My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1145 Sudden Attack
"That's... the true fire of the sun?"

The pupils of the Primordial Celestial Venerable shrank sharply. He could clearly feel the terrifying temperature contained in the pillar of light—this was far beyond what immortals could compare to the true fire magic weapon of the sun. It had no spiritual power mixed in, and was purely the scorching power of the sun's origin. It was as if the temperature of the entire sun was compressed into the pillar of light. Wherever it passed, the sea of ​​clouds evaporated instantly, and the air was distorted by the heat.

The first beam of light struck the array of disciples of the Chan Sect.

Several disciples wielding immortal swords hastily raised their blades to defend themselves, but the moment the swords touched the pillar of light, they emitted a sizzling sound as the swords melted, instantly turning into molten iron and igniting the disciples' robes along with them. "Ah—" Amidst screams of agony, several disciples were engulfed by the pillar of light, their very souls dissipating in the intense heat before they could even escape.

The temperature of focused sunlight can easily reach hundreds of millions of degrees, far exceeding the temperature resistance limit of the Fire Avoidance Technique. Even the Fire Element Defense Formation cannot withstand the power of heaven and earth, which contains not a trace of spiritual energy or immortal energy.

The Western sect also suffered. A beam of light grazed Kasyapa's robe, and the robe instantly burst into flames. Kasyapa hurriedly activated his Buddha light to extinguish the fire, but found that the true fire of the sun was not suppressed by the Buddha light at all. Instead, it burned even more fiercely. If Ananda had not used his staff to knock his robe away in time, he would probably have been burned.

"This fire... is not afraid of Buddha's light!" Kasyapa was still in shock, staring at the pillar of light that was still scorching the sea of ​​clouds, his eyes full of doubt and uncertainty.

Unlike the disciples of the Chan Sect who had been in seclusion and cultivating in seclusion, the disciples of the Western Sect had witnessed the power of the heavenly fire that descended from the sky, which was their last line of defense against the army of demonic insects during their most difficult period.

In the past, they had only watched from afar as the heavenly fire chased and burned the insect swarms, instantly carbonizing those invulnerable and fire-resistant demonic insects. However, this time they themselves became the targets of the heavenly fire and realized how powerful it was.

I thought that the true fire of the sun was extremely strong and yang, and had the same attributes as the golden body of the Western religion, so there was no relationship of mutual generation and restraint. The golden body should have a high degree of resistance. But I only realized after being burned by the true fire that talking about toxicity without considering dosage is just being irresponsible.

The power of magical artifacts forged by ordinary immortals using the true fire of the sun is far inferior to the true fire formed by directly focusing and refracting sunlight. Each pillar of fire is formed by countless giant mirrors that refract one-thousandth of the sunlight energy on the surface of the sun.

A beam of light from one-thousandth of the sun's surface area can be concentrated into a beam one meter thick. Theoretically, the temperature at its center could easily exceed one million degrees Celsius, and its power would be enough to instantly vaporize any substance on the Earth's surface. The point of illumination would form a devastating "artificial volcano."

If the beam of light shines for one second, the energy input is equivalent to one million times the world's annual power generation, or the total energy of 7 x 10^9 "Little Boy" atomic bomb explosions.

Even a monkey with a body of steel that could withstand the Samadhi Fire, after spending forty-nine days in Laozi's alchemy furnace, would instantly vaporize when exposed to this beam of light, since the boiling point of steel is only three thousand degrees.

There were hundreds of such beams of light, which precisely locked onto targets in the allied forces of immortals and Buddhas whose cultivation was above that of Golden Immortals, focusing on them with unwavering precision.

The three saints had solemn expressions, and spiritual power had gathered in their palms. However, after exchanging a glance, it slowly dissipated. As saints, it would be beneath their dignity to attack a mortal's "weapon" at this moment.

Saints are subject to the constraints of the Heavenly Way. When Nuwa was so angry with King Zhou that she was screaming and yelling, she didn't just slap him into mincemeat. It was because of her status that she couldn't directly kill a mortal.

Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth and said, "You disciples, quickly form an array to resist! Don't let mortals laugh at us!" But his command came too late. The mirror-like surface of the sun-obscuring sky continued to refract beams of light, and wave after wave of attacks fell like a golden rainstorm. The formation of the allied forces of immortals and Buddhas was already in chaos due to the surprise attack, and now it was even worse.

Among the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, Huanglong Zhenren attempted to use his dragon-shaped spiritual power to envelop his disciples and evade attacks, but a beam of light pierced through the spiritual power shield, scorching his dragon scales and forcing him to retreat in a sorry state. Daoxing Tianzun's Demon-Subduing Pestle could barely block the beam of light, but the temperature of the pestle rose sharply, scalding him so much that he had to let go and watch helplessly as the Demon-Subduing Pestle fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

The Buddha's disciples in the Western religion were in complete chaos. The formation of three thousand Jiedi was shattered by the pillar of light, and many Jiedi's armor was melted, exposing their burned skin. The Buddha's light of the Vidyarajas gradually dimmed under the high temperature, and even the wisdom sword of Acala Vidyaraja showed tiny cracks. They were used to using Buddha's light to suppress evil spirits, but they never thought that their supernatural powers would be so powerless in the face of pure physical heat.

Of course, in this magical world, the true fire of the sun is not just a simple physical phenomenon, but also a kind of supreme yang energy of heaven and earth.

The Buddha's power and the true fire of the sun are both of the highest yang nature and do not counteract each other. So it becomes a simple numerical comparison. Among all the disciples of the Western religion, only the Great Sun Tathagata can withstand the intense heat of the true fire of the sun.

Just as the immortals and Buddhas were busy dodging the beams of light, the clouds were suddenly torn open with an even larger gap. Countless drones swarmed out from the gap, and the "Scorpion Sting Fragment Missiles" mounted under their wings exploded in the array of immortals and Buddhas, scattering countless fragments coated with the poison of the Horse-Slaying Stake.

In the far reaches of space, the starship fleet gradually came into view. The main cannons of the warships were fully charged and emitted a bright green warship-class traction beam, which swooped down from the sky and accurately hit the weak point of the allied forces of immortals and Buddhas. Those hit by the beam, whether Buddhas or immortals, were firmly locked by a powerful force that was many times greater than the Immortal Binding Rope. Their bodies could not move as if they were dragging a huge star, and they could not exert any strength at all.

"It's an attack from space!"

Guang Chengzi roared and was about to take off with the Heaven-Turning Seal to defend himself, but he had to be careful of the poison needles flying everywhere. He was caught off guard and was hit by two needles. He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and his condensed immortal power dissipated.

He tried to activate the spell again, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the warship's beam struck the disciple beside him.

At this moment, the allied forces of immortals and Buddhas had completely lost the solemnity and grandeur that had existed just a short while before.

The disciples of the Chan Sect fought individually, some trying to defend themselves with magical treasures, while others only focused on dodging attacks, without any coordinated defense. The disciples of the Western Sect, on the other hand, frantically sought help from the Bodhisattva, their chanting of Sanskrit incoherent and chaotic, unable to even form a basic Buddhist light array.

Manjushri Bodhisattva's sword of wisdom shattered several drones, but as soon as he turned around, he found that most of the Buddha's disciples behind him had been burned by the beam of light; Samantabhadra Bodhisattva wanted to gather his disciples, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by the beams of light from the space fleet.

Although the immortals and Buddhas possessed profound cultivation, they had never studied the subject of "warfare" and remained stuck in the mindset of magical combat. They did not form formations during group battles and had no idea how to coordinate their attacks.

The same was true of the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect back then, and now, several hundred years later, the current alliance of Chan and Buddhas has made little progress.

(End of this chapter)