Chapter 148: Flooding the Demon Wasteland

The lords and disciples of the Myriad Demonic Heavens, watching from mid-air, heard the tremendous roar of tsunamis and glaciers. Turning around, all of them turned pale with shock and terror.

"Go quickly and see what is happening! Who dares to trespass against our Holy Sect!"

"It's a bunch of bald donkeys! Slaughter them!"

"Those who violate our Holy Sect must die! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Thousands of people shouted in unison, their momentum almost rivaling the roaring waves. The four Hall Masters charged ahead first, followed by dozens of cavern lords and their subordinate disciples. This massive crowd swept forward like a tidal wave; it could be said that they would kill Buddhas if they met Buddhas, and destroy gods if they met gods!

Hidden in the valley, Lin Feng witnessed this magnificent spectacle with his own eyes. The momentum was even more terrifying than the battle above Plum Valley that day. The ten white-robed monks stood in a row, chanting the Six-Character Great Bright Mantra in harmonious unison: *Om... Ma... Ni... Pad... Me... Hum...* Surrounded by celestial Buddhist light and blooming golden lotuses, a colossal Vairocana Buddha descended from the void. With a sorrowful expression, it sat cross-legged with hand seals formed, crowned by a golden sun that illuminated the vast sky—sacred and majestic.

"Are these monks really trying to shake thousands of demonic cultivators with the strength of mere mayflies?" Just thinking about it, Lin Feng found it utterly unbelievable.

Looking further back, the barefoot woman stepping upon a glowing pearl was waving her arms, driving the waves and glaciers forward. It turned out that the duty of these ten monks was to provide cover for her, completely subverting the foundation of the Myriad Demonic Heavens through the method of flooding the golden mountain.

"There is probably only one person in this North Sea who can command the ocean waves—Zui Mo, the Flower Crow King! Strange, why would monks band together with a demon king? Never mind that for now, I must act according to circumstances!"

The Vairocana Buddha formed a lotus seal with both hands, and the golden light above its head grew increasingly bright amidst the monks' chanting, blossoming into a massive spherical shield of light that protected the eleven of them at its center, so dazzling that one could not look directly at it.

"Where are the disciples of the Blood Blade Hall?" A burly man standing upon a crimson treasured saber raised his hand and waved a small banner. Embroidered upon the banner was a lifelike willow-leaf saber with two dragons playing with a pearl—this was the command flag of the Blood Blade Hall.

"Subordinates are here!" More than five hundred elites of the Blood Blade Hall shouted in unison, their voices shaking the firmament.

"Form the killing array!" The Hall Master's roar was immensely rousing.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

The five hundred disciples of human-wall formation channeled their precious sabers, arranging themselves above, below, left, and right into a wall of people. Thousands of saber auras flashed—frigid, terrifying, and boundless murderous intent filled the air, making even the wind stand still!

"Ten thousand sabers released simultaneously!"

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Boom!* Millions of rays of light pierced the void, multicolored and varied in saber intent, blanketing the sky and creating magnificent colors like fireworks. Lightning, poisonous Qi, sparks, thunderbolts, and ice rain mingled within, resembling an apocalyptic scene. Among these saber auras, several colossal, majestic saber projections were particularly prominent, casually unleashed by other cavern lords in a desperate bid to shatter the protective light barrier of the Vairocana Buddha.

The ten white-robed monks turned pale, sitting cross-legged in a crescent shape in the void, increasing the speed of their incantations even further. The Vairocana Buddha radiated brilliant light like a treasure basin, and continuous, deafening roars soared straight to the Dipper. After a single round, half of the ten men had blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, their complexions as sallow as yellow wax.

"Good grief, those bald donkeys! Hall Master Zhang, Hall Master Li, take the brothers of the Stealthy Killing Hall and the Sacred Rite Hall to reinforce our comrades in the mountains. Leave this place to me and Hall Master Peng." Shi Guangming, the Hall Master of the Thunder and Fire Hall, commanded immense respect. As soon as he said this, the troops of the other two halls immediately complied. Among the more than sixty cavern lords, quite a few were worried about their disciples and the treasures within their caverns; hearing him take charge like this, many rushed toward their respective caverns without even exchanging parting words.

Consequently, the number of people dwindled by more than half, yet over a thousand still remained.

"Listen up, brothers of the Thunder and Fire Hall!" Shi Guangming's expression turned stern as he likewise produced a command flag, embroidered with red and white flames representing the earth's azure fire and heaven's heart flame.

"Subordinates are here!" Over three hundred experts of the Thunder and Fire Hall answered in unison.

"Fuse thunder and fire! Blast this Buddha statue to pieces for me!" Shi Guangming pointed his finger forward!

The three hundred men took their orders and swiftly divided into upper and lower ranks; one division wielded palm lightning while the other unleashed heart-fire, dual techniques unleashed simultaneously!

*Boom! Rumble!* Fire serpents and lightning intertwined, striking the Great Buddha. Instantly, the Buddhist light dimmed, the space violently trembled, and two streams of bloody tears rolled down the sorrowful visage of the Vairocana Buddha. One after another, the ten eminent monks vomited blood and plummeted from the clouds, their fates unknown.

"*Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum*..."

More ethereal Buddhist chants spread across the firmament, and in the blink of an eye, only half of the ten remained.

Zui Mo, the Flower Crow King driving the giant waves, wore an anxious expression. Seeing that these few monks were on the verge of perishing, she could finally hold back no longer. She untied the conch horn from her waist and raised her slender fingers. A piercing wailing sound pierced the sky, drowning out the thousands of flames and roars of thunder.

"Alas... Mo'er, why bother getting entangled in mortal struggles? Enough, enough! This old woman will help you this once!"

In the void, an old woman materialized out of thin air, leaning upon a gnarled wooden staff, her hair styled into a phoenix and her body draped in colorful court robes—unspeakably opulent and magnificent, yet her face was hideously ugly!

"Granny Ruanping, quickly help me kill these people!" Zui Mo whined coquettishly, then poured her entire focus back into controlling the surging floods beneath her feet, ignoring the raging thunder and fire.

"Alas!" Granny Ruanping waved the gnarled staff in her hand, and a golden light accompanied by a cracking sound of splintering furiously assailed the disciples of the Thunder and Fire Hall. *Puff, puff, puff!* Wherever this golden light passed, everyone was blasted into bloody, pulpy fragments. Not a single complete corpse, not a single golden core, nor a nascent soul was left behind!

Directly blowing up their dantian, golden cores, and nascent souls! The method was terrifying beyond compare!

More than three hundred disciples of the Thunder and Fire Hall were largely wiped out within a single move, and a bloody rain fell from the sky, a scene of boundless misery.

"Old witch! Instead of guarding Mount Beimang, you dare run amok and cause trouble in my Demonic Wilderness! How could I possibly spare you!" An orange-red demonic Qi stirred up from the flat ground of the Demonic Wilderness mountain range, instantly condensing into shape beside Granny Ruanping, wrapping around her and whisking her away into the boundless heavens, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Everyone could only hear Granny Ruanping's sharp roar echoing by their ears: "Demonic Ancestor! You are actually still alive! Ah..."

It was unknown whether the two of them emerged victorious or defeated; after that single miserable cry, no further sound came from beyond the heavens.

"Demonic Ancestor! This is the true number-one ancestor of the Myriad Demonic Heavens... Is he a stray demon or what? Why didn't these people make their moves earlier?" Lin Feng wondered inwardly, unaware that heaven and earth had their rules; any peerless expert showing themselves casually could invite a calamity of death. True to the saying that there was always a mountain higher than another, these people would never show their faces unless driven to absolute desperation.

Granny Ruanping had vanished as soon as she appeared, and the members of the Myriad Demonic Heavens regained their confidence, once again preparing to form arrays to strike down their opponents. The ocean waters and glaciers had already swallowed one-fifth of the Demonic Wilderness mountain range; any further hesitation would result in countless caverns below being buried. Among them, the treasures and cauldrons that could not be carried away numbered in the millions, not to mention over ten thousand junior disciples incapable of traversing the sky on swords, who were bound to perish in the towering waves.

Few demonic experts remained in the sky—only a few cavern lords and two hall masters. Yet, such a lineup was more than enough to crush the Vairocana array deployed by the five eminent monks, without a shred of suspense.

"What should I do? If I go alone, I am only walking to my death. I can't help the Sect Master on that end, nor do I have the power to rescue my master. Am I really nothing more than a cripple?"

"Vairocana Buddha! If I could visualize such an avatar, I could also spare a sliver of strength for them. Unfortunately, alas!"

Just as he was burning with anxiety like an ant on a hot pan, suddenly, within his sea of spiritual consciousness, a golden light rippled outward. The Great Authority and Virtue Universal Dharma Vajra, the Broad-Eyed Subduing Demons Vajra, and the Ten-Wheel Dharma Seal Vajra appeared one after another. Following them, the Sun Radiance Huayan Bodhisattva and the Moon Radiance Kalan Bodhisattva flashed past. Finally, ten thousand rays of golden light shot out simultaneously, and Buddhist chants arose unbidden. The Guanshijie Daming Buddha sat smiling deep within his soul, revealing his true Buddhist incarnation.

"In the great thousand worlds, there is no self and no Buddha. Observe the world, Great Bright Light!"

Following this incantation, the Guanshijie Daming Buddha finally manifested. This Buddha possessed a different expression from the Vairocana Buddha—kind-browed and pleasant-eyed, with a smile at the corners of its mouth. Its golden body radiated Buddhist light as it sat atop a golden lotus throne. Upon its forehead grew a third eye, which was the Buddha eye observing the past, present, and future; yet at present, only the vertical eye in the center was open, observing the current world.

As soon as this golden Buddha statue appeared, Lin Feng immediately executed his escape arts to approach the eminent monks. Sharp-eyed and quick-handed members of the Demonic Sect unleashed dozens of saber auras and thunder-fire, crashing against the Great Buddha with thunderous noise, yet it refused to shatter.

Imperceptibly, he began to shoulder a portion of the Demonic Sect's attacks. The five white-robed monks cast grateful glances toward him, and Zui Mo, the Flower Crow King, also glanced at him, her gaze containing a mixture of sighs and astonishment.

"Boom! Boom!" The surging waters submerged several major caverns, and ice chunks smashed against the cliffs, shattering into countless pieces. Screams rose and fell in succession; the might of nature was beginning to manifest, and simultaneously, the pressure on the seven individuals in the sky grew increasingly heavy.

*Buzz, buzz!* The Guanshijie Daming Buddha persisted for less than ten breaths before shattering across the firmament, nearly a hundred bolts of lightning and saber auras greeting it head-on. Lin Feng felt his spiritual consciousness suffer a heavy blow; his body went limp, and he tumbled downward toward the roaring flood below.

"I'm finished!"

Watching dozens of bolts of lightning pursue him in a killing intent, he possessed not an ounce of defensive strength.

"Haha, I finally found you, kid! I arrived just in time, didn't I?" A whirlwind swept past, and Shang Rong steadily caught him, waving his hand to instantly neutralize the incoming lightning and fire.

"Go help them quickly! Hurry!" At this critical juncture, Lin Feng returned from hell to heaven, but had no time for pleasantries, only praying that Shang Rong, this super expert, would step in to save them.

"Help? Do you still remember what I said? I will help you this once, but there will not be a second time. Are you certain you want me to strike?" Shang Rong waved his palm, and Lin Feng felt his physical strength fully restored, his energy infinitely replenished.

"Yes! Not only must you help those few, but over there are also the masters of my sect and the righteous path, you must also help them repel the Desolate Underworld Emperor. Furthermore, my master is trapped in the Abyss of Subduing Cold. Count all of these as you doing it for me, how about that?"

Lin Feng blurted out a slew of requests in one breath. A flash of amusement flickered in Shang Rong's eyes, and he simply and directly nodded, saying, "Very well!"

"Little master, hurry over here! Come watch Big Brother Shang Rong's performance!" Manqing's voice drifted over, and Lin Feng only then noticed that standing in the distant void were Manqing and her three sisters, along with Wuzhu, the Poison King, Dusongsong, and others. Everyone in the immortal mansion had mobilized.

At this moment, the Poison King was being held by 伊枬 (Yinan) like a puddle of mud, with only his eyeballs capable of twitching a few times.

"Big Brother!" Wuzhu and Dusongsong shouted in unison toward Lin Feng.

Just as Lin Feng was about to reply, numerous screams suddenly traveled from the sky. Glancing over, he saw that nearly a thousand demonic elites were transforming into minced meat one after another. Flesh and bones peeled away piece by piece, as if subjected to thousands of cuts by sharp blades—a gruesome sight beyond description, as chunks of corpses and flesh fell like rain!

"Who are you!" An angry inquiry came from the distant horizon, belonging precisely to the elusive Demonic Ancestor! The guardian of the Demonic Wilderness mountain range!

"The one who takes your life!" Shang Rong sneered coldly, turning his head to say to Lin Feng, "Consider this one a buy-one-get-one-free!"