The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 901 - 418: The Finale (Part 2)

He immediately turned his gaze toward the Ancient Heavenly Realm, silently reciting in his heart, "True Monarch Xiansheng, you didn't listen to my words, returned to Heaven, and even actively involved yourself in the great calamity. I'm afraid this epoch will see you fall again. I wonder if there will be another Black Mountain Patriarch to pull you out of the boundless Sea of Suffering."

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The Supreme Dao Sect, this glassy solitary island floating in Chaos, is currently shrouded in an unprecedented gloom. In the past, it seemed like the loneliest and purest dream in the Taixu Universe, where the sect's mountains and waters are all interwoven with the Law of "virtual" and "real." The temple pavilions appear and disappear between clouds and mist. Walking through them, one step could traverse ten thousand miles of void, yet another step seemed to have never left the original place. This is the foundation of the Supreme Dao Sect—seeing the true self between illusion and reality, transcending the mundane.

However, today, this transcendent pure land is tightly trapped by an enormous Red Dust Barrier filled with the smoke and fire of the human world, loves and hatreds. It is the "Three Thousand Red Dust Array," transformed from the Bodhi Dao Sect's Supreme Treasure, the Seven Treasures Marvelous Tree.

Outside the grand array, is the overwhelming army of the Supreme Dao Sect led by the Formless Daoist. Their aura is completely different from the past, no longer the quiet and non-action Taoist style, but carrying a trace of cold and overbearing pressure from the Ancient Heavenly Realm's giants. Inside the great array, the mountain gate of the Heavenly River Dao Sect has long turned into ruins. The remaining Power of Star River flickers weakly in the void like shattered starlight, telling the tale of the recent tragic destruction.

At this moment, the great power of the Three Thousand Red Dust Array is continuously permeating into the Mountain Protection Array of the Supreme Dao Sect. The once ethereal, indeterminate, mutually generating illusion and reality Mountain Protection Barrier, under the erosion of mundane thoughts, unexpectedly begins to become "real." The originally illusory clouds gradually condense into a viscous miasma with the aura of the seven emotions and six desires; the previously crisp celestial crane cries, now interspersed with the voices of infatuated mortals; even the spiritual flowers and exotic grasses within the sect, condensed by pure Tao Principles, begin to grow uncontrollably, blooming into eerie and gaudy flowers, emitting a sweet and unsettling fragrance.

In the core hall of the Supreme Dao Sect—the "Taixu Palace," the atmosphere is so heavy it seems to be dripping water. The Sect Master, True Master Lingxu, is seated at the treasure throne carved from "Void Crystal Stone." Her demeanor is cool and composed, a plain white Daoist Robe untainted by dust, but those usually serene eyes, like an ancient well without ripples, now reflect the terrifying scene outside the Mountain Protection Array, where black clouds are pressing the city.

Beneath her, dozens of personal disciples sit cross-legged, each forcibly calming their minds, fully operating the "Taixu Formless Heart Method," attempting to resist the pervasive mundane thoughts with their own quiet and non-action Dao Hearts. However, even with determined Dao Hearts, they cannot help but feel irritable at this moment, sweat beading on their foreheads, and even in some cases, Daoist Robes moving automatically without wind, indicating a sign of chaotic Qi.

"Sect Master, the 'Three Thousand Red Dust' of the Bodhi Dao Sect is best at contaminating Dao Hearts. Our Daoist Skill of transforming virtual into real becomes nourishment under the erosion of these mundane thoughts, the Mountain Protection Array… can't hold on much longer." An elderly Daoist with white hair and beard spoke with difficulty. He is the Great Elder of the sect, but at this moment, his voice is filled with deep helplessness.

True Master Lingxu did not respond; her gaze seemed to pierce through the Red Dust Array, looking toward the farther Taixu. She knew this was only the beginning.

The encirclement of the Bodhi Dao Sect was merely paving the way for the real killing move. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Sure enough, at the moment when the Mountain Protection Array's light dimmed to the extreme, a cold, emotionless order echoed through this space-time.

"Attack!" With the command of the Formless Daoist, the dense cultivators of the Supreme Dao Sect behind him acted simultaneously. What they unleashed was not an ordinary Flying Sword Treasure, but a gray Divine Light filled with the Dao Rhyme of "ruthlessness" and "annihilation."

Supreme Cold God Light!

This Divine Light does not directly destroy matter but targets "existence" itself. Wherever the light reaches, the "real" side of the Mountain Protection Barrier, formed through the interplay of illusion and reality of the Supreme Dao Sect, is forcibly stripped away, leaving only the pure "virtual."

Crack! Like fragile glass struck by a heavy hammer, the Mountain Protection Array, without the support of "real," shattered with a crash! For the first time, the secret realm of the Supreme Dao Sect was so nakedly, defenselessly exposed to the enemy's invasion.

"Kill!" The shouts of slaughter shook the heavens and the earth, the cultivators of the Supreme Dao Sect, like tigers descending the mountain, transformed into a destructive torrent, rushing into this quiet Taoist Holy Land.

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Taixu Illusion Realm, North Heavenly Gate.

The monument-like structure, seemingly cast from the backbone of the universe and unchanged for eons, at this moment, actually trembled slightly.

Above the illusory river, the True Martial Emperor, barefoot and disheveled, slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time. There was no earth-shaking Divine Light, no earth-shattering pressure.

At first, his gaze carried a trace of confusion from just awakening, but soon, that confusion turned into endless profundity, seemingly reflecting the vast imagery of the universe's birth and death, epochs' cycle. The palm print left by Shakyamuni in his body, with its Power of Cause and Effect and annihilation Dao Rhyme, like a maggot attached to the bone, still lurk deep in his Daoist Body, leaving his immortal essence forever shrouded in a layer of hard-to-dispel shadow.

Yet, at this moment, a more intense and resolute killing intent penetrated the barrier of the Taixu Illusion Realm, imprinting clearly in his heart and mind.