: The Shadow of Nirvana Buddha

The fire-based spell was cast upon it. The massive silver-gray sphere fell silent for a few breaths, then the Nether蛟 roared in excruciating pain.

Large ripples began to form on the surface of the silver sphere, bulging and swelling in various places until, with a loud bang, numerous holes burst open.

From these holes, beams of Nirvana Buddha Light shot forth.

"Success!" Seizing the opportunity, Ning Zhuo shook the Spiritual Treasure Mirror and retrieved Meng Yehu.

As for the Wood-Core Flame, it had been completely consumed as a consumable item!

The fire-based spell Ning Zhuo improvised was merely the right key. He lacked the power!

Relying solely on himself, even with the support of the Five Temples Divine Spirit Technique and military strength, was insufficient. The only way was to recklessly detonate the Wood-Core Flame seed.

Having paid a heavy price, Ning Zhuo successfully achieved his goal and broke the silver-gray sphere.

River of Forgetfulness Prefect: ...

"Why does he happen to have a fire-based spell that perfectly counters the water-element seal?!"

"Why does a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like him possess a flame seed?!"

"Fate, fate..."

At this moment, the River of Forgetfulness Prefect abandoned all hope and felt a deep chill.

His century-long plan, from the very beginning, was designed to worship the Yin Heaven and defy the Yang Heaven. This had provoked the backlash of Yang World fate. Even though he was in the Netherworld, he was thoroughly outmaneuvered.

But what else could he do?

He sought to reverse the life and death of a Celestial Ghost and refine an acquired innate talent!

This alone was something he couldn't accomplish by himself; he needed to rely on heavenly power.

Thus, the River of Forgetfulness Prefect had only two choices: Yin Heaven or Yang Heaven.

As the Prefect of the Netherworld, ruling over the entire River of Forgetfulness Netherworld, his natural choice was the Yin Heaven.

However, even with his broad perspective and rich cultivation experience, the River of Forgetfulness Prefect never truly anticipated that the backlash from the Yang Heaven's fate would be so insidious and deadly.

Once set in motion, even a powerful Deity Transformation stage cultivator felt powerless against the will of heaven!

Defying the heavens in cultivation was so difficult!

Even though Ning Zhuo was just a minor Foundation Establishment cultivator, he made the River of Forgetfulness Prefect truly feel the difficulty.

His heart sank to the bottom.

His current state was extremely weak, yet he had allowed a Deity Transformation stage powerhouse's life-bound treasure to break free!

The battle situation was bound to change dramatically!

The silver-gray sphere was full of holes, like tattered clothing. Countless cracks spread from these holes, extending in all directions, connecting and crisscrossing.

The Netherwater蛟 no longer roared in pain but whimpered in sorrow. Its body twisted and struggled violently, trying to stabilize the seal, but it only seemed more futile!

Boom!!!

The sphere could no longer maintain its form and exploded with a thunderous crash!

Billions of droplets of River of Forgetfulness water, fragments of shattered souls, and Yin evil energy surged out like a burst dam. At the core of the explosion, the shadow of a Nirvana Buddha, towering between heaven and earth, finally shook off all its shackles and reappeared in the world!

The shadow resembled dried-up dead wood. Its massive body displayed a deathly dark golden color, covered with deep fissures like cracked earth. It radiated not the solemnity and compassion of an ordinary Buddha, but an absolute sense of death, finality, and the return of all things to nothingness!

Roar!

The remaining Netherwater蛟, driven by the will of the River of Forgetfulness Prefect, let out a roar mingling fear and fury, and fiercely charged at the Nirvana Buddha shadow.

The vicious蛟, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, still possessed a savage might.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow slowly raised its right hand, fingers spread wide, palm facing the charging vicious蛟.

There was no radiant Buddha light, no chanting of sacred sounds. Only an absolute, suffocating silence.

The next moment, the Netherwater蛟 seemed to have their throats squeezed shut. Their roars ceased abruptly, and they froze mid-charge.

Then, they rapidly turned gray-white, instantly losing all vitality and magical power, as if becoming浮雕 murals,凝固在半空中.

Within a few breaths, these vicious蛟 quickly faded, turning into countless gray-white light points that dissipated into nothingness, returning to nirvana!

Having removed this obstacle, the Nirvana Buddha shadow slowly raised its head and fixed its gaze on the River of Forgetfulness Prefect Seal.

This important national treasure still hovered above its head, emitting a faint Netherworld glow.

In fact, the moment the Nirvana Buddha shadow broke free, the River of Forgetfulness Prefect's main body had already been trying with all its might to recall the Prefect Seal.

But it failed.

The national treasure was firmly held by the Nirvana Buddha shadow and couldn't fly back!

The Nirvana Buddha shadow extended its other hand and grabbed towards the River of Forgetfulness Prefect Seal.

The seal reacted instinctively, erupting with majestic national power to form a protective black light. But the Buddha's giant hand clenched tightly, directly turning this black light to ash, dissipating it into nirvana.

All light on the River of Forgetfulness Prefect Seal extinguished completely, solidifying into a lifeless carved object. The entire seal was enveloped in a deathly dark golden light, as if frozen in amber, unable to emit the slightest fluctuation of power.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow swept its indifferent gaze around.

It first looked at the intangible hub, the key point of the Heavenly Aspect Formation.

Ning Zhuo was inside, maintaining the Confucian technique [Scholar Meets Soldier]. Clearly, this ant-like Foundation Establishment cultivator was the key to disrupting the overall situation!

"Yang World fate, the River of Forgetfulness's human tribulation..." The Nirvana Buddha shadow understood immediately.

Its gaze seemed to penetrate everything. With just one look, it saw through Ning Zhuo's disguise, making Ning Zhuo feel as if he were stripped naked and placed in an ice cellar. Affected by the nirvana Zen intent, his heart felt like dead ashes for a moment, and he involuntarily stopped the Confucian technique [Scholar Meets Soldier].

The Nirvana Buddha shadow's gaze reached far and wide, sweeping over the Ceremonial Army Camp and the Qingjiao Army.

In its eyes, this cultivation army was merely a collection of small ants.

Then, it saw through the formation's concealment and detected the Abyssal Black Sphere.

Finally, its gaze fell upon the vast, thick barrier formed by the massive Lungu Earth Turbid Qi.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow thought to itself: "The sunken boat sinks to the bottom, the dead wood must die before turning green. Defeat hides within heaven's game, a tiny light is the fighting star."

"So this is the meaning of the first half of the prophecy."

Its essence was the Soundless Ghost Monk's life-bound Buddha wheel, primarily controlled by the Soundless Ghost Monk's divine sense, but borrowing the divine power of the Nirvana Buddha.

This was a deity-invocation technique!

It was similar in nature to when the Qingjiao Army activated the Ceremonial Army Camp before the battle to summon the Night Wandering God for assistance.

For the Soundless Ghost Monk, this battle was extremely important.

He and the River of Forgetfulness Prefect were already mortal enemies. If the Prefect succeeded in his Dao path, the shift in power would likely become the turning point leading to his own future defeat and death.

Therefore, in this battle to intercept the River of Forgetfulness Prefect's Dao path, he had to exert his full effort!

Like Yin Jiuzhu and the River of Forgetfulness Prefect, he also had means of divination.

However, while the first two sought divination from others, he worshipped the Buddha and received a prophecy.

When the Soundless Ghost Monk sacrificed his life-bound Buddha wheel and it was sealed by the River of Forgetfulness Prefect Seal, the Prefect敏锐地 sensed something wrong, smelling a conspiracy.

His feeling was not mistaken!

Although the Soundless Ghost Monk's main body was injured and retreated, his life-bound Buddha wheel retained a great power, saved for a final turnaround!

Now, the Nirvana Buddha shadow had become the strongest force in this final battle.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow reached out and虚抓, immediately pulling the Abyssal Black Sphere towards it!

The Abyssal Finger was originally cast by the Soundless Ghost Monk. Although much of its power had been depleted in the conflict, it was still worth utilizing.

Wherever the Abyssal Black Sphere passed, everything was devoured and emptied.

It was like a terrifying eraser, clearing everything in a straight line.

Ning Zhuo watched as it shot towards him. A strong will to survive broke through his deathly stillness, prompting him to risk flying away from his spot.

The surrounding environment was quite恶劣. Fortunately, Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong had practiced their flying skills extensively before.

Ning Zhuo had just flown away when the Abyssal Black Sphere swept past, directly碾过了 the intangible hub.

Ning Zhuo's Confucian technique greatly interfered with the intangible hub but couldn't destroy it. The Abyssal Black Sphere was completely different; it devoured the hub entirely, with immediate effect!

Without the support and control of the intangible hub, the entire formation space began to collapse completely.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow didn't care about Ning Zhuo's life or death, considering him an insignificant ant.

After retrieving the Abyssal Black Sphere, it infused a new surge of Abyssal Finger power into it, causing the sphere to expand by thirty percent.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow gently pushed the Abyssal Black Sphere against the thick barrier of Lungu Earth Turbid Qi.

Sss... sssss...

A faint,密集, teeth-grating, bone-chilling sound of dissolution arose.

The Lungu Earth Turbid Qi barrier instantly collapsed, greedily devoured by the Abyssal Black Sphere, continuously torn into the deep, lightless nirvana.

However, the Abyssal Black Sphere's power also rapidly diminished in the mutual consumption, its size constantly shrinking.

After it devoured a通道 through the entire barrier, it dissipated completely at the endpoint.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow followed this huge通道 and boldly charged into the core battlefield!

Luo Si was astonished.

He was on the verge of defeat, having held on with great difficulty. The one who arrived wasn't Ning Zhuo, but a Buddha.

Regardless, he was saved.

Luo Si quickly retreated.

The River of Forgetfulness Prefect sighed. The Earth Fiend Turbid Filth Deity also abandoned Luo Si and faced the Nirvana Buddha shadow.

"Soundless Ghost Monk, you study Buddhist scriptures, yet you remain unenlightened? Your main body is already severely injured and has retreated. How much power do you have left now?" the River of Forgetfulness Prefect spoke.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow's power was indeed almost depleted, primarily because it had to constantly expend energy to suppress the River of Forgetfulness Prefect Seal.

Its earlier use of the Abyssal Black Sphere, adding just enough finger power to allow the sphere to melt through the earth qi barrier—no more, no less—revealed its true state through this extremely frugal combat style.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow let out a scoff. "River of Forgetfulness Prefect, how is your own state any better? Your main body can only watch, and your split soul... even had its底裤 stolen, right?"

As it spoke, the Earth Fiend Turbid Filth Deity deflated again, shrinking by ten percent.

River of Forgetfulness Prefect: ...

The Nine Abysses Water-Leaking Bag that Luo Si had placed on the split soul had already been damaged by the Earth Fiend Turbid Filth Deity. Luo Si retrieved half of the River of Forgetfulness Ferry Line.

But the root cause of the Earth Fiend Turbid Filth Deity's deflation was still in the River of Forgetfulness Immortal City. Without the Nine Abysses Water-Leaking Bag, it was only a temporary fix, not a permanent solution.

The Nirvana Buddha shadow wasn't fooled by a few words. As it spoke, it continuously approached the altar.

The Earth Fiend Turbid Filth Deity roared and intercepted the Nirvana Buddha shadow halfway.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The moment they engaged, the fight escalated into a白热化的拼杀.

The Black Cloud Battlefield was rapidly collapsing.

Previously, even with Ning Zhuo's full effort and the use of the Confucian technique, he had only managed to significantly influence it. But the Abyssal Black Sphere碾过 the intangible hub had completely destroyed it.

This caused this part of the formation to lose its main foundation. Like a tower already unstable and swaying, its base suddenly vanished, leading inevitably to collapse and destruction.

And since the Black Cloud Battlefield was formed by the grand formation, it naturally couldn't be maintained.

Ning Zhuo began another difficult escape.

This was already who-knows-how-many-times for him.

With just Foundation Establishment cultivation, participating in such a battle was far too dangerous. Most of the time, he was simply running for his life.

However, compared to himself, he was more worried about the Qingjiao Army.

"At least I have the Cangtie Han Armor for protection. But these guys don't. They might fall directly from the top of the clouds."

"Eh?!"

The next moment, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on Ning Zhuo's face.

A dark light shimmered on his body, and a Yin wind spontaneously arose, wrapping around his limbs.

This scene felt familiar to Ning Zhuo; it was the Night Wandering God Technique taking effect!

"So much time has passed, I didn't expect this Night Wandering God Technique to still be active."

"The Night Wandering God we summoned is extraordinary!"

Ning Zhuo stopped worrying about the Qingjiao Army's situation.

They had ascended to the cloud layer relying on the Night Wandering God Technique. But once inside the Black Cloud Battlefield, the enemy activated the grand formation, suppressing the technique and forcing the entire Qingjiao Army to move on foot.

Now, most of the Heavenly Aspect Formation had been destroyed, leaving only the core part around the altar.

Moreover, the River of Forgetfulness Prefect, under attack from the Nirvana Buddha shadow, had no attention to spare elsewhere. So, without suppression, the Qingjiao Army regained their ability to fly.

"Qing Chi, lead the Qingjiao Army down. It's too dangerous here!" Ning Zhuo sent a mental message through the Thread of Life to Qing Chi, giving the order from afar.

The Qingjiao Army was still too fragile.

In a决战 of this caliber, aside from their initial role, the army could only serve as a source of military strength for most of the time.

With just a bit of bad luck, getting grazed by a Deity Transformation level technique could mean annihilation.

Forget that; even the Night Wandering God Technique might run out at any moment. Then, except for the Golden Core cultivators and a few others, the rest of the army would likely fall to their deaths.

Ning Zhuo still needed their military strength. Having them descend first was the safer move.

Qing Chi immediately obeyed, retrieving the Ceremonial Army Camp and handing it to Jiao Ma's father.

She escorted the Qingjiao Army down. Midway, she entrusted the army to Jiao Ma's father, then soared back up.

"Qing Chi, listen..." Ning Zhuo, through the Thread of Life, immediately sensed Qing Chi's change.

Qing Chi's eyes burned like fire, her attitude extremely resolute. "No! I want revenge. I want the River of Forgetfulness Prefect to pay in blood!"

"And also..."

"Xiao Ma, you're all I have left. I want to help you, fight alongside you!"

"Even if we die, we die together!"

Ning Zhuo's heart shook slightly, a复杂 expression appearing on his face.

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