The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 902 - 418: The Finale (Part 3)
He took a step forward, and his figure appeared outside the North Heavenly Gate.
His gaze, ignoring the distance of space and time, instantly locked onto everything happening at the Taixu Dao Sect. He saw the overshadowing "Three Thousand Red Dust Array," saw the cold and ruthless "Supreme Cold God Light," saw the blood-drenched and retreating disciples of the Taixu Dao Sect, and he saw... the Wuxiang Daoist standing before the army, with three familiarity yet foreign terrifying auras belonging to the ancient giants from the Ancient Heavenly Realm emanating from him.
In an instant, everything became clear. His heart held no anger, only a cold clarity. "Shakyamuni..." True Martial murmured softly, his voice carrying a complex and inscrutable meaning, "You injured me not to hinder me, but for this moment." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
"Why?" Even with True Martial's Dao Heart, having endured countless ages and seen numerous changes, a deep confusion arose.
He held no deep grudge against Shakyamuni, so why would the latter set such a vicious trap? His Divine Thought frantically deduced, causality lines across the Taixu Universe's past and future intertwined into a massive network in his eyes, yet Shakyamuni's motives remained shrouded in mist, enveloped by a higher, more unfathomable force.
"Enough." True Martial withdrew his thoughts. If it couldn't be understood, then there's no point dwelling on it. Since the situation had reached this point, thinking further would be futile. Though he was injured, his Daoist Body damaged, he was still True Martial! The awe-inspiring and demon-vanquishing Emperor shaking the Three Realms! In his eyes, the long-lost and blazing flames of battle reignited. An unparalleled domineering aura erupted from him, sweeping across the world!
The entire Taixu Illusion Realm at the North Heavenly Gate trembled violently under this aura, with illusionary rivers surging into massive waves!
...
Inside the Taixu Dao Sect, it had already transformed into a blood-soaked mortal hell.
True Master Lingxu wielded a horsetail whisk forged from "Taixu Crystal," each swing sending ripples of spatial transformation that ensnared several Elders from the Supreme Dao Sect into it, shredding them with Void Power.
Yet she fought one against many, deep wounds visible to the bone adorned her body, her pale Daoist Robe stained with blood, like plum blossoms blossoming on snow.
"Form the Taixu Formless Array!" she shouted sharply, her voice laced with determination. The remaining Taixu Dao Sect disciples heard her words, a trace of tragic resolve flashing in their eyes. Without hesitation, they used their bodies as guides and their Primordial Spirits as array cores, forming a massive Formless Array composed of countless illusionary Runes in an instant.
As the array emerged, all disciples' figures became illusionary, seemingly merging with the world around them. Any Divine Power Treasures attacking the array would be drawn into endless void, dissipating without a trace.
"Tricks of the trade!"
Wuxiang Daoist sneered, the Order Power of Xuandu Heaven within his Divine Soul erupted.
"Command! Here, illusion is reality, and reality is illusion!" At his words, the entire Taixu Formless Array shook violently. Those initially illusionary Runes meant to guide attacks solidified in an instant!
And the disciples' bodies, meant to support the Array, suddenly turned illusionary and transparent.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The array broke instantly, all disciples forming the array simultaneously spitting blood as their Primordial Spirits were gravely injured, collapsing in a weakened state.
"Lingxu, face your death!" Wuxiang Daoist's eyes brimmed with killing intent, transforming into a streak of light aiming directly for True Master Lingxu's head. At this life-and-death moment, an indescribable terrifying pressure, like the dawn of the universe, descended with a boom!
The entire battlefield froze. Everyone's movements, all flowing energies, seemed to hit a pause button.
A figure with loose hair and bare feet, dressed in a worn Daoist Robe, silently appeared in front of True Master Lingxu. He didn't look at Wuxiang Daoist, merely stretched out a finger, lightly touching the "Supreme Cold God Light" containing the power of three giants.
No earth-shattering explosion occurred, that God Light capable of obliterating Daluo Dao Fruit met its nemesis and silently extinguished.
"True... Martial..." The sneer on Wuxiang Daoist's face froze, replaced by an expression of disbelief, horror, and fear. "Weren't you... gravely injured?" True Martial slowly turned his head, those deep eyes carried no anger, no killing intent, only a serenity that transcended time.
"Injured, yes." His voice was calm, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly, "But to deal with you is enough." He gently raised his hand and pressed lightly toward the Supreme Dao Sect's army.
This press seemed unremarkable yet as if it mobilized the entire Law of the Taixu Universe. Boom! With his palm as the center, the entire space twisted and collapsed like a lake's surface struck by a giant stone. Those arrogant cultivators of the Supreme Dao Sect faced this irresistible power powerless, like fragile porcelain, crushed into the most primitive, meaningless particles along with their Magical Treasures and Primordial Spirits.
With just one palm, over half of the Supreme Dao Sect's army was annihilated!
Terrified, Wuxiang Daoist's soul flew out in shock, no longer caring about the wills of ancient giants, turning to flee.
However, a giant hand formed of Xuan Water Qi had already blocked all his escape routes. "Wuxiang, you cannot escape."
True Martial's voice remained calm, yet it bore the weight of a death verdict. "No! True Martial! You cannot kill me! I am under the Emperor's command!" Wuxiang Daoist screamed in terror.
