Chapter 434 Bone Mound Region

White radiance flowed over the Moon Wheel, and its blade left a clear trail in the air.

A distance of several thousand li was covered in the blink of an eye.

Swish! Swish!

There was no earth-shattering sound, but the might of the Saint Weapon was undoubtedly displayed, as if a true crescent moon had descended, intending to slice Yan Chu in half.

"Om! Mani Padme Hum..."

A chill washed over Yan Chu's entire body.

The moment Zhao Yuanren opened his mouth to spit out the Moon Wheel, Yan Chu had already begun forming complex mudras with his hands—the Vajra Pestle Seal.

Tathagata Palm, Descent of the Heavenly Buddha!

Swish!

It was as if magnificent Buddha light had descended from the distant Pure Land, condensing into a colossal golden Buddha around Yan Chu. The golden Buddha smiled while holding a flower, looking down upon all living beings.

Clack!

The Moon Wheel struck the golden Buddha, sending countless rays of golden light bursting forth. The intent of the Buddha permeated the air, but the blade was stuck at the giant Buddha's chest, unable to advance even an inch closer to Yan Chu's actual body.

"Buddhist Cultivation Technique!"

Zhao Yuanren's eyes flared with divine light, and his killing intent rolled on incessantly like a cold tide:

"Even if you are a member of the Buddhist sect, you must die!"

As he spoke, he pinched a seal with his hands, and the Moon Wheel spun crazily in the golden Buddha's chest and abdomen. Amidst the bursting golden light, it carved a large gash in the chest, flew out, circled around Yan Chu, and slashed down again at high speed.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, I will lend you a hand!"

Saint Guo Xun of the Tianxing Sect, who had arrived from behind, pointed from afar. Starlight gathered on his finger; the beam of light could easily explode mountains and shatter stars.

Star-Shattering Finger!

At this moment, they could no longer care about their reputations regarding bullying the weak or outnumbering an opponent. They absolutely could not let Yan Chu escape to the Corpse Clan territory, otherwise, there would be endless trouble.

The two Saints held nothing back, and the scene was incredibly shocking.

Many people in the distance who had hidden due to the Saints' killing intent now couldn't help but poke their heads out to watch, completely stunned.

They were already far from Wuyun Ridge, and they knew nothing about Yan Chu's identity.

"Who is that?! To actually provoke two Saints into hunting him down!"

"Too terrifying! Even from this far away, I feel like my whole body is being pricked by needles!"

"Is this the might of a Saint?"

The cultivators in the distance felt heavy pressure even from afar, let alone Yan Chu, who was facing the killing moves head-on.

The Moon Wheel spun in the sky, shedding moonlit blades; this strike was something even the Heavenly Buddha could not block.

Yan Chu's expression was incredibly calm at this moment.

This was the greatest crisis he had faced since stepping onto the path of Cultivation; the strength of a Saint was all-encompassing, with almost no weaknesses.

His hands moved in a blur, forming an even more profound and complex mudra.

Accomplish All Light Seal!

Tathagata Palm, Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage!

Rumble!

As his mudra was completed, the figure of the Heavenly Buddha dissipated, but the Buddha light around him became even more dazzling, illuminating the surrounding ten thousand li, and countless Buddha shadows appeared behind him.

Ten Thousand Buddhas converged, and everything else lost its luster.

Yan Chu pushed out with both palms, and immediately, the entire Void Realm surged forward with this palm strike. The Buddha stood high above, without a shred of compassion.

"Oh no!"

The moment the Buddha shadows appeared, the expressions of Zhao Yuanren and the others changed drastically. A terrifying power capable of shattering nebulae and destroying gods and demons descended.

The Star-Shattering Finger crumbled into specks of light in an instant.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yuanren retreated rapidly using the Saint Weapon Moon Wheel, unleashing moon-white light to protect himself.

Saint Guo Xun's starlight shone as he retreated several hundred li as if shifting stars and changing constellations; the spot where he had originally stood became a small hill.

Because of his severe injuries, Dong Ting was already the furthest away and retreated the fastest, fleeing thousands of li away early on, only watching this battle from afar with his Divine Sense.

Boom!

Once Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage was unleashed, the sky and earth were filled with rich Buddha light. The golden Buddha light spread downward from the high sky like a tide, falling upon the earth and flowing toward the distant mountains and rivers, dyeing the entire world a brilliant gold.

Everything dimmed under this palm strike.

Pfft!

Zhao Yuanren suffered the first injury since he ascended to the rank of Saint, and it was his most severe one yet.

The Saint Weapon Moon Wheel absorbed most of the damage, but the residual palm power still surged mightily into his body. His entire mana was almost wiped out by this palm, and he was driven hundreds of zhang deep into the ground, causing the earth to crack with countless thick fissures.

"Ah!"

A roar came from underground. With a boom, Zhao Yuanren rushed out from the ground, his hair crown having fallen off, his messy hair flying, his clothes tattered, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, looking incredibly disheveled.

This roar was one of both pain and anger.

In the distance, Saint Guo Xun had already retreated thousands of li and was standing with Dong Ting, both of them watching this scene in stunned silence.

Yan Chu had once again exceeded their expectations.

Besides that devilish sword technique, he actually possessed such an upright and bright Buddha palm, which even Zhao Yuanren hadn't been able to block.

It was also because he was overconfident and didn't dodge immediately.

He suffered the same loss as Dong Ting had not long ago.

"Little beast!"

Zhao Yuanren roared, blue light surging around his body as he suppressed his injuries and pursued again toward the distance at top speed.

After unleashing the final palm strike, Yan Chu had immediately vanished from his original spot.

A distance of several thousand li was covered in the blink of an eye.

A tall, continuous mountain range lay between the Fusheng Domain and the Corpse Clan's Bone Mound Domain, isolating the flowing gray mist above the Bone Mound Domain.

On this side of the mountain was a lush, vibrant sea of forest.

On the other side was a desolate, silent wasteland covered in white bones.

Yan Chu streaked across the high sky and plunged into the Bone Mound Domain.

With a thud, he crashed into the ground of the Bone Mound Domain, instantly smashing a large pit. A yellow light flashed around his body, merging him with the earth as he escaped deep underground.

The power of the earth veins wrapped around his entire body, allowing him to be as comfortable as a fish in water even underground, his aura identical to that of the earth.

This was the subtlety of the Earth Great Immovable within the Supreme Daluo Heaven.

With a boom, Zhao Yuanren also broke through the mountain range in an instant and plunged into the Bone Mound Domain.

"Little beast! Where are you running to?!"

Spiritual light surged around Zhao Yuanren, and the gray mist in the Bone Mound Domain could not get close to him.

He raised his hand and offered up the Saint Weapon Moon Wheel. The Moon Wheel transformed into a size of several tens of zhang and slashed toward the large pit where Yan Chu had disappeared.

The ground, like tofu, was easily sliced open by the sharp edge of the Moon Wheel, creating huge fissures of hundreds and thousands of zhang, leaving the ground ahead devastated.

The scattered, eerie white bones and grayish-black plants below were all shaken into powder under the power of the Saint Weapon.

It cut down for hundreds of zhang, but the Moon Wheel could no longer advance.

Underground was not like the air; the earth of the Yuanqing Holy Realm became harder the deeper one went, and even with the strength of a Saint, it could not be easily destroyed.

This was limited by the rules of the Great World.

No matter how strong an individual's Cultivation was, it could not surpass the rules of the world.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Yuanren roared in a rage, maneuvering the Moon Wheel to rise and horizontally slice a thousand-zhang pit into the ground, then the Moon Wheel began to grind the ground inch by inch, refusing to give up until he dragged Yan Chu out.

Although Yan Chu was hiding very well, he had a tracking mark planted on him, and Zhao Yuanren could clearly sense that he was hiding more than two thousand zhang underground, motionless.

It seemed to be silently mocking him.