Chapter 56: Chaos
Chapter 56: Chaos
“You could never grasp the Buddha’s greatness.”
Lord Wu Fa ceased arguing and prepared to strike, aiming to suppress everyone.
Yet Si Mo and his two companions weren’t weak. After brief recovery, Si Mo replaced the fallen member, reactivating the Formation.
Roar!!
The Barbarian Gods within the Formation banners finally emerged.
The Formation now fully awakened.
Boom!
Three Barbarian Gods attacked together, clawing at Lord Wu Fa’s monstrous fish totem. The colossal Kun-like creature battered the Formation’s luminous barrier. Though restrained by the three gods, it couldn’t be destroyed.
Flame!
Standing atop the Formation banner, Si Mo slammed his palm down. His giant ape totem fused into the banner, followed by the others’. Mysterious runes circled through the banners, spreading to the Barbarian Gods. Instantly, the three deities became flame-wreathed Lords, their bodies ablaze.
Crackle!
Wild fire engulfed Lord Wu Fa’s monstrous fish totem as the inferno spread.
“King’s Avatar!”
Lord Wu Fa descended from the burning totem, gaped skyward, and inhaled deeply.
He swallowed the blazing totem whole.
The fire’s power merged with his Wild Energy. Intense heat erupted from his body. His eyes snapped open, flames exploding outward like a Wave of Energy. Crack! The three Formation banner users were hurled back—one reduced to cinders, the banners splintering into useless fragments.
Through the flames, a colossal Buddha extended its palm, pressing down like a celestial realm.
No intricate tactics—just a single crushing strike.
Sky and sun vanished.
The mansion burned to cinders. Nearby streets quaked as panicked crowds witnessed the apocalyptic Buddha. Screams and prayers filled the air, desperate people kneeling without knowing whom they begged.
“The world remains Great Chu’s domain.”
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A weathered voice cut through the chaos.
Dust settled, revealing a stern Daoist elder nearing sixty, his beard white and expression frosty.
“This nuisance disturbs the people.”
He produced a talisman and flung it skyward.
The talisman floated, burning midair.
As it neared the Buddha’s palm, the paper fully ignited.
Hummm.
A soundless ripple spread, silencing all noise. The sky Buddha shrank with the fading flames, its palm imprint shrinking to hand-size upon hitting the ground—barely cracking a brick.
The elder flicked his sleeve. The sky-blotting Buddha vanished into his robe, subdued.
“Zhang Tianshi?”
Lord Wu Fa’s expression turned grave for the first time.
“Nascent Soul.”
The newcomer was none other than National Master Zhang He, a top powerhouse of the Great Chu court and one of its most enigmatic figures. Unlike the Emperor of Chu, the National Master’s existence remained largely unknown—save for rebel factions like Cold Mountain Temple and Ask Immortal Pavilion who opposed the court.
“Foolishness, to merge with the power of Ancient Deities. Their influence has made you forget your own identity.”
After suppressing Lord Wu Fa’s divine arts, the National Master strode toward him. Though he made no move to attack, the crushing pressure dwarfed all previous assaults.
Such was the aura of a true powerhouse.
“Bonding divine energy to mortal flesh is sheer recklessness.”
National Master Zhang raised his hand and casually swiped at Lord Wu Fa, as casually as greeting an old acquaintance.
“Amitabha.”
Lord Wu Fa pressed his palms together. Knowing resistance was futile, he nonetheless gathered every shred of Wild Power within him, surpassing his prior limits. His totem fused into his body, unleashing a storm of violent energy—yet all proved meaningless before the National Master.
“Return to your monkhood. Reflect in Sky Prison.”
A hand clamped onto his shoulder, brutally crushing the erupting energy back into his body.
Cough!
The reversed force ravaged Lord Wu Fa’s organs. Blood sprayed from his lips as his aura crumbled.
“Take him.”
The National Master withdrew. His subordinates swarmed forward to restrain Lord Wu Fa, though the monk’s face remained serene, showing no trace of defeat. As they dragged him away, he cast a final glance at Zhang Tu, regret flashing in his eyes for failing to “enlighten” the man.
“Hm?”
The National Master froze mid-step.
“You’re… alone here?!”
Lord Wu Fa smiled faintly. Instead of answering, he bowed toward the capital, palms pressed devoutly together.
“Compassionate Buddha.”
“The capital?!”
The National Master’s fingers twitched in rapid calculation. His face paled. Without another word, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon.
“Madmen!”
Si Mo blanched as realization struck.
While they’d schemed to capture Cold Mountain Temple’s Lord Wu Fa, their enemies had plotted deeper. Ask Immortal Pavilion and Cold Mountain Temple had united to strike the capital itself.
Two streets from the battle’s epicenter,
In a deserted alley made eerier by distant chaos,
Zuo Meng stood motionless in a courtyard. His flickering gaze tracked the clashes around him as his consciousness melded with the void, sensing the world’s subtle shifts.
Soon.
The harvest neared.
Every conflict amplified the law fluctuations.
The third cataclysm of natural order approached.
Capital City.
Flames devoured the millennium-old metropolis. Screams and bloodshed reigned. Collapsing walls trembled under clashing Wild Power and totems. Rebels from Ask Immortal Pavilion and Cold Mountain Temple battled imperial guards on every street.
At the Forbidden City’s highest spire,
A blood-robed monk and black-garbed scholar overlooked the carnage.
“Great Chu clings too tightly to tradition.”
The monk’s voice held no emotion. This was Wuxiang Lord, one of Cold Mountain Temple’s Four Great Lords.
“Then we shall… encourage change.”
The scholar flicked open his fan, contempt dripping from his smirk. This Deputy Master of Ask Immortal Pavilion had partnered with Wuxiang Lord to plunge the capital into chaos.