The White-Bone Demon Buddha filled the entire karst cavern.
Its six bone arms rose at once, demonic artifacts colliding with a piercing screech.
Kongwu half-knelt 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 skeletal claw.
He stared at Chen Changqing, his face filled with madness.
"Late Tribulation Transcendence."
"You forced me to burn my demon soul. You have every right to be proud."
"Once I devour your Primordial Spirit, I'll refine your body into the shell of this Demon Buddha."
Rujie's expression turned grim.
"Chen Changqing, this thing isn't right."
"His aura is nearly at the threshold of a Heavenly Monarch."
Old monk Huiming leaned against the stone wall, breathing heavily.
His cultivation was not weak, yet before Kongwu, he could barely even stand upright.
A Demon Buddha from thirty thousand years ago.
Suppressed beneath Buddha bones by the patriarch for thirty thousand years, yet it could still erupt with such power.
If it truly escaped, scarcely anyone in Heavenly Sound Temple would survive.
The longsword in Liu Ruyan's hand hummed softly.
Imperial Dragon Qi coiled around her body, forcing back the pressing demonic qi.
She did not rashly step forward.
In a battle of this level, ordinary Tribulation Transcendence cultivators would be shredded the instant they entered.
But she did not retreat.
Chen Changqing stood ahead of her, so she remained where she could come to his aid.
Chen Changqing looked up at the White-Bone Demon Buddha.
"You sure talk a lot."
Kongwu laughed in furious rage.
"Death is at your doorstep, and you still dare talk tough."
The White-Bone Demon Buddha's six arms moved in unison.
A demon-subduing vajra, a white bone banner, a demonic bell, a precept