Chapter 25 Summoning

The Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan was furious. This was his imperial palace, yet the Frivolous Gate had directly attacked. When he failed to break free from the purple light's binding at the first moment, a divine sword radiating endless golden light appeared in his hand—the legendary 'Xuanyuan Sword'. As the sword emerged, countless shifting formations appeared throughout the palace, and the power of heaven and earth converged wildly, plunging everything into darkness.

“Huanmu, get lost!” The Yellow Emperor's aura was astonishing, all his might gathered into the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand as he struck from afar.

Rumble~~~

The purple light was split apart like waves, but the surging purple light waves surged forward again and again, wearing down the 'sword light'. Cutting water with a sword only makes it flow more; though the sword light tore through the purple light briefly, more purple light surged back.

“Xuanyuan, though you are skilled at commanding armies, in a one-on-one fight, your strength is far from enough,” Lord Huanmu said calmly, his gaze falling on Bodhi in the distance, for he sensed the change in Patriarch Bodhi.

“Hidden for endless ages, Bodhi, I am curious about your strength.” Lord Huanmu's voice sounded directly in Bodhi's ear.

Bodhi was too mysterious.

Even during the ancient cataclysm war, he only acted to save people, never truly participating. He was the best at escape on Nüwa's side and stood absolutely with Nüwa's camp. Why did such a 'resolute' great power not join the war then? The Frivolous Gate speculated... Bodhi was likely Nüwa's camp's retreat!

If the Pangu World side was truly about to be destroyed in that ancient war, Bodhi would probably have acted to take them away.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons was the Frivolous Gate's retreat.

Bodhi was likely Nüwa's camp's retreat.

Thus, the great powers of the Frivolous Gate never dared to underestimate Bodhi; no one knew his true strength.

“Ji Ning is my disciple.” Bodhi's hair and beard flew, his whole body radiating a fearsome aura. His aged hands suddenly expanded like two dark clouds, reaching forward.

Crackle crackle~~~

Where the massive hands passed, even before touching the purple light, the dense purple light began to shatter. The hands crushed toward Lord Huanmu. The closer they got to Lord Huanmu, the stronger the purple light's resistance, but the hands, gleaming with dark light, sharp and unstoppable, tore through all obstacles and grabbed directly at Lord Huanmu standing in the void.

“I knew you could break my protective divine light,” Lord Huanmu said. The overwhelming purple light was merely his protective divine light. The Yellow Emperor, despite his utmost effort, could not break it. In defense, Lord Huanmu was undoubtedly the strongest in the Frivolous Gate, perhaps only matched by Tathagata Buddha, who was equally strong in defense on Nüwa's side.

Tathagata Buddha's methods were refined; he had only a few techniques.

But Lord Huanmu was versatile, knowing almost everything. In formations, he was close to Fuxi; in close combat, he was top-tier; in crafting puppets and alchemy, he was equally proficient. Though not the strongest in the Three Realms, he was definitely among the top three, making him extremely troublesome.

“Be careful, Bodhi.” Lord Huanmu held a wooden ruler and pointed from afar.

Whoosh.

The wooden ruler instantly expanded to ten thousand feet, smashing directly onto the massive hands.

“Rumble~~~” Heaven and earth shook.

“The rumors are true, Bodhi. Show me all your strength,” Lord Huanmu said, looking at Bodhi.

“The Frivolous Gate is truly going all out to kill my disciple.” Bodhi was anxious; he had used his killing move from the start but could not overcome his opponent.

“Suirenshi!”

“Tathagata!”

“Sanqing!”

“Come quickly.” Bodhi's thought enveloped the Three Realms, urging them.

...

In the distant Slanting Moon Great World, Mount Fangcun.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo...” A lean old man lay sleeping soundly, snoring, a fan on his chest.

“Jidian, come quickly to the Zhuolu Great World to save your junior brother.”

A voice suddenly sounded in the old man's mind.

The lean old man was startled.

“The Zhuolu Great World is the Yellow Emperor's foundation, and Master is there too. Now Master is forced to call for help?” Jidian was no longer casual; he was solemn. A spatial vortex channel appeared before him, and he stepped into it.

...

Another place on Mount Fangcun.

“Yo, fall down.”

A woodcutter in straw sandals and cloth clothes swung his axe, and a large tree slowly toppled.

“Woodcutter, your junior brother is in danger in the Zhuolu Great World. The Frivolous Gate has attacked, and I cannot hold them off. Whether you come is up to you.” Bodhi's voice sounded in the woodcutter's mind.

Whoosh whoosh~~~

A spatial vortex channel also appeared before the woodcutter.

The woodcutter was no longer leisurely. He carried his axe and calmly looked at the spatial vortex before him. He was the most low-key of all on Mount Fangcun, always at the foot of the mountain, never going up to see Bodhi. Yet he was unquestionably the strongest among Bodhi's disciples.

No one knew anything about him, not even his real name. Ji Ning and the others only knew that the senior apprentice brother was called 'Woodcutter'.

“Whether to go? Ji Ning, that little kid who learned archery?” The woodcutter, carrying his axe, smiled slightly. “To kill my junior brother, you haven't asked me yet.”

Whoosh.

The woodcutter, axe on shoulder, stepped into the spatial vortex channel.

...

The Flower-Fruit Great World.

Flower-Fruit Mountain was famous in ancient times but kept a low profile during the Three Realms period. The leader of the demon race there was a legendary figure.

He was born from Nüwa's mending stone, full of endless fighting spirit.

He fought heaven and earth.

He was born for battle!

Bodhi taught him, and Buddhism tempered him, transforming the unruly ferocious king who would strike at the slightest disagreement into a truly transformed being. He kept a low profile, spending his days on Flower-Fruit Mountain with his children, eating peaches and drinking wine when happy, sleeping with heaven and earth as his bed when tired.

He was like a rough jade, once full of flaws, now perfected, all sharpness concealed.

“Wukong, your junior brother is in danger in the Zhuolu Great World. The Frivolous Gate wants to kill him, and I can no longer hold them off,” Bodhi transmitted.

“Master.”

A furry monkey sitting cross-legged on a rock was watching two ants fight. When Bodhi's voice sounded in his mind, he was momentarily stunned.

“Kill my junior brother?” The monkey stood up, golden armor appearing on his body, and a staff appeared in his hand.

“Children, your king is going out for a while.”

His voice echoed over Flower-Fruit Mountain.

The monkey king had already torn through space and headed directly for the Zhuolu Great World.

...

In an instant, Bodhi summoned one great power after another from Nüwa's camp. The Dao Ancestor disciples of Mount Fangcun rarely joined forces, but this time Bodhi summoned them as well.

The imperial palace of the Zhuolu Great World.

While Bodhi, Xuanyuan, and Lord Huanmu fought, Ji Ning's second avatar appeared.

“Hmm?”

Darklight Swordmaster descended and suddenly noticed that a black electric serpent that had killed Ji Ning's true body flew into a great seal.

“A cave-treasure?” Darklight Swordmaster immediately guessed. At that moment, a figure appeared outside the great seal—the All-Things Emissary in the form of an ape surrounded by dark red flames. The emissary's face had changed to Ji Ning's, and Ji Ning's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at the thin old man.

“Careless.”

“I was careless, too trusting of Master and the others. I forgot that I am no longer who I was. In the past, by Master's side, he could shield me from all storms, and I didn't need to consider danger. But now I am already a top-tier Dao Ancestor, and with the All-Things Emissary, I am even stronger. Even compared to Master, I am probably close. At this point, if something can threaten me, even Master's help may not be useful.” Ji Ning was fully awake.

“You've already refined the All-Things Emissary? Fast enough, huh.” Darklight Swordmaster sneered. “But it's useless.”

Darklight Swordmaster stood in the distance, watching Ji Ning.

Boom!

Suddenly, the mysterious black light appeared again. If last time it was fan-shaped and domineering, tearing Ji Ning's divine body apart, this time it was like flowing water, gentle, enveloping Ji Ning, trying to bind him. Once bound, he could be taken away like Ji Ning had taken the All-Things Emissary.

“Arrogant.”

Ji Ning, in the All-Things Emissary, held two divine swords, and his right hand moved.

Whoosh!

Sword light flashed.

Using Dao Ancestor法力 to guide the All-Things Emissary's power, he executed his fastest sword strike. Sword light blazed, and a lightning bolt appeared in the dark sky. The sword was faster than lightning! The strong penetrating force met the flowing black sword light's resistance.

“Clang clang clang~~~” A very dense sound, probably thousands of collisions.

Countless small swords appeared in midair.

Darklight Swordmaster's swords were countless finger-sized small swords, each with black light flowing on its surface. Under Ji Ning's dazzling sword light, these countless small swords were scattered.

This sword technique was the Blood Drop Style of the Brightmoon Sword Art!

“How is this possible!” Darklight Swordmaster was shocked. He was among the top-tier Dao Ancestors, not much weaker than Patriarch Bodhi.

In his view, a Celestial Immortal True Immortal controlling the All-Things Emissary barely counted as a top-tier Dao Ancestor and was no match for him.

But the fact was that he was at a disadvantage!

“He's suppressing me.” Darklight Swordmaster was alarmed. He couldn't afford to be stunned; he knew how important this operation was. He immediately transmitted, “Wuying, still not acting? Do you want to watch Ji Ning escape?”