The Eternal Way-Chapter 206 Killing the Demon Monk (Part Three)

Shen Shuibei, in fact, did not know how to use a sword.

She had only learned it this past month.

But it didn't matter.

It was enough.

Even the faintest trace of Fifth Rank divine intent infused into swordsmanship was sufficient to call it the sword of an Immortal.

Did they understand the value of the Taiyin Qi of the Yellow Goddess of the Moon?

Chan Zhi still hadn't grasped the true nature of the setup.

From beginning to end, it wasn't Zhang Lan and Shen Shuibei who were making the moves.

Zhang Lan and Shen Shuibei were merely pilots.

The one truly confronting Chan Zhi was this small heaven and earth!

Shen Shuibei used the large formation to regulate mountains and rivers, corresponding to the human body. With the resources of the Wang family, she transformed this grand array into a controllable manifestation!

Silently, what was originally just a formation for regulating terrestrial energies and water veins had been remodeled by Shen Shuibei into a combat array.

Regulating terrestrial energies and water veins—by simply tweaking it slightly...

Using water veins as blood and energy.

Treating mountain ranges as tendons and bones.

Employing the Daoist Yin-Yang Hexagram method to complete the Four Directions and Eight Trigrams.

Using Shamanic spirit methods to nurture sun, moon, and wind.

Establishing rules and regulations through Humanism to set countless meridians.

With the four dimensions established, the eight trigrams facing each other, dual suns and moons suspended, winds and light aligned, rules as auxiliary, balanced with measures.

Thus, it became a simulated microcosm of a human body.

This was what Li Qi had brought out this time.

Using the original power of an entire prefecture's construction of the grand array, he forcibly remodeled it into a "false Seventh Rank cultivator."

All that was needed was a controller to operate this thing.

Li Qi, Shen Shuibei, and Wang Baisan all pooled their ultimate skills, solving countless technical problems, finally achieving this feat.

If one had to describe it, it would be like taking a large agricultural tractor...

As the chief engineer and designer, Shen Shuibei dismantled these tractors, using their parts to build a Gundam.

Now, she was the one piloting the Gundam.

And just now, that sword strike was Zhang Lan operating this Gundam.

Chan Zhi was still over there paying attention to some "formation enhancement," which was utterly meaningless.

Because there was no such thing as formation enhancement.

What Chan Zhi faced was the formation itself!

He was fighting a Gundam!

That manifestation of Shen Shuibei was this Gundam.

This was the power of knowledge.

And it didn't stop there.

Li Qi had once asked Wang Baisan to provide two Eighth Rank cultivators to help.

Those two Eighth Ranks were currently at the other two grand arrays.

It was mentioned earlier that in Guangyang Prefecture, there were three such formations for regulating terrestrial energies.

Three such formations were sufficient to cover the entire Guangyang.

The other two were now under the control of those two Eighth Ranks, gathering Guangyang's terrestrial and water energies to power this Gundam.

Precise arrangements and superior knowledge together planted this bomb.

However, this simultaneously enraged Chan Zhi.

After being struck by that sword and flying back, he barely managed to stabilize his posture.

But just as he stabilized, all of the monk's gentleness disappeared.

His body began to mutate.

"So, don't blame this poor monk for showing no mercy."

After saying this, Chan Zhi's physical body began to undergo drastic changes!

His skin turned into twisted black leather, covered in disgusting calluses.

His neck elongated like a snake, its skin lizard-like and full of wrinkles. Though his body retained a humanoid form, overall, it resembled a super-sized reptilian body.

Snake-like tentacles spread from his lower body.

He grew two heads and six arms, all pitch-black like ink, with rough, leathery skin.

This time, it wasn't a manifestation but his true form.

The Mahākāla lineage.

Demon God Body.

Chan Zhi revealed his true strength.

No more trifling.

He was serious now!

He softly chanted: "Evil hearts are possessed by ghosts and demons; heavenly Māra enters the heart and abdomen. If one misinterprets this as holy enlightenment, one will fall prey to a host of evils."

His flesh intertwined, tentacles entwined with each other, and the three-inch Buddha Realm suddenly collapsed, transforming into a demon realm!

The previously celestial beings tore open their skins, turning into rākṣasas and evil spirits!

The formerly radiant three-inch Buddha Realm instantly opened in ten directions, unleashing profound darkness.

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Name and form exhausted, plunged into great darkness, nothing but the turbid kalpa!

Chan Zhi was never a compassionate Buddha; he was a thorough demon, capable of sacrificing tens of thousands without batting an eye.

Chan Zhi's demon body had four hands holding four bowls filled with a pungent, thick black liquid, seemingly the blood of some creature.

One hand held a bell, shaking it until it glowed red like blood.

The demon body solemnly raised a bowl of the foul liquid and declared: "I drink the Five Amṛtas! Then a portion of great arrogance Māra enters my heart. I do not revere pagodas or temples, destroy scriptures and images; sentient beings enter the Avīci Hell, lose right mindfulness, and shall fall into ruin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his free hand held up the three-inch Buddha Realm... no, now it was a demon realm!

Holding the demon realm in his palm, single-handedly covering the sky!

That hand rose high, blocking the heavens, disrupting terrestrial energies, even affecting manifestations—the body started to crack.

Demons from the demon realm surged forth, suddenly transforming into a sea of flames!

The fiery sea burned across the sky, growing increasingly intense, even becoming frenzied.

Tongues of fire continuously spewed from chimneys; rampant demon heads emerged from the flames to peer outside, each one green-faced and fanged, horrifying beyond measure.

The sky turned a fiery red, countless ghostly faces forming the visage of a demon god.

That was Chan Zhi.

In the endless hellfire, he looked down.

His piercing gaze descended from the heavens, tightly locking onto the ground below.

Shen Shuibei and Zhang Lan's faces were bathed in fiery red, the entire sky ablaze with infernal flames.

Demons pounced down.

Their claws long and sharp, glaring at each other with anger, harboring malicious thoughts.

As the demons descended, ten gates of the demon realm opened wide, and scorching winds blew hot black sand.

These hot winds reached animals and mountains below that couldn't escape in time. Everything living turned completely black, the hot sand burning their skin, penetrating flesh to bone!

But it wasn't just the heat.

Countless grains of black sand, like sanders, ground everything they touched; those hit by the hot wind and black sand had their flesh and bones pulverized, pus and blood flowing out, suffering indescribable agony. Within a hundred-mile radius, cries of sorrow and lamentation echoed like hell!

"Hell's aspect?" Shen Shuibei recognized the origin of this technique at a glance.

All these demons were lives Chan Zhi had killed!

He refined their souls into these demons, then based on the denizens of hell, forged this demon realm!

This was recreating the suffering of samsara's hells, endless resentment meant to drag all living things into the torment of hell.

That three-inch Buddha Realm was this three-inch demon realm.

Buddha and demon as one—this was the essence of Chan Zhi's cultivation!

Buddha is demon, demon is Buddha.

Hell descended here, terrestrial and water energies below completely disrupted!

Boundless black mist surged around, resembling gloomy clouds, dust fog, fierce winds, and torrential rain. Evil karma, words, thoughts, and intentions kept emerging; demonic mist thickened, evil atmosphere intensified, like the descent of Māra.

Formations are rooted in the environment.

And the surrounding environment had been forcibly altered.

That constructed virtual manifestation was on the verge of collapse.

The difficulty with this kind of formation lay here: unless it had another foundation, relying solely on natural forces made it easy for others to cut off.

Natural forces—you could use them, but so could others; it all depended on skill level.

A Seventh Rank powerhouse could alter heaven and earth. If you relied on natural forces for your formation and couldn't defend the surrounding environment, it would all be for naught.

However, everything was within expectations.

Seeing this, Shen Shuibei formed a mudra with her hands, then Old Horse suddenly flew out from behind her.

Old Horse, already prepared, swiftly flew over. Shen Shuibei jumped onto the horse and galloped away at top speed.

It was time to retreat.

Zhang Lan had already fled; after regaining his breath following that sword strike, he had already slipped away.

Without the Gundam, an Eighth Rank cultivator here was mere cannon fodder—it was best to run.

Yet Chan Zhi didn't pursue. On the contrary, he suddenly sat cross-legged where he was, hands clasped together, withdrawing.

Because that tottering manifestation suddenly lit up.

Terrestrial and water energies began to surge.

Isn't it just self-destruction?

Even the Sikuang of Guangyang knew how to do it—how could Shen Shuibei not?

The furnace was already stuffed with flammable wood shavings; a tiny spark would ignite a roaring blaze.

Chan Zhi frowned. He also sensed that the formation below had reached its limit. After cutting twice with the sword, the formation was on the verge of collapse, about to be thoroughly destroyed by the hellish aspect.

But the formation was about to explode.

If he pursued, not only might he fail to catch them, but he could also easily get injured by the self-destruction.

So he steadied his mind; his demon god body began shrinking, from previously covering the sky with a single hand to child-sized.

Contracting his power, stabilizing his defense.

Though this would make him more vulnerable to one-on-one attacks like a commoner's sword, it reduced the impact from large-scale explosions like self-destruction.

Longma and Shen Shuibei ran farther and farther.

But, it didn't matter.

They couldn't escape.

That Longma, even at its maximum burst, could only cover a mile per instant, lasting just a few minutes.

Though fast among Ninth Ranks, in Chan Zhi's eyes, it was nothing.

This speed, in front of him, was like a leisurely stroll.

How fast was a Seventh Rank?

Look at the Sikuang of Guangyang just now—he ran over a hundred miles in just three or four breaths, escaping his interference range.

Though it was akin to a desperate hundred-meter sprint, it showcased the swiftness of a Seventh Rank. And neither side specialized in speed.

If a Seventh Rank specialized in speed, increasing it several dozen times wouldn't be difficult.

Wait, where was the Sikuang of Guangyang?

He—

Chan Zhi had just begun to wonder when he saw countless magical treasures flashing in the sky, forming a constellation of magical artifacts.

Unbeknownst to him, the Sikuang of Guangyang had returned!

Moreover, with a face full of grief and indignation, he attacked him!?

Where did he find the courage?

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One hundred fifty li away, Wang Baisan stood atop a mountain peak, gently tapping his folding fan, gazing at the distant battlefield.

His task was to wait outside and handle some planning tasks.

Within a hundred li, there were probably no survivors left; all birds, beasts, fish, and insects had been devoured by hell.

A true earthly hell.

Hell was partially manifested here on a small scale; countless demons, evil spirits, and only wails remained in the world.

Deities and spirits indulged recklessly; the land sprouted thorns, mosquitoes, bees, venomous snakes, toxic insects, scorching winds, and black sand engulfed everything.

Perverted views enveloped a hundred li radius; all beings within were entangled in the ten evil deeds.

When humans die, they all fall into hell.

Seventh Rank battles were too terrifying.

But even more terrifying was Li Qi.

Just moments ago, that Seventh Rank Sikuang of Guangyang had fled here.

According to Li Qi's instructions, Wang Baisan handed him a sealed letter.

Wang Baisan didn't know the contents; no one had opened it.

But that highly esteemed Seventh Rank Sikuang, who valued his life above all else and acted like a rat, upon seeing Li Qi's letter, gritted his teeth and turned back.

He really wanted to know what was written in the letter.

Thinking of this, Wang Baisan turned back, humbly cupping his hands and addressing a short, golden-haired man behind him: "Has Lord Rat observed the situation clearly?"

That short, golden-haired man appeared to be forty or fifty years old, with an ugly appearance, a hunched back, and a stature of about five chi.

His hair, including eyebrows and even chest hair, was pure gold but non-reflective.

His teeth were sharp, with prominent incisors.

He looked like an outsider, but from the title, it was clear who he was.

The Rat King of Rat Mound.

Undoubtedly, also a Seventh Rank powerhouse, someone who traveled with Chan Zhi from the far west to the southwest.

"I've observed it clearly. However, based on my understanding of Chan Zhi, your current displayed strength gives you less than a ten percent chance of victory. Up to now, this fellow hasn't revealed his true strength." The Rat King grinned, looking at the distant battlefield.

There, before the formation's self-destruction, the terrifying pressure and countless dazzling magical treasures in the sky continued to shine.

The battle was ongoing.

"And if Lord Rat intervenes?" Wang Baisan asked again.

"If I intervene, the chances of victory rise to fifty percent." The Rat King said: "Now you understand why I insisted on observing your actions before deciding whether to intervene?"

"Is that demon monk really that powerful? I saw him use all his extraordinary divine powers earlier, whether it was the Peacock King Mantra, the three-inch Buddha Realm, or the unity of Buddha and demon transforming the Buddha Realm into the aspect of hell—all were immensely powerful. Does he still have an ace up his sleeve?" Wang Baisan frowned.

"Buddha and demon as one, Buddha and demon as one. Did you see the demon? Or did you see the Buddha?" the Rat King countered.

Wang Baisan took a deep breath, suddenly enlightened.

Chan Zhi's trump card was the unity of Buddha and demon.

Not the Buddha of the Peacock King, nor the demon aspect of hell, but the fusion of both.

No wonder.

However, upon hearing this, Wang Baisan immediately cupped his hands: "Then what does Lord Rat think of Young Master's promise? This demon monk is so powerful; if used as a blood sacrifice offering, Rat Mound will surely benefit immensely. Young Master has already promised not to take a single shred of the blood sacrifice's power."