Covering the sky: Starting from the Golden Crow of the Holy Cliff

Chapter 181 Relics of the old era, you dare to flaunt your imperial status here? What are you?
With the Buddha's body severed, Mount Sumeru was the first to be affected. Boundless spiritual power exploded, causing many people's expressions to change drastically as they watched helplessly as the power of faith backfired.

Incense offerings are like water; they can support a boat, but they can also capsize it!
The reclusive monks within the Great Thunderclap Temple were the first to awaken, attempting to gather the power of faith. However, their strength was insufficient, and they were no match for the aftermath of the extraterrestrial war. If they were to charge forward, they would surely perish.

At the critical moment, at the foot of Mount Sumeru, a solemn Buddhist chant resounded, and a withered old monk stepped out of his prison, standing in front of the Buddhist kingdom to receive the boundless power of faith.

"Ancient Buddha..." a disciple called out, unable to bear the outcome.

"Amitabha Buddha, if I don't go to hell, who will?" the old man murmured, like an ascetic monk, with a dharma image supporting the sky behind him, standing there firmly.

With his own body, he protected hundreds of millions of lives in the Western Desert!

This is the practice of Buddhism!

Blood splattered instantly, Moke's body exploded, dripping with blood, and he was severely injured in an instant, leaving only his primordial spirit. He had blocked the most terrifying wave of impact.

"We are willing to suffer the calamity together with the Great Ancient Buddha!"

Numerous monks on Mount Sumeru called out, and even bodhisattvas in seclusion appeared, quickly mobilizing the power of faith to block the backlash of the mental energy together with Maha.

Once the power of the waterfall weakened slightly, the monks quickly welcomed Maha's primordial spirit into the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

The latter held immense prestige on Mount Sumeru and was a native monk of the Western Desert; in comparison, the old monkey was the outsider.

The so-called suppression was nothing more than self-exile...

"I never expected there to be a Great Sage in the Western Desert." An ancient king murmured, moved by the sight, and deeply wary of Buddhism.

Many people, however, were focused on the battlefield outside the region, where the outcome was about to be decided. This result was not unexpected, but the process was indeed full of twists and turns and absolutely thrilling.

Within the Great Xia Dynasty in Zhongzhou, some people celebrated their victory, believing they had chosen the right side this time. With the Heavenly Court's great victory, it could be considered a major triumph for Great Xia.

"True Black Seal!"

Bathed in the true fire of the sun, Yan Ming activated the Hengyu Furnace, unleashing a fierce attack with divine flames shining everywhere, causing the old ape, who resembled the reappearance of the Fighting Saint Emperor, to retreat continuously.

The old monkey's face was grim, and he sighed inwardly, knowing that there was no hope in this battle.

But at this moment, we have no choice but to face the challenge head-on. There is no other option now; retreating means certain death, while bravely advancing might just create a future.

His elder brother also encountered an unimaginable enemy and almost died, but he was reborn after being destroyed and eventually achieved enlightenment!
At this moment, countless strands of Buddhist light overflowed from the body of the Victorious Fighting Buddha, blocking the four attacks from Yan Ming. He fully activated his magic power, even spitting out blood from his heart to sacrifice to the Immortal Iron Cudgel. He was fighting desperately.

"boom!"

The dragon-patterned black-gold cauldron radiated dark light, and nine black dragons roared across the heavens with immense power. The cauldron slammed down, filling the area with primordial energy. The heavens exploded, turning into chaos.

"what……"

The Victorious Fighting Buddha, wielding the Vajra Pestle, fought with all his might, but it was no use. His past self was already at a disadvantage due to being surrounded and attacked. Now, encountering the Supreme Emperor Sword, he was almost killed in a single exchange, his blood churning from the shock.

The Supreme Emperor Sword is primarily for offense and conquest. When the founder of the Great Xia Dynasty rose to power, he cleaved through five regions with his sword, reigning supreme and forging unparalleled fame. Now that it has fallen into Yan Ming's hands, it is as if the Supreme Emperor has been reborn. With a wave of his hand, the sword light is like a waterfall, the traces of the Great Dao descend, and the imperial dragon aura covers the sky and the earth, transforming into a dazzling divine light that falls down, pressing down on the old ape's body and almost causing him to disintegrate.

This past incarnation was incredibly fierce. Even when surrounded, he only attacked and never defended. His combat power was terrifying. He swept across the world with an iron rod, killing with ferocity, as if a battle immortal had descended to earth.

But under these circumstances, unless he breaks through to become a quasi-emperor during the battle, there is no other possibility!
A few breaths later, Yan Ming stepped forward, holding the Taihuang Sword in his right hand and a bloodied holy ape head in his left. The old ape died with its eyes wide open, blood streaming from them, filled with intense resentment and bitterness. As his past self was severed, the Victorious Fighting Buddha coughed up blood. That was his obsessive self, the one most closely connected to him, and its severance had an extremely terrifying impact.

At the same time, three Daoist figures approached, locking down the east, west, south, and north – this was a desperate situation!

"when!"

The Hengyu Furnace slammed down, crashing onto the Demon-Subduing Pestle with a deafening roar. The star field trembled, meteors shattered, and the Victorious Fighting Buddha was wounded, spitting blood, unable to withstand the attack.

"Don't you bow down!" Taiyin Shen roared through the starry sky, riding a black dragon and unleashing a devastating attack. The old monkey was forced to block it, and the immortal iron rod in his hand overflowed with thousands of rays of light, almost flying away.

The void surged, and a dragon sword, cold yet dazzling, emerged from the gap, piercing his chest and unleashing a burst of blazing light, intent on utterly ending the battle.

"Roar……"

Suddenly, the black iron rod trembled violently, and a golden giant ape that reached the heavens and treads on the netherworld emerged, letting out a roar that resounded throughout the heavens and earth, suppressing the nine heavens and ten earths.

"The Fighting Saint Emperor!" someone exclaimed.

"What... How come the old Holy Emperor who passed away in the ancient times has reappeared?"

"Holy Emperor, it really is him! After all these years... he's still alive!?"

Some kings of the ancient tribes watched from afar, and some had even met the Fighting Saint Emperor and witnessed his true appearance. Upon seeing this sight, they couldn't help but tremble; that majestic figure filled them with fear and trepidation.

The five regions were shaken. No one expected that the Immortal Iron Rod contained the battle avatar of an ancient emperor. This was absolutely the most terrifying thing.

The black-gold iron rod shone with divine light, countless auspicious rays scattered across the battlefield beyond the realm, illuminating an eternal radiance, unleashing the supreme imperial might!
However, what was most astonishing was that golden giant ape, whose divine power was unparalleled, and who looked down upon the six directions and eight wastelands. Its momentum soared to the nine heavens and pressed down into the nine netherworlds, and its roar shook the ancient star of the Big Dipper!

"Oh!"

The true might of the ancient emperor spread like a tsunami, seemingly about to cleave through the three thousand realms, covering the sky and the earth, its majestic power shaking the past and present, even causing the Great Sage to retreat.

Almost instantly, the Hengyu Furnace, the Dragon Pattern Cauldron, and the Jiuli Diagram all flew horizontally, and the three illusory bodies all exploded, breaking the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones!

"Buzz!"

Yan Ming's true form soared into the sky, emanating sacrificial energy, and calmly gazed at the invincible avatar: "What talk of bullying the weak and never tolerating it? In the end, it's nothing but empty words."

"I have lost, but the Fighting Holy Ape Clan has not lost!"

The Victorious Fighting Buddha closed his eyes, blood continuously flowing from his body, his breath waning, while the golden ape, majestic and awe-inspiring, fought in his place, coldly watching the Fire Spirit.

"Summon the Holy Prince!" A chilling divine thought rang out, carrying an unstoppable domineering power and unparalleled terror.

This is not the real Fighting Saint Emperor, but his thought, just like the one-armed old man between the Big Dipper and the Purple Star Domain, who believed in his master.

"Heh, do you really think you're invincible just because you have a Dharma Body?" Yan Ming couldn't help but sneer. Suddenly, his sword-like eyebrows shot up, and he scolded, "A remnant soul from the Primordial Era, a relic of the old age, dares to flaunt your imperial status here? What are you?"

(End of this chapter)