Humans are devouring and selling off the heavens.

Chapter 83 Subduing the King of Divine Artifacts! Destroying Yang Pan!
In the vast, turbulent void, spanning countless billions of miles, a streak of light flashed, instantly pulverizing the various meteorites and meteors behind it.

With the speed of his physical body, plus the divine soul comparable to the Eight Tribulation Divine Thought tearing through the void, Hong Yi's speed even surpassed the speed of light passing by!

"You little beast, you think you can escape the King of Divine Artifacts?!"

A mighty aura emanated from behind Hong Yi, like the king of gods descending upon the world, causing the surrounding space to shatter in response.

"Yang Pan, do you think I'm running away?"

Hong Yi immediately turned around, and 129,600 thoughts instantly attached themselves to his body. He pointed one finger to the sky and one finger to the earth, and an aura of dominance over heaven and earth suddenly burst forth!

At this moment, he was far from the Great Qian territory, and even more so, he was hundreds of millions of miles away from the Great Thousand World.

In this void of chaos, all was deathly still and lifeless, and Hong Yi no longer had any scruples!

"Now, the Tathagata Sutra—the Tathagata's Divine Palm!"

"Parajati, Parasamgate, Nandasenandaparamud!"

In an instant, he formed a fist seal, which was none other than the King of Dharma Seals of the Supreme Being of Ten Thousand Buddhas and Ten Thousand Paths!
The instant the fist struck, an invincible power erupted.

Even seated atop the supposedly otherworldly vessel, Emperor Qian, Yang Pan, suddenly felt an even more vast and profound sense of the other shore pressing down upon him—

A colossal Buddha statue, towering to the heavens and standing upright, filled the boundless void, crammed all things in heaven and earth, and filled Yang Pan's entire field of vision!

He seemed to be facing the supreme Buddha directly, about to guide all sentient beings to the other shore!
The original meaning of Paragate is precisely to go to the other shore!

From all directions, the primordial energy and space poured out wildly, like a severed Milky Way cascading back, with endless heavy water rushing down.

The chaotic void stretching for tens of thousands of miles around collapsed layer by layer under this punch, as if it were a thin sheet!

"This little beast actually knows the 'Present Tathagata Sutra'?!" Yang Pan was shocked, his face filled with astonishment.

But faced with such immense fist intent, Yang Pan did only one thing.

Ram the Ship of Creation!
Boom! !

The void rippled like water, and under the drifting of the Creation Ship, all the meteorites and meteors within a thousand miles were reduced to dust!

Even if this King of Divine Artifacts is no longer at its peak, it is still the King of Divine Artifacts, a magical artifact from the other shore!
Its power is immense and unstoppable. All it takes is to crush it, and whether it is a peak human immortal or a creator, they will only suffer serious injury or even death!

Hong Yi met his gaze with cold indifference, as if the Buddha were subduing a demon, his entire body radiating Buddhist light.

In an instant, the fist imprint collided violently with the giant ship!
Heaven and earth, all things, and time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only the chaotic void exploding like a tsunami.

Click——click——

Amidst the cracking sound of space shattering, the person and the boat were suddenly separated.

To everyone's horror, the supposedly indestructible Creation Ship was shaken and slightly pushed back, its hull flashing with intense light!
"How can it be?!!"

Yang Pan roared in anger, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had been in charge of the Ship of Creation for many years, and never imagined that someone could shake the King of Divine Artifacts with their physical fist imprints!

"Yang Pan, even if you are the king of divine artifacts, you must submit before me!" Hong Yi's voice was like a booming bell, and the Buddha image became more and more solid as he spoke.

As the light of Buddha flowed from his fingertips, the mantras of the Ten Dharma Mudras resounded like thunder:
"Fundamental Seal! Wisdom Seal! Great Thousand Seal! Immeasurable Seal! Nirvana Seal! Formless Seal! Bodhi Seal! Gate Seal! Paramita Seal!"

Each mantra transformed into golden Sanskrit characters, like the voices of Buddhas transmitting the Dharma, resounding throughout countless Buddha lands, with countless Buddha chants echoing even from the depths of the void. In the blink of an eye, the Ten Great Seals of the Tathagata's Palm swirled endlessly in his palm, their hundreds of transformations flashing like lightning and illusions!

In an instant, an ancient and wondrous Buddha appeared behind Hong Yi, resembling a supreme being of eternal bliss, illuminating the entire void before Yang Pan's eyes—

The Thousand-Armed Tathagata, Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage!
The ancient Buddha extended its palm, which instantly transformed into hundreds of giant hands, continuously growing larger and larger until its power reached its limit, seemingly about to smash the Ark of Creation to pieces!

Before Yang Pan could stabilize the ship, the ten great seals, layer upon layer, bombarded the Creation Ship with a force a thousand times stronger than before, like a planet exploding!
boom! ! ! !

Boundless true energy surged forth, sweeping across the universe and reaching the highest heavens! A dazzling light erupted like the sun, illuminating this desolate void.

The void, spanning tens of thousands of miles, was completely shattered at this moment!

With just this one strike, the entire Creation Ship trembled violently, and Emperor Qian Yang Pan was so shaken that blood flowed from his seven orifices, his soul and thoughts were almost shattered, and he instantly fell into a coma.

"Come out! Yang Pan, the King of Divine Artifacts is in your hands, but it's just gathering dust!"

Hong Yi grabbed the Emperor of Daqian from the boat as if he were an ant.

"Woof!! Woof woof!!!"

In the blink of an eye, the outcome was decided. The King of Divine Artifacts had been defeated, and Emperor Qian had become a prisoner.

Confined within the Lesser Thousand Worlds, Hong Xuanji's eyes widened in fury as he barked madly.

Hong Yi glanced at it and said with a faint smile, "You old castrated dog, keep barking. To save you from being a dog, Emperor Qian was willing to abandon even the capital city of Yujing and insisted on killing you. I will not do as he wishes!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fist, and more than 70,000 of Yang Pan's divine soul thoughts flew out!

No one could have imagined that this Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty was already a powerful figure who had undergone six tribulations of lightning!
"Hong Xuanji, you wanted to kill me to help Emperor Qian break through to the Creator realm? Today, I will return the favor!"

Before he finished speaking, a surge of thunderous true energy erupted from Hong Yi's mouth, transforming into a lightning tribulation that instantly swept over all of Yang Pan's thoughts and consciousness.

Like a great river extinguishing a wildfire, these thoughts were instantly washed away from memory and refined by Hong Yi.

"I...I've become a mortal?!"

All thoughts were withdrawn, and Emperor Qian, Yang Pan, finally came to his senses.

But at this moment, he no longer possessed imperial majesty; he was old and decrepit, as if he were halfway into a coffin.

The once invincible Emperor Qian, Yang Pan, had all his cultivation stripped away and was reduced to an ordinary mortal.

The once high and mighty Emperor Qian, Yang Pan, looked at himself now, like a mortal, and couldn't accept it at all. He couldn't breathe, spat out another mouthful of blood, and fainted!
"Woof woof!!! Woof woof woof!"

Even though he was in the form of a dog, Hong Xuanji was so enraged by this scene that he vomited blood and almost died from anger. He barked incessantly, with blood and foam flying everywhere.

As a master of Neo-Confucianism, he believed that Yang Pan should have become the ancient Holy Emperor, recreated the Immortal Dynasty, and even achieved the status of a Yang God!

For this, it was even willing to offer up its immortal body, risking its life, so that the emperor could achieve the status of a Yang God.

But now, Yang Pan has been reduced to a mortal by his own wicked son!
Without Taoist cultivation, one cannot become a Yang God, nor even a Ghost Immortal; one is merely a mortal. How can one become a Holy Emperor and Heavenly Emperor, commanding the submission of all immortals?!

This was more painful than killing Hong Xuanji, and a million times more despairing and enraging than turning him into a beast or a castrated dog!
But no matter how much it barked and howled, how could Hong Yi be affected by the barking of a beast?

(End of this chapter)