All of You, Come at Me

Two suns appeared in the sky, one in the east and one in the west.

The sun in the east hung there gently, while the rising sun in the west shone with golden rays, dyeing the entire sea of clouds with a brilliant golden glow.

Besides bringing light and heat, it also brings terrifying pressure, making people feel as if they are standing on the edge of an abyss, inspiring awe and submission from the bottom of their hearts.

Xu Pingfeng, Hei Lian, and even the severely injured Bai Di all heard illusory, grand chants.

Compared to the "Acala" and "Vajra" forms manifested by the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree, this great sun is on a completely different level. It seems to be a manifestation of the power of heaven and earth, carrying an overwhelming force.

"Ah"

Black Lotus screamed first, her body, flowing with thick black liquid, was scorched by the golden light, and wisps of blue smoke rose from it.

The four elements of "earth, wind, water, and fire" successively dissolved and turned into nothingness.

Under the all-encompassing light of Buddha, no power of different attributes is permitted to exist.

"The Dharma of the Great Sun Tathagata."

Xu Pingfeng murmured.

He glanced at it only once before abruptly looking away, two streams of blood flowing from his eyes.

The foremost of the nine great forms is the form of Vairocana Buddha.

With a startled cry, Daoist Black Lotus transformed into a soaring stream of black water and entered Xu Pingfeng's body. The latter then erected a defensive array and a large number of top-tier magical Law Artifact, struggling to block the scorching Buddhist light.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Black Lotus's terrified and hurried voice echoed in Xu Pingfeng's mind.

Xu Pingfeng glanced sideways at the supervisor and the heroic spirits of the Confucian scholars behind him.

Only the highest-grade can deal with the highest-grade.

The image of Vairocana Buddha is specifically used by Buddhist School to subdue the heroic spirit of Confucian sages.

After Wei Yuan's heroic act of sealing the witch god in Jingshan City, how could they not include the Confucian School carving knives and Confucian hats in their calculations?

Unlike Wei Yuan, who was a second-rank martial artist with a strong physique, Wei Yuan was far superior to the Fate Master.

With the spirit of the Confucian sage in his body, the pressure on the supervisor was naturally greater than that on Wei Yuan.

By forcing the prison magistrate to summon the spirit of the Confucian sage, half the battle was won. Blood tears streamed down Xu Pingfeng's face, yet a smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't stubbornly resist the radiance of the Great Sun Dharma Image; instead, he teleported away to a distance.

"Hiss."

The white emperor's scales quickly turned black, emitting bluish smoke, and it let out another painful roar.

With a flick of the carving knife, the White Emperor's skull was blown off with a "plop," and his screams abruptly ceased.

The White Emperor's body went limp, and like the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree, he plummeted toward the vast earth.

After doing all this, the supervisor slowly turned to the side and looked at the blazing sun, while the Confucian sage behind him made the same gesture.

The outline of the Great Sun Dharma Image appeared in the supervisor's vision, its intense light burning his pupils. The sage's spirit shone brightly, blocking the light of the Great Sun Dharma Image from three zhang away.

"Buddha"

Like Xu Pingfeng, the supervisor raised the corners of his mouth.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to flick his crown, and no longer suppressed the power of the Confucian sage's heroic spirit.

In an instant, the Confucian sage's spirit swelled, transforming from a height of over six zhang (approximately 33 meters) into a giant of twenty zhang (approximately 63 meters).

This world was instantly divided into two distinct parts by two forces: one part was filled with pure energy, and the other was enveloped in blazing golden light.

Seeing the surge in the aura of the Confucian sage's spirit, Xu Pingfeng's heart sank, realizing that the supervisor had deliberately suppressed the Confucian sage's spirit's power and had not unleashed it at full strength.

His true goal is the Buddha?!

With this thought flashing through his mind, Xu Pingfeng, whose eyesight had returned, saw the supervisor step forward and intrude into the area bathed in Buddha's light.

The image of Vairocana Buddha burst forth with an even hotter and more dazzling light, the golden light turning into a blazing white light that engulfed the heroic soul of the Confucian sage.

At the same time, the chanting became more frequent and louder, as if hundreds or thousands of monks were chanting scriptures simultaneously, and the sound of Buddhist chanting resounded throughout the entire world.

In the blazing, endless ocean of Buddhist light, flames ignited on the white robes of the supervisor, black and red burn marks appeared on his skin, and the heroic spirit of the Confucian sage also dissipated to some extent.

The carving knife in his hand was heated until it glowed red-hot.

But this could not stop the advance of the Supervisor and the Confucian Sage. The two powerful human beings, whose foundation was based on destiny, moved forward steadfastly.

With each step they took forward, the pure air in the sky gradually encroached upon the Buddha's light.

Twenty zhang, fifteen zhang, ten zhang, five zhang. But when the supervisor led the heroic spirit of the Confucian sage to three zhang of the "blazing sun", the already blazing white image of the Great Sun Tathagata suddenly manifested a golden body.

The golden statue has an indistinct face and a slightly plump figure. It sits cross-legged in silence, holding flowers in its hands.

The blazing sun behind his head was the very image of the Great Sun Tathagata, who had just released light and heat.

The statue slowly opened its eyes.

Boom! Facing the dharma-like gaze of the supervisor, a thunderclap resounded in his mind, his soul seemed to shatter into countless fragments, and he lost consciousness on the spot.

This is the form of Vairocana Buddha, the foremost of the nine great forms, and the foundation upon which the Buddha attained enlightenment.

At this moment, the Confucian sage reached out his hand, grasped the hand of the supervisor holding the carving knife, and gently pushed it forward.

The engraving knife, heated to a red-hot iron, pierced the center of the Movement Method's brow.

With a crack, the Movement Method blurred, had a fissure appear on its forehead. The fissure quickly spread, instantly covering its entire body.

The next moment, the image of Vairocana Buddha collapsed.

It collapsed inward into a ball of golden, blazing sun, paused slightly, and then suddenly exploded.

Looking up from the ground, you can see a giant golden wave spreading out in layers above the sea of clouds, covering half the sky.

Xu Pingfeng abruptly closed his eyes, feeling a tremor from his very soul. His protective array and top-tier Law Artifact shattered one after another, as fragile as glass.

As all protection shattered, he was teleported to a much farther distance.

Arantha.

From the depths of this Buddhist School mountain, a hoarse roar echoed, indistinguishable as to whether it was from anger or pain.

Then the entire mountain range began to shake, like an earthquake, and the snow on the mountaintop collapsed and clung together, forming a sizable avalanche.

The massive avalanche had just begun when it was stopped by an invisible barrier of energy. Tens of thousands of tons of snow crashed down on the barrier with a deafening roar. Below the barrier was the area where Buddhist School monks lived, filled with temples and monasteries.

The Bodhisattva Guangxian, who was sitting cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, suddenly changed his expression and turned his head to look into the depths of Aranya.

The glass Bodhisattva's face paled, her delicate brows furrowed, and she was no longer the calm and composed woman she usually was.

At the edge of the cold pool, the Arhat Du'e, seated cross-legged on a lotus platform, and the ugly and handsome Asura, standing by the pool, both turned their heads to look into the depths of Aranya.

Who do you think it is?

"Du'e Luohan asked in a deep voice."

He was referring to the roar he had just heard.

Buddha? Divine being? Or perhaps some other possible transcendent being?

Asuro shook his head slightly:

"Have no idea.

"But it's clear that our attempt to steal a chicken backfired spectacularly. Perhaps, this played right into the supervisor's hands."

The blazing sun that had risen not long ago has vanished into the sky.

Even without prior notice, the two could guess that they were going to deal with the supervisor.

The Arhat Du'e nodded.

"Never underestimate the Supervisor; a first-rank Warlock's true strength lies not in combat, but in strategy."

After a pause, the old monk pondered and said:

"I just don't know how badly we've been taken advantage of this time."

Asuro nodded and said:

"Since the Buddha's Dharma form has been deployed, it means that the battle in Qingzhou is about to reach a conclusion."

"Furthermore, it was not Shenshu who manifested the form of Vairocana Buddha five hundred years ago."

This question has now been answered.

The Arhat Du'e remained silent in deep thought.

Southern Frontier.

On Wanyao Mountain, the newly renovated pagoda trembled slightly. Shenshu's body emerged from the pagoda, stood atop it, and gazed westward.

"What's wrong, Shen Shu!"

A nine-tailed celestial fox appeared beside him, with a charming face, silver hair and a fox tail, and a graceful figure.

I heard his call.

Shenshu murmured, "He's crying for help; he longs to be whole."

Upon hearing this, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox smiled and said:

"It seems the battle in Qingzhou is about to reach a conclusion."

Shen Shu didn't speak, but simply shifted his body.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox smiled and said:

"I have already formed an alliance with the supervisor. He once said that as long as I help Xu Qi'an in everything and help him grow, he will give me some help to help me take back your head."

"However, this will have to wait until his apprentice rebels."

Shen Shu slowly asked, "Why?"

After his body was reconstructed, his Primordial Spirit gained a certain degree of integrity and was no longer so extreme. Of course, if provoked, he would still become ruthless and disregard his own family.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox shook its head:

"Jian Zheng is a born chess player. No one can fathom his thoughts, nor does anyone know what he wants or what he is planning. But no matter what he plots, Xu Qi'an will always hold an important position on his chessboard."

"By keeping an eye on Xu Qi'an, one can more or less discern the supervisor's plans."

She didn't say what she had figured out.

Shen Shu wasn't interested either, and said:

"That kid still has one of my arms attached to him; it can neutralize my ferocity."

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox said helplessly:

"It all depends on timing. We can't capture either Du'e or Asura unless we attack Arantha."

Shen Shu nodded. "We'll call them tomorrow."

The nine-tailed celestial fox said angrily:

"No! Go back to the tower. You've been out for too long, and your mind is starting to wander again!"

Shenshu remained silent, leaped down from the spire, and returned to the pagoda.

After the golden light dissipated, only a charred human figure remained above the sea of clouds.

A few seconds later, the charred, dead flesh split open, revealing a completely naked eunuch.

He casually reached into the air and pulled out a white robe, which he then draped over his shoulders. The Confucian hat and carving knife in his hand had already turned into clear light and returned to the Cloud Deer Academy.

The supervisor's breath was extremely weak, although he appeared to be unharmed.

The body also showed signs of decline; the once rosy skin became covered with wrinkles and age spots appeared.

Cleaner than a monk

The supervisor muttered to himself, raised his hand and gently touched his eyebrows, chin, and head, revealing a head of smooth white hair, a white beard, and eyebrows.

After regaining his composure as a first-rank Warlock, Jian Zheng turned his head to look at the sea of clouds beneath his feet, then glanced at his right side.

The sea of clouds parted, and two incomplete figures returned to the clouds: the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree and the White Emperor.

The former's neck was empty, the cut was bloody and mangled, like a headless walking corpse.

The latter's skull was opened, revealing a brain shaped like a walnut, with intestines protruding from his abdomen.

Their bodies could not be restored; the power of the Confucian sage's carving knife blocked the regeneration of flesh and blood.

However, as the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree, who is the best in defense below the super grade, and the White Emperor, Gods and Devils who has existed since ancient times, it is not an exaggeration to regard them as first-grade martial artists. Killing them is by no means easy.

What have you done to the Buddha?!

The voice of the Bodhisattva Garuda came from within his body.

You'll find out later.

The supervisor said calmly.

At this moment, Xu Pingfeng teleported back and stood between the White Emperor and the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree.

The Black Lotus Daoist priest "crawled" out of his body and stood side by side with him.

Dressed in white, he once again faced four top-tier masters.

However, both sides' energy levels have dropped drastically compared to the initial battle, with only Xu Pingfeng remaining in relatively good condition.

"It's no longer useful."

The supervisor sighed, "If you were at your peak, you could have escaped by now."

As he spoke, he reached into the air again with his right hand, revealing an octagonal bronze plate. The back of the plate was engraved with the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, while the front was engraved with the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. As soon as it appeared, the world around them erupted in excitement.

The power of all living beings surged forth, flowing into the body of the supervisor like a vast ocean embracing all rivers.

His aura reached its peak in an instant.

A glint of clarity flashed in his eyes as he gazed at the four people:

"Let's attack together!"

P. S.: I'll correct the typos first and then refine the final version. To explain, correcting typos and polishing requires reviewing the entire document again, and it needs to be done very carefully, which usually takes about ten minutes. So I'll just update it first.