Chapter 422: Chapter 64: The Dao Fruit’s Shock, The Tight-lipped Primordial

The entirety of Dragon Tiger Mountain trembled on the verge of collapse under the immense pressure.

Flame Mountain—formed from the Supreme Fire Brick after it fell into the Human World—was one of the Divine Mountains, even surpassing many other famed ones.

On Dragon Tiger Mountain, countless Daoists were nearly suffocating. They stared blankly at the vast mountain peak in the sky, their eyes fixed on the Giant Bull coiled upon it!

The Flame Mountain existed beyond this Great Heaven and Earth, meaning the Giant Bull was theoretically on another plane of existence. Even so, the faintest trace of its Celestial Realms Level might was still enough to strike terror into the hearts of several Great Grade Daoists!

"So this is..." one of the Great Grade Daoists coughed up blood. He was shielding the younger disciples from the vast majority of the pressure, and his body was beginning to crack.

"Is this what a true Immortal God from Ancient Times is like?"

The Daoists who had planned to form a defensive array fell into despair. How could they possibly resist power of this magnitude?

On Dragon Tiger Peak, the withered peach tree trembled under the great might. The Old Peach Tree, in turn, sent out several more branches, attempting to support the descending Flame Mountain.

But just as the Giant Bull had said, the Old Peach Tree’s injuries were far too severe. After countless Years, they still had not healed. Though it was also at the Celestial Realms Level, how could it possibly be a match for a peak-level Celestial Realms being wielding a Divine Mountain?

One by one, the peach branches ignited, then disintegrated into fundamental particles under the overwhelming force.

At that moment, Yan Jiangxue walked alone to the peak. She looked up at the Flame Mountain as the air grew scorching. With every breath, searing waves of heat rushed down her throat and into her lungs.

Even the fox-fur coat on her body caught fire, engulfing her in flames. Yet, her skin remained as smooth and fair as fine jade, showing no signs of being charred black.

"It’s all right," she said, glancing at the cracking Old Peach Tree with a gentle smile. "Uncle, this is my own tribulation."

The Old Peach Tree trembled.

Xiaoyan looked up again, her clear eyes fixed on the Divine Mountain. In the depths of her spirit, a barrier began to dissolve amidst the scorching heat. A Heaven-Reaching Peach Tree stood tall within her soul, borrowing her body to execute a grand technique.

"Kunpeng."

She formed a Profound Seal, and Primordial Qi converged into a world-shaking Kunpeng. It beat its wings against the sky, soaring toward the Flame Mountain to strike down the Giant Bull.

"Fengdu."

Xiaoyan formed another Great Seal. A city of the dead materialized, filled with wandering Yin Messengers and malevolent ghosts. Tinged with a sliver of an emperor’s might, it too pressed down upon the Flame Mountain!

The Giant Bull coiled on the peak of Flame Mountain let out a soft sound of surprise, then said with great interest:

"Interesting. Who taught you these two Dharmas?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

As it spoke, the Giant Bull casually flicked its tail, shattering both the Kunpeng formed of Primordial Qi and the manifestation of Fengdu City!

The difference in their Cultivation was simply too vast... far, far too vast...

Xiaoyan’s expression was cold as she stared fixedly at the Flame Mountain overhead. The unparalleled pressure made her tremble for the first time, yet she still did not retreat.

Then, she took a deep breath and extended her slender, jade-like fingers.

"Flower-Plucking."

Her slender fingers formed the gesture of plucking a flower as a tragically beautiful smile bloomed on her face.

"Xiaolu, Xiaolu... I can’t wait for the fifteenth of the eighth month anymore."

As her words fell, brilliant Buddhist light flared. The image of a Great Buddha rose from the young woman’s body. The Great Buddha smiled while plucking a flower and chanted a Brahma Sound, yet its eyes were wide with fury!

The Giant Bull’s expression changed, its voice laced with shock and uncertainty.

"Shakyamuni?"

It immediately dismissed the thought.

"No, no, it’s just an illusion! Merely a construct of Primordial Qi!"

Despite its words, the Giant Bull felt a sense of unease. It raised its hoof and stomped down!

The Great Buddha’s image shattered. The bull’s hoof was bleeding.

The gap was simply too, too great.

Having been sent flying, both Li Changgeng and the Old Celestial Master’s expressions changed. The former raised his arm and shouted a warning:

"Ping Tan, stop! Do you have any idea who she is?!"

The Giant Bull roared with laughter.

"What does it matter who she is? If I complete my great purpose, I can attain the chance to enter the Daluo realm. Once I become a Daluo, what is there for me to fear? Could this girl be the direct heir of a Dao Fruit or something?"

As it spoke, its hoof came crashing down. Yan Huang, who had just rushed over from the Great Wall Border, watched with eyes splitting from fury and let out a roar of grief. Li Changgeng’s heart skipped a beat, as if he foresaw a catastrophe that would sweep through All Realms and worlds.

And Xiaoyan?

She just smiled with regret.

"It’s a shame. I ’woke up’ too late. I won’t be able to help Xiaolu or my brother anymore."

It was her speaking, but not just her. Another voice echoed from the depths of her spirit, where a Peach Spirit let out a quiet sigh.

Suddenly.

The enormous bull’s hoof, descending from the Flame Mountain, froze in the void. In that single instant of stagnation, the part of the hoof exposed to the Great Heaven and Earth began to disintegrate along with the crumbling of that very space!

The Giant Bull let out a muffled grunt. It looked aside in astonishment, its voice grave as it demanded:

"Who!"

The many Great Grade Celestial Demons surrounding the Flame Mountain also looked over instinctively.

Then, they all saw it. On the eastern horizon, a vast shadow emerged. A broken, cracked cliff face was drifting toward them.

The cliff was stained with black blood, and an ancient aura permeated the air. A gleaming Divine Spear was embedded in it, pinning a corpse to the rock!

The corpse, clad in a tattered Emperor’s Robe, calmly raised its head.

A fractured face, bleeding eyes...

The Giant Bull’s expression grew even graver. It demanded again:

"Which Fellow Daoist are you?!"

Its words had barely faded when it saw one of the Demons beside it—an Immortal being whose power had fallen to the Great Grade Realm after forcibly entering this world—bow its head.

The Giant Bull glanced aside in surprise. It recognized this Demon, who had once served as an Immortal Official in the Celestial Court during Ancient Times and possessed a significant background. It demanded again:

"You know him?"

The Demon said nothing, only prostrating itself, not daring to move an inch.

「Meanwhile, on the other side.」

Li Changgeng rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again.

His heart stopped cold. His mind went blank, and a chill shot up his spine!

Then, like a golden mountain toppling or a jade pillar collapsing, the Ancient Immortal dropped to his knees in a deep bow.

"Gre... Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Li Changgeng’s voice was filled with confusion, disbelief, and terror, his body trembling uncontrollably.