Call of the Heroes of Chaos in Another World

Chapter 2677 The Seven Treasures Tree, The Ultimate Battle

Chapter 2677 The Seven Treasures Tree, The Ultimate Battle

"Grand Preceptor, if you were to intervene and cooperate with Yuanba, could we capture this person?" During the charge, Wang Yu once again asked Grand Preceptor Zhunti, who was always protecting him.

Even now, Wang Yu still wanted to take advantage of the fact that his two martial arts masters were together and try to kill the number one warrior of Da Shuo on the spot.

If we can kill Tuoba Longxiang here, it will not only reduce the pressure on the north in the future, but also greatly reduce the pressure on this battle.

Zhunti did not answer immediately. He was also riding on a warhorse, his aura faint and ethereal, as if he were one with the world around him.

That invisible aura always lingered around Wang Yu, like an unseen barrier. This was the unique combined power of heaven and earth at the limit of the celestial realm. As long as it was by Wang Yu's side, no assassination attempt could escape its reach.

That's why Zhunti noticed the faint aura the moment it appeared.

If it were someone else present, even someone like Kunpeng or Ling Donglai, they might not be able to detect the hidden aura immediately.

Just as Zhunti was about to speak, the aura that had been spying from the shadows suddenly surged.

Zhunti's expression shifted, and without the slightest hesitation, he vanished from the battlefield in a flash. The next instant, his figure appeared dozens of feet high in the air.

A golden Buddha image appeared out of thin air, solemn and vast, dyeing half the sky a dazzling gold. The Buddha image thrust out a palm, and within its palm seemed to be the rotation of the sun and moon, with countless Sanskrit symbols flowing endlessly.

"boom!"

A deafening roar exploded in mid-air.

The golden light of Buddha collided violently with a dark black ray, and the shockwave swept outwards like a tsunami, causing the flags on the battlefield below to flutter wildly and countless warhorses to neigh in fright.

As the smoke and dust cleared, two standing figures appeared in mid-air.

The newcomer wore a moon-white robe, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind. His face was kind and gentle, with deep wrinkles that seemed to be carved by a knife, yet it exuded an indescribable tranquility.

Her long, silver-white curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her eyes appear even deeper and more profound. They were a deep blue, like a lake in the depths of the desert, clear yet unfathomable.

He had a high, straight nose, a bronze complexion from years of sun exposure, and a neatly trimmed white beard on his chin.

He stood there, exuding no fierce aura whatsoever. Instead, he gave off a gentle and welcoming feeling, as if he were not a foe to fight, but a kind elder who had come from afar.

"It's you." After recognizing the person, Zhunti's voice carried a rare hint of surprise. Golden light swirled around him, but his gaze remained fixed on the white figure before him.

The old man smiled slightly, a smile like a spring breeze blowing across a lake, carrying a sense of composure that comes with the passage of time.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, it's been decades since we last met. I hope you've been well."

Zhunti was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I thought you were no longer alive."

The old man gently shook his head and said, "Life and death are nothing more than a cycle in the universe. When it is time to be here, it will be here; when it is time to go, it will go."

Below, the sounds of battle seemed to have faded into the distance. Wang Yu looked up at the two figures facing each other in the sky, a slight chill running through his heart.

The only person who could command such respect from Zhunti could be a master of the same level.

There are only a handful of experts of the same level who might be present here.

Wang Yu had seen Gu Qingzhu of Da Wu before, so it couldn't be him. Coupled with the other party's unique appearance, it could only be that one person.

The one from the Northern Di Natural Deity Cult was said to have been revered as the Venerable Lord by many members of the Natural Deity Cult.

Suddenly, Zhunti laughed in the sky.

"Since you have shown yourself, fellow Daoist, it is probably not for reminiscing."

The old man nodded slightly, a glint of light flashing in his deep blue eyes that was hard for others to detect.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, shall we go elsewhere for a battle?" Zhunti nodded and said, "That suits my purposes perfectly."

The two understood each other's meaning at the same time: if the ultimate power of Heaven and Man were unleashed at full strength under the combined power of Heaven and Earth, the destructive power would be too astonishing.

It can be said that once they reach this stage, if they really harden their hearts and unleash the full power of heaven and earth, they will definitely be able to cause widespread destruction.

However, no one is willing to do so. Too much killing will make their aura of malevolence heavier, which will affect their understanding of martial arts.

Once they reach this stage, their strength may no longer be suppressed by the evil aura, but that doesn't mean it has absolutely no impact on them.

After all, neither of them were the kind of celestial beings who entered the Dao through killing.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the old man's figure flashed, transforming into a soft white light and rushing towards the northwest. Wherever he passed, faint ripples were left in the air, like pebbles thrown into a calm lake.

Without hesitation, Zhunti's golden light suddenly surged, enveloping him entirely in a dazzling golden glow. The next moment, the golden light shot into the sky, following closely behind the white light.

Before long, two beams of light descended simultaneously over a vast, open field.

Zhunti's inner power erupted, and a gigantic golden Buddha image appeared out of thin air. The Buddha image had eighteen arms and twenty-four heads, each head bearing a different expression of compassion or wrath, and each arm holding a different illusory treasure: the Seven Treasures Tree, the Blessed Vajra, the Six Roots Purification Bamboo, the Vajra, the Lotus, the Treasure Vase...

All the magical artifacts were formed from pure golden internal energy, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

The old man stood opposite Zhunti, gazing at the solemn golden Buddha image, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"What a magnificent golden Buddha with twenty-four heads!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed.

The kind and gentle old man seemed to have vanished, replaced by a vast and boundless power of heaven and earth.

The old man raised his hand, and with a gentle wave, the clear blue sky around the two of them instantly darkened, with rolling dark clouds, a strong wind, and flashes of lightning. It was as if streaks of lightning were tearing through the sky and striking around him, yet they could not harm him in the slightest.

The torrential rain poured down, but it parted automatically three feet above his head, as if there were an invisible barrier.

The old man's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, like a legendary deity.

He waved his hand again, and the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning seemed to come alive. The gale transformed into countless invisible blades, the torrential rain into a sky full of arrows, and the lightning condensed into dazzling spears, crashing down on the golden Buddha from all directions.

Zhunti didn't move; he simply raised one arm and gently brushed the Seven Treasures Tree he was holding.

A seven-colored ray of light surged from the Seven Treasures Tree. Wherever it passed, the blades formed by the raging wind, the arrows formed by the torrential rain, and the spears formed by the lightning vanished instantly, like ice and snow exposed to the sunlight. They were transformed back into the purest power of heaven and earth and dissipated into the air.

Upon seeing this, the old man raised an eyebrow. Although this person's skill level was slightly inferior to his own, this move was indeed quite interesting.

"The Seven Treasures Tree can cleanse all things; what a wonderful method!" the old man exclaimed in admiration.

Zhunti's voice emanated from the golden Buddha, peaceful and far-reaching: "Fellow Daoist, using your inner strength to transform all things and taking all things in heaven and earth as your weapons is the true power of creation."

The old man smiled, a smile that carried a hint of satisfaction at having met his match.

"If that's the case, then let's see whether your Seven Treasures Tree can be brushed faster, or whether my creation of all things is endless."

He waved his hand again, and this time, not only wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, but the earth began to tremble. Earth dragons emerged from the ground, and the dark clouds in the sky transformed into countless black chains that descended from the sky. The distant mountains seemed to be responding to his call, with faint rumbling sounds coming from them.

He can transform into all things; this is his way, and this is his law.

At the same time, Zhunti was not to be outdone. The eighteen arms of the golden Buddha statue were raised at the same time, and the phantom images of the Seven Treasures Tree, the Blessing Vajra, the Six Roots Pure Bamboo and other treasures shone brightly at the same time.

In the next instant, everything changed.