The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Chapter 116 The Immortal Tree

The branch was only about three feet long, its entire body lush and green, as if it had just been broken off the tree and still carried the scent of morning dew.

Hanging from the branch were eight objects, each about the size of a thumb. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be a book, a flag, a knife, a sword, a bead, a shield, a rope, and a banner. Though small, they were exquisitely crafted, each radiating a distinct spiritual aura.

This is the immortal tree obtained from the Demon God's palace.

Since acquiring it, I have been refining it, meticulously crafting it as my natal magic weapon.

Previously in the Netherworld Blood Sea, he had personally witnessed Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wielding the Seven Treasures Tree to fight against the Blood God Child. The power of that saint's weapon, which stirred up Yin and Yang, gave him great inspiration.

Upon his return, he referenced the Eight Treasures Formation of the Eight Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda and reforged the Immortal Tree. He then hung eight magical treasures on its branches, forming the Eight Treasures Xuanhuang Formation, which was more than twice as powerful as before.

Seeing the Vajra Pestle strike first, Song Yi neither dodged nor avoided it, but instead raised the Immortal Tree and swept it through the air.

A five-colored ray of light cascaded out like a waterfall, with red, blue, yellow, white, and black colors intertwining and flowing, faintly revealing the mysterious aura of creation and destruction.

The rosy light fell on the Vajra Pestle, and with a crisp crack, the entire Vajra Pestle seemed to be cut by countless sharp blades at the same time, instantly shattering into golden dust that scattered and fell down.

The Arhat's mind was connected to the magical artifact, and he immediately let out a muffled groan, a trickle of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, the Vajra Ring was already spinning and slicing towards Song Yi's nape, its edge so sharp it could cut a slit in the void.

Without turning his head, Song Yi gently tapped the Immortal Tree behind him, and the small banner on the branch moved without wind, and a dark yellow light curtain rose out of thin air.

The Vajra Ring struck the light barrier, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound and sparks flying, but it couldn't even leave a mark.

Immediately following, Song Yi flicked his wrist, and five-colored rays of light surged out, enveloping and twisting the golden ring, shattering it completely.

Upon seeing this, another guardian deity shouted loudly, formed a hand seal, and a golden phantom, sixteen feet tall, appeared behind him. With a single palm strike, it had the force to topple mountains.

At the same moment, countless golden prayer beads also accelerated their descent, each one like a mountain pressing down.

Song Yi finally became serious, raising the Immortal Tree high above his head, with eight treasures on its branches lighting up simultaneously, radiating countless rays of light.

Five-colored divine light poured out, wave after wave.

The sixteen-foot-tall golden phantom was struck three times in succession. The first strike left it covered in cracks, the second shattered it with a crash, and the third blast sent the Vajra flying. It crashed into three thick stone pillars of Jin Yuan Temple before finally coming to a stop, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

The countless prayer beads were swept away by the rosy light, turning into dust and dissipating into the air.

The three Arhats and two Dharma Protectors retreated one after another, exchanging glances with shock in their eyes.

They never expected that the five of them working together couldn't even break through a single branch of the opponent's tree.

"Form ranks!"

The old Arhat with arms reaching past his knees shouted sharply, and the five people quickly dispersed and stood in their positions according to the five elements.

They simultaneously formed hand seals and chanted ancient and obscure Sanskrit mantras.

Golden Buddhist light spread out from their bodies, intertwining and merging with each other, forming a magnificent array in the blink of an eye.

Bodhi Subduing Demon Formation!

The moment the formation was completed, the world changed color.

Countless golden lotuses bloomed from the void, and on each lotus sat a blurry phantom of a Buddha, with lowered eyes and brows, chanting scriptures.

The sound of chanting filled the heavens and earth, as if to completely purify this world. Immediately afterwards, the power of the entire formation gathered wildly, condensing into an enormous demon-subduing pestle at the center of the formation. It was a hundred feet long and its entire body flowed with a dark golden luster. The power it emitted caused the entire Jin Yuan Temple to tremble violently. The earth cracked, the dome collapsed, and broken stones fell like rain.

The enormous vajra slowly rotated, and with each rotation, the pressure increased, until finally even the air was compressed into a solid state, making it difficult to breathe.

Song Yi stood amidst the boundless Buddhist light, his robes fluttering in the wind, yet his expression remained unchanged.

He placed the Immortal Tree in front of him, and the eight treasures on its branches simultaneously emitted a dazzling light.

The book, flag, knife, sword, pearl, shield, rope, and banner all trembled, and eight beams of light shot into the sky, connecting with each other to form a mysterious formation.

The primordial energy surged forth from the formation, quickly condensing into a thick yellow cloud that enveloped Song Yi entirely.

This primordial energy is one of the most original sources when heaven and earth were first created. Now it has condensed into clouds, and its thickness is comparable to a small world.

The hundred-foot-long demon-subduing pestle crashed down with earth-shattering force, striking the cloud of primordial yellow energy directly.

The sound was very deep and muffled, like a mountain crashing into thick soil, causing the earth within a radius of a hundred miles to tremble.

Where they collided, visible golden ripples erupted, spreading outwards and causing palaces and pavilions to collapse in their wake.

However, the enormous golden pestle hovered three feet above Song Yi's head, and no matter how much force he exerted, it could not fall any further.

Song Yi raised his head, glanced at the enormous Vajra pestle, and said indifferently, "Nothing special."

He unleashed the Immortal Tree in his hand once more, and a five-colored beam of light, as thick as an arm, shot out from the branch and struck the body of the Vajra Pestle.

"Snap!"

The ten-zhang-long demon-subduing pestle broke in the middle, turning into countless fragments, which vanished as specks of Buddhist light the moment they hit the ground.

The five Buddhist disciples who formed the Bodhi Subduing Demon Formation simultaneously coughed up a mouthful of blood, their faces ashen, and their auras extremely weak.

The great formation collapsed.

Song Yi retrieved the Immortal Tree, and the cloud of black and yellow mist dissipated as well.

The leading Arhat struggled to stand up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

The Bodhi Demon-Subduing Formation was forcibly broken. Due to the backlash from the formation, their magical power was reduced to less than one-tenth, and their internal organs were severely injured.

Song Yi gave them no chance to catch their breath, his right hand forming a hand seal, the magic handprint changing.

A surge of powerful magic energy erupted from his body and condensed above his head.

A brilliant golden light shone forth, and a colossal nine-headed lion materialized from the light. Its entire body was golden, its mane as sharp as needles, and its nine heads roared to the sky in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and even scattering the clouds on the horizon.

The nine-headed lion exuded a majestic and awe-inspiring aura, its nine eyes like eighteen golden suns, looking down at the five tiny figures on the ground.

"The Lion's Mark of Fearlessness!"

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Upon seeing the golden nine-headed lion, the leading Arhat's face instantly drained of color, his pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed in shock, "How could you display the supreme supernatural power of Buddhism?"