The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Chapter 127 Copper Axe

"I see." Song sneered, the five-colored divine light of the Immortal Tree in his hand becoming even more dazzling. "It seems that the Venerable One has come to the East this time on the orders of the Tathagata Wonderful Goodness, to guide Cihang Jingzhai back to his sect."

He abruptly changed his tone: "I have no desire to interfere in this matter, nor do I care to inquire about it. However, I have another identity: I am the Protector of the Nation and Manifesting Sage True Lord, bestowed by the Great Qi Dynasty, and I enjoy the incense offerings of the Qi Kingdom. Therefore, I am naturally obligated to protect the Qi Kingdom. Today, I have come here for only one purpose: to retrieve the Jade Seal of Humanity. If Your Excellency is willing to allow Fan Qinghui to hand over the Jade Seal, I will turn around and leave without lingering a moment longer. If not, then it will be a fight to the death!"

A look of pity appeared on Miaoyin Jiedi's face, and her tone carried a condescending compassion: "True Lord, you have fallen into demonic possession. Your obsession is too deep, and karma is generated on its own. If this continues, you may fall into the demonic path. This humble monk has a supreme scripture here that can cleanse the mind and resolve karmic obstacles. True Lord, you may wish to take it and study it more, which may eliminate the obsession in your heart."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi sneered and stopped wasting words with him. The Eight Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda above his head released thousands of streams of profound yellow energy, protecting his entire body. Holding the Immortal Tree, he transformed into a streak of light and charged straight towards Miaoyin Jiedi.

"Good, good!"

Miaoyin Jiedi sighed softly.

The next moment, boundless Buddha light suddenly erupted.

Behind him rose a golden statue with three heads and eight arms, hundreds of feet tall.

The central head has a dignified and solemn appearance, with lowered eyes, seemingly showing compassion for all beings. The head on the left has wide-open, angry eyes, like a Vajra subduing demons. Right...

His head is turned to the side with a compassionate smile, like a holy monk who saves all people.

Each of its eight arms holds a vajra, a demon-subduing sword, a parasol, a golden bell, a sutra scroll, a rosary, a lotus flower, and a treasure vase.

Each ritual implement emits boundless Buddhist light.

Song Yi was secretly alarmed. This three-headed, eight-armed golden body was an extremely advanced Dharma form and supernatural power in the Western Sect, which could only be used by those who were not at the Golden Immortal level.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and pushed the Immortal Tree to its limit, sweeping it towards the golden body.

With a flick of his right arm, the compassionate figure of the Manjushri Bodhisattva gently tossed out a lotus flower from his hand.

The lotus flower grew taller in the wind, instantly transforming into a size of about ten feet in diameter. Its petals unfolded layer upon layer, each petal covered with dense Sanskrit characters. As the Buddha's light flowed, it blocked all the five-colored divine light from entering the petals, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Song Yi snorted coldly, pouring his magic power into the Immortal Tree. The divine light suddenly surged, and a layer of chaos was added as the five-colored radiance swirled.

The lotus flower could not withstand the divine light in the end; it was shattered into pieces and vanished into a sky full of golden light.

However, just as the lotus flower dissipated, the wrathful form of the Manjushri had already swung its demon-subduing sword with its left arm, the sword's force as heavy as a mountain.

The Eight Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda hummed, and profound yellow energy surged forth.

The Demon-Slaying Sword struck the Xuanhuang Qi, producing an extremely muffled and deafening roar. Song Yi felt an immense force penetrate the barrier of light.

The sound came, and his body was involuntarily sent flying dozens of feet backward, his chest heaving with blood and qi.

After all, there is a difference of two major realms. Even with the protection of a supreme treasure, one will inevitably be at a disadvantage in the face of absolute overwhelming power.

Miaoyin Jiedi, having gained the upper hand, did not let up. With a solemn expression, he chanted incantations and suddenly swung his arm holding the jeweled umbrella. The umbrella opened abruptly, covering the sky and the sun, and descended upon Song Yi.

Beneath the precious umbrella, the Buddha's light was like a prison, forming a confined space that sought to suppress Song Yi.

Song Yi's expression changed, and he couldn't care less about anything else at this moment.

With a flick of his wrist, an antique oil lamp appeared in his palm.

The oil lamp looked ordinary, with a bronze base covered in mottled rust, and only a tiny flame the size of a bean flickering at the wick, as if it might go out at any moment.

However, Song Yi suddenly spat a mouthful of his own blood onto the tiny flame.

Then take a deep breath and blow hard at the wick.

Suddenly, the oil lamp shone brightly, and a blazing fire, hot enough to scorch the heavens and boil the seas, surged forth from the wick.

The flames were an extremely pure golden-white, each wisp of fire containing terrifying heat, distorting the void wherever they passed.

This is one of the most fierce and domineering flames in the world, the true fire of the sun.

The true fire of the sun spread out like a tide, and wherever it passed, the Buddha light cage formed by the precious umbrella was instantly burned to a thousand holes, as if it were made of paper.

The blazing fire continued its relentless advance, hurtling straight towards the wondrous sound of enlightenment.

Miaoyin Jiedi's expression finally turned serious.

His three heads chanted incantations simultaneously, and his eight arms made hand seals, condensing into a giant treasure bottle above his head.

The vase was crystal clear, with countless Sanskrit mantras engraved on its surface. Its mouth was aimed at the surging true fire of the sun, emanating a grand aura that encompassed all things and absorbed all the heavens.

This is one of the supreme and wondrous methods of Western religion, the Vase Mudra.

Song Yi had previously come across the Treasure Bottle Seal talisman, and he was very interested in it at the time, since the Treasure Bottle Seal was said to be able to contain all the laws of the world and had endless uses.

But after careful consideration, he ultimately chose the transformative talisman that could bring about a bond, thus letting this supreme and wondrous method slip by.

Seeing the true Treasure Vase Seal being performed now, even with his prejudices against Western religions, he had to admit that this wonderful method truly had its unique aspects.

After a few breaths, the entire sky was filled with the true fire of the sun, which was finally absorbed by the treasure bottle.

The bottle was now glowing red, like an iron ingot just taken out of the furnace. Its surface was covered with cracks, but it did not explode.

Miaoyin Jiedi breathed a sigh of relief, then a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

He flipped one of his arms, revealing a purple-gold bowl in his palm.

The purple-gold bowl has an ancient and simple design. The inner wall is covered with Sanskrit inscriptions, while the outer wall features reliefs of the Eighteen Arhats. Each Arhat is lifelike and exudes a solemn Buddhist light.

Then he tossed the golden bowl into the air. The bowl spun rapidly, growing to about ten feet in size, its mouth facing down, aimed directly at Song Yi.

An extremely terrifying suction force emanated from the bowl, more than ten times stronger than the suction force of the Treasure Bottle Seal, threatening to pull Song Yi and the Eight Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda into it together.

Sensing the dangerous aura, Song Yi finally stopped holding back.

He slowly took out a giant crimson axe.

The axe's body is simple and rugged, yet it exudes a terrifying aura of extreme masculinity and strength.

This axe was crafted by me from the red copper of Shoushan, a gift from Yang Chan.

Shouyang Mountain is a place where primordial yang energy converges, and the red copper it produces is the most yang divine material in the world. In the past, the Yellow Emperor forged the Xuanyuan Sword.

The materials used originated from this place.

To forge this bronze axe, I have devoted countless efforts, and so far it has only reached a rough form.

The moment Song Yi grasped the bronze axe, his entire demeanor changed completely.

An extremely sharp aura emanated from him, and the profound meaning of creation that he had pondered day and night over the years flowed through his mind like water.

He received a small portion of the inheritance from the great shaman Wu Gang and the ancestral shaman Xing Tian.

Wu Gang chopping down the cassia tree, each axe stroke embodies the profound truth of creation.

Xing Tian wielded his axe and shield, taking the Heaven-Opening Axe Technique to its ultimate form.

Although these traditions are incomplete, their essence contains the ultimate meaning of attack and conquest.

Over the years, Song Yi has constantly pondered and repeatedly refined those fragmented essences of creation. Although he is still far from being able to compare with the Great Witch's creation axe, he has already taken some shape.

He opened his eyes, gripped the bronze axe with both hands, and gently chopped down at Miaoyin Jiedi.

This axe stroke looked extremely slow, so slow that it seemed as if it were just casually moving through the air.

Only a single sliver of light detached from the axe blade.

The axe light had an almost chaotic color, neither black nor white, neither yin nor yang.

Wherever it passed, the void silently cracked open, not by being torn apart or cleaved, but naturally split into two halves.

Just as when heaven and earth were first separated, the clear things rose to become the sky, and the turbid things sank to become the earth, it was a perfect natural formation.