Chapter 2325: Chapter 175: Audience (Part 4)
“Why hasn’t Wang Ba co over yet? Could he really have been stopped by the Cloud Sky Sect?”
“Junior Brother…”
The emaciated old man’s face was ashen, his aura nearly extinguished. He fell back into the arms of the disciples, staring blankly at the figure in ochre robes falling like a wilting leaf under the assault of the Three Arhats. A touch of helplessness and deep sorrow welled up in his heart:
“In the end, we’ve been abandoned by the Cloud Sky Sect…”
Watching as the youth in ochre robes plumted from the sky, the Three Arhats were ready to pursue once more.
At that mont.
Boom!
The Bodhisattva Dharma Form, massive as a mountain, which had been attacking the formation’s node shield, without any sign, crashed heavily from the sky!
It struck the shield, pressing it downwards!
Through the transparent shield, everyone below could even see the enormous face of the Bodhisattva Dharma Form pressing against it. Its golden body had cracked, Demonic Qi flowing, with a hint of bewildernt, yet its eyes had already dimd…
“Dead, dead?!”
The Three Sects’ Cultivators were all stunned.
The emaciated old man’s withered face suddenly flushed with a tint of color, he widened his eyes with all his might!
“Could it be…?”
Hui Yunzi was first startled, then his eyes quickly brightened!
He hurriedly looked toward the ochre-robed figure falling from mid-air.
Only to see a yellow giant hand silently erge from the void below, gently supporting the ochre-robed figure.
The three Arhats pursuing from above saw this yellow giant hand and the Bodhisattva that had crashed down beside it, and their scalps went numb in an instant!
“It’s him!”
“Why has this calamity co here?!”
Without a second thought, they scattered and fled at once!
But before they could fly far, another yellow giant hand, like a hanging cloud, erged from the mid-air above and grasped downward!
A gust of wind rose.
The three Arhats were plucked up like sugar beans by this yellow giant hand, quickly vanishing into the void.
Along with them, the corpse of the Bodhisattva who had died violently above the Great Array, and all the other monks disappeared.
For a mont, aside from the cracks on the Sky Do continuously caving in, the sun hung high, seemingly peaceful.
Only a figure in a green robe stood in mid-air, gently collecting his sleeve, then supporting the ochre-robed figure from afar, descended.
“Is he… True Man Taiyi?!”
The emaciated old man struggled to sit up, looking up at the rapidly approaching green-robed figure, albeit having heard the utmost praise from his Junior Brother and the sect master, Hui Yunzi, and countless astonishing rumors about this successor from many generations later, he couldn’t help but show a look of shock at truly witnessing it!
He and his Junior Brother had already exerted all their strength to deal with these Arhats, but now a Bodhisattva had fallen so effortlessly before his eyes…
The extre contrast made him feel as if he were dreaming, filled with an acute sense of unreality.
Until the figure floated downwards, gently sending the ochre-robed figure into the shield, and declared loudly:
“Wang Ba of the Wanxiang Sect in the Little Cang World, pays respect to the Chongyuan Patriarch.”
Within the shield, nurous cultivators, unaware of the context, were in an uproar.
“Wang Ba…”
The emaciated old man was jolted awake from his absent-mindedness, forced himself to stand up, sizing up Wang Ba, who appeared less nacing and more serene and transcendent than the legends said.
He then showed a look of gratification, and exclaid loudly:
“Good! Good!”
“My Junior Brother and Hui Yunzi have not misjudged you… How fares the Wanxiang Sect in the Little Cang World now?”
Saying this, the more he looked, the more his heart felt comforted.
His face flushed with excitent and joy filled his heart.
Unlike his master and Junior Brother, who prioritized themselves, he valued the disciples more. Now, seeing such a brilliant talent as True Man Taiyi erging from the Little Cang World, his heart was filled with indescribable comfort.
Outside the shield, Wang Ba looked at the old man who resembled the sect’s painting by seven or eight points, only more worn and withered. His heart was equally complex.
It was as if a mountain peak seen from the foothills long ago, so distant and unattainable, yet now, he stood upon that peak.
Not much excitent, only a little joy, a faint sense of disorientation, and a final peace.
At the sa ti.
On the Sky Do, the realm mbrane, already cracked, finally could no longer withstand it, collapsing with a rumble, a fragnt falling from outside to inside!
A voice filled with compassion followed:
“Supre True Buddha, all sentient beings suffer, we have co to lead you to the Realm of Extre Bliss!”
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