"Nezha, mind your words! Kong Xuan is Sage Su Yang's direct second disciple. His cultivation reached the divine realm, and his divine abilities were unrivaled beneath the heavens—even with the ancient sages rising together and Quasi-Sages appearing one after another, he could still be called the foremost among them, with few able to stand against him!"
As for his Five-colored Divine Light, apart from Saint Zhunti's Six Roots Pure Bamboo, which could barely suppress it, there was no other magic treasure in the Three Realms capable of countering it. Trying to capture Kong Xuan? In one word: difficult!
Dipamkara's voice was low, and heavy weariness hung between his brows, as though he had only just managed to draw a breath after escaping from beneath a thousand-jun burden.
"Are you saying that with so many of us joining forces, we still can't restrain a single Kong Xuan?" Nezha clenched his fists, his tone filled with stubborn defiance.
Dipamkara let out a long sigh and shook his head. "Even if we exhausted the strength of every immortal present, it would still be difficult to shake him in the slightest. You must understand that the gap between realms is like a heavenly chasm. How could simply having more people fill it?"
Yang Jian suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze clear and bright. "The Martial Ancestor mentioned earlier that Saint Zhunti's Six Roots Pure Bamboo can break the Five-colored Divine Light. Why don't we find a way to borrow it and use it specifically to counter his divine ability that can brush away anything?"
Before his voice faded, the eyes of every immortal lit up in unison, as though flames had suddenly leaped to life.
Jiang Ziya immediately cupped his hands. "Teacher, I am willing to go personally to the Western Teachings and ask