Journey to the West: Please Call Me the White Bone Demon

The momentary panic in Zhunti's heart was quickly overshadowed by a deeper ruthlessness.

He could not retreat, nor could he retreat anywhere. Behind him was a closing void rift, and in front of him was the invincible Primordial Golden Immortal. He still had an hour of Saintly cultivation left. Yun Zhao was the only obstacle on his journey.

If he can't even overcome this obstacle, then his journey to the Three Realms will truly become a complete joke.

He suddenly hurled the Seven Treasures Tree into the air, where it spun rapidly overhead, its seven-colored light cascading down and enveloping him.

The blessed pestle merged into the light, transforming into hundreds of golden pestle phantoms that shot towards Yun Zhao from all directions simultaneously.

Six pure bamboos spread out beneath his feet, forming a verdant sea of ​​bamboo. Each bamboo stalk rustled and swayed, emitting a captivating, serene sound.

With all three sacred treasures unleashed, Zhunti's attack was ten times more ferocious than any of his previous attacks.

When the hundreds of golden pestle phantoms landed on the Dinghai Pearl screen, they emitted a dense, crisp sound like a torrential rain striking an anvil. The thirty-six pearls simultaneously retreated several inches, and the first visible crack appeared on the surface of the pearl screen.

Yun Zhao's figure was constantly pushed back by those impacts. With each step back, he coughed up more blood, and the void beneath his feet was shattered into dust.

He lowered his head, channeling all his magical power into the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, stubbornly holding on, but the defensive line was shrinking inch by inch.

Zhunti's offensive was like a never-ending tide, each wave more ferocious, faster, and more unreasonable than the last. The Daoist aura of the sage pressed down on his head like an invisible mountain, and with every bit of his magical power, he had to bear the weight of that mountain.

A faint crackling sound began to emanate from deep within his bones, as the golden cracks on his body widened further, spreading from the surface of his skin into the depths of his marrow.

But he's still holding on.

He even managed to squeeze out a trace of composure from his extremely disheveled and passive defense.

That composure was particularly glaring in Zhunti's eyes.

Zhunti summoned the Seven Treasures Tree back into his hand and swept it down with all his might. The seven-colored holy light was as sharp as the first crack when the world was created, and it simultaneously sliced ​​away the three illusory images of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl in front of Yun Zhao.

Yun Zhao was sent flying backward, and the blood he spat out condensed into tiny golden ice crystals in mid-air, drifting into the chaotic void.

He landed in front of a void barrier, his back slamming into the barrier and shattering another layer of space. His arms trembled slightly at his sides, and even lifting them became difficult.

Zhunti did not pursue. He hovered a hundred feet away, breathing slightly. His breathing was heavier than before, and the golden patterns on the back of his hand had spread to his elbow. The foundation of the saint was collapsing at an irreversible speed.

He looked down at his left hand, where fine golden lines had begun to appear at the base of his thumb, a sign that the Fallen Saint Pill was spreading throughout his body.

He had less than an hour left, and the person in front of him was on the verge of collapse. A few more full-force blows would be enough to crush him completely.

Blood gushed from Yun Zhao's mouth, and even his breathing was accompanied by a muffled, whistling sound.

He glanced at the golden markings on Zhunti's elbow and suddenly chuckled.

Zhunti's brows furrowed sharply: "What are you laughing at?"

Yun Zhao did not answer him.

From the moment he pointed at Zhunti outside Yingdu City, he understood that although a Hunyuan Golden Immortal could entangle a sage for a time, he could not entangle him forever.

As long as Zhunti doesn't destroy the Chu Kingdom or implicate Tathagata and the others, that's enough. Anyway, I can still simulate it, and I'm already prepared to perish together with Zhunti.

However, when Zhunti was at his peak strength, even if he self-destructed his primordial spirit, the power of the explosion would only cause the saint to suffer minor injuries, which would be of no use at all.

So he kept guarding, kept enduring, and kept waiting for the Fallen Saint Pill to reduce Zhunti's cultivation level enough. Even if he couldn't kill him, he wanted to severely injure him so that he wouldn't dare to enter the Three Realms again.

Although Zhunti's realm is still that of a saint, he is no longer the saint who can withstand any explosion unscathed.

He took a step toward Zhunti, whose heart suddenly tightened, and an unprecedented chill shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

He couldn't see what kind of magic Yun Zhao was using, nor could he sense any aggressive fluctuations in magical power, but his instincts as a saint were already frantically ringing alarm bells in his mind.

That's not right, that person is wrong, that smile is wrong.

He held the Seven Treasures Tree across his chest, simultaneously retracting the Vajra and the Six Pure Bamboos to protect himself, and flew backward, trying to increase the distance between himself and Yun Zhao.

too late.

Yun Zhao suddenly accelerated, and his tattered figure transformed into a streak of light, shooting towards Zhunti.

He spread his arms and rushed into Zhunti's arms like a moth drawn to a flame. At the same time, the golden cracks around his body exploded, and what surged from the cracks was no longer his magic power, but what he had given everything he had.

First, an extremely bright and dazzling white light burst out from that point in the void.

The brightness of that white light surpassed everything in the world that could be called "light." It was as pure as the first crack when the world was first created, like the scorching light that pierced through all darkness and nothingness in the instant before chaos was broken.

After the white light came a deafening silence. In an instant, even the surging of chaotic energy ceased, and time in the void seemed to be stopped. Everything froze, and then that silence was shattered.

A destructive energy burst forth from that point in all directions, forming a massive sphere. Wherever the sphere passed, the chaotic energy was pushed into towering waves that surged deeper into the void. Layer upon layer of the void barrier shattered, and the fragments were crushed into dust by the next layer of energy, and the dust was melted into nothingness by the next layer. The chaotic void, spanning tens of thousands of miles, seemed to be kneaded countless times by an invisible hand during the explosion.

When that energy collided head-on with the three sacred treasures in front of Zhunti, the golden light that empowered the divine pestle shattered first, and the pestle itself was blasted away, spinning and disappearing into the depths of chaos.

The six leaves of the six pure bamboos curled and withered simultaneously during the impact, and dense black cracks appeared on the bamboo branches.

The Seven Treasures Tree stood in front of Zhunti for the longest time, but the explosive force was too terrifying. The seven-colored light of the tree began to peel away layer by layer from the outermost layer of lapis lazuli. When only the staff itself remained, several deep cracks appeared on the staff.

Zhunti crossed his arms to protect his chest, and the holy light protecting his body circulated desperately around him. However, the light kept shattering and reassembling under the impact of the explosion, and each time it reassembled, it became thinner than before.

He was propelled backward by the shockwave of the explosion for countless miles, finally spitting out his first mouthful of golden saintly blood. The blood was instantly vaporized into golden mist in the aftershocks of the explosion, and then dissipated into the raging energy storm.

The aura surrounding him dimmed.

The once radiant saintly light, as bright as the blazing sun, dimmed and became chaotic for the first time under the impact of the explosion. Bowl-sized wounds appeared simultaneously on his elbows, shoulder blades, and chest. The edges of these wounds were swirling with a gray-gold liquid mixed with chaotic power and holy blood, and the wounds were so deep that the bone was visible.

He staggered and steadied himself in the void, his aura fluctuating violently. The golden patterns on the back of his hand had spread to his shoulder. Taking advantage of the moment when the protective holy light was briefly torn apart, the Fallen Saint Pill accelerated its penetration, shaving away another thick layer of his remaining holy foundation.

He slowly raised his right hand and wiped away the remaining golden blood from the corner of his mouth.

His hand trembled slightly. He stared at the empty, chaotic void before him, where only a lingering chaotic vortex remained at the epicenter of the explosion, slowly calming down.

Zhunti coughed again, and a mouthful of golden blood foam gushed from his mouth.

He was seriously injured. The external wounds, combined with the accelerated effects of the Fallen Saint Pill, had reduced his combat strength by nearly half compared to his peak.

But he didn't die.

The insurmountable barrier between saints and non-saints ultimately saved his life. Even though the explosion was enough to shatter most of the Three Realms, it was only a severe blow to him.

"A madman, a madman, a complete madman!"

At this moment, Zhunti was filled with deep regret; he had truly become a joke.

Looking towards the Three Realms, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

But soon they turned and headed towards the Pure Land without looking back.