clear the Heavenly Dao's Karma. That was indeed the principle.
But they were eight Peak Quasi-Saints!
Could Minghe handle them alone?
Duobao could not help but laugh. Hearing Minghe's arrogant words, he did not become angry. He merely looked at Minghe with a caring gaze.
Did Minghe really think Peak Quasi-Saints were so easy to kill?
Minghe laughed loudly. "I only need to send the eight of you into Nirvana. The other Mystic Gate immortals are not worth mentioning!"
His aura surged wildly.
A boundless aura rose from Minghe's body, and all the killing intent and murderous aura within the Immortal Slaying Sword Array converged upon him.
His blood-red Daoist robe seemed to be draped in a black cloak.
Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind had originally run rampant as the four calamities within the array, yet they were now forced away without a trace by the auras emanating from eight Minghes.
The remaining Chan Jiao immortals hiding behind Duobao changed expression drastically.
Even with Duobao standing before them, they felt pressure rising from all directions.
Even the Western Teachings' disciples felt immense pressure.
They knew that Minghe was publicly recognized as one of the three greatest Quasi-Saints in the Primordial Era.
But they had never had any real concept of how powerful Minghe was!
Now, they did.
Strong!
Astonishingly strong!
The Western Teachings' immortals were greatly encouraged.
With such a formidable commander, how could they lose?
Duobao looked at the arrogant Minghe and said calmly:
"Fellow Daoist, this level is not enough!"
Huh?
Minghe's wild laughter was abruptly cut short.
Only then did he realize
that it was not just Duobao. The other true disciples of Biyou Palace looked at him as though he were an idiot.
Minghe flew into a rage and sneered. "Duobao, do not boast. Let me show you my Supernatural Powers!"
Duobao's expression did not change. He said calmly, "Very well!"
Minghe became even more furious. He made up his mind that he would make Duobao suffer—if he could make Duobao perish, that would be even better!
The other seven Minghes simultaneously raised immense auras and locked onto the Biyou Palace disciples before them—this was to prevent the great powers from rescuing Duobao.
Amid a cold laugh, Minghe suddenly threw a punch, locking onto Duobao.
A blood-colored Rainbow Escape shot forth.
It was a Rainbow Escape formed from countless Blood God Sons.
The Blood God Sons were most skilled at contaminating a cultivator's primordial spirit. Any knowledgeable cultivator would refuse to let even the slightest trace of them touch them.
Yet Duobao did not move at all.
The smile on Minghe's face became increasingly savage.
He thought angrily, You dare ignore my Blood God Sons? Then I will make you perish completely!
Duobao remained motionless. The Golden Wheel of Merit behind his head suddenly began to turn, emitting a faint halo that enveloped him.
The instant the Blood God Sons approached Duobao's body, they suddenly let out shrill screams.
Before Minghe's dumbfounded eyes, they turned entirely to ash.
Merit was the natural nemesis of the Blood God Son Great Method!
Minghe gritted his teeth. His great hand did not stop, directly locking onto Duobao.
He sealed off all ten directions—front, back, left, right, above, and below—giving Duobao no chance to maneuver or shift away.
His hand was scarlet red.
A vicious smile appeared on Minghe's face!
As long as he caught Duobao, even if Duobao possessed immeasurable Merit, he would not escape the fate of perishing!
Within the grand array's space, the Ten Thousand Immortals all stared at the battlefield between the two.
The Ten Thousand Immortals wore different expressions.
The Western Teachings hoped Minghe would succeed in a single strike.
The Chan Jiao immortals hoped Duobao could withstand Minghe.
The other seven Minghes stared intently at their respective opponents. What confused them was that
the Seven Immortals of Biyou Palace had no intention whatsoever of coming to Duobao's aid.
They were deeply puzzled. Did Biyou Palace truly believe Duobao could withstand Minghe's attack?
The answer appeared immediately.
Duobao, who had not made a move until then, suddenly moved.
He did not summon any other treasure.
Nor did he use the Immortal Slaying Sword Array.
Duobao simply threw his fist, an utterly ordinary punch.
The instant the punch flew out, the net of blockade Minghe had created could no longer hold.
It shattered in an instant.
The punch continued without slowing.
This punch collided solidly with Minghe's blood-red great hand.
Boundless gale-force winds rose from the place where the two Quasi-Saints clashed.
The Chan Jiao immortals and the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings all felt boundless pressure crash down upon them.
Two Quasi-Saints had exchanged blows with their full strength, neither holding back—at such a time, holding back meant handing one's life over to the other.
Rumble!
A deafening blast!
A figure was sent flying, crimson as blood—it was Minghe!
The Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings were dumbfounded, utterly unable to believe their eyes!
Ancestor Minghe, one of the three foremost Quasi-Saints of the Primordial Era and formerly the leader of the Demon Sect, had actually been blasted away by Duobao's punch!
Impossible!
They simply could not believe what they were seeing!
The Chan Jiao disciples' mouths went dry. Their greatest expectation for Duobao had only been that he could contend with Minghe.
Never had they imagined that Duobao would actually gain the upper hand in battle!
Wasn't this far too unbelievable?
Yet the Ten Thousand Immortals' shock was nowhere near that of the Saints!
Outside the grand formation, upon the Investiture of the Gods Battlefield, Taishang, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti spoke in unison, "Great Dao of Strength!"
The Saints' faces were filled with disbelief.
Even the Three Saints of the Mystic Gate were astonished.
As for the Two Sages of the West, their faces darkened immediately!
Duobao had entered the Quasi-Saint realm through the Great Dao of Strength!!
His Quasi-Saint law was actually the Law of Strength!!
It was no wonder the Saints were so shocked and stirred.
Since the Primordial Era had first been opened, there had been a saying regarding the rankings of the Three Thousand Great Daos:
"Time is king, space is sovereign; when Fate does not emerge, Karma reigns supreme; the Great Dao of Strength is above all!"
And the law through which Duobao had entered the Dao was the Law of Strength.
Naturally, the Saints did not believe such nonsense as the Five Supreme Laws.
They all understood that laws had no inherent superiority or inferiority; only the cultivation of those who wielded them differed.
Yet one point could not be denied.
These five Great Dao laws possessed effects in battle that other Great Dao laws found difficult to rival!
The five Saints stared fixedly at Tongtian.
They were truly convinced!
Previously, the caliber displayed by the Eight Immortals of Biyou Palace had already stunned them—Peak Quasi-Saint and True Immortal of Fortune and Virtue. Those two points alone were enough for Tongtian to boast about.
But they had never expected that his disciple's Dao-entry law would actually be the Great Dao of Strength!
The Witch Clan had the greatest authority when it came to the formidable might of the Great Dao of Strength.
It was no longer possible for Minghe to defeat Duobao!
Taishang, Yuanshi, and Nuwa immediately relaxed, smiles appearing on their faces.
No wonder Tongtian had been so confident. He actually possessed such a trump card!
Good, excellent!
In this immeasurable calamity, the Mystic Gate had won!
The Two Sages of the West wore extremely ugly expressions.
Tongtian had hidden Duobao so deeply?
Truly detestable!
"In this Investiture of the Gods Calamity, the Western Teachings are in trouble!" The Two Sages of the West made a clear judgment!
With Duobao standing guard before them,
how could they possibly break the formation?
Duobao alone could hold back at least two Minghes.
And that was only if Minghe defeated the other seven Quasi-Saints first.
Could a battle between those of the same realm truly be decided so easily?
The Two Sages of the West had the greatest authority to speak on this matter!
They were Saints, true enough, but honestly speaking, their cultivation was at the bottom among the Heavenly Dao Saints.
Yet even though their cultivation was lower than that of the other Saints,
would the Four Saints of the Mystic Gate dare look down on them?
They would not!
Even the weakest Saint was still a Saint.
Moreover, the Two Sages of the West had always acted as one, advancing and retreating together.
Even when facing any one of the Mystic Gate Saints, they would not be at a disadvantage.
Coupled with their lower cultivation, they were willing to cast aside their dignity.
The Mystic Gate Saints could disdain them, but underestimate them? That simply did not exist.
Jieyin sighed. "We should still place our trust in Fellow Daoist Minghe!"
Zhunti slowly nodded.
Other than trusting Fellow Daoist Minghe, what other good method did they have?
Within the grand formation,
Minghe abruptly rose to his feet, his voice hoarse. "You actually cultivate the Great Dao of Strength!"
This had truly exceeded his expectations.
However, he was the commander of the Western Teachings. He could not give up halfway like this!
Minghe shouted, "Fellow Daoist, you have truly piqued my interest. Let us have a proper battle first!"
With a wave of his hand, the other seven Minghes prepared to rush toward Duobao.
Zhao Gongming said unhappily, "One must keep one's word. You are our opponents; how can you abandon the fight halfway through?"
He raised a hand.
Several spatial gates appeared around the seven Minghes, leaving them unable to advance or retreat!
Minghe's pupils constricted sharply as he slowly said, word by word, "Space Law?!"
Zhao Gongming smiled. "Please pardon my shortcomings, Fellow Daoist Minghe!"
Minghe wished he could reward Zhao Gongming with countless Blood God Sons!
Pardon his shortcomings?
Would he dare pardon the shortcomings of a Peak Quasi-Saint who wielded the Space Law?
Minghe understood better than anyone how troublesome a Quasi-Saint wielding the Space Law could be.
Zhen Yuanzi, one of the three foremost Quasi-Saints of the Primordial Era alongside him, had entered the Dao through the Space Law!
And Zhen Yuanzi's cultivation was profound, his Supernatural Powers vast, and his mastery of the Space Law exquisite.
When fighting opponents, he only needed to use a single move, "Universe in the Sleeve," to make them admit defeat and surrender.
Did he, Minghe, dare pardon the shortcomings of such a formidable Great Dao?!
The Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings had already been shaken when Duobao revealed his law.
When Zhao Gongming subsequently displayed such an exceptionally profound Space Law,
the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Western Teachings truly began to panic.
Fortunately, they were all Grand Unity Golden Immortals, so they could still hold themselves together!
But without them realizing it, their faith in certain victory had truly vanished!
Minghe looked at Duobao. This was a Peak Quasi-Saint who controlled the Great Dao of Strength.
Then he looked at Zhao Gongming. This was a Peak Quasi-Saint who controlled the Great Dao of Space.
For a moment, he found himself caught in a dilemma.
Both of them needed to be dealt with first!
But which one should he defeat first?
Minghe understood even more clearly that he had to find a way to separate Duobao and Zhao Gongming!
If the two joined forces, what was there left to fight?
For a time, he could not think of a good solution at all!
Outside the formation, the three Saints of the Mystic Gate stared at Tongtian with burning gazes, as though they wanted to melt him!
The Great Dao of the Space Law!
It was actually another supreme Great Dao!
Tongtian had hidden things so deeply!
Yuanshi lowered his voice and asked, "Junior Brother, could it be that all eight of your direct disciples entered the Dao through such powerful laws?"
Taishang and Nuwa looked at Yuanshi in surprise.
Nuwa could not help saying, "Senior Brother, have you misunderstood? Having even one disciple enter the Dao through such a law would already be an immense blessing."
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