Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer Chapter 428 - 427: Quasi-Saint Takes Action, the Entire Jamb

The Mahayana Scripture Mountain trembles.

Countless Immortal Monks are filled with unease.

The Great Ming King Peacock’s aura is too overwhelming, as if her wrath encompasses the entirety of the Western Heaven.

The restrictions of the Sandalwood rit Buddha’s Dao Field are directly shattered open.

She appears, angrily rebuking the golden sea of clouds.

"Co out!"

Two simple words, yet they exude an unparalleled dominance, striking terror in all who hear.

"Alas..."

The Sandalwood rit Buddha sighs helplessly, the golden sea of clouds slowly congealing into the phantom shadow of a Great Buddha.

The rit Golden Wheel behind him shines, far more dazzling than the Great Ming King Peacock.

However, in the face of the insolence of this King, who possesses only the Fruit Position of a Bodhisattva, he can only silently join his palms together:

"The death of the Great Roc was not my sche."

"It truly is that Daoist’s thods are bizarre, beyond imagination."

The Great Ming King Peacock’s gaze is cold: "I don’t believe the outside rumors. Let the Six-Eared Macaque co out; I want to see what happened that day myself!"

Her tone is icy, imbued with an undeniable authority.

After a mont of hesitation, the Sandalwood rit Buddha nods, lifting his palm; under the protection of the Buddha Light, a cocoon falls near the Great Ming King Peacock.

Without further ado, the Great Ming King Peacock waves her hand, a divine light spilling onto the cocoon.

The cocoon wails mournfully, seeming to suffer imnse pain.

The Great Ming King Peacock pays it no mind, sending down another divine light.

Instantly, the cocoon quiets down.

At the sa ti, the scenes from the Six-Eared Macaque’s perspective on that day appear clearly in the void.

The Great Ming King Peacock stares for a long ti.

Ultimately, there is extre silence mixed with unconcealed doubt and skepticism.

She looks at the Sandalwood rit Buddha, who calmly states:

"You’re not mistaken; that should be the Celestial Dao Tribulation."

The Great Ming King Peacock’s expression is solemn: "Why does an Ancestral Immortal possess such ans?"

The Sandalwood rit Buddha shakes his head: "No one knows."

"That Daoist is too strange; he must have unfathomable secrets within him."

"Is it the Three Pristine Ones?" the Great Ming King Peacock asks, her expression doubtful.

Apart from the power of a Saint, she can think of no other way to emulate a thod akin to the Celestial Dao Tribulation!

"It shouldn’t be..."

She mutters to herself: "The Tathagata said, the Three Pristine Ones cannot manifest in this world, not even an avatar of theirs."

"That Daoist cannot have a significant connection with the Three Pristine Ones."

"But if it wasn’t the handiwork of the Three Pristine Ones, how could he wield such ans?"

The Great Ming King Peacock is full of confusion and puzzlent.

The Sandalwood rit Buddha nonetheless remarks calmly: "Saints are not limited to just the Three Pristine Ones."

Hearing this, the Great Ming King Peacock’s eyes narrow slightly, pondering before asking:

"When will the Tathagata erge?"

The Sandalwood rit Buddha replies: "Three hundred and thirty thousand years after the Journey to the West, now it is less than a hundred years until the World Honored One will reappear."

"Another hundred years?"

The Great Ming King Peacock’s eyes darken slightly, evidently finding this ti too long.

The Sandalwood rit Buddha says: "A hundred years in retreat is but the blink of an eye; if you seek revenge, there is no need to rush, for if the Celestial Dao Tribulation befalls you, even if you do not die, you will inevitably fall in realm."

"So have patience and wait for the World Honored One."

"That Daoist, you cannot kill."

He seems to be persuading her.

But the Great Ming King Peacock instead grows displeased.

"How do you know without trying?"

The Sandalwood rit Buddha frowns, continuing to persuade.

Yet the Great Ming King Peacock interrupts.

"Enough, put away your thoughts, spare your pretenses."

"I will act; even if my true form does not go, it is enough to suppress and kill him."

The Great Ming King’s aura surges skyward, her cold voice causing the entire Mahayana Scripture Mountain to tremble. She ceases to speak further, snorts coldly, and vanishes from the scene.

The Buddha Country returns once more to its peaceful harmony.

But with the ergence of a Quasi-Saint known as the Buddha Mother, it is destined to spark much discussion among the various Buddhas for a long ti.

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Luojia Mountain.

It has been ten days since that great battle.

Sun Wukong is still in the South Sea.

The situation is unclear.

Though Lin Heng is anxious, he follows Red Boy’s advice and does not forcibly enter the South Sea.

These days, he patiently waits, during which his understanding of the newly comprehended Chaos Law deepens considerably.

His use of Yin Yang Power becos increasingly adept and natural.

Yet each ti he uses this Yin Yang Power, Lin Heng feels a poignant sorrow.

From the words of Red Boy and the Black Bear.

He has confird that, in the great Buddha Dao battle, Master Zhang, revered as the Demon Subduing Immortal Venerable, truly perished.

This causes him great distress.

Lin Heng cannot forget the scene at Jinshan Temple when Master Zhang manifested the heavens as Lin Heng’s life hung by a thread.

If not for Master Zhang’s manifestation, urgently summoning three seniors of Wudang to rescue him.

Lin Heng would have long since t his end.

And Master Zhang’s transnational impartation of the Yin Yang Tai Chi Profound Clarity Skill to Lin Heng beca his trump card for a considerable period.

Even in the Yin Yang Bottle.

The ability to comprehend a Quasi-Saint level Chaos Law was thanks, in no small part, to Master Zhang’s Immortal Technique.

Every ti he thinks of these.

Lin Heng wishes nothing more than to kill the Great Roc once again, finding even skinning and dismantling its bones inadequate to vent his anger.

"When Sun Wukong cos out, let’s leave together for the Dao Immortal Court; I won’t let you down."

Lin Heng expresses his intention to Red Boy and the Black Bear, with a tone of sincerity.

"Well, I don’t care. Since the Bodhisattva is gone, there’s no way I can stay in the Buddha Country."

The Black Bear says, actually having already planned to board Lin Heng’s ship after that battle.

"I will go."

To the Black Bear’s surprise, Red Boy also nods in agreent.

"However, I’m only going to visit my father; whether I stay or leave, I still need to consider."

Red Boy adds.

"Alright."

"When the ti cos, staying or leaving will be up to your heart."

Lin Heng says with a smile.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words are spoken.

Suddenly, an expanse of divine light descends from the sky.

Hmm?

The divine light bears an incomparably terrifying pressure, arriving so unexpectedly that Lin Heng and the others all furrow their brows in unison.

Simultaneously.

Throughout the entire Jambudvipa Continent, all living beings lift their heads in unison.

The heavens scatter divine light, encompassing the entire Jambudvipa Continent.

"What’s happening?"

"What are these?"

"Could it be, a heavenly opportunity?"

Countless beings are filled with wonder.

"I’ll go see. Perhaps it really is the Celestial Dao Creation!"

Immortals on the continent’s borders tentatively approach the divine light, filled with tension and excitent.

As soon as they touch it.

They are swept away by the mysterious divine light.

Beings at the Celestial Immortal Realm vanish instantly, without even a chance to scream.

"Hiss..."

In an instant, countless immortals draw a cold breath.

"No, it’s not fortune; it’s a great killing intent!!"

"Do not approach those lights!"

Countless people exclaim in shock, no longer daring to go near the boundary’s divine light.

However, the scene that follows leaves all immortals stunned.

The boundaries of Jambudvipa Continent, under the cover of that mysterious divine light, begin to dissolve, collapse, and shrink!