The Elephant Arhat!

A gentle Qingfeng ripples the surface of the Qingyu River.

Eagles soar in the sky, fish swim in the shallows, and all creatures compete freely under the frosty sky.

"Hoo~"

With a loud elephant's cry, ripples spread across the sky, and the river surged with boundless blue waves.

Suddenly, a beam of Buddha's light rose up, illuminating the entire universe.

Amidst the boundless Buddhist light, a handsome monk dressed in magnificent robes, with red lips and white teeth, sat atop a white jade elephant and slowly approached this place.

The white jade elephant beneath him swung its long trunk, its limbs like jade pillars supporting the sky, its fangs pointing skyward as if they could pierce the heavens, and an unparalleled ferocious aura spread out.

"It's that old bastard, [Baoxiang] Luohan."

"Run! That old bald monk rarely leaves the Vajra Temple. When he does, it means something big is about to happen."

"Ten years ago, when he first arrived in Jiangbei Road, he subdued the old elephant on Changya Mountain with Great Magic Power and Greater Divine Abilities."

What is the purpose of this trip?

"It seems they're heading towards Qingyu River."

"Could it be related to that deity?"

The Buddha's light illuminated half of the sky north of the river, and such a magnificent sight naturally moved people from all directions.

Especially those demons cultivating in the mountains and rivers of Jiangbei Road turned and fled upon seeing this, concealing their forms and auras, fearing being noticed by the [Baoxiang] Arhat.

After all, since the collapse of the [Demon Path], the situation of the Demon Clan in the universe has not been good.

Those with low cultivation levels were either killed by powerful immortals, Buddhists, or Confucian scholars, becoming tools for these three families to accumulate merit.

Or perhaps it was used as cultivation resources by disciples of both the magic and martial arts paths.

Those with even a little supernatural power were all captured and subjugated by various immortals, Buddhas, True Lords, and powerful beings, becoming either mounts or guardian beasts of the mountains, and were deprived of their freedom.

Only by siding with the gods and becoming one of the mountain and water deities can one be considered to have a good job.

Therefore, when the Demon Kings saw this old monk emerge from the mountain, they all ran away like mice seeing a cat.

[Baoxiang] Arhat didn't even glance at them. He rode his white jade demon elephant slowly to the center of the Qingyu River, patted the elephant's head, and signaled it to stop.

[Baoxiang] Arhat still wore a kind smile on his face. As the prayer beads in his hand turned, a grand and compassionate voice resounded throughout the entire Qingyu River.

Where is the water god of the Qingyu River?

"This humble monk has come to settle the karmic debt with my former elder."

"Welcome back our sacred treasure, the [Nine Dragons Spreading Water Crown]."

"We humbly request that Your Majesty spare some time to grant us an audience."

As his voice spread, countless Aquatic Race in the Qingyu River suddenly felt a surge of Buddhist light. Within that light, it seemed as if three thousand Buddhas of the Pure Land were chanting sacred scriptures, drawing devout light into the eyes of countless spirits and monsters, and inspiring Bodhicitta in their hearts.

"The methods of Buddhism and Daoism are still so despicable."

"All creatures in this river have their uses; they even need to build palaces for me, to serve as a facade."

"But you, Great Monk, cannot possibly convert them all."

As a voice carrying a faint hint of laughter rang out, waves of Water Essence rippled with a sense of tranquility, instantly suppressing the Buddhist chanting in the river and bringing the water spirits back to their senses.

These spirits and monsters are all intelligent beings.

He naturally knew that if he had just converted to Buddhism and entered the Pure Land, he would only be able to chant scriptures in the Buddhist realm until he died.

And it's not enough that I died myself.

Their descendants will continue endlessly, all devoting their last drop of blood to the Buddhist kingdom.

Therefore, after these spirits woke up, they first glanced at the monk on the river in fear, and then they all dived into the riverbed, not daring to show themselves.

[Baoxiang] Luohan's eyes narrowed slightly.

You should know that his shout just now was imbued with mysterious supernatural power.

However, the water god of Qingyu River was able to easily break through this supernatural power...

How strange!

'This god has only just attained immortality, how could he possess such power?'

'But.'

'Today, no matter how much floodwaters they unleash, they cannot escape their fate of extinction.'

The [Nine Dragons Evolving Water Crown] is a supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure that my master, the [Water Moon Treasure Flower] Bodhisattva, absolutely must obtain.

After all, the Bodhisattva [Water Moon Treasure Flower] is a great figure at the level of a half-step Dao Lord, only one step away from attaining the Dao Lord, opening up the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli, and attaining the Buddhahood.

The [Nine Dragons Spreading Water Crown] is a supreme treasure that perfectly aligns with the Great Dao cultivated by the [Water Moon Treasure Flower] Bodhisattva.

If one can comprehend the profound principles of this treasure, their path of cultivation will be much smoother.

To ensure the successful attainment of the Dao fruit, this Bodhisattva has been keeping a close eye on this place.

If it weren't for the oaths made by the Dao Lords of both paths, and the fact that the Six Mountain God, a second-rank deity, was also silently observing, she probably would have already intervened herself to avoid a conflict between the [Divine Path] and the [Buddhist Path].

'But even though Master herself didn't personally intervene.'

'But they also invested a lot in me.'

'It's also because this deity was unlucky.'

Little did they know that some opportunities are not so easily obtained.

Just as he was pondering this in his heart.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of blue waves surged on the Qingyu River, causing the waters on both sides to naturally split, revealing a waterway in the middle.

Amidst the swirling mist, a young man appeared in the Grand Void.

His heroic and imposing figure was striking, his eyes like the rising sun, and his face like jade from Kunshan.

She wore a jeweled gold crown and a light blue gilded crane cloak.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he was imposing and extraordinary.

It was none other than Zhao Wushang, the water god of the Qingyu River.

"The venerable monk has come to our door."

"That's really bad luck."

Zhao Wushang held a folding fan in his hand and smiled faintly:

"I heard from a monk that my [Nine Dragons Flowing Water Crown] is a lost treasure of your sect?"

[Baoxiang] Arhat smiled without changing his expression:

"Absolutely, absolutely."

"Our elders once lost a priceless treasure here."

"If the Divine Lord can return this treasure, and also repay the interest paid for borrowing it over these past years..."

"This humble monk can inform the elders in the mountains to guide this virtuous person into my path and Jieyin him an Arhat."

"I wonder if the Divine Lord would be willing?"

Zhao Wushang laughed:

"Well!"

"Since the senior monk is so certain, why not call out to him?"

"If this treasure truly belongs to your family, I naturally won't stop it from returning home."

"If he's not from your family..."

Zhao Wushang's expression suddenly turned cold, and he said in a chilling voice:

"Then you are deceiving Zhao."

"They want to take away this ancestral heirloom of mine."

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Upon hearing this, the Arhat Baoxiang's expression froze.

Although this Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Nine Dragons Water Crown, is ranked among the innate, it is a sentient being.

But I'm not truly its master; if I summon it, how can this treasure respond?!

Moreover, since the Qingyu River Water God was able to wear this crown, it was clear that he had initially gained the treasure's approval and was being refined by it.

Therefore, even if we use all our means, we probably still won't be able to summon this treasure.

See [Precious Elephant] Arhat without method.

Zhao Wushang laughed heartily:

"Old bald monk."

"You're used to taking things by force."

"Now they've dared to steal from me."

"It's like the old man eating poison; he's courting death!"

Others may fear you (Buddhism and Daoism), but I do not.

After saying that, he made a hand seal, and a large ball of water light rose from the top of his head, brimming with boundless spiritual energy.

Then, in an instant, it surged to a height of over a hundred feet, seemingly capable of sweeping up the sky, like a vast celestial river.

As the azure waves surged, they illuminated a patch of sky.

Zhao Wushang, as the god of rivers and lakes and the king of the Qingyu River, possessed extremely profound water-based cultivation.

Upon hearing this, [Baoxiang] Luohan's eyelids twitched.

"The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

"Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

"Why must the divine ruler remain so stubbornly ignorant?"

"You want to do this evil deed with this old monk?"

"If we stop now, there's still a glimmer of hope."

"Otherwise, even the Buddha has a fierce and wrathful expression."

"Then don't blame this old monk for using ruthless methods."

Zhao Wushang scoffed:

"The old monk's chanting of scriptures is truly long and tedious."

"Why waste time on idle talk? Let's see who's the real deal."

Having said that, he waved his folding fan.

The ball of water above its head suddenly shattered, and with a splash, it instantly transformed into fine, pale blue needles, which lashed out at the [Precious Elephant] Arhat.

As the saying goes, "There are no fixed formations in warfare, just as water has no fixed shape."

If this drizzle were on earth, it could nourish all things, like a spring breeze turning into rain.

But when Zhao Wushang unleashed it, it was as if ten thousand sword lights had crashed down, capable of stirring the heavens and bringing with them an endless aura of killing intent.

Such terrifying methods of killing would make even a martial artist with the Dharma Aspect cultivation level turn pale upon seeing them.

But the [Precious Elephant] Arhat showed no emotion whatsoever.

He clasped his hands together and said calmly:

"Amitabha."

"Since the Divine Lord remains obstinate, then don't blame this old monk for not giving the Divine Lord face."

The words had barely left his mouth.

[Baoxiang] Arhat's body then radiated golden light.

"The Golden Body of an Arhat"

Clang, clang, golden light flashed, sparks flew, and the pale blue divine needle struck the golden body of the [Precious Elephant] Arhat, but did not harm it in the slightest.

Upon seeing this, the [Precious Elephant] Arhat nodded slightly, then stretched out his palm and with a slight push, a golden Buddha palm seemed capable of severing a river and shattering a sacred mountain, striking towards Zhao Wushang.

Rumble!

The Grand Void trembled, and the river waters surged.

The Buddha's palm, emerging from mid-air, seemed intent on suppressing all who resisted.

Zhao Wushang raised an eyebrow, and as he made a hand seal, the water vapor above his head instantly transformed into three fist-sized balls of true energy, resembling three glittering blue spirit beads.

The friction and collision between them seemed to produce a thunderous sound.

Even a body forged from Divine Iron Immortal Gold would have its vital energy broken and internal organs disturbed before this thunderous sound, resulting in instant death.

"Disease!"

With a flicker of his pale blue sleeves, Zhao Wushang hurled the three wisps of water towards the [Precious Elephant] Arhat.

Upon seeing this, the Arhat [Baoxiang]'s eyes flashed with disdain.

They've exhausted all their tricks!

Those thousands of divine needles couldn't break through my defenses, so what can these three wisps of water vapor do?

So the [Precious Elephant] Arhat ignored everything else and simply used his Buddha Palm to strike Zhao Wushang's forehead.

"No matter how many supernatural powers or myriad methods you possess, this humble monk will defeat them all with sheer force."

A radiant light emanates from the Buddha, accompanied by the chanting of Buddhist hymns.

The Arhat [Precious Elephant] has a solemn appearance, with compassion shown in his lowered eyes and the wrath of a wise king displayed in his actions.

He was known for his immense strength; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to suppress the White Jade Demon Elephant, who was famous for his strength in Jiangbei Road, with just one hand.

Now, unleashing its full power, it seems as if the Grand Void is about to be shattered.

It was absolutely terrifying.

This palm strike could shatter Primordial Divine Mountain.

If it lands on the skull...

[Precious Elephant] The Arhat slightly closed his eyes and chanted compassion.

It seemed they couldn't bear to see the gruesome sight of a broken head.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly turned to fear.

Suddenly, the three wisps of misty water vapor in the Grand Void turned a deep blue-green color, and the Innate Spiritual Energy and devouring intent contained within them were dazzling and unfathomable.

The moment the three wisps of water touched the golden Buddha's hand.

[Baoxiang] Luohan suddenly let out a miserable scream.

The golden Buddha's hand no longer exuded any peace and majesty; only stark white bones and rising wisps of white steam spoke of the power of the three shimmering green beads.

"How could it be Innate Weak Water?"

"You are nothing but a water god who rose from humble beginnings, and you only had the good fortune to receive the legacy of that evil dragon. How could you possibly cultivate the Innate Weak Water, a true water of the innate level that is renowned throughout the universe?"

[Baoxiang] Arhat was startled. On a whim, he felt a great calamity was about to befall him. He subconsciously threw the white jade demon elephant he was riding in front of him to protect it.

A look of horror flashed in the eyes of the white jade demon elephant.

"Spare me! Spare me!"

Although he did not know where this real water came from.

But seeing how terrified that old bald monk [Baoxiang] was, how could he not be filled with dread?

Upon seeing the white jade demon elephant, Zhao Wushang frowned, and then a muffled thunderclap sounded.

The demonic elephant was shaken aside, and then three pearls of Weak Water, like emerald green beads, struck directly at the face of the [Precious Elephant] Arhat.

"I originally thought he was just a mere wild god, someone I could destroy with a flick of my finger."

"I never imagined that I would be driven to such a point."

"This old monk is truly curious."

"Just how much benefit did the Divine Lord gain from the remains of that wicked dragon?"

By now, how could [Baoxiang] Luohan not know that although this Qingyujiang Water God had only just entered the third-rank divine position, the innate true water [Innate Weak Water] formed by his foundation was extremely terrifying.

It belongs to the innate realm and is an unparalleled supernatural power.

Even if one's cultivation level is significantly higher than his, one still won't fare well against him.

Even if we use all our methods, we'll probably only be on par with them.

"Fortunately, Master had already made a plan."

"Otherwise, things might not end well today!"

Facing the three round beads formed from Innate Weak Water that seemed to contain infinite terror and flickering light, which were attacking him.

[Baoxiang] Luohan shook his head slightly.

"Amitabha!"

The resounding voice, like the morning bell and evening drum, shook the heavens.

The Buddha's light condensed and formed a golden mountain in Zhao Wushang's eyes. On this golden mountain, merit permeated the air, and it seemed that there were eminent monks sitting in meditation and novices chanting scriptures. Their numbers were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges and were beyond comprehension.

Then, the Arhat [Baoxiang] swallowed the golden mountain whole.

Then, his entire body rapidly expanded, growing to a height of sixteen feet, his entire body gleaming gold, with golden merit surging on his golden form, and his surging blood and energy turning into smoke and clouds that soared straight into the heavens.

"Good!"

"Good!"

[Baoxiang] The Arhat holds a sacred pestle, and with each swing, it seems as if a divine mountain is about to collapse, terrifying beyond measure.

Although the surrounding Weak Water True Qi was terrifying, it was difficult for it to get even three inches away from him under the terrifying furnace of blood and qi.

Seeing this, Zhao Wushang immediately began casting spells.

But whether it's water magic or Lightning Law, sword magic or spear magic.

All kinds of supernatural powers and magical arts were annihilated under the Blessing Divine Pestle.

Rumble!

The Blessing Divine Pestle collided with the misty water vapor.

An incredibly terrifying aura surged into the sky like a dragon, shattering the protective shield formed by the Weak Water True Qi.

Zhao Wushang's blood surged, his clothes became extremely disheveled, and he staggered back several steps.

The Arhat [Baoxiang] showed neither sorrow nor joy on his face.

The Blessing Divine Pestle was raised high in the Grand Void, and then crashed down.

This attack is causally linked; it cannot be dodged or avoided, and can only be met head-on.

But can they handle it?

"Good, good!"

"My Lord, this old monk will help you transcend!"

His eyes showed compassion, but his actions were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation!