Dead End (1)

Zhao Shou, carrying the heroic spirit of the Confucian Sage, crashed into the thick Cloud with unstoppable and inescapable force.

He and the Confucian Sage's spirit were instantly swallowed by the dark clouds. The dark clouds, which had almost filled half the sky, rapidly contracted and gathered towards the center, seemingly trying to envelop and refine the Confucian Sage's spirit.

But in the next moment, a beam of clear light burst forth from the thick, dark clouds, followed by thousands upon thousands of beams of light that pierced through the clouds. The clear energy and the dark clouds mingled and intertwined, as if a chemical reaction was taking place, resulting in continuous explosions in the high sky.

The explosions came one after another, shaking the fleeing civilians to the ground, where they crawled on the ground, clutching their heads and trembling, completely losing their minds and filled only with boundless fear.

When faced with natural disasters, human fear can overwhelm reason and rob people of the ability to think.

But crawling and trembling could not change their fate; most people died from the shockwave of the explosion. Every "thunderclap" would unleash a terrifying storm, sweeping people and objects from the ground into the sky.

This also includes the army of Walking Corpse.

Amidst the series of explosions, the dark clouds thinned at a visible rate.

"Roar!"

A huge, blurry face emerged from the dark clouds, roaring furiously.

The army of Walking Corpse on the ground withered rapidly, and streams of blood-red light flowed into the clouds, making the previously thinning black clouds thicken again, their color like splashed ink.

Blood Spirit Technique are prohibited here!

A deep, resonant voice echoed from within the clouds.

The next moment, the blood energy dissipated, and the army of Walking Corpse stood there woodenly.

The deceased should be laid to rest in peace.

A deep, resonant voice came again.

An unbelievable scene unfolded: cracks appeared in the desolate ground, and the dark army of Walking Corpse stumbled and fell into the cracks. Then the cracks closed, and what was once a vast army was now empty, leaving only a devastated landscape.

At this moment, the horde of corpses swallowed by the fissure in the earth completely severed its connection with the Shaman God.

Upon seeing this, the Shaman God immediately summoned nine blurry phantoms, nine First Rank Martial Warrior, each a peak Martial Dao artist with the strength to move mountains and fill seas, and once invincible among mortals.

Although their actual combat strength could not be the same as when they were alive, they only retained their physique, strength, and aura.

However, the Confucian Sage is not the same Confucian Sage he was in life, and with the Shaman God blocking his way and nine First Rank assistants, if used properly when facing other Transcendent Rank, these nine combat forces can change the course of the battle.

However, he was facing Confucian Sage.

The instant the nine First Rank Martial Warrior coalesced, nine figures also Fuxian in the sky on the other side.

A figure seated cross-legged on a nine-petaled lotus pedestal, with a miniature sun condensed behind his head, is a Buddhist Order Bodhisattva from thousands of years ago.

A man dressed in a dragon robe and crown, carrying a halberd on his back and holding a bronze sword with intricate carvings in his hand, was an emperor of the ancient Great Zhou.

A man, bare-chested, burly and strong, with a thick snake tail as his lower body, unarmed, and with eyes as red as snow.

One of them was entirely beast-like, resembling a lion with six heads and a mane made of tiny snakes.

Of the remaining six, three were scholars dressed in Confucian robes and wearing Confucian Crown, one of whom was the founder of the Cloud Deer Academy and First Rank Sub-Sage.

There were also three others dressed in Daoist robes; one exuded Sword Qi like a rainbow, one was imbued with the Power of Merit, and one was ethereal, as if he were in another world.

The Confucian Sage also summoned former powerful figures with whom he had karmic connections, and his system was more complex and his methods more comprehensive.

As for the method of summoning, it was simply by taking advantage of the Shaman God for free.

A Confucian School Confucian Scholar of the Sixth Rank can quickly learn other people's magic and skills and record them. For a scholar, learning ability is a basic skill.

At the level of Confucian Sage, one only needs to glance at an enemy's spell to perfectly replicate it.

Eighteen former powerful heroes clashed in battle, relying on the cooperation of multiple systems: Buddhist Order provided support, Confucian School provided control, Earth Sect reduced fortune, Demons and Barbarians and Warriors took the lead in absorbing damage, and Human Sect and Heaven Sect dealt damage.

The nine warrior spirits summoned by the Shaman God were swiftly wiped out.

"Curse Killing Technique has been used here!"

"This place is not for dreaming!"

"The power of heaven and earth must not be summoned here!"

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With each incantation, a portion of the Shaman God's magic was stripped away, while the Confucian Sage's figure became ethereal.

When the Confucian Sage stopped chanting, the Shaman God lost all his Transcendent abilities. He possessed Transcendent Rank rank but no longer had the corresponding power and magic.

Immediately afterwards, the Confucian Sage grasped the Carving Knife, his figure, already on the verge of becoming illusory, took a step forward, and thrust out the simple and unadorned Carving Knife. Instantly, wind and thunder roared, and the world changed color.

The dazzling, clear light expanded, resembling a miniature sun.

Layers of dark clouds dissipated, churning endlessly, until a gigantic, blurry face re-emerged, letting out an angry roar:

"The Confucian Sage!"

The next moment, it vanished along with the dark clouds.

The sun shines brightly, the sky is blue, there is no wind, only clouds, and everything is peaceful and serene.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The surviving civilians and officers looked around in bewilderment, and once they were sure they were safe, they burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Chu Yuanzhen stood there blankly, tears blurring his vision.

Huaiqing glanced at him; this mortal emperor was as cold as ice, concealing deep sorrow. He took a deep breath and said:

"The Shaman God is not dead; his Primordial Spirit was merely scattered by the Confucian Sage. He will surely return within three to five days. Brother Chu, you must go to Mount Quanrong immediately and have the Martial Arts Alliance cooperate with the Jianzhou government to gather the people, abandon their valuables, and evacuate to the capital as soon as possible."

Chu Yuanzhen nodded, hesitated slightly, and said:

"Your Majesty, and what about you?"

Huaiqing smiled bitterly:

"I have no Fate left in my body; the Great Feng Dynasty is doomed."

The Great Feng's Fate has dissipated, just like the Yan, Kang, and Jing dynasties. Without Fate, a country perishes and becomes part of the Great Feng.

Now that the Great Feng National Fate has lost all its fortunes, it seems only a matter of time before it is swallowed up by the Transcendent Rank.

Thinking of this, Chu Yuanzhen felt even heavier and more sorrowful, wondering where the future of the Great Feng lay, and where the future of all living beings in the Nine Provinces lay.

"Now all we can do is try our best and leave the rest to Heavenly Mandate."

Ignoring his grief, he bowed to Huaiqing, leaped onto the sword's spine, and roared away.

Leizhou.

A battlefield where winds and clouds rise and fall.

Yang Gong's body suddenly trembled, and he looked sharply towards the northeast, his face ashen, his eyes filled with deep sorrow.

As Confucian School of the Third Rank, he sensed the boundless and righteous spirit of heaven and earth, the descent of the Confucian Sage, and the choice made by Zhao Shou.

Overwhelmed by grief and bewilderment, the newly promoted Third Rank scholar murmured:

"The dean has fallen!"

"The Great Feng Dynasty has lost its National Fate."

Li Miaozhen, who was riding her Sword Control ahead, suddenly turned around, her eyes filled with sadness and a sense of desolation, as if her lips were gone and her teeth were cold.

The other Transcendent experts remained silent.

"Very good!"

With a single punch, the Bodhisattva Jialuoshu Asuro. He shook his bloodied fist, which instantly healed.

The Bodhisattva Guangxian, not far away, smiled, and Liuli breathed a sigh of relief.

The three Bodhisattva saw Zhao Shou leave but did not stop him. On the one hand, the departure of a Second Rank Great Confucian would greatly reduce their pressure; on the other hand, they also needed someone to hold off the Shaman God and buy time.

Because Shenshu is dying!

The two giants stood in the "mud" pool. One was the Buddha's condensed Dharma, which merged into the Vajra Dharma Idol. A ring of fire ignited behind his head, and twelve arms holding various Dharma implements grew from his back.

But the facial features remained blurry.

The other dark Dharma Idol had twelve pairs of arms, half of which were broken off and unable to reassemble for a long time; its aura had severely declined.

One side had seven Dharma Idol standing behind it, their imposing aura undiminished; the other Dharma Idol, lacking even the power to reassemble.

The difference in quality is immediately apparent.

"Call"

Golden waves surged, and the boundless "muddy pool" cracked open, spitting out miniature golden suns. These small suns quickly converged, gathering in the sky to form a gigantic, blazing sun.

Its size continues to grow.

Mahavairocana Tathagata Dharma Idol Buddha was condensed, the Buddha silently appeared beside Shenshu, his twelve arms on the right side striking out simultaneously.

Shenshu was slow to react, quickly turned to the side and raised his remaining eight arms to block.

The next moment, he slid out like a speeding train, his legs landing flat on the ground, splashing mud dozens of meters high.

"Bang!"

Only then did the sound of fists colliding ring out, heard by the Transcendent experts in the distance.

The Buddha reappeared behind Shenshu, his twelve arms slamming down with overwhelming force. The speed of the Pilgrim Dharma Idol surpassed the martial artist's premonition of danger.

Shenshu was knocked away again.

Bang bang bang bang! The Buddha appeared and disappeared repeatedly around Shenshu, his fists powerful and domineering, the force of his fists turning into a whirlwind that raged in all directions.

With each hammering, the pitch-black Dharma Idol inevitably became distorted, teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Bang!"

Shenshu, who had been struck by twelve heavy blows from two arms, leaned back but did not slip. He forcefully dissipated the force that could destroy mountains and cities, and with eight arms outstretched, he grabbed four of the Buddha's fists.

Immediately afterwards, Shenshu kicked the Buddha in the chest, forcefully pulling off His four arms.

A flash of light appeared at the mouth of the Pharmacist Dharma Idol bottle, and the Buddha's arm instantly returned to its original state. Six pairs of arms pressed down on Shenshu's shoulders, and suddenly he sank.

Boom!

Shenshu was forced to the ground.

He raised his head and let out a deep, powerful roar towards the Buddha.

The Buddha's face was blurred, his expression and emotions unseen, like a war machine devoid of feeling. His two arms reached out, pressed down on the upper and lower jaws of the dark Dharma Idol, and tore it apart forcefully.

Shenshu's mutilated head collapsed to the ground.

Then, the Buddha maintained the pressing motion with six pairs of arms, while the remaining six pairs of arms were raised high.

The Great Sun Reincarnation Dharma Idol slowly floated over.

Upon seeing this, the Transcendent experts from the Great Feng Sect felt a chill run down their spines, their brows furrowing sharply. Without any hesitation, the three Transcendent Daoist Order Sword Control flew out of their ranks on their swords and rushed towards Buddha and Shenshu.

The Shenshu cannot be defeated; as long as the Shenshu exists, it can still barely restrain and buy time.

If Shenshu is defeated, firstly, he might be taken to the Western Regions by the Buddha for purification; secondly, the people along the more than 100,000 li (approximately 50,000 kilometers) between Leizhou and the capital will all be reduced to ashes.

As expected, after Zhao Shou died and the Great Feng's fate was sealed, everything took a sharp turn for the worse, plunging into an irreversible crisis.

This is the will of Heaven, the unseen force.

At this moment, the Bodhisattva Liuli, along with the Jialuoshu and Guangxian, blocked the path of the three Transcendent from the Daoist Order.

Left with no other choice, Daoist Jinlian and Li Miaozhen had to stop; if they forced their way in, they would surely die.

With a gentle stomp of her foot, the Bodhisattva Liuli instantly expanded her Formless Liuli Domain, which not only covered the Great Feng Transcendent realm, but also the path leading to the battlefields of the Shenshu and the Buddha. This effectively blocked Li Miaozhen and the others from casting spells from a distance.

That's not all. The Jialuoshu formed a hand seal, solidifying space and complementing the Formless Liuli Domain.

On the other side, the "heavy" Great Sun Reincarnation Dharma Idol had already floated between the six hands of the Buddha, which were raised high.

Li Miaozhen, Jinlian, Asuro, Kou Yangzhou, and others felt their hearts clench suddenly, and despair rose in each of their hearts.

There's no one to help us.

We've run out of options.

There was no way to break through the blockade of the three Bodhisattva in a short time.

The tide has turned!

Heaven Sect.

Beneath the archway of the Immortal Mountain, Li Lingsu's forehead veins bulged and his cheek muscles bulged; he roared like an enraged lion:

"If the Transcendent Rank devours the Central Plains and replaces the Heavenly Dao, the entire Nine Provinces will be reduced to ashes. Will sealing the mountain be of any use? Will sealing the mountain make the Transcendent Rank turn a blind eye?"

"Now it's all over, your birth is useless anyway. You think you can beat the Shaman God?"

"Screw the Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotion! Human Race is gone, what's the point of cultivating Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotion? Get lost, I'm not cultivating Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotion."

"Why not be a decent person and forget about feelings? Weren't you born of parents? Weren't you all born from stones? If you've forgotten about feelings, why did you even have children?"

"The Human Sect and the Earth Sect are fighting to the death at the front, while our Heaven Sect is just cowering like a coward. You think you're worthy to be ranked alongside the Three Great Sects of Daoist Order?!"

The Holy Son roared, his face turning red and his neck thickening, his voice echoing like thunder throughout heaven and earth.

He lost his composure, and even if the Heavenly Venerable were to appear, it would be too late. That's why he gave up and acted recklessly.

"Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotion, huh? You won't leave the mountain, will you? Are you truly detached from emotions, or are you just afraid of death?" The Holy Son took a deep breath and roared.

"Heavenly Venerable, fuck your mother!!"

Fuck your mother.

Your mother.

The old woman's voice echoed repeatedly before distorting and disappearing.

P. S.: Typos will be corrected later.