Xuanhuang Origin!

The sky shattered, and tears flowed like a pillar!

The seven rifts, like seven wounds that never heal, stretched across the sky above the Xuanhuang Home Realm, cutting the once complete world into seven battlefields, each fighting its own battleground.

Dozens of True Lord joined forces to attack, and various colored lights intertwined to form a destructive torrent that submerged the crack layer by layer.

But the golden Buddha's hand remained completely still.

It stands before the rift, its five fingers slightly spread, palm facing outward, like an insurmountable golden barrier.

All attacks that land on it are like raindrops falling into the ocean, creating only insignificant ripples before dissipating into nothingness.

Above the Buddha's hand, the enormous swastika symbol slowly rotated. With each rotation, countless golden Sanskrit characters emerged from the symbol, spreading and intertwining in the void like living things, transforming, dissolving, and returning all approaching forces to nothingness.

"Is this the true strength of the Dao King? ---" The Myriad Manifestations True Lord stood in the distance, his face pale, the Myriad Manifestations Dao Aura in his hand flickering uncertainly.

He had just unleashed a powerful attack, enough to reduce an entire realm to dust, yet it only left a fleeting white mark on the Buddha's hand.

The halberd of the Desolate Halberd Heaven-Rending True Lord has been deformed.

The divine weapon that had accompanied him through countless battles and torn through countless voids was now bent at the blade and bent at the shaft, its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

He gripped the halberd shaft with both hands, his tiger's mouth splitting open, blood flowing down the shaft and dripping into the air, turning into specks of blood mist.

But in his eyes, the fighting spirit remained fierce.

"Again!" he roared, swinging his halberd once more.

This time, he did not slash at the Buddha's hand. Instead, he poured all his strength into the tip of the halberd, turning it into an extremely condensed black beam of light that pierced directly toward the "Swastika" Buddha seal in the center of the Buddha's hand.

That was the source of the World-Honored One's power, and also the only weakness of the Buddha's hand.

The Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord and he worked in perfect harmony.

Almost at the same moment, True Lord Wudao held his hands in a gesture of repose, and a pure, absolute "nothingness" condensed in his palms.

He pushed this mass of "nothing" towards the Buddha's hand, and hit the left and right sides of Zhenjun Huangji's beams of light at the same time on both sides of the "" Buddha seal.

"Boom-!!!"

Two loud explosions rang out simultaneously. The Buddha's hand trembled slightly, and the rotation speed of the swastika symbol in the palm suddenly decreased.

A crack as thin as a hair appeared on the Buddha seal.

"Effective!" Qingyuan True Lord Wendao's eyes lit up, and his figure sprang up, the cyan sword light transforming into a long rainbow that stretched across the sky and earth, slashing straight at the crack.

Following closely behind, the True Lord Vast Sea and Fine Dust unleashed countless water elemental Sword Qi from the illusory ocean, pouring down like a torrential rain onto the same spot.

At the same moment, dozens of True Lord poured all their power into that crack.

"Snap--!!!"

A crisp, resounding crash, like the shattering of glass, exploded.

The swastika Buddhist seal was broken.

Golden fragments scattered and flew everywhere, each fragment radiating a breathtaking Buddhist light, drawing dazzling trails in the void.

The Buddha's hand trembled violently and recoiled several feet.

"It's done!" Sage Wang True Lord exclaimed softly, and the scroll in his hand shone brightly.

But before he could finish speaking, the Buddha's hand reached out again.

This time, it's not defense, it's attack.

The Buddha's hand spread its five fingers and gently pressed down in the direction of the dozens of True Lord.

"Hum one"

An invisible yet suffocatingly heavy pressure erupted from the palm of the Buddha's hand.

The pressure wasn't directed at any one person, but rather covered the entire battlefield.

All the True Lord felt an overwhelming force pressing down on their shoulders, and their bodies involuntarily sank downwards.

"Puff""

Dozens of muffled groans rang out simultaneously.

All the True Lord were injured by this single press.

Qi Yun at the very front, bearing the greatest pressure.

His robes were torn, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he did not retreat.

The blue sky behind them spun wildly, the sun, moon, and stars shone brightly, and mountains and rivers roared and surged, dissipating the Buddha's hand's oppressive power layer by layer.

"Fellow Daoists," his voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power, "Do not scatter."

Concentrate your forces and attack one point.

He raised his right hand, and a Primordial Unity Sword Intent condensed in his palm.

The sword is a chaotic color, with the phantom images of the sun, moon and stars flowing across its blade, and the outlines of mountains and rivers faintly visible at the hilt.

"I, Qi, will clear the way for you all!"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

His figure transformed into a chaotic Flowing Light, crashing straight into the Buddha's hand. The Primordial Unity Sword Intent in his hand rose high and slashed fiercely at the Buddha's hand!

"Clang--!!!"

A clear, resonant sound, like metal clashing against metal, exploded out.

A deep gash was cut into the Buddha's hand.

Golden blood seeped from the crack, dripping into the void and transforming into a shower of golden light. Each drop of blood contained the purest and most potent Buddhist power.

The World-Honored One's voice emanated from the crack, still peaceful, yet carrying a faint hint of coldness.

"Young friend, you're courting death."

"Fellow Daoists!" Qi Yun shouted sharply, "If we don't act now, when will we?"

Dozens of True Lord set off simultaneously. This time, no one held back.

The Desolate Halberd Heaven-Rending True Lord burned his Essence Blood, pushing his halberd to its limit; the Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord condensed the Return to Nothingness Dao into a single point, piercing towards the Buddha's Hand; the Qingyuan True Lord Wendao man and sword into one, transforming into a streak of azure sword light; the True Lord Vast Sea and Fine Dust manifested an entire ocean, submerging the Buddha's Hand; the Nine Revolutions Undying True Lord's golden body blazed with golden flames, unleashing a punch—

Dozens of great paths and dozens of powers converged into an unprecedented torrent of destruction, crashing directly into the crack on the Buddha's middle finger.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

An indescribably terrifying explosion rang out.

The entire sky trembled, and the seven cracks shook.

Under the impact of the torrent, the Buddha's Hand citron finally succumbed and broke apart with a crash!

Golden blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing half the sky golden.

"Very well," the World-Honored One's voice rang out again, "This is the first time in all of eternity that I have been injured."

"Then I'll let you get hurt a few more times today," Qi Yun said calmly.

He was about to swing his sword again when he suddenly felt a pang of fear.

It did not come from the World-Honored One, but from other cracks.

He turned his head abruptly.

From within the pitch-black rift, a dark figure raised its hands and ripped them apart fiercely in the direction of True Lord Contemplating the One.

Two black lines slashed out, tearing a gap in the barrier set up by True Lord Contemplating the One Canyi. At the same time, from within the dark red Blood Sea, a pale hand reached out, grabbing for True Lord Contemplating the One's back;

From within the bluish-gray crack, the Sword Qi silently slashed out, aiming straight for the True Lord Contemplating the One;

Within the ghastly white crack, the moon-white figure gently tapped the jade ruyi in her hand, the clear sound resonating deep within the mind of True Lord Contemplating the One:

From the azure rift, icy chains emerged like venomous snakes, coiling towards the feet of True Lord Contemplating the One;

From within the purple-gold crack, the figure wearing a flat-topped crown raised his hand and gently pressed it down on True Lord Contemplating the One.

The six Dao King attacked simultaneously.

The goal is to True Lord Contemplating the One.

The True Lord Contemplating the One narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his hands repeatedly, creating countless layers of barriers in front of him.

But under the combined attack of the six Dao King, those barriers were as fragile as paper, collapsing at the slightest touch. He groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and staggered backward.

The World-Honored One's voice rang out again, still peaceful.

"Young friends, your time is running out."

Before he finished speaking, the broken Buddha's hand grew back.

It's not rebirth, but "rewinding," as if time has reversed, erasing what has already happened.

The Buddha's Hand citron has returned to its original state, even more solid and terrifying than before.

Qi Yun's pupils contracted slightly.

He then realized that the terror of the Dao King lay not only in their power, but also in their control over the Great Dao.

In the World-Honored One's realm, time, cause and effect, and life and death are all determined by him.

"How can we fight like this?" Blood Slaughter True Lord's voice was hoarse.

"We'll fight even if we can't." The Desolate Halberd Heaven-Rending True Lord sneered, raising his halberd once more. "I've lived all these years, and I've never been afraid of anyone."

He was about to rush forward when Qi Yun raised his hand to stop him.

"Wait," Qi Yun said in a deep voice, "I have a way."

He closed his eyes and focused his mind on the blue sky behind him.

That patch of blue sky was spinning wildly at that moment.

The sun and moon Lunzhuan a hundred times faster, the stars twinkle a thousand times faster, and the rushing of mountains and rivers is ten thousand times more powerful.

It wasn't his will that was driving it, but rather Qingtian himself was "breathing"—devouring the primordial energy of the Xuanhuang Home Realm, devouring the power of the Dao Fruit of the All Wonders Heaven, and devouring the chaotic energy escaping from the seven cracks.

It's growing. Growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing like crazy.

Qi Yun opened his eyes, looking at the crack in the World-Honored One and at the golden Buddha hand.

"Again," he said calmly.

He raised his right hand, and the Primordial Unity Sword condensed once more.

This time, the sword no longer only featured the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers, but also the phantom of a tree—the phantom of that Xuanhuang Treasure Tree.

The tree is rooted in the boundless soil, its branches extend into the endless void, each leaf is a realm, and each fruit is a world.

That is Xuanhuang).

Qi Yun his sword.

This sword strike wasn't aimed at the Buddha's hand, but at the crack itself.

"Laugh"

Where the sword light passed, the edges of the crack began to crumble.

The golden Buddhist light, upon touching the sword light, quickly faded and dissipated like diluted ink, transforming into the most primordial chaotic energy.

The World-Honored One's voice finally showed a slight fluctuation.

"This is... the Xuanhuang Origin?"

"Not bad," Qi Yun said calmly. "What you stole from Xuanhuang, I will now take back."

The sword light grew stronger, while the crack grew smaller.

The World-Honored One's hand struggled frantically, trying to resist, but in the face of the illusory image of the Xuanhuang Treasure Tree, all resistance seemed pale and powerless.

Because that tree is the true master of this land.

He, however, was nothing more than a fruit parasitizing the tree.

"How much of this power can you use?" The World-Honored One's voice revealed a hint of coldness.

Qi Yun ignored it; he simply pushed the sword light to its limit, erasing the crack inch by inch.

The golden light of Buddha completely dissipated.

A crack, then closed.

The World-Honored One's will was forced to retreat.

Only six cracks remained in the sky.

At this moment, the True Lord Contemplating the One was originally resisting the six Dao King, appeared beside Qi Yun at some unknown time.

His gaze had already fallen upon the longsword in his hand, which reflected the image of the Xuanhuang Treasure Tree.