Chapter 120: Fellow Daoist, Why Resist?
As Lü Yang appeared, his towering, mountain-like magical power not only caused Guang Hai's expression to change drastically but also frightened Guang Ming nearby into a look of sheer terror.
Then he turned his gaze toward his opponent.
Qin Tianhe.
Perhaps due to a meeting of minds or simply matching skills, while the Pure Land and the Saint Sect were locked in mortal combat, these two were also engaged in fierce battle.
At this moment, with Lü Yang's sudden appearance, Guang Ming and Qin Tianhe exchanged a glance before tacitly shifting their battlefield further away. As for Guang Hai's distress signal, Guang Ming deliberately ignored it—he had already seen Lü Yang take out that terrifying banner.
Meanwhile, the other Buddhist cultivators obeyed Guang Hai's command.
The seven Vajra Dharma Bodies immediately turned back to reinforce Guang Hai. Yet almost simultaneously, Lü Yang shook the Myriad Spirits Banner, and countless banner spirits emerged.
"Kill them all."
Lü Yang issued the command indifferently before turning to face Guang Hai, whose expression had darkened. In Guang Hai's hand was a talisman.
The Same-Heart Life-Link Talisman!
This Fruit Position Treasure of the Pure Land could instantly teleport marked individuals to the user's side. Guang Hai had intended to summon the Eight Divisions of the Buddha.
But he failed.
The next moment, when he surveyed his surroundings, he found the scenery had completely transformed—from the interior of a spiritual treasure to a landscape of clear waters and mountains.
[Abyssal Stillness Gathering Diagram]!
A Fruit Position Treasure bestowed by True Person Chongguang, belonging to True Lord Qingcheng Feixue, with the miraculous effect of sealing the void. It had already been deployed the moment Lü Yang appeared.
Once Lü Yang had spotted him, escape was impossible!
Realizing this, Guang Hai finally accepted reality. His expression steadied as he flicked his kasaya, instantly unfurling twelve radiant formation diagrams before retreating into their depths—clearly intending to stall rather than confront Lü Yang head-on.
Lü Yang sneered at this.
"Fellow Daoist, why struggle like a cornered beast? There's a place reserved for you on my banner!"
As a seventh-grade formation master, he could tell at a glance that Guang Hai had little understanding of formations. Though he had laid them out, his qi did not harmonize with the diagrams.
With those words, Lü Yang stepped directly into the formation without hesitation!
Seeing this, Guang Hai wasted no time shaking his formation flags. The twelve grand formations activated, and swirling Buddhist light instantly condensed into a majestic temple.
"Rise!"
Feeling the immense power surging within the formation, Guang Hai finally relaxed. These twelve formation diagrams were actually fragments of a single grand formation.
The complete version should have thirty-six.
The formation was meant to be used alongside the Eight Divisions of the Buddha, creating an environment nearly identical to the Pure Land to amplify their strength.
Under such conditions, the Eight Divisions could temporarily borrow the authority of an Arhat, and combined with the Pure Land-like environment, they could unleash power comparable to early-stage Foundation Establishment. Though only twelve diagrams remained, their defensive capabilities were still beyond ordinary cultivators' ability to breach.
Boom!
Just as Guang Hai was pondering this, before he could react, a deafening explosion erupted. The twelve formation diagrams trembled violently, emitting crisp shattering sounds!
The next moment—
"Heaven's Collapse."
The first, second, third... Under Guang Hai's stunned gaze, the twelve formation diagrams shattered at terrifying speed.
Witnessing this horrifying scene, Guang Hai didn't even have time to feel fear—he was still in a daze. He had thought he had already overestimated Lü Yang as much as possible, yet upon facing him directly, he realized he had still underestimated him. The same doubt Guang Hui had before dying surfaced in his mind:
"Is this man... truly at Foundation Establishment?"
Seeing Lü Yang single-handedly tearing through the twelve formations, Guang Hai had no time to think. He could only retrieve a lifelike dragon-shaped pendant from his robes.
Crack!
Gritting his teeth, Guang Hai crushed the pendant. A vast divine sense instantly surged forth, flooding into his sea of consciousness.
Whoosh—
In an instant, windless waves arose. Guang Hai's expression smoothed over, all emotions vanishing, leaving only serenity and calm.
Though he remained the same person, his eyes now shimmered with dazzling Buddhist light. His entire demeanor transformed as he pressed his palms together and softly chanted a Buddhist invocation. His aura skyrocketed, reaching a level infinitely close to Foundation Establishment!
"Amitabha."
The Buddhist chant resounded like thunder, its formidable authority radiating outward with the sound waves, instantly startling both the Buddhist cultivators and the Saint Sect's true disciples still locked in battle.
"Danger! Retreat!"
The Saint Sect's true disciples knew when to fold. They immediately withdrew, not daring to approach "Guang Hai's" current position, swiftly putting distance between themselves and him.
Meanwhile, the Buddhist side erupted with excitement.
"It's Fulong Arhat!"
"Guang Hai is Fulong Arhat's chief disciple. Did he summon the Arhat?"
"We're saved!"
Foundation Establishment! This was Foundation Establishment!
Even if it was merely a strand of divine sense, it was enough to make Qi Refining cultivators flee in terror. No wonder the Pure Land had been so confident—they truly had prepared a trump card.
Yet at that moment, another deafening explosion rang out.
The twelve formation diagrams shattered completely, their collapsing spiritual light pouring forth like a burst dam. Lü Yang stepped out from within, a sword rainbow encircling him.
Among all present, only his expression remained unshaken.
Seeing this, "Guang Hai" narrowed his eyes, revealing keen interest. "Benefactor, your wisdom roots run deep. Why not take refuge in our Pure Land?"
Though the voice remained Guang Hai's, it now carried an indescribable magnetism—each word like pearls, as if an old monk in a meditation hall were gently striking a wooden fish, compelling listeners to surrender to its pull, shed distracting thoughts, and feel the urge to convert, confessing their deepest secrets.
It was called conversion, but in truth, it was soul-searching!
"Bullshit, bald donkey!"
Lü Yang spoke coldly, unleashing the Foundation Establishment-level divine sense he had attained through cultivating the Heavenly Silkworm Secret, instantly dispersing the eerie influence in "Guang Hai's" voice.
Yet "Guang Hai" only grew more delighted. "Indeed, it is the 《Nine Transforming Dragon Art》."
Then, pressing his palms together again, he laughed heartily. "Benefactor, why resist? Since you cultivate my true art, I am the fateful connection you cannot escape."
"...You're not wrong."
Lü Yang stared fixedly at "Guang Hai," then sneered. "I do share fate with Fulong. Unfortunately, you merely resemble him—you are not the true Fulong."
As he spoke, the Myriad Spirits Banner trembled.
Guardian Deity Su Nu stepped forth from within. Her authority and aura, no weaker than the current "Guang Hai"—even surpassing it—exploded outward!
In an instant, the previously composed "Guang Hai" paled.
With Su Nu's appearance, the Buddhist light that had flourished under "Guang Hai" dimmed once more, replaced by baleful yin that filled half the sky.
Witnessing this, "Guang Hai's" smile gradually faded.
"Laugh now. Why stop?"
"Fellow Daoist, why resist?"
Holding the Myriad Spirits Banner, Lü Yang looked at Fulong Arhat as if gazing upon a plump prey: "My banner is sorely lacking talents like you!"