401: Chapter 400 Kill Yu Ding 401: Chapter 400 Kill Yu Ding “Ah!”
Master Yu Ding suddenly opened his eyes, his body shaking like chaff.
His originally ruddy complexion twisted into a purple-blue hue at this mont, and the veins beneath his skin writhed like maggots, presenting an extrely horrific sight.
The Reverse Immortal Array Map was reducing his cultivation, the Luotian Golden Light was suppressing him, and the crux of the issue was that Master Yu Ding was in deep ditation, not tolerating any external disturbances.
This catastrophe had already led him into a state of going berserk due to demonic possession.
“Disciple!”
Master Yu Ding bellowed with fury, his eyes showing a blood-red hue as he looked at Kong Li, filled with rage.
He could never have imagined that his own disciple, whom he painstakingly nurtured for ten years, would strike against him during his seclusion.
Kong Li sneered coldly, looking down at Master Yu Ding with hands behind his back, no longer showing any sign of subservience.
A smirk of disdain erged from the corners of his mouth.
“To say you are foolish is truly not wrong in the slightest.
How could you be so fortunate to take a Five-Colored Peacock as a disciple in this world where mbers of their species are so rare?” Kong Li’s cold sneer brimd with composure.
“You…
who are you?”
If Master Yu Ding could not see that there was sothing wrong with Kong Li at this point, it would an he was incredibly foolish.
This realization caused him to roar angrily as he glared fiercely at Kong Li.
“Take a good look at who I am!”
Kong Li, no, it should be Ye Xuan—with a surge of Immortal Light swirling around him, Ye Xuan’s visage manifested, his face eerily looking towards Master Yu Ding.
“Ye…
Ye Xuan?”
Master Yu Ding exclaid in shock, his pupils freezing in disbelief as his aura beca extrely chaotic.
He could never have anticipated that Ye Xuan, who was supposed to be dead, would appear before him instead.
“No…
impossible…
you…
how could you not be dead?” For a good dozen breaths, Master Yu Ding scread, hardly daring to believe his own eyes.
Unable to believe and afraid to accept, Master Yu Ding vividly rembered their battle years ago, when Ye Xuan summoned a Heavenly Demon into his body, which surely would result in his own devastation, with his fate being undoubtedly death.
Yet now the man stood alive before him.
How had Ye Xuan survived?
Regrettably, for Master Yu Ding’s panic and unease, Ye Xuan did not offer any answer.
He looked calmly and indifferently at Master Yu Ding.
However, the only thing visible in the opening and closing of his eyes was a ruthless and rciless color.
“Dust to dust, earth to earth, let send you on your final journey,” Ye Xuan said, unaffected.
“You…
you want to kill ?”
“No…
you cannot kill …!”
Master Yu Ding’s face turned ashen, and cold sweat erged on his forehead, even his voice trembling because at this mont he could not muster even a hint of immortal power.
“Tribulation Immortal Skill!”
Ye Xuan smiled cruelly, his hands forming eerie Immortal Techniques, creating a convergence of black runes that enveloped Master Yu Ding in an instant, eliciting a miserable scream from his mouth.
“Ah!”
“What…
what kind of Immortal Technique is this?”
Under the terrifying power of the Tribulation Immortal Skill, Master Yu Ding’s features twisted as he shrieked tremblingly, but his flesh was eroding incrent by incrent, and the great terror of death spread within his heart.
“Tribulation Immortal Skill, devouring Dao Fruits, transforming cultivation—this is a Forbidden Secret thod from the Undying Immortal Scripture.
Devouring your cultivation will help reach even greater heights.”
Ye Xuan spoke calmly amidst the tranquility, seated serenely as his body seed to transform into a vortex of darkness, violently sucking in the Daluo Immortal Power of Yu Ding, hastening the latter’s demise.
For ten years he had plotted, aiming for a kill with a single strike, never intending to give Yu Ding any chance for a turnaround.
This was what Ye Xuan sought to accomplish.
After all, a Daluo Golden Immortal was still a Daluo Golden Immortal.
Even though Yu Ding was wounded, Ye Xuan, with the Reverse Immortal Array Map, could indeed slay him, but it was an exceedingly long process.
If their grand battle attracted the attention of others, that was the last thing Ye Xuan wished to see.
The best thod, naturally, was to let Yu Ding lower his guard, and strike him down at an opportune mont.
This was also why Ye Xuan had transford into a Five-Colored Peacock to beco Yu Ding’s disciple.
Although it took him ten years to let Yu Ding’s guard down, it also achieved the effect of a fatal blow, trapping Yu Ding in a state of certain death.
Boom!
Yu Ding’s physical body ultimately shattered, and his Primordial Spirit erged.
But Ye Xuan was prepared, directly pulling the Primordial Spirit towards himself and suppressing it in his hand.
“Ye Xuan, you’ve killed .
Yuanshi Tianzun will not let you off,” Yu Ding knew that he was undoubtedly going to die.
Even begging Ye Xuan for rcy was of no use, leading him to bellow loudly at Ye Xuan as his Primordial Spirit trembled slightly.
Unfortunately, facing Yu Ding’s threats as he approached death, Ye Xuan responded with a cruel smile.
The Tribulation Immortal Skill was applied to Yu Ding’s Primordial Spirit, grinding away his immortal light and wildly absorbing the Daluo Immortal Power that emanated out.
“Ah!”
Piercing screams and agonized wails filled the air; the Tribulation Immortal Skill being an extrely vicious technique, it inflicted pain on Yu Ding akin to a fate worse than death.
anwhile, the entire Golden Light Cave quaked intensely.
With his body shattered and his Primordial Spirit ground away, thick Daluo Immortal Power wafted throughout the Golden Light Cave with the Heaven and Earth Laws spreading among them.
Ye Xuan was completely imrsed in the Daluo Immortal Power, slowly and gradually refining it for his own use.
At the sa ti.
In the Western Lingshan at The Thunderclap Monastery.
Three thousand sutras, Eighteen Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas, with Buddha Light shining up to the heavens, in that central high seat, Duobao Tathagata sat on the Nine-Rank Golden Lotus, with compassionate Buddha Light behind him as if illuminating the Three Realms of heaven, earth, and humanity.
“With Buddha’s compassion, Ye Xuan has already beco a demon; I beseech the Buddha to grant the Golden Bowl to locate him.
Our Lingshan shall slay demons and protect the Dao, granting a peaceful and prosperous age to the Three Realms,” pleaded the South Sea Guanyin with her hands pressed together in benevolence.
“Amitabha!”
Duobao Tathagata joined his palms and chanted the Buddha’s na softly, compassion arising between his brows, imparting a sense of profound sympathy for all beings.
The vast Buddha Light sprouted from his palm, revealing a Golden Bowl.
“This Golden Bowl can peer into Qingming above, and view Jiuyou below, a rare Innate Spiritual Treasure, which I will lend to you temporarily,” declared Duobao Tathagata with a voice deep like a resonating bell.
The South Sea Guanyin solemnly received the Buddha’s Golden Bowl, and just as she was about to depart, Duobao Tathagata spoke again, “Although Ye Xuan has beco a demon, our Western Lingshan’s mission is to ferry across the Three Realms.
I hope you can convert him to goodness.
If he can take refuge in Buddha, it will be a great rit.”
Hearing Duobao Tathagata’s words, the South Sea Guanyin’s expression stalled for a mont, clearly understanding that the Buddha wished for her to convert Ye Xuan to the Lingshan.
With mixed feelings, she could only chant a Buddha’s na and departed on a cloud.
“Buddha, Ye Xuan has betrayed the Heavenly Court.
If our Lingshan were to accept him, would this not be…” Kasyapa Venerable hesitated to speak, seemingly struggling to comprehend the Buddha’s intention.
“Amitabha.”
Duobao Tathagata smiled and gently picked a flower, “With the Three Realms in chaos, and the conflict between teachings raging, Ye Xuan is the main character of this great catastrophe.
If he joins our Lingshan, we can dissolve this disaster into nothingness.”
“I take refuge in Buddha’s compassion!”
The Three Thousand Proclairs chanted the Buddha’s na in a low voice, as the other Bodhisattvas and Buddhas nodded in agreent.
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