The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Chapter 128 Apostasy

On the three heads of the Myo-Yin Jie-Di, expressions of utter horror appeared simultaneously.

He sensed a threat of death from the axe's light, as if that axe could sever cause and effect, sever reincarnation, and sever all traces of his existence in this world.

He dared not hold back in the slightest. With all three heads chanting mantras at the same time, the eight magical artifacts emitted the most dazzling Buddhist light, which condensed into a golden light wall tens of feet thick in front of him.

At the same time, the nine-tiered lotus platform beneath him suddenly bloomed, with layers upon layers of lotus petals enveloping his entire body. On each lotus petal, a phantom of a Buddha appeared, and hundreds of Buddha phantoms chanted sutras simultaneously. Buddhist light soared into the sky, enveloping the surrounding hundreds of miles in a solemn and peaceful golden Buddhist kingdom.

However, all of this was meaningless in the face of that axe light.

It sliced ​​through all of Miaoyin Jiedi's defensive magical artifacts with the smoothness of cutting tofu.

With a series of crisp cracking sounds as metal shattered, those Western treasures, along with the immortal golden body with three heads and eight arms that the Bodhisattva of Wonderful Sound was so proud of, were directly cut in half by this axe, the cut as smooth as a mirror, clean and neat.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous golden statue collapsed with a crash.

At this critical moment, a relic the size of a chicken egg, emitting a faint Buddhist light, desperately shot out from the blood mist, carrying with it the remaining primordial spirit of Miaoyin Jiedi, transforming into a stream of light and fleeing desperately towards the Western Paradise.

The power of that single axe strike nearly killed an immortal golden immortal.

Song Yi's face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Blood streamed down his face from his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth, staining his dark Taoist robe a deep red, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Fan Qinghui, and said in an icy voice, "Fellow Daoist, now, will you hand over the Human Dao Jade Seal, or not?"

At this moment, Fan Qinghui stood in the ruins below, completely terrified.

She watched helplessly as even the Western Venerable Miaoyin Jiedi, a Golden Immortal, suffered physical collapse and near-total annihilation under Song Yi's unpredictable axe strike.

With trembling hands, he took out a jade seal from his sleeve. The jade seal was pure white, with nine dragons coiled on it, exuding a strong aura of humanity and the power of the state.

It was the State Seal of Qi.

"good!"

Song Yi nodded and took the jade seal of humanity into his palm.

The imperial seal felt incredibly heavy in my hand, as if it were supporting the entire nation's mountains, rivers, and state.

Nine golden dragons coiled and roamed above it, faintly emitting the sound of dragon roars. Inside, countless streams of human fortune condensed into a river, surging endlessly.

Song Yi felt a warm and profound human energy flow from his palm into his limbs and bones, finally nourishing his nearly exhausted body.

The power of the Heaven-Opening Axe was indeed earth-shattering, and even Miaoyin Jiedi, a Golden Immortal, almost perished on the spot.

However, the price was equally severe. It was only by using the Shoushan Red Copper Axe as a vessel and drawing upon one's own essence, blood, magic power, and true spirit that this sharp edge could be unleashed.

If his physical body had not been tempered by the Prism-Rank Runes, greatly enhancing it, and if his true spirit had not been protected by the Investiture of the Gods, any other immortal in the Three Realms would probably have already met a tragic end, with both body and soul destroyed.

Thinking about this, Song Yi felt a little scared.

This method should never be used lightly unless absolutely necessary.

Just then, he suddenly sensed a very peculiar aura.

Following the senses, they saw a group of Cihang Jingzhai disciples standing behind the broken mountain-protecting array, their expressions filled with fear. Among them, a little girl of seven or eight years old stood out.

The girl was exquisitely beautiful, with rosy lips and white teeth. Although she was still young, she already possessed an indescribable air of elegance and grace.

What surprised Song Yi even more was that there were wisps of sword intent flowing naturally around her.

That sword intent was not something acquired through cultivation, but rather something innate.

It was as if she herself was a peerless immortal sword yet to be drawn from its sheath.

"A natural-born swordsmanship genius?"

Song Yi's heart stirred slightly. In all the years he had been touring the Southern Continent, he had never seen a child with such amazing talent.

He suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, stepped down from the void, walked to the girl, and asked gently, "What's your name?"

The little girl looked at Song Yi, who was bleeding from all seven orifices and looked somewhat frightening, and shrank back, answering timidly, "My name is Shi Feixuan."

"Would you be willing to come with me and become my disciple?" Song Yi gazed at her.

Shi Feixuan bit her lip, looked down at her toes, and didn't answer for a moment.

Song Yi stopped asking questions and instead looked around at the disciples and elders huddled behind the spiritual light within the protective array. His voice suddenly rose, like a resounding bell: "Are you willing to abandon darkness and embrace light, joining my Feathered Ascension Sect, or follow Fan Qinghui to the West, becoming monks and nuns, practicing Buddhism, and devoting yourselves to Taoism?"

The disciples had complex expressions, and many elders also lowered their heads and remained silent.

In fact, since Cihang Daoren was reincarnated as Zhuang Miaoshan and went to the Western Paradise, many different voices have emerged within Cihang Jingzhai.

They have cultivated for thousands of years, learning only the Jade Purity Immortal Methods, and worshipping only the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

Now, suddenly having to abandon the Great Dao of the Primordial Spirit and instead cultivate Buddhist relics, the difficulties involved are unimaginable.

Song Yi's gaze swept over the young faces with lightning speed, and he said in a deep voice, "You cultivate the orthodox methods of the Xuanmen and inherit the lineage of the Three Pure Ones. Although Cihang Daoist was once a Golden Immortal of Jade Void, he has long since returned to the West. Do you also intend to betray the lineage of your ancestor?"

"Our Yuhua Sect is a branch of the Taiqing lineage, cultivating the Taiqing Profound Method. Before the Investiture of the Gods, the Human Sect and the Chan Sect were originally one family. The Supreme Dao Ancestor even took charge of the Chan Sect and taught the immortals."

"If you join the Feathered Ascension Sect, it will only be part of the same internal lineage of the Xuanmen, not a true betrayal of the sect."

"But if one follows the West and converts to Buddhism, then one is completely abandoning the foundation of Taoism."

"You can decide for yourselves which is more important."

Upon hearing this, Fan Qinghui's face turned deathly pale.

She keenly sensed the wavering in people's hearts and was about to struggle to her feet to shout a warning when a sharp sword suddenly appeared from the void.

An intense killing intent instantly locked onto her.

Song Yi held a seemingly ancient bronze axe in his hand, his eyes filled with undisguised, icy killing intent.

If she dares to utter a single more word, that bronze axe that has slain a Golden Immortal will definitely come crashing down without hesitation.

Under this terrifying pressure, Fan Qinghui trembled all over and had no choice but to swallow back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"I, Ling Kong, wish to join the Feathered Ascension Sect!"

The silence was finally broken when a young male disciple gritted his teeth, strode out, and bowed deeply to Song Yi.

Once there's a first, there's a second.

"I, Bi Xiuxin, am also willing to join the Feathered Ascension Sect!" A female disciple followed closely behind, her eyes resolute.

Immediately afterwards, more and more disciples emerged from the broken mountain-protecting formation.

>