Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 1242 - 440: Taotie, Savoring Buddha Nature

Recollecting the scenes he had just witnessed with his own eyes.

Jing Qiu found the shock in his heart indescribable.

He couldn't even see clearly what had happened and could only guess that the second person to strike, cutting through with a flash of a blade, must have been Master He.

He gazed at the vast starry sky and suddenly felt that the Great Universe, once thought to be very safe, wasn't so safe after all, harboring deadly hidden dangers and threats!

A Transcender had descended, yet actually was jointly ambushed and forcibly expelled from this starry sky. Spread the word, and who knows how many realms it will shake...

Once Jing Qiu recovered from his taste, he once more witnessed several Heavenly Monarchs, including Fu Dao, being instantly executed.

The one forcibly expelled from the Netherworld didn't even concern themselves with Fu Dao.

Yet before Senior Qinglian, these Heavenly Monarchs had nowhere to hide. Even having escaped to the depths of space, they were still captured by Senior Qinglian in an instant and thrown into the Sealed Land.

Jing Qiu couldn't help but quietly complain in his heart.

As expected, the old sly fox had said earlier that unless the other party voluntarily entered the Sealed Land, he would not intervene.

Moreover, in theory, the Heavenly Venerables and True Saints are of the same realm but not of the same rank; the difference is as great as the clouds and mud.

A Heavenly Monarch who could contend with a Heavenly Venerable stands completely powerless before a True Saint, not even in the same league. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Jing Qiu looked at the vast shattered and collapsing starry sky ahead, his heart heavy, gaining a whole new understanding of Transcenders.

"Senior Qinglian, is there a problem with the River of Destiny in the Netherworld?" Jing Qiu asked for confirmation.

Qinglian pondered:

"You should temper yourself first, and then consider the issues of the Heavenly Venerables and the River of Destiny after you step into the realm of Heavenly Monarchs. Before then, even if the River of Destiny indeed has problems, it can't find trouble with you."

"When you later ascend to Heavenly Venerable, I suggest you leave the Netherworld and broaden your horizons in the Outer Realm."

Jing Qiu nodded, having already had such a notion.

Qinglian glanced at Jing Qiu but said nothing, merely sighing softly in his heart.

With internal and external troubles in the Netherworld, even he was somewhat pessimistic about its future prospects. Jing Qiu's departure to hone himself beyond the Netherworld might not be a poor choice and could perhaps help him avoid calamity.

Once this kid steps into True Saint, possessing the qualifications to influence the battlefield, it won't be too late to return.

Also, concerning the Nether Sea on his side, in his prediction, Jing Qiu's departure might stir some movement there as well...

"I've temporarily sealed those youngsters. If you want to deal with them, you'll have to do it yourself; consider it honing for you," Qinglian instructed.

"Once you have the time, go find Ji Anquan. There are matters on his end that require your attention, and I can't make it," Qinglian said.

Jing Qiu acknowledged, then turned to receive and settle Qi Tian and Kong Xiao.

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At the edge of the Netherworld.

This region was desolate and deathly silent, with no light source. A faint brilliance emanated from a long, narrow crack, as if someone outside the realm wielded a blade, attempting to intrude.

But with the response of All Saints in the Netherworld, the invasion abruptly halted, turning into a standoff.

The true form of the Saint King descended, his eyes open and shut, unfathomable like the starry sky, exuding an indescribable aura, just standing with hands behind his back at the frontline, gazing calmly at the Outer Realm.

The saints beyond the realm appeared solemn, even among them with Supreme Rank, they were still awed by the power of this Saint King.

Though long heard of, it's only when faced directly that the stronger one is, the more one can discern the real nature of this existence.

This leading figure of the Five Pillars in the Netherworld was no longer a simple True Saint!

An appalling figure suddenly appeared, vast and boundless, forcibly expelled from the Great Universe, falling into the barrier between the Netherworld and the Sea of Realms.

Just moments ago bickering with the Outer Realm saints, the Netherworld saints, led by the Saint King, struck without hesitation, as though already prepared for this moment.

A great hand spanned an indefinite time-space, covering the entire starry sky, pressing down like a universe, with boundless Heavenly Divine Light erupting from the palm, sweeping all things into obliteration.

The vast cleansing force surging within seemed to purify everything that did not belong here!

In that instant, the saints outside the realm were stunned, yet to comprehend, they saw that figure emerging, amidst the collaboration of the Saint King and all saints, instantly having half the body blown apart!

The figure shifted from clear to vague, with most of its Dao Rhyme obliterated, the sound of bones cracking as if breaking into countless segments.

In just a blink, this one's Taoist Body was torn asunder, scattering into endless stellar debris, with blood infused with transcendental aura splattering, evolving the Dao of life and death, all of which was fully absorbed by a True Saint of the Netherworld.

The Saint King did not cease his hand, the Heavenly Divine Light transforming into the six-rule Divine Light, imprisoning Heaven and Earth, locking the opponent's Primordial Spirit like a cage, preventing escape.

In less than a blink, the saints outside the realm finally came to their senses, observing the battlefield.

On that blurred figure were sporadic strands of supreme fluctuation, puzzling the Outer Realm True Saints as this was...

A Transcender's clone?

The True Saint elder from the Great Thousand View's expression changed dramatically, recognizing this as their sect's leader.

He flew into a rage, bellowing out: "Stop!"

Disregarding the cost, he intervened, attempting to assist his sect leader.

The surrounding saints hesitated momentarily; some also moved to protect the Great Thousand View's sect leader from the bindings.

A True Saint on the flanks lent support, obstructing the Saint King's moves, only to be swept aside by a Heavenly Divine Light traversing ancient and future time, with a fearsome sound of heavens collapsing emanating from within.

The scene was heart-stopping; an Ancient Saint couldn't even last a round in this one's hand!

Under the collective effort of the Outer Realm saints, that vast Primordial Spirit, bound by the chains of six Heavenly Divine Lights, finally retreated from the jurisdiction of the Netherworld, returning to the Sea of Realms' domain, where the originally precarious aura of peril was instantly replenished, connecting to the distant body of the Great Thousand View.