322: Jade Guanyin

Rumbling.

With a deafening boom, thick smoke billowed out, and the towering pagoda was so tall that one could not see its top at a glance.

The Great Immortal who had made the move laughed heartily.

"Hahaha! The stronger the strength and the higher the realm of those trapped in my pagoda, the greater its power!"

The few people around, including the cold-faced Pen Immortal, also gave dry or cold laughs, expressing their contempt for Chen Tianming.

"Heh! What Fu Xi Yuan Zun says is absolutely correct! Once one enters the Suppressing Pagoda, there is no hope of ever getting out in this lifetime!"

"For this villain, merely imprisoning him is the greatest leniency!"

Perhaps feeling that the people around him were supporting him, this Great Immortal wanted to be modest, so he added.

"My old friends, please don't flatter me. My pagoda cannot suppress everything; after all, there are still…"

The last word was still hanging in the air.

At this moment, suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound.

The terrifying roar stifled Fu Xi Yuan Zun's words right back into his throat.

"Hiss!"

Fu Xi Yuan Zun gasped sharply.

Immediately after, a trace of blood slowly began to seep from the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly widened his eyes, which were filled with bloodshot veins, and at that moment, a brilliant light shot up into the sky.

The pagoda in the sea of clouds was suddenly pierced through by the brilliant light, and amidst the radiating glow, the pagoda shattered in response to the sound.

The gap in the middle was wide and immense, awe-inspiring to behold.

What was truly terrifying was this.

That Fu Xi Yuan Zun was now also emitting a brilliant light from his abdomen; wherever the light passed, the Great Immortal's golden body was completely shredded from the inside out.

His body, just like the pagoda, was ripped into two halves!

Rumble!

The massive pagoda collapsed, and all sorts of jewels and treasures scattered everywhere.

Chen Tianming stood expressionless, calmly, in the center of the pagoda's ruins.

Subsequently, several figures flew out from the pagoda and quickly scattered to the side.

The figures were filled with confusion, anger, and excitement.

"Heeheehee! Imprisoned in the Demon Suppressing Pagoda for seven hundred years, I never thought there would be a day I could come out!"

"Where is this, and what year is it now?"

"Is your brain fried? We were locked in the pagoda by that demon lord, our cultivation refined and absorbed; by now, I fear it has been at least a thousand years!"

Chen Tianming looked closely and saw five shadows of various colors, each with a human shape, but none had facial features or skin.

Their bodies were just black shadows, swirling like a gale that would not dissipate.

The black shadows discovered they were free and all went wild.

Before Chen Tianming could ask about their identities, one of these black shadows shouted loudly.

"Hahaha! He's dead! Fu Xi Yuan Zun, he's dead! We have regained our freedom, regained our freedom!"

Then came a cold voice.

"Disperse!"

Swoosh!

The black shadows immediately fled in all directions.

Seeing this, Chen Tianming did not stop them.

These black shadows were likely the people who had been captured and thrown into the pagoda; after years of being refined, they had become some unknown type of existence.

If they really committed evil, he could deal with them after he finished off the Pen Immortal and the others; there would still be time.

Chen Tianming strode forward.

Meanwhile, the Pen Immortal and the others had not yet recovered from their shock.

A lowly Great Immortal nearby spoke up.

"It's over! This pagoda should have been used after this villain was suppressed, to ensure he would never recover, but why was it used right from the start, only to be shattered by force!"

The Pen Immortal was no longer calm at this moment.

"It wasn't just shattered; he… tore through the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth within the pagoda, and along with Fu Xi, split everything apart!"

Only then did everyone feel a chill down their spines, feeling immense terror.

They retreated several steps in succession.

That Yu Qing Zhenren could not help but speak up.

"Otherwise, shall we discuss this at length?"

Someone seconded.

"Yes, let us quickly depart, gather our armies, and trample this place. What do you think?"

Before the words were even finished, they saw the Pen Immortal turn and run without saying a word.

The people behind were stunned.

"This bitch! She runs fast!"

"Disperse! Quickly disperse!"

The few turned to run.

But Chen Tianming was like a ghost.

No matter where they were or how far away, Chen Tianming was always following right behind them.

This speed was truly appalling.

The few looked at each other.

"Split up and flee!"

They had thought that as long as they acted separately, at least some of them could escape, but Chen Tianming was truly like a ghost, following behind every single person.

This was not a technique Chen Tianming had comprehended, but the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth he had devoured from the Chess Saint.

No Distance!

For the targets he locked onto, no matter where they went, for Chen Tianming, there was no distance restriction.

Such a heaven-defying rule had actually been tossed into the list like trash by the Chess Saint, neither updated nor ever used.

But it was understandable.

As a Formation Master, the Chess Saint's techniques had almost no offensive capability; he was only able to become a Saint because of the system's support behind him.

He did not have Chen Tianming's strength, so naturally, he dared not chase after people; wouldn't that just be courting death?

And Chen Tianming, at this moment, through No Distance, had directly locked onto everyone present, including the Pen Immortal.

The Pen Immortal was driven to desperation.

She suddenly waved her hand and threw out the paintbrush in her hand. In an instant, the aura swallowed mountains and rivers, and the entire world became her canvas.

Ink splashed, spiritual power connected with heaven and earth, shocking everything, and a divine soldier composed entirely of ink and brushwork descended from the sky.

With a rumble, its feet stepped on the ground, causing mountains and rivers to collapse.

The divine soldier was clad in ink armor, glaring angrily at Chen Tianming, and suddenly a third eye opened on its forehead.

From the third eye, paved with thick ink, endless black heavenly thunder suddenly shot out.

Crack!

The heavenly thunder, formed in seconds by ink and brush, slashed across.

Chen Tianming just slightly shook his shoulder and easily dodged it.

The paintbrush waved repeatedly, and soon it drew a massive weapon for the divine soldier that reached from heaven to earth.

It was a three-pointed, double-edged spear, with ink ribbons fluttering.

The wide blade, with the power to split heaven and earth, sliced through the clouds and slashed down from the sky.

Chen Tianming did not dodge.

This attack had an immense range and could not be dodged.

But he did not stop, nor did he flee.

Even if this divine soldier's pressure was great and its figure was massive, it was, at most, just a puppet piled up from ink and spiritual power.

Chen Tianming sneered and suddenly leaped out.

Boom!

The layers of ink were instantly smashed open by Chen Tianming.

Black ink splashed across the world.

Chen Tianming's No Distance was not affected in the slightest.

But the Pen Immortal's spiritual power was broken, which was a bit pathetic.

Blood seeped from the corner of the Pen Immortal's mouth, and she could only call out coquettishly in succession.

"Brothers, help me!"

She deliberately loosened her clothing, and underneath her originally elegant ink-patterned gauze, the stunning beauty's alluring figure was faintly revealed, incredibly wanton.

At this, the few Great Immortals, who were old lechers to begin with, hesitated.

Yu Ling Zhenren thought for a moment, then stepped directly into the sky, waving the whisk in his hand, and golden light burst from his palm.

An emerald white jade statue slowly grew larger.

When it flew out, it was actually a statue of Guanyin.

But this Guanyin, looking at it, was completely unlike the solemn celestial deity in Chen Tianming's memories.

Instead, it exuded an evil aura.

The jade statue was huge, and its body began to become as vivid as a living person under the wrapping of spiritual energy.

As its sleeves billowed in the wind, it floated up, and the jade statue's alluring body was faintly visible.

Chen Tianming suddenly realized.

So that was it; this Guanyin was evil precisely for this reason.