Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

They have already given away Ying Zheng, paid the price, and received a promise.

What happened next was no longer their concern.

Dong Zhongshu and the others looked extremely grim.

They tried everything—pleading, offering apologies, and lowering their stance—but the other party…

Still completely unresponsive!

Many people exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with determination.

Since the soft approach isn't working...

Then let's go for the hard way!

The Great Yuan Crimson Venerable Dharma King slowly raised his head and looked towards the Jade Purity Palace shrouded in clouds and mist atop Tongtian Peak.

He clasped his hands together, and his body suddenly radiated intense Buddhist light, transforming into a golden sun that hung above his head.

"Amitabha."

The chanting of Buddhist prayers arose, expressing compassion for all beings.

"Since the Master insists on this..."

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Crimson Venerable Dharma King.

"Then this old monk... has no choice but to offend you!"

The moment the words left his mouth.

His right hand suddenly shot out, transforming into a golden Buddha hand that covered a hundred feet in size.

It tore through the void and grabbed directly at the foot of the mountain...

That black figure that had just begun climbing the stone steps!

The golden light was blazing, and the Buddha's palm was as thick as a mountain.

The golden Buddha hand of the Red Venerable Dharma King, covering a hundred feet.

With immense power capable of crushing mountains and rivers, it tore through the void and arrived in front of Ying Zheng in an instant.

In the palm of his hand, the swastika symbol rotates.

It exudes a suppressive power that can restrain everything.

It was as if the fifteen-year-old boy, along with the land behind him, were being included.

They were all captured and imprisoned in the Buddha's Palm, never to be freed.

This grab was swift as lightning and ruthless as thunder.

With a single move, he unleashed a full-force attack at the Golden Immortal level, holding nothing back and showing no mercy!

at the same time!

Kublai Khan, Lord Pingyuan Zhao Sheng, Lord Chunshen Huang Xie, assassin Jing Ke, Han Fei, Lord Mengchang Tian Wen, and Lord Xinling Wei Wuji.

These seven Golden Immortal experts prepared to make their move almost simultaneously.

Their bodies surged with magical power, their auras locked onto the direction of the Jade Purity Hall on Tongtian Peak.

Once the Crimson Venerable Dharma King succeeds, he will unleash his full power...

Join forces to fight the enemy!

In an instant, the air at the edge of the entire Qingyun Mountain range froze as solid as iron.

The Qin people's expressions changed drastically, but it was too late to react.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect witnessed this scene through the projection of the mountain-protecting array.

Many people gasped in surprise.

Ying Zheng stood on the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the golden Buddha's hand that blotted out the sky.

His pupils constricted sharply, and all his muscles tensed.

But he did not back down, did not dodge, and did not even close his eyes.

He just stood there, staring intently at the giant hand that was getting closer and closer.

A kind of almost frenzied calm burned in his eyes.

He didn't believe it.

I don't believe in that number one person in the world who sits atop Tongtian Peak.

They would have to watch helplessly as he was kidnapped inside the Qingyun Sect.

It's an almost instinctive intuition, and also a kind of... all-or-nothing trust.

The golden Buddha's hand was only three zhang away from Ying Zheng's head.

Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

One foot!

Just as the Buddha's hand was about to touch Ying Zheng's hair, and the Buddha's light was about to engulf him, the Buddha's hand was about to touch Ying Zheng's hair.

An anomaly occurred.

There was no earth-shattering collision, no cataclysmic explosion, and even...

There is no sound.

That mighty, hundred-foot-long golden Buddha hand, powerful enough to capture mountains and imprison the void.

And just like that... silently, it all ended.

It turned into specks of golden light and dissipated into the air.

It didn't even cause a ripple.

It was as if that Buddha's hand had never appeared.

It was as if that devastating blow was just everyone's illusion.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence enveloped the surrounding area for miles.

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise at that moment.

The people of Qin opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out.

The Qingyun Sect disciples forgot to breathe, staring blankly at the image projected on the screen.

Dong Zhongshu, Yuan Tiangang, Lin Lingsu, Zhang Juzheng, Liu Bowen...

These top thinkers and strong individuals from eleven countries were filled with incomprehensible shock on their faces.

The most shocked and incredulous of all were the people who made the move!

The Great Yuan Red Venerable Dharma King.

He remained frozen in mid-air, his right hand still in a grasping position.

On that withered palm, the lingering golden light of Buddha still remained.

But his palm was empty; he hadn't grasped anything.

His face showed both compassion and authority.

At this moment, his expression was completely replaced by a complex mix of shock, bewilderment, and embarrassment.

"How...how is this possible?"

The Rinpoche Dharma King muttered to himself, his voice dry and rough, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Although he didn't use all his trump cards in that grab, he had already exerted eighty percent of his strength.

Even though they were both powerful beings at the first level of the Golden Immortal realm.

It's absolutely impossible to resolve this so easily, much less...

It was resolved so silently!

This is beyond what the word "strong" can describe.

This is simply... not on the same level!

It was as if an adult was watching a child wielding a stick, and with a gentle lift of their hand, they could pin the child down along with the stick.

And his posture at this moment.

His right hand hovered in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating.

It was extremely embarrassing.

Taking it back would make them seem guilty; should they continue to pursue it?

The attack just now vanished inexplicably, and if I were to grab it again, the result would probably be the same.

Just as the Red Venerable Dharma King was caught in a dilemma, his face turning red and then pale.

Dao Xuan's voice rang out again.

His tone remained calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable air of imperial authority:

"The Qingyun Sect launched a military operation, which was suppressed for a hundred years as a form of punishment."

The sound was not loud, but it resounded clearly in everyone's ears, like a divine decree announcing a verdict.

Upon hearing this, the Red Venerable Dharma King's expression changed drastically!

He suddenly looked up at the summit of Tongtian Peak, his eyes flashing with shock, anger, resentment, and a hint of...fear.

However, before he could speak in his defense or make any response,

"boom!!!"

A gigantic hand, formed entirely from clouds, crashed down from the heavens!

How big is that hand?

With all five fingers spread out, each finger is like a thousand-foot mountain peak!

The area covered by his palm was completely enveloped within a ten-mile radius of where the Crimson Venerable Dharma King was located!

The palm lines are clearly visible, and each line seems to contain the ultimate truth of the universe.

It exudes an aura reminiscent of the beginning of chaos.

This is not supernatural power, nor magic, but... the manifestation of the "Tao"!

It is the will of heaven and earth, the manifestation of the laws!

The moment the cloud hand pressed down, an indescribable, terrifying pressure surged forth.

It was as if billions of mountains were descending at once, crashing heavily onto the Crimson Venerable Dharma King!

"puff--!"

The Crimson Venerable Dharma King groaned, his body flashing with Buddhist light as he attempted to resist.

The void beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, revealing a dark, turbulent void.

Even so, his body still moved uncontrollably...

It's gone down!

One hundred zhang!

Two hundred zhang!

Three hundred zhang!

Like a nail struck by an invisible giant hammer, the Crimson Venerable Dharma King was forced to fall from a height of thousands of feet.

They were pressed down to a position only a hundred feet above the ground!

His body was surrounded by a dim Buddhist aura, and the red-gold robe that symbolized the highest status in Tantric Buddhism was now shrouded in darkness.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface.

Veins bulged on his aged face, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and for the first time, his eyes revealed an undisguised...

Frightened!

He wanted to escape.

But he discovered that he couldn't move at all!

They were not imprisoned, nor were they sealed away.

Rather, it is the surrounding space, time, and even his own magical power and soul.

Everything was completely "frozen" under the oppressive force of that cloud hand!