The Eternal Way-Chapter 211: Advent

Guangyang shook violently.

Everyone capable in all of Guangyang turned their attention towards this spot.

The indifferent Rank 8 cultivators, who usually wouldn't care about others' affairs, felt an intense pressure.

The top powers from the noble families each used their methods to observe from afar.

In fact, someone had already been looking over here, for the Great Mountain and Water Array wasn't something that could be activated casually.

But what was even more terrifying than the activation of the Great Mountain and Water Array...

Was that the entire array had been shattered. A violent earthquake struck all of Guangyang. The thousands of mountain and water deities connected with the array died instantly on the spot, while many others were heavily wounded.

Such a grand ceremony was forcibly shattered by one person's strength alone.

The Rat King's pupils constricted! His whole body trembled as he curled into his original form, becoming a ball of fur, hiding underground.

Rank 5! Was it Chan Zhi's master?!

Damn! How did they get here!

How can we fight now?

While the Rat King hid, no one paid him any mind.

After the collapse of the Great Mountain and Water Array, the large black hand slowly dissipated.

Then, suddenly, space twisted as if someone was tearing and crumpling a piece of transparent plastic, causing light to bend.

Amidst this distortion appeared a black-skinned monk with a righteous face.

Black skin, a string of skull beads hung around his neck, wearing a tall hat but with kind eyebrows and eyes, faintly emitting Buddha light.

With one hand protecting Monk Chan Zhi, he gently scanned the surroundings: "Who almost severed my disciple's path?"

His words carried no oppressive force.

Yet despair enveloped everyone present.

The members of the White Rhino Army, including Lie Kedi who had fought fiercely and sustained heavy injuries, showed expressions of despair.

A sense of powerlessness filled everyone.

Except for Shen Shuibei, she tilted her head slightly.

But in the next second, a thin old man dressed in linen clothes suddenly appeared before the monk.

Then slapped him across the face without hesitation.

Smack!

A crisp sound echoed.

Everyone was stunned.

The soldiers of the White Rhino Army stood dumbfounded.

The Rat King of The Rat Mound gaped wide open.

Wang Baisan stopped mid-run, ready to flee.

He had arrived long ago but hadn't shown himself, hiding with his people to observe the situation. Seeing a Rank 5 appear, he immediately took off running, but this slap made him stop.

Wang Baisan's eyes bulged out.

And Zhang Lan, who had withdrawn from the battlefield for rest and then returned to fight alongside the White Rhino Army, didn't react much, still swinging his sword relentlessly, clearly blinded by battle and unaware of the outside world.

Except for Shen Shuibei.

Only Shen Shuibei, who provided technical support for various magical artifacts of the White Rhino Army from outside the battlefield, wasn't surprised.

Because she knew things were over.

Sometimes, bullying the weak could lead to death.

That suddenly appearing black-skinned demon monk got slapped across the face, crisp and clear.

Even he was somewhat startled, momentarily failing to react.

But after all, he was Rank 5.

He quickly snapped back but didn't retaliate, instead staring intently at the other party: "Who are you, sir?"

The suddenly appearing thin old man merely looked at him coldly: "Reduce your cultivation by thirty percent as an offering to repay heaven and earth, allowing this land to return to normal."

"After doing so, you may leave."

The black-skinned monk first solemnly examined the old man.

Then, he suddenly sneered: "Sir is also Rank 5, speaking such words seems presumptuous."

Having been slapped earlier, he was concerned about the identity of this formidable individual, thus not daring to act rashly.

Upon closer inspection, however, he found the other party was also Rank 5.

Both being Rank 5, and he being a legitimate heir of Mahākāla, how dare this person act so recklessly?

Truly, underestimating someone.

The black-skinned monk raised his hand, and suddenly, a dharma hall descended upon them.

This was his magic artifact.

This grand hall, resplendent and adorned with seven treasures, banners hanging, chariots standing, two bodhisattvas serving, surrounded by heavenly attendants, all carved in gold and silver, suspended in the air.

Overall sixty miles long, thirty miles wide, four treasures decorating the foundation, covering the sky and blocking the sun.

Seven layers of precious bricks paved the steps, its pillars numbering eighty-four thousand, some golden columns with silver capitals, others silver columns with golden capitals, crystal and water essence capitals likewise.

Surrounding the hall, there were four railings made of four treasures, four staircases also of four treasures, above the hall were eighty-four thousand treasure towers, those of gold having silver doors and windows, those of silver having gold doors and windows, crystal and water essence windows likewise.

Golden towers with silver beds, silver towers with golden beds, soft and winding, woven with golden threads, spread throughout the seats, the hall radiating light dazzling the eyes, like the sun at noon, making it impossible for anyone present to look directly.

As the great hall descended, the surrounding crowd immediately realized this was no longer a battle they could interfere with; anyone able fled desperately.

But no one paid them any mind.

The black-skinned monk's dharma hall had eighty-four thousand doors, all opening simultaneously!

Countless beings emerged.

There were eighty-four thousand elephants ridden by muscular riders shaking the ground as they moved.

Eighty-four thousand horses mounted by warriors showing off their prowess.

Eighty-four thousand chariots drawn by golden wheels, with golden-eyed archers aiming in all directions.

Eighty-four thousand divine pearls illuminating the surroundings, dispelling all impurities, defending against spells.

Eighty-four thousand jade maidens attending with kindness, healing wounds with gentle hands.

Eighty-four thousand laymen preaching Buddhist teachings, proclaiming the true path, singing praises of the hall's master.

Then the hall unfolded, Buddha light shining forth.

Followed by four thousand nagas, four thousand garudas, four thousand evil paths, seven thousand giant trees, eight thousand great hells.

Then appeared yakshas holding tridents rushing forward.

From the void emerged forests of beasts and insects: mosquitoes, horseflies, flies, lice, snakes, scorpions, bees, maggots, forming a dark cloud covering the sky.

Then the surrounding space was sealed off.

The black-skinned monk recited scriptures:

"There are four gates in all directions, streets aligned perfectly."

"An iron wall surrounds the prison, topped with iron nets."

"The ground is iron, naturally spewing flames."

"For those with grave sins, stability is maintained."

"Falling into the great screaming hell, suffering beyond description."

Finishing the scripture, he extended an invitation to the thin old man: "Benefactor, I have prepared hell for you, awaiting your taste."

The earth transformed into purgatory, the dharma hall hovering in the air, suppressing everything. Warriors, strongmen, jade maidens, nagas, garudas—none less than Rank 8, even Rank 7 were numerous!

Just this army within the magic artifact could easily sweep through the entire Hundred Forests Kingdom.

This was just one magic artifact.

As Rank 5, he didn't even need to personally intervene.

After all, they were in Tianxia, where the Heavenly Dao forbade Rank 5 from engaging fully, otherwise, the impact would extend far beyond hundreds of miles.

It would likely ruin an entire nation, claiming billions of lives, turning the entire Hundred Forests Kingdom into a wasteland.

Almost everyone present was intimidated.

Dealing with Monk Chan Zhi, a Rank 7, had required all means and countless sacrifices.

But this black-skinned monk lightly waved his hand, summoning thousands of Rank 7 beings.

Desolate Valley...

Such a disparity... trembling.

Impossible to describe.

Nearby, the old man glanced at the black-skinned monk.

Confidently summoning the dharma hall, he sat atop it.

On the hall was a large carriage draped in white tents, with golden bells hanging on all sides, various fragrant flowers, banners, and parasols.

Exquisite delicacies, various musical performances, the seat's four legs pure blue-green crystal.

Behind the seat were seven-treasure reclining couches, seven-treasure lamp trees, various gemstones lighting up, delicate flowers scattered everywhere. Celestial maidens devoutly serving.

Sitting there, a slight mocking smile on his lips, quietly waiting for the opponent's reaction.

He was very confident.

This dharma hall was bestowed by the Wheel-Turning Sage King.

In the past, serving the Wheel-Turning Sage King, receiving his favor, when the sage king led eighty-four thousand followers to seek ordination.

Those eighty-four thousand all achieved enlightenment, attaining Arhatship, reaching Rank 5.

As one of them, he was the only one of the Mahākāla lineage.

The compassionate Wheel-Turning Sage King granted him this magic artifact to protect his path.

Residing in the dharma hall, free from desire, anger, ignorance, thus: 'the tainted remain untainted, the wicked remain innocent, the foolish remain wise.'

Later, during the war between the Wheel-Turning Sage King and Nanda Dragon King, he participated for the sage king.

Mid-battle, Nanda Dragon King wrapped around Mount Sumeru seven times, then threw it, he was inside the mountain, immediately using the dharma hall to defend.

Mount Sumeru thrown six thousand two hundred worlds away, he was carried along, traversing six thousand two hundred worlds, landing caused shockwaves affecting ten billion stars, although the dharma hall was severely damaged, he remained unharmed inside, showcasing its quality.

Now descending, like a sea-stabilizing needle, capable of suppressing most situations.

Others might not know its origins, but saw its terrifying power.

Almost everyone fearfully looked at the slapping old man, hoping he could withstand it.

Though none actually recognized him.

Of course, it was 'almost everyone'.

There was one exception.

Shen Shuibei wasn't afraid at all.

She immediately understood the situation.

Even finding time to sit down, sensing the refined energy escaping due to the battle, useful for repairing her body.

As for the black-skinned monk...

From the moment he summoned the magic artifact but didn't attack, instead flaunting his power, he was already dead.

No need to watch further.

Meanwhile, the old man calmly waited for the dharma hall to finish descending.

Very quiet, very calm, waiting for the opponent to finish preparations.

Suddenly,

The black-skinned monk's head tilted, sitting there quietly passing away.

The dharma hall's power diminished instantly, then caught by the old man, shrinking to the size of an egg, along with the strongmen, jade maidens, archers, warriors all collected.

The old man muttered: "Fancy but useless... never been to Baiyue? Acting like a fool."

Then, putting away the dharma hall: "This dharma hall isn't bad, among Rank 5, it's top-notch, worth the trip."

Saying so because the black-skinned monk underestimated his enemy.

This was Baiyue.

Territory near Wu Deity Mountain, though bordering other regions, it fell under direct jurisdiction of Wu Dao.

What's characteristic of Wu Dao?

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Could it be that relying too much on this powerful magic artifact led to neglecting defenses?

Coming to Baiyue, being so arrogant towards a diviner...

Mysterious indeed.

Diviners excel in two areas.

One is divination. One is fortune-telling.

Two is cursing...

Did he think relying solely on his magic artifact would shield him from curses?

When he slapped him, did he think it was just venting anger?

Foolish... Idiotic...

That slap was 'insult'. That slap was 'humiliation'.

Thus, when propriety and music decay, perverse sounds arise, the root of danger and humiliation. As the saying goes: 'To be trapped where there should be no trap leads to disgrace. To hold onto what shouldn't be held leads to peril. With disgrace and peril, death approaches.'

Ancient wisdom says: "To kill a warrior, humiliate him." Meaning to kill a warrior, use humiliation to drive him to death.

With disgrace and peril, death approaches.

This is a curse.

Silently, in a single misstep, the black-skinned monk, a proud Rank 5, died inexplicably.

The danger and strangeness of Shamans and Diviners are evident.

Across Tianxia, Shamans and Diviners are notorious for their terror, often targeted first upon appearance.

Since Shamans and Diviners aren't skilled in direct combat, they excel at killing unexpectedly.

Be it Gu insects or curses, the Zhu(祝,Invoker) people excel at navigating diplomacy and communication everywhere, while the Bu(卜,Diviner) people are adept at analyzing, strategizing, and shaping the future—both are the type who prefer to kill from behind the scene

Wu Deity Mountain is absolutely the place with the most secrets in Tianxia, Shamans and Diviners love hiding things.

Even Li Qi has become this way.

Unconsciously, Li Qi became someone who enjoys secretly scheming, stabbing others in the back.

Whether in Guangyang or Clear Mist City, he moves behind the scenes, connecting all parties, ultimately achieving his goals.

This old man is similar.

For him, if the black-skinned monk attacked without delay, perhaps causing trouble, making it hard to counter.

But it's impossible.

This is "Tianxia"(Under Heaven).

Rank 5 cannot fully engage here, otherwise facing heavenly punishment.

Rank 5 battling could easily destroy a nation, casualties reaching billions.

Remember, when Rank 5 powerhouses battle in the Beyond the Realm, the aftershocks can obliterate several unfortunate small worlds. Even in Tianxia, the power of a Rank 5 cannot be restrained.

So, the old man was certain the opponent wouldn't attack fiercely right away.

And his unexpected move, even if blocked, he prepared four other plans, at least three different curses, ensuring the curse would attach.

In other words, unless fleeing immediately or unleashing full power to suppress Shamans and Diviners.

The black-skinned monk's fate was sealed.

Shen Shuibei understood clearly, thus early on chose to sit and wait.

As for others...

They're irrelevant.

With Wu Deity Mountain sending a Rank 5, everything was settled.

The thin old man also understood this.

Reaching out, Guangyang's pagodas collapsed, Li Qi's main body was grabbed and pulled over.

Even his clone merged quickly, landing in the center of the battlefield.

At the same time, Bo Yue was similarly drawn from a thousand miles away, arriving swiftly.

Despite the speed, it felt smooth, as if acceleration was offset somehow.

Once Bo Yue and Li Qi stood battered in place, the thin old man bowed respectfully before countless eyes.

Then, very seriously said: "I am Le Ya, greeting Young Master Yue, Young Master Qi, sorry for being late."