Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 439 - 438: Something’s Off About the Quasi-Saint Battle—Who Walked into the Trap?
It is said that during a war with the Witch Race,
this Qilin fell, bloodied and defeated.
Since then, it has never appeared in the world again.
Now it seems, rumors remain just rumors.
"So, you’ve come for me?"
The Great Ming King Peacock’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Dragons, Phoenixes, and Qilins, the three tribes once vied for supremacy.
As a descendant of the Ancient Phoenix, like the Ancient Qilin Emperor, there was a grudge between them.
"Indeed, I have come for you." The Ancient Qilin Emperor nodded.
It did not deny it and stated directly:
"Back then, I was severely injured, and to truly heal, only Quasi-Saint Level Phoenix Blood will do."
"So today, you must die!"
The Ancient Qilin Emperor’s tone was stern, with auspicious clouds rolling beneath its feet, surrounded by ancient phenomena.
Spiritual Simurghs circled around it, highlighting its unparalleled nobility.
The Great Ming King Peacock was unfazed, scoffing coldly:
"Then you should have brought the real Donghuang Bell."
"This Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell is mighty, but not enough."
Beside them, Golden Cicada’s lips twitched; he wished the Great Ming King Peacock would keep quiet.
In the Western Heaven,
she dared to defy the Buddhas, relying on her karmic connection with the World Honored One.
Now surrounded by three Quasi-Saints, she still dared to boast?
Golden Cicada was puzzled.
Where exactly did she get such courage?
But then again, the fact that the Ancient Qilin Emperor didn’t bring the Donghuang Bell allowed Golden Cicada a slight sigh of relief.
As the Great Ming King Peacock pointed out,
this Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell is indeed terrifying!
But when compared to the legendary Saint’s Treasure Donghuang Bell, he was undoubtedly more willing to face this Demon Bell!
"No need for more words."
"Once your blood stains this ancient bell, I shall walk upon your corpse, restoring our tribe’s glory!"
The Ancient Qilin Emperor deftly shook the demon bell above its head.
The deep bell sounds echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
Rolling sound waves turned tangible, forming ripple after ripple, sweeping toward the Great Ming King Peacock.
"Hmph!"
"Though your injuries persist forever, even with this Demon Bell and other Quasi-Saints, I still fear nothing!"
"Come, all of you!"
The Great Ming King Peacock roared, its feathers shaking, the Five-Colored Divine Light cascading like a waterfall, obliterating all external forces.
Nearby, Demon Venerable Chong Lou raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on his lips.
"I’ve long heard of the arrogance of the Western Peacock, daring to swallow even Tathagata; seeing it today proves it true."
"However, since you are so self-assured, we shall see if you truly fear not the combined might of Quasi-Saints!"
The Demon Venerable made his move, the void tearing open directly.
Out of the surging Demonic Qi emerged a massive demonic hand pressing down.
It blotted out the sky and sun, like a black Five Finger Mountain.
This scene was naturally observed by Lin Heng, who was hidden and had altered his form from afar.
"It’s him?!"
Lin Heng’s eyes darkened.
He recognized that it was the Quasi-Saint demonic hand that had captured the Cyan and White Snake three years ago!
The demonic hand’s pressure felt as if the heavens were falling, making the living beings of the Ten Desolations unable to raise their heads.
Yet the Great Ming King Peacock’s Five-Colored Divine Light was indeed wondrous, its light sweeping away as if cleansing all things!
She faced two adversaries yet showed no fear.
The battle raged to the depths of the starry sky!
Golden Cicada did not step forward to help, as Sun Wukong’s aura had already locked onto him firmly.
"Now it’s our turn."
Sun Wukong said, with magma surging all over him, flames falling, turning a section of the cloud sea into thick smoke.
"This is not a rational decision."
Golden Cicada said, his gaze sweeping across the heavens and earth around him.
"Our battle will let others take advantage."
He knew well that other Quasi-Saints were lying in wait, ready to reap the benefits of a struggle between snipe and clam.
However, Sun Wukong remained unconcerned, calmly saying:
"Therefore, you must give it your all."
"Otherwise, whoever loses will be overwhelmed, and they will be the one devoured later."
He certainly knew there were Quasi-Saints waiting to claim the prize.
But he also understood.
Only the losers get pounced on by hungry wolves.
Golden Cicada’s face turned cold: "Very well, today I’ll let you, this monkey, see your master’s true skills!"
With those words,
accompanied by a soul-piercing hum,
Golden Cicada transformed into his true form, a massive golden cicada that spanned the heavens and earth.
Its wings fluttered, tearing apart the void.
From within, it drew out elemental forces, attacking Sun Wukong.
"Come!"
Sun Wukong’s fighting spirit boiled, his entire body a mix of black and red, resembling hellish flames.
The two erupted into a fierce battle.
One an Innate Holy Spirit,
the other an Ancient Fierce Insect.
Their terrifying aura made all beings bow, incapable of resisting, a fear born of instinct!
They were engaged in a battle involving five Quasi-Saints.
Their force could only be described as destruction incarnate.
Fortunately, they fought above the Twenty-Seventh Heaven, and though the shockwaves were terrifying, they did not reach the various continents below.
Otherwise,
the entire Southern Immortal Realm might have been plunged.
...
Little Western Heaven.
Yellow Eyebrow excitedly burst through the clouds below.
This place was actually a Forbidden Realm.
The Future Buddha always remained here, unwilling to emerge.
Because only here could he prevent eavesdropping and prying.
"Buddha, great joy, great joy!"
Upon barging in, Yellow Eyebrow eagerly relayed the situation in the Southern Immortal Realm.
"Sun Wukong is already entangled with Golden Cicada."
"The Great Ming King Peacock is fighting alone, battling both the Ancient Qilin Emperor and the Demon Race’s Demon Venerable."
"Perhaps, the Great Ming King truly faces a potential downfall!"
He was so excited, he could hardly refrain from clapping for joy.
Yet the Great Buddha’s silhouette within the clouds seemed lost in thought, silent for a long time.
This puzzled Yellow Eyebrow: "Buddha, what’s troubling you?"
The Future Buddha queried: "Why has the Ancient Qilin Emperor come too?"
Yellow Eyebrow replied: "Naturally to consume the Great Ming King Peacock, she possesses Quasi-Saint Level Phoenix Blood, an invaluable treasure!"
The Future Buddha said nothing, though within the cloud sea, Yellow Eyebrow could almost see his furrowed brow.
"Buddha, could there be something amiss?"
The Future Buddha finally spoke in a solemn tone: "Something indeed feels quite wrong!"
Yellow Eyebrow was taken aback, frowning: "Disciple does not understand, I beseech the Buddha to enlighten me!"
The Future Buddha said gravely: "On Golden Cicada’s side is the Six-Eared Macaque."
"So the Great Ming King Peacock would surely know that the Ancient Qilin Emperor is still alive."
"And the dragon, phoenix, and qilin tribes clashing, they all covet each other’s bloodline!"
"Knowing that the Ancient Qilin Emperor is alive, why would the Great Ming King Peacock still choose to emerge and even dare to create such a grand scene as to refine the entire Jambudvipa Continent?"
"Could it truly be just to avenge that Golden-winged Roc?"
The Future Buddha’s question left Yellow Eyebrow stunned. He frowned deeply, puzzled:
"Buddha, do you mean?"
The Future Buddha’s eyes were deep, his tone solemn: "The Great Ming King Peacock has Quasi-Saint Level Phoenix Blood, and the Ancient Qilin Emperor, is it not Quasi-Saint Level Qilin Blood?"
These words came forth.
Yellow Eyebrow finally realized something, exclaiming:
"Does the Buddha mean..."
"The Great Ming King Peacock is using herself as bait?"
