316: ultimate

It was Chen Tianming who spoke up to remind them.

"Channel your spiritual energy! Control your Qi, defend!"

Everyone immediately focused, releasing all the remaining spiritual energy within their bodies.

However, as those nine crystals gathered together, they actually produced a certain resonance.

Clang!!

The terrifying roar was deafening.

Nine massive waves of light, like a shattered mushroom cloud, rolled and overlapped, filled with immense pressure.

All the Great Immortals formed a formation.

Having witnessed the power of the crystals, everyone knew that this defense was a matter of life and death.

They dared not be careless, unleashing ten to twenty times their usual terrifying strength.

Boom!

Everyone felt their Golden Bodies shake violently!

The powerful might, possessed only by ancient gods, swept over them.

For a moment, their primordial spirits were unstable, and their spiritual power dissipated.

But no one was injured, nor did anyone destroy their Golden Body due to a lack of spiritual power.

Even Baimei let out a sigh.

"Thank goodness! Thank goodness!"

But he did not see Chen Tianming, who was leaning against the crystals at that moment, a cold sneer on his lips.

Suddenly, the Chess Saint widened his eyes, pushed through the crowd, and arrived at the center of the nine crystals.

His arms were wide open, and he was gesticulating wildly.

"I understand! I understand!"

The Chess Saint charged directly at the crystals.

Slap!

His hands and chest were pressed tightly against the crystals.

From within the ancient crystals, that imperceptible and incomprehensible power instantly surged into his body, exchanging his spiritual power, and he became a useless person without any spiritual energy.

Yet the Chess Saint was not sad at all; instead, he shouted loudly.

"Come! Everyone come, touch it, and ascend to the God Realm!"

He had gone mad!

Everyone retreated one after another.

They had seen with their own eyes a Great Immortal touch the stone and instantly petrify into a statue.

Although they didn't know why the Chess Saint didn't die, no one dared to try.

At this moment, Baimei was anxious; he couldn't understand how his "Great Dao realization machine" had gone mad.

And the mastermind behind it all, Chen Tianming, was watching from afar.

He was the only one who knew the truth.

The Chess Saint was not crazy at all.

It was Chen Tianming who had planted his mental energy deep within his body long ago!

Be it the murals or the illusions.

Seemingly inconspicuous things were all part of Chen Tianming's layout!

It looked simple, but it was actually extremely difficult, and with Great Immortals and Great Luo Golden Immortals watching closely, Chen Tianming could only control it subtly.

He manipulated the final crystal eruption just now, unleashing everything.

The mental energy inside the Chess Saint was like a seed, and now it had finally erupted.

He deeply believed that the nine crystals could lead to ascension to the God Realm, and he was even willing to commit crazy acts for it.

Seeing him acting so crazy, everyone didn't know what to do for a moment.

Finally, Baimei took action, stepping forward to grab his crazy son, his eyes gradually becoming bloodshot.

"Calm down! Guard your Dao heart!"

But the technique the Chess Saint was afflicted with had been painstakingly planted by Chen Tianming deep within his primordial spirit, reaching straight into his spiritual roots; how could a few words wake him up?

Slap!

Baimei slapped his son across the face.

In his rage, his palm naturally contained the Dao techniques he had accumulated over endless years.

The slap landed, leaving the Chess Saint's handsome face red and swollen, his eyes timid.

Although the technique wasn't eradicated, he did calm down.

At this moment, Baimei was full of rage.

Those who cultivate immortality are supposed to eradicate the seven emotions and six desires; his favoritism toward the Chess Saint was merely treating him as an experiment for ascension.

But this son was now useless.

The ascension experiment had completely failed, and the Chess Saint no longer had any value to be used.

For a useless person who only knew how to go crazy, Baimei no longer needed to show any mercy, so the slap was not unjust.

"All of you, follow me and leave quickly. This place is fraught with crises; if those crystals erupt again, I fear it will be difficult for us to resist!"

It was rare for Baimei to tell such a big truth.

Everyone was already afraid, and hearing Baimei relent, they naturally wouldn't drag things out any longer, and immediately turned and ran one by one.

Their formation immediately became loose and disjointed, which was the perfect opportunity to reap heads.

Chen Tianming's plan should have erupted to its peak here.

But some things, human calculations cannot compare to heaven's calculations.

Baimei sighed. It was unknown whether he really cherished his son or felt that the crazy Chess Saint still had a chance to recover, but he actually took the Chess Saint with him.

At this point, although Chen Tianming's plan had some deviations, it was not beyond redemption.

A sharp light burst from his eyes, and he suddenly pushed his mental energy to the limit.

The entire tunnel was shaking incessantly as Chen Tianming's will was activated.

The group of Great Immortals who were originally running away and retreating quickly were all suddenly frozen in place, with ice armor gradually covering their bodies.

Baimei glared with wide eyes, turning back to stare at Chen Tianming.

"It really was you!"

Chen Tianming chuckled coldly.

"It's me. What, Venerable Baimei, are you not convinced?"

Baimei was also a man of lifelong pride, with no fear in his heart.

"Just because you can control a few pieces of trash, you dare to move against me?"

Waving his long robes, thousands of sleeve swords flew out one after another, sweeping across the sky.

Although the swords were small, piercing through the Golden Bodies of the Great Immortals was like silver needles through tofu; one after another, they were easily skewered.

Puchi!

The ice armor shattered, and flesh and blood were pierced through.

The Golden Bodies shattered one after another, and golden light burst out from their bodies.

Tens of thousands of flying swords changed direction, piercing toward the primordial spirits of the Great Immortals, and the out-of-body primordial spirits were annihilated in an instant!

Great Luo Golden Immortals, cleared from the field in an instant!

Baimei sneered.

"Now, it's your turn. Die, you traitor!"

With a loud shout, the sleeve swords returned to their normal state, and as the long swords slashed, each unleashed thousands of variations of sword techniques, attacking Chen Tianming in an overwhelming onslaught.

But Chen Tianming not only did not dodge, but instead wore a confident smile.

Just as Baimei was about to erupt in anger, he heard a "puchi" sound.

His chest was pierced by a jade pillar made of a string of chess pieces.

Baimei couldn't believe it, looking at the only crazy son beside him; the Chess Saint was behind him, having launched a full-force strike against him.

Now Baimei's fury was truly at its peak.

He slapped the Chess Saint away.

"You useless thing, what use do I have for you!"

The Chess Saint fell back into the Nine-Crystal Formation.

Baimei rushed up, uncontrollably angry, wanting to finish him off.

Chen Tianming, on the side, was happy to use the borrowed knife to kill.

However, at this moment, the Chess Saint suddenly went crazy again.

"Nine pieces, it's a formation! Nine stars, nine positions! This is a guiding formation, they have brought the sky back! Divine guidance! Divine guidance!"

The incoherent raving stimulated Baimei, making his angry blood surge and his Dao heart waver.

"You wicked son! Still acting crazy, you, living is just a disgrace, die for me!"

After speaking, he attacked with full force, a fatal blow.

However, Baimei did not expect.

His full-force attack, with ten thousand swords dancing together, that overwhelming assault was instantly destroyed by a beam of starlight!

Behind Chen Tianming was a phantom of a Qilin, its whole body shining with starlight.

The radiance covered a halo, and the full-force strike of Baimei, a Great Luo Golden Immortal, could not even cross that halo by a single step.

And Chen Tianming was even standing with his back to him.

Baimei was somewhat stunned.

He hadn't been stunned for a long time, let alone felt fear.

He had even forgotten what it felt like to be terrified.

At this moment, his heart was still condescending, only questioning.

"You... who exactly are you!"

Chen Tianming snapped his fingers, and the tunnel suddenly cracked open; Samadhi True Fire instantly surged out, sealing off all of Baimei's paths.

And he, not looking at Baimei at all, only stared coldly at the Chess Saint.