signingbooks Chapter 268 Heavenly Court Projection, Immortals and Gods Arrive!
Chapter 268 Heavenly Court Projection, Immortals and Gods Arrive!
"Su Fan, what are you doing?!"
Tang Sanzang's expression changed drastically. With his Buddha-eyes, he saw that Su Fan was burning his life essence, a tactic intended to perish together with him!
Pigsy's rake sent the demon general flying, and he was so anxious that his eyes turned bloodshot.
"Su Fan, don't be foolish! You still have a mission to complete!"
Sun Wukong's Fiery Eyes burst forth with dazzling golden light, forcing the black-robed man back with a single blow. He flashed forward, about to rush towards Su Fan, but was abruptly stopped by the black energy swept away by the Demon Lord's hand.
"Monkey, your opponent is me!"
Although the black-robed man's three hearts had exploded and his aura had greatly weakened, the Demon Lord's hand had already extended halfway out, and the boundless demonic power fed back, allowing him to temporarily recover his peak combat strength.
He formed a hand seal, and the phantom souls on the eight bone spikes behind him wailed simultaneously, transforming into eight black chains that coiled around Sun Wukong.
"Get out of here!"
Enraged, Sun Wukong unleashed his golden cudgel, sweeping across the battlefield. The runes on the cudgel lit up, and with a single blow, the eight chains snapped inch by inch.
But in that brief moment of delay, it was too late.
Three cauldrons hovered above Su Fan's head, their blood flames soaring into the sky.
His hair turned gray at a visible rate, and wrinkles began to appear on his skin, signs of his life force rapidly slipping away.
"System, exchange for any pills that can enhance vitality, regardless of side effects!"
Su Fan roared inwardly.
[Exchange successful: 3 Life-Creating Pills, 1 Ten-Thousand-Year Stone Milk, totaling 2800 million Popularity Points consumed]
[Warning: Forcibly prolonging life will cause irreversible damage to the meridians, and the cultivation level may permanently drop.]
"I can't worry about that anymore!"
Su Fan swallowed all the pills he had exchanged. The powerful medicinal force temporarily stabilized the loss of his life, but the burning continued.
All he needed was those three breaths!
"The first breath!"
Su Fan's hand seals moved so fast that afterimages appeared, and the three cauldrons spun rapidly above his head, their azure light weaving into a complex array.
Within the array, mountains, rivers, cities, and territories are faintly visible—a phantom of the Nine Provinces!
The Jizhou Cauldron trembled, and the mountains and rivers of Jizhou appeared on its surface.
The Qingzhou Cauldron hummed and emitted a bright blue light.
As the Yangzhou tripod spins, the illusory image of the Jiangnan water towns flows out.
"With my blood, I summon the soul of the Nine Provinces!"
Su Fan roared and spat out another mouthful of blood essence.
This time, his essence blood transformed into countless crimson runes in the air, each rune containing his life imprint.
As the runes merged into the three cauldrons, the cauldrons began to crack!
It's not destruction, but the seal being broken!
"He intends to forcibly awaken the slumbering will of the Nine Provinces within the cauldron!"
The pupils of the phantom Zeus contracted.
"This kid's gone mad! Once the will of the Nine Provinces awakens, without the complete restraint of the Nine Cauldrons, it will backfire on the caster, annihilating their soul and spirit!"
"But this is also the only way to fight against the Demon Lord's clone." Athena's phantom voice was solemn. "The Eastern God Masters are indeed ruthless."
"The second breath!"
Su Fan began to bleed from his seven orifices, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
The cracks in the three tripods revealed an ancient, desolate, and majestic light.
The light converged, slowly forming a phantom image behind Su Fan.
The phantom was initially blurry, but gradually became clearer as Su Fan infused it with his life force.
That was a palace!
No, not one, but a whole area!
The magnificent palaces and pavilions were shrouded in celestial mist, bathed in golden light and auspicious omens.
The Southern Heavenly Gate, the Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Pool, the Peach Garden...
Although it was only a fragmented projection, and only lasted for three breaths, it was indeed—
The Ancient Heavenly Court!
Moreover, it is a phantom image of the Heavenly Court at its peak, which means that all the celestial gods and immortals of the Heavenly Court are present!
"impossible……"
The crimson light beneath the black-robed man's mask flickered violently.
"Third breath!" Su Fan hissed and roared.
"The Nine Cauldrons, suppress them!"
"The Heavenly Shadow descends!"
boom--!!!
The three cauldrons exploded simultaneously—no, they didn't explode, but transformed into three beams of azure light that shot into the sky!
The beam of light pierced through the dark clouds and soared into the heavens.
At this moment, the projection of the Heavenly Court behind Su Fan completely solidified!
Although it was only a hundred feet in diameter and just a fragmented projection, its majesty and aura were enough to suffocate everyone on the battlefield.
The Demon Lord's hand paused.
From the depths of the Nine Nether Abyss, a voice filled with surprise and doubt echoed: "The Heavenly Court?"
"Now!" With his last ounce of strength, Su Fan clasped his hands together, "Please, gods and immortals, descend upon the world!"
In the projection of the Heavenly Court, the Southern Heavenly Gate slowly opened.
Behind the door are not real immortals or gods, but rather a trace of their aura left in the Heavenly Court in ancient times.
But that's enough!
The first aura was majestic and domineering, emanating from someone dressed in imperial robes and wearing a crown.
Although it was only a phantom within a phantom, its aura made even the phantom of Zeus change color.
"The Eastern... Heavenly Emperor?"
The second aura was kind and gentle, holding a jade vase and sitting upright on a lotus platform.
The Buddha's light shone brightly, even purer than the Buddha's light of Tang Sanzang.
"Guanyin Bodhisattva?" Tang Sanzang murmured.
The third aura, brimming with fighting spirit, possessed three heads and six arms, wielding a fire-tipped spear and a Qiankun ring.
"Nezha, the Third Prince!" Pigsy exclaimed with delight.
The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...
Although each one was merely an imprint of energy, and each one possessed only the power of a single strike, there were a total of twelve!
The auras of twelve ancient immortals and gods flew out from the Heavenly Court projection and merged into Su Fan's body.
No, it's not integration, it's blessing!
Su Fan's body was stretched to the point of almost bursting, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
At that moment, he felt as if he had transformed into the Heavenly Emperor, the Bodhisattva, and the God of War...
"A clone of the Demon Lord?" Su Fan asked, his voice overlapping as if the twelve immortals were speaking in unison, "Go back to your Netherworld!"
He raised his hand and pointed.
This seemingly simple gesture contains the full power of the twelve divine seals.
At his fingertips, blue light, golden light, Buddhist light, and divine light intertwined, transforming into a chaotic beam of light that shot directly into the Demon Lord's hand.
Wherever the beam of light passed, space crumbled and time seemed to stand still.
The man in black robes tried to stop him, but Sun Wukong smashed him into the sea with his staff, and this time, he was truly seriously injured.
The phantoms of Zeus, Athena, and Venus, three Western deities, all retreated a hundred miles in unison.
This blow made their hearts tremble!
The Demon Lord's Hand seemed to sense the threat as well, its five fingers clenched into a fist, and it punched the pillar of light.
Fists clashed.
All anyone saw was a circular shockwave sweeping out from the point of impact.
The sea surface was forcibly pressed into a huge depression with a diameter of ten miles, and the seawater at the edge of the depression stirred up a thousand-meter-high wave that swept in all directions.
With the double protection of Ma Tao's firewall and Yuan Qingsheng's water curtain, plus Lin Qingge controlling the illusory image of Mazu to stabilize the sea, the Chinese fleet barely managed to hold on.
The Western fleet was not so lucky.
As the giant waves passed, the remaining warships were overturned and smashed like toys, and countless warriors screamed as they fell into the sea, their fate unknown.
The Apollo and Hermes guardians fought desperately to protect their fleet, but also suffered heavy losses.
"Madmen...they're all madmen..."
Venus, the goddess of the gods, was deathly pale and muttered to herself.
And the results for the collision center are in.
The chaotic beam of light advanced inch by inch.
Cracks appeared on the black armor in the Demon Lord's hand, and the cracks spread rapidly, covering the entire palm in the blink of an eye.
"roar--!!"
From the depths of the netherworld came angry and resentful roars.
The next moment, the Demon Lord's Hand exploded, turning into a sky full of black mist, which was swept away by the beam of light.
The beam of light continued its relentless advance, blasting directly into the Nine Nether Rift!
"No--!!!"
The man in black robes had just emerged from the seabed when he saw this scene and let out a desperate roar.
He tried to stop it, but it was too late.
The beam of light entered the crack, and the power of the twelve divine marks erupted from the depths of the Netherworld.
Rumble—!!!
The black beam of light trembled violently, and the cracks began to contract rapidly.
The fourth demon general, who had already crawled out halfway, was brutally crushed.
The third, second, and first demon generals, including the one currently engaged in battle with Pigsy, all simultaneously let out mournful screams as their bodies melted away like ice and snow.
The crack grew smaller and smaller, shrinking from a hundred miles to ten miles, from ten miles to a hundred feet, and finally—
"seal up!"
Su Fan roared and clasped his hands together.
In the projection of the Heavenly Court, the South Heavenly Gate slammed shut.
The crack then closed completely and disappeared without a trace.
The sea has returned to calm.
The man in black robes stood frozen in mid-air, his mask shattered, revealing a twisted, rotting, inhuman face.
He had three bloody holes in his chest, from which black blood gushed out, and his life force had weakened to the extreme.
"How could this be... the Demon Lord's avatar... how could it possibly be defeated..."
The man in black robes muttered to himself, appearing as if he were insane.
Sun Wukong didn't care whether he was crazy or not, and brought his golden cudgel down on his head.
"Die, you old Sun!"
This blow, delivered in anger, showed no mercy whatsoever.
The man in black robes tried to resist, but the Demon Lord's Hand was destroyed and the Nine Nether Rift was sealed. His source of power was cut off, and he could not even summon the Shield of Ten Thousand Grievances.
"I am not reconciled... In the new world... I am the true master..."
As the golden cudgel fell, the black-robed man's body exploded into a cloud of black mist and was completely annihilated.
Not even their souls remained.
The dust has settled.
Su Fan fell from the sky.
"Su Fan!"
Pigsy was the first to rush over and catch Su Fan.
At this moment, Su Fan's hair was completely white, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his breath was weak.
He forcibly burned his life force and endured the blessing of the twelve immortal gods' marks, his body had reached its limit.
"System... how many popularity points do I have left...?"
Su Fan asked in his mind, his voice weak.
Current popularity: 0
[Warning: The host's life is in grave danger, and his meridians are completely shattered. Immediate medical attention is recommended.]
"Treatment...what can we use to save him..." Su Fan smiled bitterly.
He looked at Zhu Bajie, at Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong who had arrived, at Lin Qingge who was rising from the sea, and at everyone in the Chinese fleet.
"I... I tried my best..." Su Fan said with difficulty.
"Don't speak!" Tang Sanzang's palm shone with Buddhist light as he pressed it against Su Fan's chest. "This humble monk will extend your life with the power of Buddhism!"
"It's useless." Sun Wukong's fiery eyes swept over him, and he shook his head. "He's not injured in his physical body, but in his very essence. The Buddha's light can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause."
"What do we do then?!" Pigsy cried out in panic. "Are we just going to watch Su Fan die?!"
"Without him, how will you come back?"
Just then, the phantoms of Zeus, Athena, and Venus flew over.
The three Western gods looked at Su Fan with complicated expressions.
"Young man from the East," the phantom of Zeus spoke, "you saved everyone, including us."
"Although there are grievances between East and West, Olympus has remembered this kindness."
He raised his hand, and a bolt of golden lightning struck Su Fan's body.
It is not an attack, but the purest source of thunder, containing vitality.
"This is a wisp of my primordial lightning essence, which can temporarily stabilize your soul," said the phantom of Zeus. "But to truly recover, you need even stronger life force."
The illusory image of Athena also raised her hand, and a beam of divine wisdom entered Su Fan's brow: "This is a mark of my wisdom, which can protect your spiritual platform from destruction."
The phantom of Venus hesitated for a moment, then sent out a pink glow: "The power of love may help you rekindle the flame of life."
After completing these actions, the auras of the three divine phantoms dimmed considerably.
Clearly, giving away these resources is also a loss for them.
"Thank you," Su Fan said with difficulty.
"No need," the phantom of Zeus shook his head. "Today's events have made me realize something."
He looked at Sun Wukong, at Tang Sanzang, at Zhu Bajie, and at all the divine beings of China.
"The Nine Netherworld Abyss is the enemy of all mankind."
"Faced with a common threat, the grievances between East and West can be temporarily set aside."
"In the name of the King of Olympus, I propose a three-year truce between East and West to jointly address the threat from the Netherworld."
"Three years later, the grudges will be settled."
This suggestion surprised everyone.
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes: "Old Zhou, do you keep your word?"
"The words of the God-King are witnessed by Heaven and Earth," the phantom of Zeus solemnly declared.
Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang put his hands together in prayer: "Amitabha, if we can stop the war for three years and save millions of lives, there would be no greater good than this."
"Alright!" Sun Wukong nodded. "Then let's call a three-year truce! Three years later, I, Old Sun, will personally go to Mount Olympus to seek your guidance!"
The phantom of Zeus gave Sun Wukong a deep look: "I'll be waiting for you."
After speaking, the three illusory images of gods slowly dissipated.
Seeing this, Apollo and the others were unwilling, but the God King had given the order, so they dared not disobey and could only retreat in a sorry state with the remaining fleet.
The waters around Midway Island have finally returned to calm.
"Master, what should we do about Su Fan?" Pigsy asked anxiously, holding Su Fan in his arms.
Tang Sanzang pondered for a moment and said, "Let's return to China first. Su Fan's injuries are too severe, and we need to mobilize the entire nation's resources to treat him."
"I'll go ask Laozi for help!" Sun Wukong said. "That old man is skilled at alchemy; he might have a solution."
"No," Tang Sanzang shook his head. "Although Laozi is powerful, the cost of crossing the boundary to come here would be too great. Moreover, the East and West have just made peace, and it is not advisable to attract another powerful being to descend."
"What should we do then?"
Tang Sanzang looked at Su Fan, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Go to Kunlun."
"Kunlun?" Pigsy was taken aback. "Wasn't that place already..."
"Although Kunlun is secluded, its spiritual energy has not been extinguished," Tang Sanzang said. "It is the ancestor of all mountains and the source of dragon veins, where there may still be life."
"and……"
He looked at the three shattered cauldrons in Su Fan's arms.
Although the cauldron was covered with cracks, it was not completely destroyed, but its spiritual power was greatly diminished.
"The Nine Provinces Cauldron and Kunlun share the same origin. Perhaps in Kunlun, the cauldron can be restored, and Su Fan can also use the energy of the dragon vein to prolong his life."
"Then what are we waiting for!" Pigsy hoisted Su Fan onto his back. "Let's go, to Kunlun!"
"Wait." Lin Qingge flew up from the sea, weak but with a determined look in her eyes. "I'll go with you."
"Qingge, your injury..." Su Fan said with difficulty.
"I'm fine." Lin Qingge held Su Fan's hand. "The Goddess Mazu said that the essence of the sea has helped stabilize my injuries."
"Walk!"
Without a word, Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel, and his somersault cloud carried everyone westward at breakneck speed.