Begin immortality by slaying demons

Boom!

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva stood upon a lotus platform, suspended in the air, his palms slowly coming together in a gesture of prayer.

In that instant, the radiant light filling the sky began to surge, gradually taking form.

They coalesced into an immensely large illusory figure, its thousands of arms raised in unison. Compared to this behemoth, the towering Arhat golden body, resembling a high mountain, was no larger than the phantom's palm.

The imperial court was the court of all living beings, but in the eyes of gods and Buddhas, it was merely a steward governing the mortal realm on their behalf.

How dare a mere lackey adopt such a lofty and superior attitude?

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva indifferently lowered his gaze, looking down below.

He saw that the black-robed youth still showed no intention of fleeing, but stood calmly in place, extending his palm, his fingertips holding a golden jade token.

With the Bodhisattva's eyesight, he could instantly discern the nature of this object.

"The ambition of a wolf is as clear as day."

The Divine Dynasty was actually using imperial aura to privately create immortal seals.

He raised an eyebrow, finally understanding the source of this young man's confidence.

Sudden power inevitably breeds arrogance.

But how could a mortal understand the immense difference between one's own cultivation and external objects?

Did he truly believe that by holding an immortal seal, he could be considered a true Grand Luo Immortal?

Moreover, it was only barely a third of the way there, still far from his own level.

"A den of filth and corruption, you little wolf, traveling thousands of miles to seek refuge with that old wolf, you are both creatures who don't learn from past beatings, a truly fitting pair."

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva chuckled and performed a hand seal.

In the next moment, the phantom that filled the sky suddenly leaned over, its thousands of arms crashing down like a thousand continuous mountain ranges falling from the sky!

Faced with such a terrifying offensive,

Shen Yi slightly raised his head, his clear eyes showing no sign of panic.

Earlier, in the imperial city, he had heard General Feng Xi say that Lord Yan was a Grand Luo Immortal who had just completed the third transformation.

Within the West Mountain Prefecture, the other party had relied on the suppression of the prefecture's imperial aura to forcibly fight the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva to a mutual draw.

Now it seemed that although this offensive looked dangerous and terrifying, it had definitely not reached the level of the next transformation.

Although the imperial aura here was not as strong as in the prefecture city, and there were no prefectural officials to help mobilize and suppress it, it could barely suppress some of the opponent's strength.

Plus, the Demon-Slaying Token in his hand.

Shen Yi glanced at the golden jade token in his palm, his five fingers slowly tightening around it.

Immediately afterward, the same radiant light surged from behind him, transforming into a thousand-foot Buddha light that swept out.

An equally vast illusory figure suddenly pounced out from the earth, like a long-dormant tiger, leaping into the air, directly crashing towards the sky!

In an instant, time seemed to freeze.

Six arms with nearly perfect muscle lines supported the falling mountains.

After a long while, a deafening roar suddenly rolled out.

Buzz—

Two giant phantoms, like ghosts and gods, were locked in a stalemate in mid-air.

The one above, with a thousand arms supporting the sky, was mighty and domineering, while the one below, with both feet on the ground, radiated a rich yellow cloud.

"You…"

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, suspended in the center of the phantom, stared straight at the young man below.

Seeing the Buddha light emerging from the other party's body, his expression gradually became wooden.

Whether it was the theft of the Great Sutra or the Bodhisattva's sermon, the sect had deliberately orchestrated these events to incite internal strife within the Divine Dynasty, not to truly destroy its foundations.

Therefore, everything was limited to the scope of the fourth rank and below.

As for the Great Sutras above the third rank, they were all secret teachings.

The only channel through which the other party could have come into contact with the Bodhisattva's Fruit Position Great Sutra was the Spirit Might Protector True Scripture he had escorted earlier.

But… that was clearly an incomplete scripture!

It lacked the most important part, the part about the "power of protection" belonging to the many origins of the Heavenly Dao Order.

"…"

Shen Yi also stood within the phantom, concentrating on experiencing the Demon-Slaying Token in his hand, and did not respond.

The six-armed phantom slowly straightened its body, and actually pushed the thousand-armed phantom back up little by little.

Both were derived from the Spirit Might Protector True Scripture's Bodhisattva Fruit Position, wielding the same origin of order. Apart from slight differences in appearance, it was not as simple as being from the same school; the two were completely walking the same path.

"So it was me."

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva muttered to himself, his voice seemingly calm, but his features gradually twisted.

He did not know how Shen Yi had found the origin of order, but he could see that the other party was imitating him, closely following behind him.

The reason was probably still on the wisp of golden thread he had bestowed.

The dog chain he had personally placed on him had actually led this beast to ascend to the third rank!

"Since it is my fault, I must make amends!"

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva continuously performed hand seals, and the phantom above suddenly rioted, its thousands of large arms crashing down like a storm, aggressive and full of crude recklessness!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Even as the ground beneath his feet gradually cracked and sank, Shen Yi remained motionless, using only the Bodhisattva Fruit Position to withstand the bombardment.

This style of fighting, even in the Bodhi Sect, which loved head-on collisions, could be called foolish.

No attention to skill, simply a clash of kalpic power.

"Do you think that with your foundation, you can overcome my accumulation of fifty-three kalpas?"

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva's face was filled with ferocity, but he found that the other party did not respond, only that a slightly mocking smile quietly appeared on that fair face.

Seeing this, his expression sank slightly, and the lotus platform beneath his feet suddenly retreated, and the phantom in the sky also stopped the bombardment in an instant.

Shen Yi seemed to have expected this, and at the moment of his withdrawal, he manipulated the Bodhisattva Dharma form to suddenly grab a few arms of the phantom in the sky.

"Presumptuous!"

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva shouted angrily, only to see that the lotus platform he was stepping on seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and could not escape at all.

As early as the moment Shen Yi revealed the Buddha light, he had already had the intention of retreating, pretending to be fierce, just to let the other party temporarily avoid his edge, so that he could get away.

But this kid was not acting according to common sense at all, which made him quite puzzled.

"When you came to West Mountain Prefecture to look for me, why do you want to leave now that we have really met?"

Along with the sound, Shen Yi casually swept up, and also pinched a finger, in an instant, only to see the six arms in the sky waving together, actually like tearing the cloth, tearing a long gash in the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva's Dharma form!

"…"

The Fruit Position was damaged, and the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva's body shook violently, and a dark red color rose on his face.

He looked over in disbelief: "How do you know?"

His true situation, looking at the world, only the two people in the West Mountain Prefecture Hall, plus the black dog he was leading, knew.

Putting the changes in this Bodhisattva's expression into his eyes, a fierce light finally appeared in Shen Yi's eyes without concealment.

Cultivation cannot be simply added up.

After using up all the imperial aura golden pills, apart from losses and mistakes, Shen Yi's Bodhisattva Fruit Position came to thirty-six, but it does not mean that after adding the Demon-Slaying Token, he can directly add thirty-three strands of origin.

After all, that is just an external object.

Even if he plays it to the extreme, Shen Yi is at most able to fight this Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva to a stand-off.

This is still without considering what trump cards the Bodhisattva is hiding.

The reason why Shen Yi was so sure that the other party actually wanted to escape was the sentence left by General Yan Lanting after leaving West Mountain Prefecture.

The other party told the other two Zhennan Generals that he had won.

Since General Yan had won, and was so seriously injured that he still needed to retreat to heal his wounds, then the Bodhisattva in front of him was probably just strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

This is also why Shen Yi took the risk to stay here and wait for the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva.

If the situation worsens further, I am afraid that the other party will no longer have the courage to step into the Divine Dynasty alone to find someone before his injury heals.

"You came to West Mountain Prefecture to find this official in the first place, now that you have really met, why do you want to leave?"

Along with the sound, Shen Yi's Bodhisattva Dharma form rose from the ground, and the imperial aura contained in the Demon-Slaying Token showed the appearance of a rich yellow cloud, surrounding his body, like a set of ethereal armor.

Hundreds of punches were thrown in succession, and the Thousand-Armed Dharma form, which was still mighty and domineering, and had the potential to support the sky, was now being bombarded and retreating, without any power to fight back.

"Puff!"

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva struggled to support himself, his face like a pig's liver.

The sound in his ears was like a thunderbolt, and he couldn't help but want to open his mouth and curse. He thought that this beast was ambitious and had betrayed the sect and joined the imperial court.

Now that he heard this sentence, he realized that the other party was originally a member of the imperial court.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of golden blood.

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva had to first mobilize the Dharma form and try his best to block the six large fists that were coming, and then took the opportunity to breathe and roar angrily:

"I taught you supernatural powers, passed on the Great Sutra to you, and led you into the sect. Although there is no name of master and disciple, there is the reality of master and disciple!"

"If you kill me, you will be deceiving the heavens and destroying your ancestors, betraying human relations, and being spurned by heaven and earth. You should suffer the tribulation of ten thousand generations!"

"…"

Hearing this, Shen Yi glanced faintly at the black dog below, which had already been struck by lightning.

I have to say that apart from the grace of passing on the scriptures when he first came to Shenzhou, today, he has once again received a favor from Grandmaster Zhi Kong.

If it weren't for the other party's example, Shen Yi might really have been unable to withstand the threat to his life, and simply truly joined the Bodhi Sect, in order to fight against the Divine Void Old Ancestor, instead of desperately looking for opportunities everywhere.

Even such a devout disciple of the sect can only end up as a beast.

Such a great sect, it's better not to join.

Shen Yi retracted his gaze, stretched out his palm, and suddenly clenched his five fingers.

Along with his movements, the Bodhisattva Dharma form also clenched his fist, and in an instant, the wind stopped and the clouds calmed.

The towering phantom suddenly unleashed a powerful punch.

The yellow clouds around it converged like a dragon, coiling around its arm and shooting out like an arrow released from a bow, transforming into six heaven-piercing rainbows in the sky!

Puchi! Puchi!

The six rainbows simultaneously pierced the thousand-armed Dharma idol in the sky. This shadow, which blotted out the sun, completely froze in the air, the large holes on its body gradually spreading until it could no longer maintain its form, quietly collapsing into nothingness.

"You need not suffer the tribulation of ten thousand lifetimes."

The voice that echoed from the sky was as clear as ever.

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva felt the near collapse of his cultivation fruit within his body. The lotus platform beneath his feet shattered, transforming into scattering petals. Depleted of strength, he fell towards the mountain peak, his hands tightly clutching the front of his robes, as if hoping to protect his cultivation fruit in this way.

He crashed to the ground, unable to even get up, let alone utter any harsh words. He used both his hands and feet, supporting his trembling body, trying to crawl down the mountain.

Behind him, a golden lotus platform hovered.

"You only need to pass this tribulation of mine."

The youth in black stood above, his hands at his sides, like a lofty god or Buddha.

He took a step forward, auspicious clouds forming steps beneath his boots, slowly walking behind the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva. Then, he suddenly stomped on the monk's back, pinning his fleeing figure to the ground.

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva turned his head in alarm and met Shen Yi's silent, overlooking gaze.

He saw the other party slightly part his lips: "Can you pass it?"

The seemingly indifferent question sounded like the call of death.

The answer was already obvious.

The Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva felt the excruciating pain of his bones cracking all over his body, his mind filled with dull thuds. He wanted to beg for mercy, but someone grabbed the back of his head.

Crack!

Shen Yi bent down, suddenly exerted force, and when he stood up straight again, he already had a smooth head in his hand.

He returned to the black dog, placed the head on the ground, and sat down beside it: "I don't know these strange methods yet, so I can't help you restore your original form for now."

To be precise, Shen Yi had not read any other scriptures except for the Great Sutra on the cultivation realm of the Bodhi Sect.

"..."

The black dog's mind finally recovered from its scattered state.

It stared blankly at Shen Yi, trying to reconcile him with the face in its memory.

When they first met, he was just a rogue cultivator who had just entered the Divine Dynasty and needed to register at the Land God Temple, even less impressive than this little novice who was descending the mountain for the first time.

However, every subsequent meeting was related to slaughter.

It's just that the targets he had killed had successively changed from a wandering monk to an Arhat, and then to today's Bodhisattva.

From beginning to end... only a few years had passed.

The horror of this matter to the monk Zhi Kong was no less than opening his eyes and seeing the Buddha.

But the fight he had just witnessed was so real, and it was still vivid in his mind.

"His... his cultivation fruit can be observed..."

The black dog extended its paw, pointing to the corpse of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva.

For the disciples of the Bodhi Sect, the Bodhisattva was an existence that needed to be revered for life. Even after nirvana, their cultivation fruit was not to be desecrated, let alone someone like the monk Zhi Kong, who would not even bother to read the Dragon-Tiger Great Sutra.

But at this moment, he took the initiative to remind Shen Yi.

Obviously, the "experience" of following the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva during this period had given him a deeper understanding of the Bodhi Sect.

"Since that's the case, then Master, please accompany me for a while."

Shen Yi was also a little surprised. Even in his humble beginnings, those cultivators would not carry their cultivation methods with them. Therefore, unless the other party was a demon who could reshape their soul, he would basically not have any expectations for this.

Hearing this.

He no longer rested, and went straight back to the corpse of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva. With a casual wave of his hand, a dim, discolored, cracked, but jade-like Thousand-Armed miniature figure fell into his palm.

The origin of order within it had already collapsed, leaving behind only the insights of this Bodhisattva.

If he could comprehend the mysteries within, it could make up for the shortcomings of his own methods.