Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

“Do not panic! This is merely one of the opponent’s magical tools! No matter how powerful a magical tool is, it still requires enough True Qi to activate. After all, he is just one person!”

Among the monks of the 【Fulong Temple】, Guang Hui was obviously much more capable and composed than Guang Ming.

At the very least, he stabilized the situation immediately, unlike Guang Ming who only knew how to deceive and then flee.

Very quickly, the group of Buddhist cultivators gathered around him and swiftly formed a defensive line.

In the next moment, countless witch ghosts swarmed forward.

“Amitabha!”

The Buddhist cultivator standing at the very front let out a thunderous chant.

Golden light erupted from his body as he struck out with a punch, instantly clearing the witch ghosts before him.

However, it was all in vain.

The witch ghosts that followed showed not the slightest hesitation.

They even devoured the corpses of their fallen kind, making themselves stronger before charging forward again.

Boom!

The witch ghosts didn’t even bother engaging in combat with the Buddhist cultivators.

The moment they got close, they self-destructed.

The erupting Yin Qi was like venom, corroding the golden bodies of the Buddhist cultivators.

“If, when I become a Buddha, the celestial beings in my land are not all golden in color, I shall not attain supreme enlightenment.”

At the center of the formation, Guang Hui fully unleashed his True Qi, empowering the surrounding Buddhist cultivators with the “Great Incantation of True Golden Body”.

Vast Buddhist light instantly evaporated all the Yin Qi.

“Hold your ground! These witch ghosts are not strong!”

At this moment, Guang Hui could no longer care about showing mercy.

His face twisted ferociously as he desperately tried to boost morale.

And he wasn’t speaking nonsense.

In fact, although the witch ghosts within the Myriad Spirits Banner were numerous, only eight of them were comparable to the peak of Qi Refining Realm.

And they were all key components of the 【Yama Palace】.

Lü Yang would not deploy them, so all the ones attacking so far were below the peak of Qi Refining Realm and not true opponents for the Buddhist cultivators.

However, if empowered by higher-ranked positions, it would be a completely different matter.

In the next second, a witch ghost at only the mid-stage of Qi Refining pounced on a late-stage Qi Refining Buddhist cultivator at the front.

A seemingly weak Yin Qi burst forth.

Puff!

The golden body of the late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, which should have been indestructible, suddenly weakened countless times.

It shattered under the tearing Yin Qi!

“Ah!”

The Buddhist cultivator screamed in agony, desperately unleashing True Qi to shake off the witch ghost.

However, more than ten witch ghosts immediately surged forward, engulfing him in an instant.

“How could this be...”

Witnessing this scene, Guang Hui almost crushed his teeth in fury.

With his insight, he could clearly tell that the seemingly weak witch ghost easily breaking the golden body was entirely due to being empowered by a higher-ranked position.

Meanwhile, their side was weakened because their position was not high enough.

At this moment, Guang Hui was utterly bewildered.

The True Lords above had clearly stated that Foundation Establishment True Persons were not allowed to enter the secret realm!

At the very least, it should have been impossible for a Foundation Establishment True Person to slip past the True Lords’ divine sight.

So… this demon in front of them wasn’t Foundation Establishment?

If this wasn’t Foundation Establishment, then what the hell was it!?

However, the situation didn’t allow him to keep thinking.

The outermost Buddhist cultivators had already started to collapse, their golden bodies continuously breaking apart under the corrosion of the Yin Qi.

“Only… decapitation will work!”

Guang Hui raised his head, his gaze falling on Lü Yang behind the countless witch ghosts.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly faded and turned into determination.

“If, when I become a Buddha, there are still hells, hungry ghosts, or beasts in my land, I shall not attain supreme enlightenment.”

“If, when I become a Buddha, the celestial beings in my land, after death, fall again into the three evil paths, I shall not attain supreme enlightenment.”

“If, when I become a Buddha, the celestial beings in my land are not all golden in color, I shall not attain supreme enlightenment.”

With his lips and teeth moving, Guang Hui chanted three great incantations.

Magnificent Buddhist light rapidly spread from him to the surroundings.

Within the Buddhist light, a temple faintly emerged.

Monks inside the temple were performing morning rituals.

Thunderous Dharma echoed throughout the temple, a true ancient monastery where the chime of bells rang solemnly.

Above the temple’s main gate, three large, dragon-like characters were inscribed:

【Fulong Temple】!

In the next moment, all the Buddhist cultivators dissolved within the Buddhist light and vanished without a trace.

All the Buddhist light gathered together, finally transforming into a towering golden Dharma Body.

“Dragon Elephant Vast Power Vajra Body!”

This was the strongest combat method of Pure Land Buddhist cultivators.

Pure Land cultivation pursued the “Path of Deep Bliss and Annihilation”, which meant annihilating oneself and realizing that one’s fleeting self was merely another manifestation of the supreme World Honored One when delivering the world from suffering.

Thus, the more a Buddhist cultivator comprehended their “True Self”, the closer they became to the World Honored One who pioneered the Path of Deep Bliss and Annihilation, and the greater the divine powers they mastered.

This unique characteristic allowed Buddhist cultivators to possess a supernatural ability distinct from other Daoist sects.

That was when multiple Buddhist cultivators performed a secret art together, unifying their consciousness into a single “self”, allowing them to surpass the limitations of their cultivation level and borrow higher-ranked positions from the Deep Bliss Pure Land!

The higher the position, the more Buddhist cultivators were needed.

For example, Qi Refining Buddhist cultivators required all eight Buddhist divisions to come together to borrow a single Foundation Establishment position.

Even a single division could only gather a position close to Foundation Establishment, known as the Guardian Vajra, considered a high-ranked position within Qi Refining.

At this moment, Guang Hui had unified the entire 【Dragon Division】.

Over a hundred Buddhist cultivators merged into one.

The “Dragon Elephant Vast Power Vajra” they manifested was the pinnacle of them all!

“Evil spirits, be exterminated!”

As the words fell, Guang Hui, in his Vajra form, revealed a wrathful expression and charged into the swarm of witch ghosts.

He fought through the waves of witch ghosts, heading straight for Lü Yang.

However, in the next second, that wrathful expression turned into unspeakable despair.

In the center of the countless witch ghosts, a grand palace rose from the ground.

It exuded a dark and mysterious aura.

From within walked out an elegant and stunningly beautiful woman.

The Guardian Spirit Su Nu!

Although Su Nu could not receive the support of the earth veins since they were not at Skeleton Mountain, she was still of Foundation Establishment rank.

She was not someone Guang Hui could contend with.

Boom!

Su Nu gently raised her jade hand and lightly pressed downward.

The Dragon Elephant Vast Power Vajra, manifested by Guang Hui, was instantly sent flying and crashed heavily into the ground.

The once dazzling golden body cracked inch by inch under that single palm strike.

Wounds oozed Buddhist light, and every drop of blood that flowed from those wounds transformed into a lifeless Buddhist cultivator.

When all the blood was drained, this “Dragon Elephant Vast Power Vajra” collapsed on its own.

For a moment, Guang Hui felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He even felt a trace of resentment toward the Buddhist True Lords outside.

Damn it! How were you supervising this battle?

How could you let a Foundation Establishment sneak into the Dao-Seizing battlefield?

Beasts!

At this moment, Guang Hui couldn’t even see Lü Yang’s figure anymore.

All he could see was the overwhelming Yin Qi, the witch ghosts, and the grand Yama Palace.

“Demon! If you have the guts, face me one-on-one!”

Beneath the Myriad Spirits Banner, Lü Yang calmly fiddled with the Sword Pill in his hand while listening to Guang Hui’s furious roar.

After all, cursing before death was nothing more than a loser’s lament.

Not to mention, when Guang Hui had led over a hundred Buddhist cultivators to attack earlier, he hadn’t intended to fight one-on-one either.

And now he wanted a one-on-one fight?

“I am fighting you one-on-one right now.”

You alone, against my entire army.

Very soon, a quarter of an hour later, the Buddhist light completely faded, leaving behind nothing but corpses.

“They’re all talents, can’t let them go to waste…”

Lü Yang activated the Myriad Spirits Banner, and the fallen Buddhist cultivators rose once more.

Even Guang Hui, who had just been cursing him furiously, now stood among them, his face filled with loyalty.

Behind Lü Yang, Qin Tianhe came trotting over, dragging along a bald-headed man.

“Senior, I caught one trying to escape.”

After speaking, he cautiously glanced at the resurrected Buddhist cultivators behind Lü Yang.

While marveling, he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart:

We’re truly amazing.

“…There’s still a fish that slipped through the net?”

Lü Yang paid no mind to Qin Tianhe’s admiration.

Instead, he looked at the disheveled Guang Ming in Qin Tianhe’s hand.

Seeing this, Guang Ming immediately raised both hands without hesitation.

“Don’t kill me! I have important information to offer!”

“Senior, spare my life!”