The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 705 - 312: Breaking the Formation

Xiong Chan: "It seems this formation must be broken, and the initiative must be in our hands."

Xu Qing slowly nodded, "The key lies not in the formation, but in the people."

Xiong Chan’s heart stirred, "Gongming, whatever your plan is, just say it and we will follow."

Xu Qing: "Then I’ll speak plainly..."

He then issued orders, arranging the deployment.

Everyone knew the gravity of the situation, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Xu Qing spoke clearly, stating that if they could eliminate the Snowfield Living Buddha, Grandmaster Murong, and their greatest enemy, the Black Mountain Old Demon, the Immortal Dynasty would have no further great troubles.

At that time, everyone could enjoy the benefits of the Immortal Dynasty.

In other words, all the Martial Saints present owned original shares of the Immortal Dynasty, and with the dynasty’s benefits, becoming Heavenly Immortals could be expected!

Moreover, with the development of the Heavenly Work Institute, one day they would be able to create an Immortal Boat to traverse the stars; at that time, even without the abilities of a creator, they could reach the Ying Huo Star, head to the legendary "Immortal Realm," seek out the departed great powers of previous eras, and continue their cultivation journey.

Xu Qing’s vision was vast and highly actionable.

Additionally, if the Black Mountain Old Demon stubbornly refused to leave, with the Heavenly Person Five Decays erupting, everyone would suffer along with it.

Thus, removing this greatest hidden danger of the mortal world was most beneficial.

After the discussions were complete, everyone began to take action.

Xu Qing took out the Dusk Drum and began to beat it.

Xu Qing’s five fingers gripped the drum’s edge, his knuckles turning pale-white from the force. As the drumstick fell, the muddy waves on the river suddenly froze; even the howling wind seemed choked by an invisible hand at its throat.

The first drumbeat exploded like Heavenly Thunder, shattering all the Talisman Paper floating within the Nine Curves Yellow River Formation, and the cinnabar fragments ignited into crimson sparks within the golden light.

Deep within the formation, within the Buddha Country of the Snowfield Living Buddha, the souls, awakened by the Dusk Drum, suddenly gave birth to resentment, rushing out of the Buddha Country to gnaw on the Golden Thread Sanskrit inscribed on the Kasaya of the Snowfield Living Buddha.

The black Lotus Platform beneath the Snowfield Living Buddha’s knees exploded with three Third Rank petals, and he deftly took off the human bone prayer beads from his neck and tossed them into the sky. The string of prayer beads transformed into a bronze Morning Bell mid-air, its surface densely inscribed with the "Ksitigarbha Sutra," glowed with a bloody light.

As the Morning Bell roared, multiple Tan City Array Bases within the Nine Curves Yellow River simultaneously trembled, manifesting the virtual image of ten thousand monks chanting. The soundwaves from the clash between the Buddha’s voice and the drum cut through the riverside willow forests like a midriff cut.

At this moment, Xu Qing’s second drumbeat fell, sounding like the Buddha’s sigh before the end.

Next, the Weiyang Sword appeared, and the light of its blade was no longer plain white cold light, but a brilliant Milky Way enveloped in stardust. The Milky Way, transformed from the Weiyang Sword, slashed toward the Morning Bell deep within the formation. Under the protection of Xu Qing’s Taichu Demon Qi, even the blossoms of the End of Fortune Immortal Flower within the formation could not intercept it.

The sword light instantly shattered the virtual image of the Buddha Country.

Golden blood seeped from every orifice of the Snowfield Living Buddha, and the Dharma Form of the Eight-Armed Ming King was actually sliced off one arm by the Weiyang Sword.

Grandmaster Murong, beside him, was about to take action.

Two shadows surged out from Xu Qing’s sleeves, revealing two Protecting Demon Kings, assaulting Grandmaster Murong.

Seeing this, Grandmaster Murong immediately turned to escape.

But just as Xu Qing’s third beat of the Dusk Drum was about to fall, the entire Yellow River suddenly surged with hundred-zhang-high waves.

Countless wreckages of sunken ships formed a sky-covering barrier within the waves, and the masts, draped in water-weeded skeletons. When the wall of waves collapsed with a deafening roar, the aura of the Snowfield Living Buddha had completely vanished, leaving only half a golden cicada shell afloat in the whirlpool at the river’s heart.

Seeing the situation turn dire, the Snowfield Living Buddha headed north.

His entire body’s Buddha light suddenly retracted inward, and his once radiant figure transformed into a glaring black escape light, rocketing northward.

Where the escape light passed, the air compressed violently, emitting a piercing whistle, like the tearing of fabric, even causing ripples across the space.

However, just as he reached mid-way, the void suddenly burst with dazzling golden light, as if the Sun had exploded. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

A Great Monk materialized with a thunderous presence, akin to an imposing mountain — it was Xiong Chan.

Xiong Chan’s expression was one of solemn dignity, hands clasped in prayer, golden Buddha light surging around him like fierce golden flames, emitting an intense heat.

With his movement, a gigantic Buddha figure, over a hundred zhang tall, slowly took shape behind him. This Buddha figure bore a compassionate face, eyes gently closed, yet it exuded an endless majesty, its halo dispelling the surrounding darkness, covering everything in a holy golden sheen.

Xiong Chan’s lips curled into a gentle smile, his voice booming like a giant bell: "Where does the Living Buddha think he’s going."

That voice, akin to rolling thunder, reverberated across the heavens and the earth, making one’s eardrums ache.

The Snowfield Living Buddha snorted coldly, filled with disdain.

In an instant, the space behind him twisted violently, as if being wantonly kneaded by an invisible giant hand.

An Angry Vajra abruptly burst forth from the distorted space, manifesting out of thin air.

This Angry Vajra stood tens of zhang tall, its muscles bulging like small hills, every muscle seemingly brimming with immense power. In its hand was a steel fork, entirely forged from Yinghuo Xuantie, emitting an icy, piercing cold light, with dark red blood flowing from its prongs, spreading a pungent bloody aroma in the air.

The Angry Vajra’s eyes were round and blazing with furious flames, like two burning fires, it unleashed an earth-shattering roar, a roar that seemed capable of shattering the heavens.

Following that, it swung the steel fork with overwhelming force, tearing through the void, aiming fiercely at Xiong Chan’s colossal Buddha figure. Where the steel fork swept past, the void was torn open with a pitch-black scar, as if a sharp blade had cut through fabric, unable to heal for a long time.