Sunrise in the West

After the indifferent and ruthless eyes appeared, the clear energy then outlined the figure. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in, and the robes fluttered, revealing the image of a scholar with flowing sleeves to Xu Pingfeng and the others.

The spirit of the Confucian sage has returned to the world, and a terrifying pressure descends upon us like a mountain collapsing, a tsunami crashing, or the sky falling.

Because they were so close, the three people and one beast were essentially facing the gaze of the Confucian sage.

The White Emperor's limbs trembled uncontrollably. It seemed to have completely degenerated into a beast, arching its back, crawling, baring its teeth, and emitting a defiant growl from its throat.

Xu Pingfeng and Hei Lian retreated again and again; as second-grade cultivators, they dared not act recklessly at this moment.

With the imposing presence of his Vajra form and the defensive power of his Acala form, the Bodhisattva Garuda, as the most resilient being in the first rank, withstood the impact of the waves like a reef.

The sage's spirit took shape, and a gash appeared between the brows of the supervisor, from which blood flowed continuously.

The physical body begins to slide into the abyss of collapse; this is the price that must be paid.

He took a step forward, his carving knife thrusting out, first aimed at the Gara tree Bodhisattva.

The Confucian sages behind him moved in unison, as if they were the most solid support for the supervisor.

The Bodhisattva of the Garuda Tree stood motionless, his robe billowing in the wind, his muscles bulging, and thick blue veins protruding beneath his skin.

Although he did not move, the Vajra Dharma Image behind him stepped forward and blocked the path in front of the Gara Tree Bodhisattva.

The carving knife pierced forward unhurriedly, seemingly unafraid of the enemy's escape.

The twelve arms of the Vajra Dharma Image are brought together in front of you, and the twenty-four palms are clasped together, holding the supervisor and the carving knife in their palms.

The image of Acala, seated in a mudra, forms a circular aura behind the Vajra image, enveloping the Gara Tree Bodhisattva within it.

Suddenly, the twelve arms of the Vajra image began to tremble, as if unable to withstand the sudden advance of the carving knife.

"Boom!"

The ring of fire behind the Vajra image's head expands, and dazzling flames rise up.

The twelve trembling arms regained their balance.

But in the next moment, first the twenty-four giant hands cracked, then the arms, and the Vajra Dharma Form, known for its defense and combat power, collapsed inch by inch.

The energy released from the collapse of the Dharma form raged in all directions, scattering the sea of clouds below and revealing the vast earth.

The supervisor gripped the carving knife and, still unhurriedly, stabbed towards the protective barrier erected by the image of Fudo Myoo.

Buzz!

Twisted and chaotic energy splashed out from where the pale golden aura met the carving knife.

A white light silently approached the supervisor, launching a sneak attack from behind.

In Bai Di's azure vertical pupils, only a beastly madness remained, devoid of any spirituality.

It suppressed its spirituality, highlighting the madness rooted in its Gods and Devils blood, thus counteracting the oppressive aura of the Confucian sage.

The mad descendants of Gods and Devils know no fear.

Furthermore, although its spirituality is suppressed and it can no longer use Law Technique, this does not weaken its combat power. The physique of the descendant of Gods and Devils is no weaker than that of a martial artist, and its close combat ability is extremely terrifying.

The supervisor raised his left hand, snapped his scholar's cap with a "snap," and slowly said:

"Retreat five hundred li."

The White Emperor, baring his fangs in a pouncing stance, abruptly vanished the instant he was about to touch the Supervisor, as if he had never existed.

This is certainly not because the supervisor learned the Confucian School principle of Law Follows Speech, but rather because he used the power of the Confucian hat to Confucian School Law Technique.

However, without a high-ranking cultivator of the same system to control it, the power that the Confucian crown can exert is limited, and since the White Emperor's rank is extremely high, the Supervisor cannot use the power of the Confucian crown to launch a direct attack on it.

Because that was destined to pose no threat to the White Emperor.

However, the defining characteristic of Confucian School is not attack, but rather its "flashy and flashy" nature.

After temporarily removing Bai Di from the battlefield, the supervisor, wielding his carving knife, took another powerful step forward.

The protective aura created by the image of Acala (Fudō Myō-ō) dramatically deflated.

This is not because Acala is not strong enough; quite the opposite. With the blessing of the Confucian sage's spirit, he has been able to persist until now. The Garuda Bodhisattva is known as having the strongest defense below the super grade, which is well-deserved.

Xu Pingfeng, who was in the distance, opened the brocade pouch and took out a huge cannon. It was nine feet tall, with a barrel ten feet long. The entire cannon was made of black iron, and its surface was engraved with dense array patterns.

As a second-rank official, he could not directly face the Confucian sage's imposing aura at close range. Fortunately, Warlock preferred ranged attacks.

One by one, the array patterns lit up, and the arrays inscribed on them began to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. A fist-sized ball of blazing white light condensed from the dark cannon muzzle and continued to collapse inward.

Using formations to manipulate the power of heaven and earth is the most proficient skill of Warlock.

"Boom!"

When collapse reaches its limit, it erupts, and a beam of blazing white light shoots from the cannon muzzle.

Just as the beam of light was about to hit the supervisor, a formation shrouded in clear light suddenly appeared in front of the projectile.

The cannon fire, capable of severely injuring a third-rank martial artist, struck the formation and vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The next second, a blazing white beam of light shot out from the void behind Xu Pingfeng, engulfing him.

The supervisor used a teleportation array to return the artillery fire to him.

Buzz!

The void beside the supervisor trembled, and another beam of light shot out, threatening to smear his face.

Xu Pingfeng was not engulfed by the pillar of light that attacked from behind. He replicated the supervisor's methods and used them against him.

And so, the white light appeared and disappeared repeatedly between the master and disciple.

Until the supervisor transmitted it to the Black Lotus Daoist in the distance, the Black Lotus, who had no premonition of the martial arts crisis, was caught off guard and could only reveal the immortal Yang God of the Daoist School, tearing the cannon fire to shreds.

At this moment, the image of Acala finally could not hold on any longer. The Confucian sage's carving knife pierced through the energy shield, and in the energy storm that caused Acala's image to disintegrate, the carving knife touched the forehead of the Bodhisattva of the Garuda Tree.

A flash of blue light.

Poof! The head of the Gara Tree Bodhisattva exploded, sending bone fragments and flesh flying everywhere.

His eight-foot-tall body instantly relaxed, and he fell limply backward, plummeting straight down towards the vast earth.

At the same time, blood mist burst from the supervisor's chest, as the power of the Confucian sage destroyed his physical body.

The supervisor disregarded his physical condition and did not attack Xu Pingfeng or Hei Lian. Instead, he turned around and thrust out his carving knife.

A white figure passed him by.

The white figure transformed into the White Emperor, tumbling about in a sorry state, like a wild dog that had been kicked away, blood splattering in the process.

Xu Pingfeng raised his hand and lifted the White Emperor with a circular formation, deflecting the impact.

"Waaaaah."

The white emperor's fierce blue eyes were filled with madness. A deep wound was cut open on its abdomen, almost as if it had been ripped open, with its large intestine hanging down.

But it was biting a heart in its mouth, the heart of the supervisor.

The White Emperor tilted his head back slightly, swallowed the heart without even chewing, and a few seconds later, the madness in his fierce eyes subsided, his spirituality grew, and he regained his rationality.

The White Emperor's expression clearly froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected to regain his composure so soon.

After a moment's thought, he understood something, and his gaze toward the supervisor was filled with greed.

The supervisor slowly lowered his head, looking at the large hole in his chest, where his heart was missing.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Black Lotus shot a fierce light from her eyes, and her Yang God immediately split into four parts, each with a different appearance.

One body was as black as ink, with hair like dancing water plants, and surrounded by a light mist formed from the power of water; the other body was entirely crimson, with a flame mark engraved between its brows, and its hair was a blazing fire.

It was a body that seemed to be composed of air currents, unstable, its body sometimes tilting, sometimes stretching, as if it could turn into a whirlwind at any moment.

A massive, stone-armored body rippled with concentric circles of earthy yellow light.

The four elements of Daoist School: earth, wind, water, and fire.

The second-grade Tribulation Transcending stage cultivates these four Dharma Forms. Upon reaching the Great Perfection of the second grade, the four Dharma Forms merge into one, and then the Heavenly Tribulation arrives.

If one survives the heavenly tribulation and their physical form and spiritual body become perfectly integrated, they can attain the status of a terrestrial immortal.

Black Lotus should have reached the Great Perfection of the Second Grade long ago, but the Golden Lotus left his body, leaving him with a "crippled body". Not only is he hopeless in transcending the tribulation, but his combat power has also dropped by a level.

The four Dharma forms lack intelligence and are entirely manipulated by the Black Lotus; they can be regarded as puppets and are not afraid of the Confucian Sage's pressure.

The supervisor took the initiative to release a porcelain bottle from the Storage Bag hanging at his waist. The cork popped open, and a bright yellow pill flew into his mouth.

In an instant, the flesh and blood on his chest began to writhe, and his heart regenerated.

Although Warlock do not possess the self-healing abilities of warriors, Warlock can use in-game currency and carry elixirs capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones with them.

Black Lotus silently recalled her Dharma form, waiting for the right moment, choosing to observe.

"You really are the gatekeeper!"

The White Emperor laughed, for the wound on its abdomen could not heal, and the power of the carving knife was eroding its life force.

In contrast, the supervisor, after taking the elixir, was like a person on the verge of death who had been given a second chance, briefly returning to his peak condition.

"Don't move!"

The supervisor raised his hand and flicked his scholar's cap.

This time, the phantom of the Confucian sage also made the same gesture.

The White Emperor's body sank, and he froze on the spot.

The supervisor took a step forward and unadornedly thrust out the Confucian sage's carving knife, just as he had done to the Garuda tree earlier.

A crackling sound emanated from the horn atop the White Emperor's head: one crackling with electricity, the other condensing into a black orb.

Lightning and water spirits converged between the horns, condensing into an energy cluster with a pitch-black core and an outer layer of electric light.

The moment the Confucian sage's carving knife pierced through, the White Emperor exerted all his strength to regain partial control of his body, raising his head and using his horns to deflect the carving knife.

A burst of intense light erupted, and thick bolts of electricity lashed out like whips.

The power of water spirits surged forth in all directions like a dam bursting its banks.

The Confucian sage's carving knife advanced layer by layer, breaking through the impact of the two energy storms, and pierced into the White Emperor's head.

"Roar..."

It let out a mournful roar.

Even those descended from Gods and Devils could not resist the heroic spirit of the Confucian sage.

Just as the White Emperor was about to follow in the footsteps of the Garuda Tree, a blazing sun suddenly rose in the west.

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