The White Bone Demon Buddha filled the entire karst cave.
Its six bone arms rose at once, demonic artifacts colliding with a piercing shriek.
Kongwu knelt on one knee atop the White Bone Demon Buddha's chest. His severed left arm had been reattached by demonic qi, but it was no longer flesh and blood—it had become a black bone claw.
He stared at Chen Changqing, his face twisted with madness.
"Late Tribulation Crossing."
"To force me to burn my demon soul, you have every reason to be proud."
"Once I devour your Primordial Spirit, I'll refine your flesh into the shell of this Demon Buddha."
Rujie's expression darkened.
"Chen Changqing, this thing isn't right."
"His aura is nearly at the threshold of a Heavenly Lord."
The old monk Huiming leaned against the stone wall, his breathing heavy.
His cultivation was not weak, yet before Kongwu, even standing upright was difficult.
A Demon Buddha from thirty thousand years ago.
Suppressed beneath ancestral Buddhist bones for thirty thousand years, yet it could still erupt with such power.
If he truly escaped, few in Tianyin Temple would survive.
The long sword in Liu Ruyan's hand gave a soft cry.
Imperial Dragon Qi coiled around her, forcing back the pressing demonic qi.
She did not rashly advance.
In a clash at this level, an ordinary Tribulation Crossing cultivator would be shredded the instant they entered.
Yet she did not retreat.
Chen Changqing stood ahead of her, so she held her ground where she could support him.
Chen Changqing raised his head and looked at the White Bone Demon Buddha.
"You sure talk a lot."
Kongwu laughed in fury.
"You're at death's door, and you still dare to run your mouth."
The White Bone Demon Buddha's six arms moved in unison.
A demon-subduing vajra, a