Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

Inside the Thai Royal Palace, Ye Feng had already dismissed everyone except for Di Ting.

"Are you really confident?" Di Ting suddenly spoke, his tone slightly somber. "That Bo Xun has been a Quasi-Saint for a long time, and his strength is still above that of Lu Ya of the Western Heaven. Unlike Lu Ya, who knew how to restrain himself, Bo Xun is different—he is a member of the Asura clan, and his attacks are bloody and devastating. Once you lose, the foundation you have painstakingly built will be reduced to ashes in an instant."

Ye Feng glanced at him sideways, a smile playing on his lips, and chuckled softly.

"Are you afraid that if I lose, you'll be dragged down with me?"

"That's true to some extent." Di Ting nodded subconsciously, then realized what he meant and snorted coldly, "Hmph, you can laugh all you want. If things really turn bad, I'll turn around and leave, faster than anyone else."

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering slightly.

"You have absolutely no faith in me?"

"Not exactly." Di Ting shook his head, his expression grave. "You're so unfathomable that even I can't fathom your depths, so naturally you won't perish easily. But haven't you really noticed? What does Mara's appearance signify?"

Ye Feng shrugged, his tone indifferent: "It's just that the Asura Clan can't hold back any longer. They've been cooped up in the Endless Sea of ​​Blood for so long, it's time they came ashore for some fresh air."

The Asura clan is a sinful race, suppressed in the Blood Sea Abyss after that battle, never to rise again. Princess Iron Fan was actually an informant left in the Three Realms by the Styx Ancestor. The affair between Red Boy and the Bull Demon King was merely a prelude.

If Mara were to step out of the Netherworld, it would mean that the Asura race would no longer lie dormant and would soon unleash a monstrous storm.

Ye Feng was well aware of this.

"It's good that you understand." Di Ting nodded.

"You said... is this future catastrophe related to the Asura race?" Ye Feng suddenly asked.

Di Ting shook his head: "The power of the Asura race is not enough to change the end of the world. The Journey to the West is not yet over, and a great calamity is imminent."

After a pause, it changed its tone: "This matter can actually be reported to the Heavenly Court and discussed with the Jade Emperor. You don't need to bear it alone. The Asura Lord is ruthless; once he is born, both the Taoist and Buddhist sects have a responsibility to suppress him."

"Forget it." Ye Feng smiled and waved his hand in refusal. "If I were to plead with the Jade Emperor, he would definitely take the opportunity to make demands. As for Buddhism—Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is waiting in the underworld; if it's truly necessary to intervene, he certainly won't stand idly by. Besides…"

His gaze narrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "How do you know that I don't have my own plans?"

Di Ting was taken aback. Looking at the unfathomable smile on Ye Feng's lips, a hint of helplessness appeared on its beast face.

"I really don't understand you anymore."

It was a divine beast with spiritual powers, and it always boasted that it understood the cause and effect of the three realms. But the longer it stayed on Mount Taihuang, the more it felt that Ye Feng was like viewing flowers through mist, unfathomable.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he couldn't help but glance at Ye Feng, who was meditating with his eyes closed on the cloud bed, and sighed quietly in his heart:

"Perhaps... when that catastrophe strikes in the future, you will be the one who truly holds the reins."

Three days have passed since Princess Iron Fan left.

The entire area around Mount Taihuang was on high alert.

Eight thousand miles away, a triple formation was set up. One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals, and two hundred thousand demon troops stood ready. Hua Guang, the Black Bear Spirit, and the Lion Camel King each guarded their respective areas, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Only the Bull Demon King pulled Red Boy away to avoid battle.

He still wavered—he hadn't truly submitted to Mount Taihuang. If Princess Iron Fan really brought in a powerful Asura and defeated Ye Feng, he would turn and leave, or even turn against him. After all, he was used to being a carefree demon, and his mind was far more complex than Red Boy's.

Ye Feng, however, remained unchanged.

For the past three days, he has either been meditating and cultivating himself, or preaching and discussing the Dharma with Ao Luan and Hong Yu, as if he had completely forgotten about the impending storm.

boom--!

Suddenly one day, thousands of miles away, the world changed drastically!

A streak of blood-red light tore through the sky—it was a bolt of blood lightning! Dark clouds instantly gathered, blotting out the sun, and the stench of blood permeated the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, a torrential downpour of blood began!

Boom—!

The earth cracked and mountains collapsed, as if a colossal object had descended!

Deep within the rift, the aura of the netherworld surged wildly, and a colossal gate appeared in the void—composed of countless pale white skeletons, exuding a chilling aura, connecting yin and yang!

The barrier between the two worlds has been shattered!

Moo-!

A deafening roar echoed throughout the universe!

From within the portal, a colossal elephant slowly emerged—its entire body was as black as ink, its eyes were as red as fire, its aura of malevolence was overwhelming, and its magical power was as vast as an abyss; it was clearly at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal!

Looking again at the black elephant, a figure in a blood-red robe sat silently, as still as an abyss. The entire figure was hidden beneath the scarlet robe, except for a pair of hands that were exposed, radiating an eerie blood-red light.

Those hands seemed to be imbued with the souls of countless living beings, their murderous aura overwhelming, like a blood-red sun hanging in the sky, eclipsing the color of heaven and earth. Such ferocity could only be achieved by slaughtering countless cities and annihilating numerous races. The blood-red sun surged, stirring up the wind and clouds amidst the rain of blood, spreading into a devastating killing domain, crushing even the air into nothingness, suffocating and unbearable.

All sorts of strange omens gathered together, all indicating the terror of this person—he is the Lord of Asuras, Mara!

Beside her stood Princess Iron Fan. Clearly, this figure, whose blood-red shadow blotted out the sky, was the world-destroying hand she had summoned.

Suddenly, Mara raised his head, his eyes not yet visible, yet he greedily inhaled and exhaled the spiritual energy from all directions, as if trying to absorb the entire world into his body. A wild laugh tore through the sky, carrying an ancient and mad tone:

"After endless ages... my Asura race has finally returned to the mortal realm!"

Before his laughter had even subsided, he abruptly turned to Princess Iron Fan, his voice as cold as an abyss: "Where is Mount Taihuang? Lead the way."

"Yes." Princess Iron Fan's eyes flashed with joy as she strode forward, leading the way towards the black elephant. In an instant, the dark clouds in the void churned like boiling water, a fierce wind howled, and a torrential downpour of blood rained down, heading straight for Mount Taihuang.

At this moment, outside Mount Taihuang, the blood-red sun obscured the sky, and the world became dark and gloomy.

Inside the mountain gate, the Black Bear Demon roared, "Who goes there?!"

His response was a cold, indifferent voice.

"I am Mara!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant elephant beneath him raised its front hooves high and stomped down!

boom!!!

A deafening explosion shook the heavens, the earth shattered, towering mountains crumbled inch by inch, and rocks shot into the sky like meteors. In an instant, the area outside Mount Taihuang transformed into a battlefield of apocalypse—rock fragments flew everywhere, the earth shook violently, flames soared into the sky, and a raging wind whipped up demonic fire that ravaged the entire landscape.

The ground ripped apart, and demonic flames erupted from beneath the earth, instantly turning a vast territory into a fiery inferno. Black smoke blotted out the sun, mountains collapsed, and everything was devoured, reduced to ashes.

That fire was no ordinary fire, but the legendary Red Lotus Karmic Fire—burning the soul and refining the spirit, never to be extinguished!

The sky was torn open with countless cracks, space twisted and overlapped, and the mountains and boulders evaporated and melted in the intense heat, turning into a torrent of magma. Flames shot tens of thousands of feet into the sky, like a monstrous wave, sweeping towards Mount Taihuang, determined to crush all living beings into dust!

Mara attacked without mercy, unleashing a single Asura Great Divine Power with the power to destroy the world!

"Activate the formation!" the black bear demon roared, and three great formations rose from the ground!

In the east, a roar resounded through the sky, and a ten-thousand-foot-tall black bear statue rose from the ground, roaring to the sky and suppressing the fortune.

In the West, the Lion Camel King commands 100,000 demon soldiers, condensing a gigantic lion phantom ten thousand feet tall, its golden eyes shining like the sun, shaking the eight wastelands!

The Black Bear Spirit and the Lion Camel King each led their demon armies and set up a demon battle formation.

In the south, celestial light soared into the sky, and Hua Guang led 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals to form a great Taoist mountain-protecting formation. The ten-thousand-foot-tall coiled dragon stone rose into the air, and the dragon's roar shook the world!

The three formations, arranged in a triangle, firmly protect Mount Taihuang. Even if the outside world were to collapse or shatter, the area within a radius of eight thousand miles would remain impregnable and unshakeable!

Outside the mountain, Princess Iron Fan stood at the edge of the sea of ​​fire, screaming shrilly:

"Ye Feng! Hand over my son and husband at once, or today, I will reduce your Mount Taihuang to dust!"

The sound waves swept across the entire mountain, and in the next instant, Ye Feng emerged from the clouds, dressed in white, his expression calm.

Without any visible movement, the towering magma wave suddenly froze, then crashed back into the crevice. Mountains and rivers reversed, and time seemed to rewind—the shattered earth healed as before, and the scattered rocks returned to their places, as if the destruction had never happened.

In the distance, Bo Xun's blood-red robe rippled slightly, his gaze narrowed, and for the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared on his face.

Ye Feng lightly flicked his sleeve, glanced at Princess Iron Fan, and smiled faintly.

"If I remember correctly, this is the second time the princess has said she wants to flatten my Thai royal mountain."

Having summoned Mara, Princess Iron Fan was brimming with confidence, completely ignoring his mockery and coldly demanding an explanation:

"Are you going to release me or not?!"

Ye Feng still smiled and gently shook his head:

"Of course, we won't let go."

Princess Iron Fan's face instantly darkened, and she was about to burst into a tirade when a cold voice slowly sounded from behind her:

"Step back."

She had no choice but to grit her teeth and back down.

At this point, Ye Feng and Bo Xun were facing each other directly.

Before the two of them could make a move, the world suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

The wind stopped, the clouds ceased, and all was silent. Only the soft rustling of leaves rustling through the trees accentuated the eerie stillness.

The quasi-saints faced off, and the killing intent was already boiling invisibly.

Suddenly, Mara let out a cold snort, and the sky behind him was instantly stained with blood!

Boundless bloodlust surged into the sky, illuminating the scene as if it were a god or a demon, majestic as a prison, as if the Asura King, who controls life and death, had descended to earth!

At the same time, the void behind Ye Feng cracked open, and a vast curtain slowly unfolded—

In the center of the screen, the Demon Emperor's Sword hangs in the primordial void, its sword intent piercing through eternity! Countless sword energies crisscross, their sharpness tearing apart heaven and earth wherever they point!

Strange phenomena soared into the sky behind the two, who stood facing each other. The moment this scene unfolded, the entire world fell into a deathly silence—the wind stopped, the trees stood still, and even the air seemed to have been sucked out.

Quiet.

A deathly silence!

Only the murderous intent that permeated between them, like a knife scraping bone, was suffocating.

Repressed.

A deep-seated sense of oppression!

boom--!

In an instant, the two figures collided like meteors, bursting forth and rushing towards each other!

Ye Feng gripped the Demon Emperor Sword, while the golden crow phantom behind him flapped its wings and cried out, its flames blazing in the sky. Its speed soared to the extreme, almost tearing apart the world.

Bo Xun was not to be outdone. He unleashed a blood-red giant hammer, and behind him, a sea of ​​blood surged like a raging tide. His baleful aura condensed into blood wings, carrying a hellish pressure as he sped towards them.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sounds of weapons clashing rang out continuously, but the naked eye could no longer catch a glimpse of the figures—it was too fast! So fast that even a cultivator like Hua Guang could only see afterimages.

The light and shadow shattered, the void cracked, and the power of their battle directly pierced through the barrier of the Three Realms, instantly extending their battle beyond the Three Realms!

The two then abruptly separated—the attack just now was too terrifying, and the space was extremely unstable; a slight misstep could have caused it to collapse completely.

Here, electric snakes dance wildly, spacetime vortexes rise and fall, and turbulent currents rage. Once caught in, one is condemned to eternal damnation within the rifts of spacetime, with no way back.

Mara snorted coldly and immediately cast a spell. Blood light surged to the heavens, transforming into an endless sea of ​​blood, and crimson karmic flames ignited around him, suppressing the turbulent void.

His body swelled dramatically, instantly becoming several times larger than an ordinary person; this was none other than the Art of Manifesting Heaven and Earth!

The demonic energy surged like an abyss, vast as the River Styx hanging upside down, distorting space and spreading cracks like a spider web wherever it passed.

This man's strength seems to surpass even Lu Ya's! What's even more terrifying is that he's going all out in this battle!

Ye Feng's expression hardened slightly, and he dared not be careless. Behind him, the golden crow raised its head and roared, pouring out the true fire of the sun, which transformed into a sea of ​​fire that scorched the sky and stabilized the surrounding space that was on the verge of collapse.

Gazing at the raging flames, Mara suddenly spoke, his voice low and prophetic:

"So... you are that golden crow."

These words came out of nowhere, and no one knew how he knew Ye Feng's true identity when he was deep in the abyss of blood.

Ye Feng didn't press further, but simply smiled, narrowing his eyes: "Your challenge today was rather hasty. Aren't you afraid of a joint attack from the Taoist and Buddhist sects?"

Mara scoffed, "My Asura race has lain dormant in the abyss for countless years, all because of the injustice of Heaven! What of Taoism? What of Buddhism? What do I, Mara, have to fear? Today, I will take the heads of your four rulers to declare—my race has returned!"

His tone was domineering, and his killing intent was palpable.

Ye Feng only uttered two words:

"Innocent."

"presumptuous!"

Enraged, Bo Xun's murderous intent surged, and he pounced once more!

The two fought again, and the surrounding void exploded wildly!