MW Chapter 1922 (1/2)
Chapter 1922 – Absolute Victory
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“Good! Well done! The shames of today will be avenged in the future! Just wait for my saint race’s Good Fortune Saint Sovereign to kill his way into the Divine Realm and exterminate your entire race!”
Some saint race Empyreans boastfully blustered. So what if the human Empyreans were stronger? No matter how fierce Emperor Shakya was he was only 10-20% stronger than a normal peak Empyrean, and no matter how overwhelming Divine Dream was, even if she could suppress several peak Empyreans together, if she were to meet the True Divinity level Good Fortune Saint Sovereign then she wouldn’t be his match at all.
“Heh! You still want to run? Keep on dreaming!”
Skyrend Godlord immediately saw through the saint army’s plan of escaping. He roared out loud and waved his sleeves. A clear and holy energy shot out, as if a great universe existed within it. A wave of swallowing power swept towards the group of saint Empyreans.
“A world dancing within the palm.”
Great Limitless Buddha spread out his palms and relics shined in his hands, their brilliance spreading through the cosmos.
Wherever this buddhic light covered, loud Buddhist chants resounded like the eight guardians of Buddhism, devas and yakshas, a trillion arhats… all of them appearing together.
For a time, the surrounding space for a million miles was covered by this seething spiritual light.
On this side of the battlefield, the light of blood shined bright and the smell of death filled the air. Arcs of red lightning and strands of Buddhist chants intersected, collided, causing massive tracts of space to collapse and crack apart beneath the savage impact of energy.
The Heavenly Dao Laws collided and distorted, even muddling space.
A potent strength destroyed all.
However, the saint race Empyreans wouldn’t just sit there and wait for death. They counterattacked, resisting the human race together. Many saint Empyreans took out their out Empyrean spirit treasures. Divine light flashed and astral essence turbulently flowed out.
There were saint Empyreans whose fists smashed open the void, like meteors passing through space.
In terms of quantity, the saint Empyreans had the advantage. When they combined their strength together they were able to rival the human Empyreans!
But the many World Kings and Holy Lords weren’t as lucky.
Saint race spirit ships were swept into energy storms, instantly blowing up. The martial artists onboard were ejected into the vacuum of space, half of them immediately killed!
“Form the array!”
A saint race Empyrean shouted out loud. In a battle between Empyreans, the strength of World Kings and Holy Lords was almost negligible. But if their strength was gathered together through a spirit ship’s grand array formation then their fused strength could not be underestimated.
At the very least, escaping wouldn’t be a problem.
The saint race Empyreans were already steadily taking steps to retreat! And once they fled the battlefield it would be hard for humanity to catch up to them.
“Focus your efforts and kill their elites!”
Empyrean Divine Dream said. Her divine dream space covered two saint Empyreans – they were the Saint General and the golden crown Empyrean!
Among the saint army, these were the two strongest individuals.
Divine Dream’s intentions were clear: she wanted to cut down these two individuals!
Emperor Shakya joined in. He gave up his assault on the other Empyreans and hurtled towards these two peak Empyreans!
In the seven universes of the saint race there were many Empyreans. But, peak Empyreans were still extremely rare, and every death of a peak Empyrean was still an enormous loss to the saints.
Moreover, these two people were the main commanders in the saint race army’s invasion of the Divine Realm!
“Damn it!”
The gold crown Empyrean was incensed as he discovered that Divine Dream had locked onto him!
He howled. His skin and flesh cracked open, revealing white tendons.
These tendons were extremely tenacious; they were a part of his supernatural bloodline powers. As he attached these tendons to his blood lance, the lance hummed and shivered, causing the surrounding space to vibrate and mystical runes to circle around it.
Light gathered, forming an incomparably black divine light.
The lance thrust out. The space around the black light cracked planets, able to pierce through the void and twist the Laws of the heavens and earth.
Woosh!
With this strike, the saint race Empyrean’s body shivered. He had clearly consumed a great deal of energy.
The blood lance was like a black hole, swallowing light and energy wherever it went, constantly expanding as it continued forwards with an overwhelming momentum.
As the divine dream space was struck by this attack from a peak Empyrean consuming their blood essence, it was nearly punctured!
But at the same time, Emperor Shakya’s eyes glittered with a cold light. His main body as well as those six martial intent avatars plunged into the golden buddha diagram.
Like seven supreme buddhas, they floated like seven stars within the buddha diagram. Endless golden light emitted from their bodies, resonating with the buddha diagram and evolving into six incomparably realistic scenes.
In the fathoms of hell, seas of blood boiled over. Mountains of bones piled high into the skies as hungry ghosts scavenged through the ground, howling with deathly hunger. In the heavens, goddesses fluttered about, the sounds of celestial dragons reaching through the horizon.
Above these six images, a grand golden Buddhist temple stood tall.
Countless ancient buddhas sat atop a mountain of lotus thrones, their ancient mudras flooding this world.
Emperor Shakya had evolved a great world of the six paths of samsara!
Emperor Shakya’s strike contained the true meaning of the six paths of samsara, the seven layers of martial intents, as well as the supreme treasure of Buddhism, the Wheel of Samsara. Together, they formed a strange and singular harmony that emitted a vast might.
This was one of Emperor Shakya’s manifestations after comprehending the true meaning of Buddhist martial intents to their pinnacle.
The true meaning of the six paths of samsara were like grinding pans of the Great Dao that ruthlessly grinded down upon the black hole blood lance.
The buddhas arrived, their light like a tide, their sound like thunder.
The rays of buddhic light were blinding and thicker than a mountain. As they flowed down from up high, the void tore apart and even planets exploded.
This buddhic light finally fell upon the gold crown Empyrean.