Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3268: The Patriarch And The Abbot Unleash Their Wrath

With the Executing Yang Axe Array now backing the army, the Transcendents no longer needed to worry about the safety of the others. Even while fighting against the Ephemerach Hollows, they still found themselves glancing at the battlefield from time to time.

It could not be helped, since they were worried about their own people. But now that the Array had been established, they could finally focus all of their strength and attention on the task before them.

SHING!

The Patriarch of the Xian Sword Sect made the first decisive move, swinging his sword in a single motion.

HUALA! HUALA! HUALA!

What came out was not a single slash, but hundreds of slashes born from that one swing. The three Ephemerach Hollows in front of him tried to dodge, but only two managed to escape in time.

The one in the middle was caught in the storm of sword light and shredded into countless fragments.

”Not enough!” the Patriarch roared, rushing forward. His entire body turned into a streak of sword intent as he struck again, utterly destroying all the remnants of the Hollow.

”One down,” he muttered, turning to face the remaining two Hollows, his sword intent overflowing like a flood breaking through its banks.

”Looks like we’re lagging behind,” the Abbot of the Silent Lotus Temple said quietly. ”Then I need not hold back.” He brought his palms together and began to chant.

HUMMMM!

A bright golden aura spread from his body, swirling behind him before taking shape. The aura condensed into the towering figure of a stout young boy with closed eyes and a peaceful expression.

Yet in the next instant, that serenity shattered...

HONG LONG!

”Heavenly Dhammakaya! True Icon of Acala!” the Abbot cried out.

At his call, the golden figure transformed.

Its aura changed from calm gold to blazing red, and one eye snapped open, burning with fury. His long hair whipped about his shoulders as the figure’s body flared with divine flames.

Sitting upon a rock, his frown was deep and commanding, as if the heavens themselves had offended him. In one hand, he held the Wisdom Sword, and in the other, the Noose of Subjugation.

Acala had descended!

His arrival filled the battlefield with a righteous, wrathful energy that made even the shades tremble.

The Abbot’s voice boomed through the chaos.

”Wisdom Flames of Acala!”

WHOOSH!

The enormous flame sword swung down, and the three Ephemerach Hollows before him were engulfed in roaring fire.

SCREECH!

Their blood-curdling cries echoed across the field. Even the Ephemera Sect Ancestor, who had been focusing on maintaining the ritual, turned to look.

”The True Icon of Acala... a Heavenly Dhammakaya... so it’s true,” he muttered, eyes wide.

He had known of the Abbot’s power, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

Even during the great wars of the past, he had not been present when the Abbot’s divine wrath had swept through the enemy ranks. Back then, he had been only a reserve elder, ordered to remain behind while others perished on the front lines.

Now, after countless years, those elders were long dead, and he had become the Ancestor of the Ephemera Sect. Yet, as he watched the Abbot burn three Ephemerachs into ashes in a single strike, he felt a trace of fear rising within his ancient heart.

”Already gone? He’s stronger than we estimated,” the Ancestor said, his face growing grim.

He had believed the Abbot to be weakened with age, his body too frail to call upon his divine powers. But it was clear now that the Abbot had simply hidden his strength for centuries, disguising it beneath the calm mask of a monk.

Most who had once known his true might were long dead, and those who had only heard of his deeds thought them exaggerated legends. Yet here, on this battlefield, the truth was revealed once more.

The Ancestor’s gaze hardened. He had to act quickly.

”Children of Ephemera! Our time is running out. It is time to give your life for our mother!” he commanded.

”YES, ANCESTOR!” the Ephemera Sect members cried, fervor burning in their eyes.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The ground beneath them split open as hundreds of wooden tendrils slithered upward like living serpents. They coiled around the sect members’ legs, winding up their bodies until sharp ends pierced straight through their hearts.

SHICK! SHICK! SHICK!

”ARGHHH!”

Dozens of Ephemera Sect members screamed as their beating hearts were impaled. Within moments, their blood and vitality were drained away, devoured by the parasitic roots. Their skin shriveled, their eyes sank, and their bodies collapsed into desiccated husks.

WHOOSH!

A blast of wind from one of the Xian Sword Sect Patriarch’s attacks blew across the battlefield, turning their corpses to dust.

This horrifying act did not escape the notice of the Transcendents.

”Patriarch! Abbot!” Elder Ice Drake roared, crushing one of the Hollows underfoot with a loud crunch. ”We need to kill these fiends quickly, or this will end badly for us!”

”Then let’s get rid of them,” Grand Elder Huo declared, activating his Sword Dao Embryo.

SHUA!

A shining pill emerged from his chest, which he immediately swallowed.

HUALA!

The Sword Core Pill Dao Embryo fused with his essence, flooding his body with every ounce of Sword Intent he had stored through the years. Sharp winds howled around him as his sword aura climbed to new heights.

”The Grand Elder’s Sword Intent?” Lin Mu murmured, raising his head to watch.

Having just defeated the Hidden Cave Sect Ancestor minutes ago, Lin Mu had turned his attention to the wider battle, helping to reduce the number of Shades in the sky before they could descend upon the troops.

He could have joined the five Transcendents earlier, but the army had needed him more at the time. Now that the Executing Yang Axe Array was active and the battlefield stabilized, he could finally lend his strength to them once more.

The Grand Elder’s activation of his Dao Embryo was the signal he needed.