Before him, every face wore the same expression, but Elder Gale could still distinguish them. With the exception of the Buddha himself, nearly every major figure of Buddhism was present.
This was a conspiracy that had been planned for a long time.
In the gentle breeze, the eight senior brothers and sisters huddled close together.
In the blink of an eye, the Buddhas had already closed in.
At the moment of close combat, Elder Gale gripped his horsetail whisk and shouted. Instantly, the whisk in his hand transformed into a long sword glowing with white light.
Before the Buddhas could react, the surging white light from the sword had already swallowed everything nearby. Sword energy howled forth from the white glow, wounding the Buddha flying at the very front.
“Quick! Join up with them!” a voice rang out in the minds of the disciples.
In the dazzling white light, under Elder Gale’s lead, the disciples broke through and fled toward Blossom Mountain. Countless Buddhas chased after them, like flickering statues leaping back and forth.
Resonant Sanskrit chanting echoed in their ears, piercing to the heart, like a swarm of ants crawling across their souls. The whole world seemed to shimmer with golden light.
“Careful, it’s the ‘Pure Heart Mantra’!” Elder Gale shouted urgently.
Before he finished speaking, Danny Crimson’s eyes flashed red. He raised his sword, about to attack his own brothers.
From the right, Elder Stillwater quickly shot out streams of silver light, binding Danny Crimson’s hands and feet. Instantly, Danny Crimson roared and plummeted toward the ground.
Ewan and Skylar Loft dove in from front and back, together catching him overhead and carrying him forward.
At the same time, Stella Xing coughed up a mouthful of blood, her body wavering. Ethan Yu rushed in from behind to support her.
Rays of golden light pierced the clouds, as giant palms descended from the sky, smashing mountains and rivers below into dust. The rising sand billowed like a massive whale rolling across the land.
Elder Gale rolled backward, pulled a bead from his sleeve, and crushed it. As the powder scattered, a vast shield instantly rose overhead, sheltering all his brothers and sisters beneath.
Along their path, giant palms appeared in midair, blocking their way.
Elder Stillwater’s sleeves flared as he flew ahead, raising a massive shield that kept the giant hands at bay.
With Elder Gale and Elder Stillwater’s shields raised before and behind, the eight disciples supported one another, racing forward amid the barrage of giant palms.
It was clear the direct route to join the demon army was the hardest, but if they couldn’t reach Blossom Mountain, any other path was certain death.
“The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you’ll find the shore.”
Right-Dharma Radiance Tathāgata gazed on impassively, slowly closing his eyes and pressing his palms together, as if all before him had nothing to do with him.
...
Far off, the sounds of battle drew closer. In the courtyard, Fairy Cloudnymph, distracted, pricked her finger while embroidering a peony.
Staring blankly at the spreading crimson, she blinked, then put her finger to her lips to suck the blood.
“How goes the battle now?”
The two maidservants before her exchanged glances. After a long pause, one replied softly, “We... do not know.”
“Who else remains in Qi Tian Palace?”
“Only Princess Lindsay should be there, I think.”
Cloudnymph nodded silently, put away her needlework, and rose into the air, heading toward Qi Tian Palace.
...
Huge golden palms materialized in midair, hammering madly at the two shields and trying to block the group's advance.
Mountains were leveled, rivers cut off; everything in the path of destruction was utterly annihilated.
Far off, the retreating demon troops were stunned by the sudden spectacle.
“The Buddhists came prepared. We... really shouldn’t have attacked...”
The demon generals nearby fell silent, one by one.
Staring at the giant flying palms, Shortbeak suddenly recalled Elder Gale’s warning when they first arrived... But in that situation, did he really have enough authority to control this army?
After all, Blossom Mountain only truly obeys the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and the Third Saintess...
“Hold out a little longer—at least wait for them. If anything happens to them, and the Great Sage returns, none of us will be able to answer to him.” Shortbeak whispered to King Bullhorn.
After a moment’s hesitation, King Bullhorn finally nodded.
With the waving of the command banner, the army once again spread its formation, forcing itself to withstand the Buddhist assault.
For this brief moment, the demons would pay with thousands, even tens of thousands of casualties.
...
At that moment, in a corner of the flagship where Shortbeak and King Bullhorn stood, two demon soldiers were tending to the barely breathing Old Ninth Warren Hao.
A scorpion demon slowly approached, gazing down at the unconscious Old Ninth Warren Hao and asking softly, “How is he?”
“He’s alright, just drained his spirit power. He took a pill and fell asleep—should recover in a few days.” One soldier thought for a moment, then asked suspiciously, “Are you from this ship? I don’t recall seeing you before.”
“I was just transferred here.” The scorpion demon smiled faintly, then suddenly drew two golden daggers from his waist and stabbed at them.
...
A crisp sound rang out.
Inside the Hall of Silent Meditation, Master Sage Subhuti suddenly looked up, staring blankly at the fire-lit, crimson walls.
The life-sign plaque inscribed with 'Dreamford Immortal' slowly cracked open, drops of fresh blood seeping from the gap and blurring the words.
His eyes widened, mouth slightly agape, trembling as his hand in the chess basket clenched tight, making a crackling sound.
...
“Quick—reinforce the left flank!”
On the warship, countless demon soldiers sprinted past the scorpion demon, leaping into the air, none noticing anything amiss.
At this moment, the entire demon army was straining to seize those final moments—who had time to notice what was happening on the deck?
The scorpion demon glanced around, then turned and yanked out the dagger.
A drop of fresh blood splattered on his pitch-black cheek.
Quietly sheathing the dagger, he hurried away, leaving Old Ninth Warren Hao sprawled crookedly, blood spilling from his mouth.
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