Chapter 210: The Giant Cocoon
The two sides were at a standoff above the nine heavens.
For a moment, neither could do anything to the other.
After the Golden Arhat finished its attack, Ji Hongli and Chen Chang'an began another round of assault.
Unfortunately, the Golden Arhat stood in the void, its entire body resplendent with golden light, like an immortal Buddha. The Merit Golden Light flowed endlessly, invulnerable to all methods. No matter how fiercely Chen Chang'an's thunder-fire sword light and Ji Hongli's Ame no Murakumo Sword struck, they could not leave a single trace on its golden body.
"Hahaha! Mere mortal cultivators, you actually delude yourselves into thinking you can break my Merit Golden Body?"
The Golden Arhat immediately became arrogant again, laughing maniacally. Its voice was like a great bell, causing the sea of clouds to churn.
Chen Chang'an frowned tightly. The long sword in his hand flickered with lightning, but for a moment, he could not break through.
He glanced sideways at Ji Hongli and said in a deep voice, "If this golden light is not broken, we cannot injure him."
Ji Hongli's gaze was cold, her red lips slightly pursed, as if she was thinking.
Suddenly, she raised her hand, gently biting her fingertip. A drop of bright red essence blood seeped out, suspended on her fingertip.
"Since it is invulnerable to all methods..."
she whispered in a voice only she could hear, "then let's test... whether it can withstand the corrosion of the Great Dao!"
Before the words faded, she flicked her finger, and that drop of essence blood suddenly landed on the Ame no Murakumo Sword!
"Weng—"
The sword body trembled. The originally pitch-black blade suddenly glowed with a layer of strange, purplish-black light. On the sword's edge, a small vortex faintly appeared, as if it could devour even light.
—Devouring the Great Dao!
This was a sliver of the power of the Laws she had comprehended during her years of closed-door cultivation. Although she had not yet achieved minor mastery, it already possessed considerable power because it was extremely compatible with her original serpent body.
The Golden Arhat seemed to have sensed something. Its laughter abruptly stopped, a flash of gold in its eyes, actually revealing a trace of shock and doubt: "You..."
Ji Hongli did not give him a chance to think. Her figure flashed, and her sword's edge stabbed straight at the golden body!
"Sizzle—"
The moment the Ame no Murakumo Sword pierced the golden body, the purplish-black vortex on its edge suddenly expanded, madly devouring the Merit Golden Light like a ravenous beast! The originally brilliant golden body actually dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"What kind of Law is this?!"
The Golden Arhat let out a heaven-shaking angry roar, counterattacking frantically. Its palms transformed into a sky full of golden palm shadows, each strike sufficient to shatter a mountain!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Chen Chang'an held his sword horizontally before him. The sword light of his Heaven-Defying Sword was like an ancient heavenly chasm, blocking all of the storm-like assaults. His figure was as steady as a mountain, but his sword stance grew heavier and heavier. Each parry made the sword light more solid—he was accumulating power!
Finally—
"Crack!"
The black light on the Ame no Murakumo Sword suddenly retracted. The last trace of golden light was completely devoured! The Golden Arhat's Merit Golden Body completely collapsed, reverting to a ghastly white skeleton!
And in that very instant, Ji Hongli's face turned deathly pale. Her figure swayed, and she fell straight from the high altitude!
"Miss Ji!"
Chen Chang'an's figure flashed, instantly appearing by her side, pulling her into his embrace.
Her body was shockingly light. Her black dress was soaked with cold sweat, and her fingertips were still trembling slightly.
"You only have three breaths of time..."
she said weakly, her voice almost inaudible.
Chen Chang'an glanced down at her, a flash of determination in his eyes.
"It's enough."
He suddenly looked up, and the long sword in his hand erupted with a piercing golden light!
"Heaven-Defying Sword Formation—Reverse!"
"Boom—!!!"
In an instant, all the attacks previously absorbed by the Heaven-Defying Sword now erupted like a bursting dam! Countless golden sword lights transformed into a monstrous torrent. Each beam contained the full-power strike of the Golden Arhat from before!
The Skeletal Buddha Dharma Form had no time to react before it was completely engulfed by this world-destroying torrent of sword light!
"No—!!"
Amidst the mournful roar, the white bones shattered inch by inch, and finally, with a "BANG," it exploded into fragments that filled the sky!
Above the nine heavens, the sword light gradually dissipated.
Chapter 210: The Giant Cocoon (1 / 2)
Afterward, the sky full of bone powder drifted down, like a pale snow.
The two landed gracefully. Ji Hongli struggled slightly, her voice soft but unquestionable: "Let go."
Chen Chang'an immediately let go, his movements swift.
He took half a step back, feigning casualness as he looked up at the sky—the bone powder fell like snow, and under the reflection of the blood moon, it actually held a touch of desolate beauty.
"This 'snow' is quite rare," he suddenly said with a straight face, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Ji Hongli: "..."
She, with a cold face, was about to speak when suddenly her pupils shrank.
—In the void, the disappeared black lotus appeared again!
The lotus petals were black as ink. As it slowly rotated, the scattered bone powder in the sky suddenly froze. Then, as if pulled by an invisible hand, it madly converged towards the black lotus!
The bone powder wrapped layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a three-zhang-high black giant cocoon, its surface covered with dark gold patterns like blood vessels.
"Thump—"
A clear heartbeat came from within the cocoon, shaking the ground slightly.
Chen Chang'an's smile froze on his face. His long sword had silently unsheathed by three inches: "This thing... it can't be not dead yet, right."
The patterns on the black cocoon's surface suddenly lit up, as if responding to his words.
When the second heartbeat sounded, the spiritual energy within a hundred-mile radius began to pour frantically into the cocoon—
Something, it seemed, was being nurtured within.
Chen Chang'an pointed his sword at the black cocoon. The lightning around him surged. Nine Purple Celestial Thunders descended from the firmament, converging on the sword's edge.
"Nine Heavens Thunder Move—Shatter Calamity!"
The thunder sword light, like a roaring dragon, fiercely chopped down upon the black giant cocoon!
"Boom—!!!"
The violent lightning exploded. The ground was shaken by the aftershock, forming spiderweb-like cracks. Yet the black cocoon did not move at all. The dark gold patterns on its surface flowed, actually absorbing all of the lightning's power.
"How could this be....."
Chen Chang'an frowned tightly.
Just then, a maniacal laugh suddenly sounded: "Ah hahaha! You're dead!"
The void twisted, and an illusory figure appeared—it was actually Monk Miao Wu, who should have had his soul scattered! But at this moment, he only had a wisp of a remnant soul. His figure was transparent like mist, yet his face was contorted with wild ecstasy.
Chen Chang'an's gaze suddenly turned cold: "You're still not dead?"
Miao Wu's remnant soul floated in mid-air, laughing so hard his whole body trembled: "This poor monk is about to ascend to the Western Paradise's Ultimate Bliss, to enjoy boundless joy! Before departing, I came specially to see the look of your despair!"
He pointed a finger at the black cocoon, "The Buddha Son was harmed by you. The World-Honored One will soon force his rebirth from the lotus and has already locked onto your auras—"
"One hour from now, you, and this Immortal Spirit City, everything..."
"will all, under the fury of an Immortal Venerable, be ground to dust!"
Killing intent surged in Chen Chang'an's eyes as he fiercely swung his sword!
"Swish—"
The sword light pierced through Miao Wu's remnant soul, but it was like cutting through fog, not injuring it in the slightest.
Miao Wu's laughter became even more piercing: "It's useless! Enjoy this final hour!"
Before the words faded, the remnant soul had already dissipated like smoke, leaving only a malicious echo lingering in the wind.
Heaven and earth were silent, with only the heartbeat coming from the black cocoon—
"Thump...thump....."
as clear and audible as a funeral bell.
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