My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 146 Unstoppable Force, Wings That Hang Over the Sky, The Most Brilliant Battle!
The Buddha image before me is so sacred and solemn, so real and perfect, that it is almost a manifestation of the real Buddha in the world!

Even the usually calm and composed Holy Monk Baojia was astonished at this moment.

At this moment, with the appearance of the Buddha's phantom, the chanting of the ten thousand monks that had filled the spiritual world came to an abrupt end.

The millions of golden lotuses involuntarily tilted slightly towards the direction of the Buddha, as if they were paying homage.

“Baojia”.

A grand voice exploded in the mind of the holy monk Baojia, causing his body to tremble.

But then, the Buddha in the void slowly raised his right hand, his fingers slender and flawless, with a hazy radiance gathered at his fingertips. His gaze remained compassionate and peaceful as he looked down at the holy monk Baojia, who appeared as if he were a clay or wooden sculpture.

"Your Zen mind is not firm, your wisdom eye is not clear, all that you see is false, all that you cling to is empty. Go into the cycle of reincarnation, experience extreme suffering and extreme bliss, see through the illusion, and then continue your practice."

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingertip pointed forward lightly, and instantly a dazzling light shone, obscuring all of the Holy Monk Baojia's vision and plunging him into complete darkness.

"Wow~"

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a boundless desert, with the scorching sun overhead, the burning sand beneath his feet, and his stomach both hungry and thirsty.

Then, about ten feet in front of him, a clear spring suddenly appeared out of nowhere, its water rippling and its vapor sweet. Without thinking, he took a few steps forward, stretched out his hands, and tried to cup the sweet dew in his hands. But the moment his hands touched the spring water, the clear spring instantly turned into mud and sand.

In the distance, another clear spring appeared. He swallowed hard, continued forward, bent down and cupped the water, but as before, the spring water turned into mud and sand.

Further away, a spring appeared once more...

The more one thirsts for water, the less likely one is to get it.

"Wow~"

After failing to obtain water after countless attempts, the scenery suddenly changed, and he found himself in a luxurious palace, where melodious music, celestial maidens, and exquisite nectar were all within his reach.

He could get whatever he wanted in the next second without any restraint. That light, blissful state of forgetting everything almost made him fall into depravity.

"Wow~"

The screen changes again.

This time, he experienced a lifetime: the moment he was born, the years of hard study, the moment he passed the imperial examination, the moment he got married, the ups and downs of his official career, and the moment he was surrounded by his children and grandchildren...

Separation from loved ones, encountering those one hates, and not getting what one desires.

These are the emotions and obsessions of ordinary people that linger in their hearts.

At his bedside, his wife held his hand tightly, and the cries of his children and grandchildren filled the air. He sighed softly.

"Clap~"

The scene shattered like a mirror, and he continued to be trapped in numerous illusions.

Transforming into livestock, entering hell, becoming a celestial being, treading the dust of the mortal world... countless illusions intertwined, making his consciousness increasingly confused.

"who am I?"

Celestial being or mortal?
Livestock, or demons?
His many identities and experiences have made his self-awareness increasingly blurred.

I don't know how much time passed; it felt like a moment, yet also like eternity.

The endless cycle of illusion recedes like the tide.

As the bright sunlight entered his eyes, the holy monk Baojia was suddenly brought back to reality. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He raised his head, his face somewhat pale, propped himself up, stood up unsteadily, and clasped his hands together in thanks to Huang Tian, ​​saying, "Thank you, Benefactor Huang."

He expressed his gratitude for two reasons. First, if Huang Tian hadn't spared him, he might have continued to sink into the cycle of reincarnation, and who knows what might have happened then. Second, after experiencing hundreds and thousands of reincarnations, he vaguely felt that he had gained a deeper understanding of Buddhism and the path of martial arts, hence his words of thanks.

Huang Tian smiled faintly upon hearing this and nodded slightly to him.

To the Venerable Monk Baojia, this scene was like the living Buddha in his spiritual world nodding to him. He was slightly shaken, bowed again in thanks, and said:

"This humble monk admits defeat and will step aside."

With a light touch of his toes, he flew up into the clouds and sat on the leisurely white clouds with the Three Wonders Immortals who had just emerged disheveled from the mountains.

"What... what just happened? How could the holy monk admit defeat before even exchanging blows?" Outside the mountains, some martial artists looked completely bewildered.

They saw the holy monk Baojia utter a Buddhist chant, then his body stiffened. After only a few breaths, he suddenly shuddered and fell to the ground, then got up and admitted defeat. It was all too inexplicable.

"What exactly happened? I don't understand any of it!"

"They must have fought... divine will! Yes! It must have been divine will fighting!"

"That's right, their divine wills clashed, and in the end, the Holy Monk Baojia was defeated..."

"..."

As several masters with keen eyesight explained, the many martial artists suddenly realized that it was a battle of divine will. No wonder they hadn't seen anything. After understanding, their expressions all turned solemn.

There was no other reason than that after Huang Tian declared that he would fight Yin Fenghai and the other five alone, in just a short while, the Three Wonders Immortal and the Holy Monk Baojia were defeated by him one after another. In particular, both of them were defeated in an instant, without any power to fight back!
This contrast makes Huang Tian's strength appear all the more terrifying!
At the mountaintop, a strong wind blew, causing the sleeves of the group to flutter.

Wan Shenyang said in a deep voice, "Brother Huang's strength is indeed extraordinary. If I were alone, I would definitely not be able to defeat him."

However, he was remarkably candid in admitting that he was no match for them.

Fu Yunjue remained silent, slowly drawing his sword from its sheath.

The blade is dark red, the same color as Xiahou Yang's treasured sword.

Yin Fenghai glanced at the two of them, said nothing, and lightly touched the ground with his toes, flying onto the back of the white crane that was circling high in the sky.

Only Huang Tian and his two companions remained on the mountaintop.

"Whoa!"

An invisible aura spread in all directions. The wind was extremely light, almost stagnant. Within a radius of several miles, the mountains were eerily quiet. The grass and trees drooped, and all the beasts trembled. In the vast forests, only occasionally could be heard from afar, with a few lonely bird cries, which were then cut off by the spreading aura.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, be careful."

Wan Shenyang said something and took out a pair of maces from under his fiery red robe. He held the maces upside down; they were simple and unadorned, but in the next moment, they suddenly burst out with intense light.

The light was as dazzling as the sun descending to earth, and waves of heat swept across the land, instantly scorching the grass and trees beneath their feet, followed by rising smoke, and charring the rocks black.

"Qiang!!"

The moment Wan Shenyang finished speaking, Fu Yunjue made the first move. He raised his sword with one arm, and the dark red blade hummed instantly. The sword light surged and transformed into a dark red blood rainbow that stretched across the sky!
Where the blade passed, a long rift was slashed through the air. The blade energy did not spread but remained tightly bound within the blade. However, its terrifying power suffocated everyone, as if the blade was aimed directly at their necks!
In the blink of an eye, Wan Shenyang crossed his twin maces, and with a bang, he shot up and struck down at Huang Tian!

A quick glance revealed that Wan Shenyang's twin maces suddenly erupted with intensely hot light, crashing down like two blazing suns!

The air crackled with a scorching sound. Before the mace even fell, the ground below melted instantly, as if it had become a crater churning with molten lava. The scorching air surged outward in a ring, igniting everything nearby, including vegetation and rocks!
Two attacks.

One is like a rainbow cleaving the sky!

One is like the sun falling!

Facing the two men, Huang Tian remained calm and composed. He took a small half-step forward with his left foot to steady himself, then swung his arms, drawing his bow with both hands. His left palm rose upright, fingers together, and a sharp, white-gold light suddenly appeared at the edge of his palm—a light as sharp as a blade! As sharp as a celestial blade!

The sword intent was brilliant, like the heavens hanging high, and it slashed straight down at the dark red blood rainbow that tore the heavens and earth apart!

"Buzz!"

The two blades of light suddenly collided in mid-air, and then completely disintegrated, transforming into thousands of sharp blades, some frosty white and some dark red, which sprayed wildly in all directions!

"Chichi!"

As the blade flashed, the upper half of a distant mountain peak was suddenly severed, sliding diagonally down, and a dense forest, with countless towering trees, was snapped in half!

Deep trenches crisscrossed the land, leaving it in ruins.

Almost at the same moment his left palm cleaved out like a knife, Huang Tian clenched his right fist and brought it to his waist. All twelve tendons in his body tensed, and his surging blood and qi boiled like smoke. He then punched the double maces that were like the sun falling.

Above the fist, it seemed as if a sky full of fiery clouds were surrounding it. An ancient octagonal alchemy furnace with drooping light floated in the fiery clouds. The furnace lid was tightly closed, but the furnace body was trembling slightly. Through the furnace wall, it seemed as if one could see the flames that burned the world inside!
Fists and maces clashed!

"Boom!!"

A deafening roar, like the sound of a great bell, stopped the clouds in their tracks, and rocks tumbled down like rain.

The dazzling light made everyone squint. When the light subsided a little, they could see the situation in the field. They saw that Fu Yunjue and Wan Shenyang had both been knocked back and were flying in the air, their blood churning and their faces extremely ugly.

They didn't expect that even with the two of them working together, they would still be repelled with a single blow!

"Too strong! Too strong!" a martial artist murmured.

"Judging from Senior Huang's appearance, he seems to be handling things with ease, which is simply terrifying!"

"Just how strong is he? It feels like we can't fathom the depths of his power."

"..."

Amidst cries of alarm, Huang Tian stomped his right foot, causing the ground to tremble. The already precarious mountain beneath his feet roared and collapsed, sending countless rocks and mud tumbling down, and dust billowing up like a dragon!
Using the force of the recoil, he shot towards the sky like a meteor, chasing after Fu Yunjue who was flying backward.

Fu Yunjue's eyes narrowed, his true energy surged, and he tried to steady himself. The dark red longsword in his hand rang out again, and he wanted to slash horizontally, but Huang Tian's speed was too fast. The moment he had a thought, Huang Tian's fist was already in front of him.

It was a simple straight punch, but the power contained in that punch was as heavy as a hundred thousand mountains!
"boom!"

The fist struck the side of his hastily defending blade, causing it to groan and tremble. The force of the punch, still lingering, pierced through the blade and slammed heavily into his chest.

A clear sound of bones cracking rang out, and a poignant burst of blood bloomed in mid-air. Fu Yunjue's body was thrown backward at an even faster speed, crashing through one mountain peak after another, and finally disappearing into the dust and rocks.

The defeat of Fu Yunjue was accomplished in the blink of an eye. Without pausing for a moment, Huang Tian stepped into the void, creating ripples in the air and a surge of white air waves. Amidst a series of sonic booms, he rushed towards Wan Shenyang, who was barely managing to stop his retreat.

One punch, delivered!

If the pillar of heaven were to tilt, it would resemble ten thousand mountains falling down!

The divine fist that blotted out the sun was reflected in Wan Shenyang's pupils. With a roar, his blood and true energy surged wildly into his twin maces, which once again burst forth with dazzling light, overlapping and blocking in front of him, like a shield of sunlight.

"clang!!"

It's as if a celestial being is forging iron, or a divine being is striking a bell!

The unparalleled force caused Wan Shenyang to bleed from his ears and nose, his arms to tremble violently, and his double maces to almost slip from his hands.

They barely managed to withstand the attack!
However, Huang Tian's second punch followed immediately, and this punch was faster and more powerful than the first!

"Boom!"

A punch pierced through the double maces and struck Wan Shenyang in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground like a meteor, creating a massive crater that stretched for miles!

Nearly twenty miles away, all the martial artists felt the ground tremble violently, as if an earth dragon were turning over.

"Two punches to defeat Fu Yunjue, three punches to shatter Wan Shenyang. Aren't they both at the Celestial Realm? How can the difference in skill be so vast?!"

Some people looked up at Huang Tian, ​​who stood atop another mountain with his fist clenched, and their hearts swayed.

"This is truly a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius in our Five Realms! If one cannot be invincible among those of the same cultivation level, what kind of unparalleled talent is he?"

"Do you think Yin Fenghai is really that strong?"

"Perhaps not before, but Yin Fenghai, who has taken another step, may not have not."

"Of the former top five on the Heavenly Ranking, four were easily defeated by Huang Tian. What about Yin Fenghai? Will he win or lose?"

"The most spectacular battle is about to begin..."

"..."

With a thud, Wan Shenyang leaped up from the deep pit. His eyes met those of Fu Yunjue, who had just emerged from the collapsed mountain. His gaze was both somber and somewhat excited.

The reason for their disappointment was that the two of them were defeated in just two or three exchanges.

Excitement, on the other hand...

They looked up.

In the sky, Yin Fenghai stood riding a white crane, his black robe billowing in the wind, the hem of the robe fluttering like rolling dark clouds, his wide sleeves rustling, as if he might transform into a black bird and take flight at any moment.

His figure, illuminated by the sunlight, was outlined with a hazy halo, as if a god had stepped out of a painting.

Below, a towering peak pierces the sky like a long sword, and Huang Tian stands with his hands behind his back on the summit. The mountain wind whips up his clothes, and all the mountains bow down at his feet.

He looked up, his gaze as calm as a still well, yet encompassing the entire sky.

Up and down, gazing at each other from afar.

Their gazes and wills pierced through the flowing clouds and crossed the heavenly winds, colliding in the void and creating visible ripples in the high sky. The ripples spread out in rings in all directions, extending for dozens of miles.

Even the martial artists watching from afar were affected, and could clearly feel the appreciation and intense fighting spirit contained within!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment...

Until, in a certain instant.

Yin Fenghai made a move.

He leaped gracefully from the crane's back, his black robe unfurling like wings reaching the sky as he fell!

It didn't have the force of a thunderbolt; instead, it drifted down like a dark feather, yet the gentle radiance it exuded made even the sunlight pale in comparison.

He slowly extended his right palm, which shone with a white jade-like luster. It seemed slow but was actually extremely fast. With a single palm strike, he caused the clouds in the sky to swirl and dance, as if the entire sky had become an extension of his palm power.

With a single palm strike, it was as if the sky had been covered!

　Thank you Jinghong for the 100 Qidian Coins reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)