Chapter 133 - 132: Asura Team Annihilation

Chapter 133: Chapter 132: Asura Team Annihilation The Sky Flipping Seal was hurled with full force, and Buxun used the Karma Fire Red Lotus to defend himself, yet he was still forced to stagger backward under the immense strength. He couldn’t stop stealing glances at Guang Chengzi’s Sky Flipping Seal, drooling with envy—this kind of magical treasure was simply too extraordinary. Guang Chengzi noticed the greed in Buxun’s eyes. With a wave of his hand, he brought out an ancient-looking long banner, as tall as a man. Let him drool, let him drool—I’ll give him something even better! Then, swinging it twice toward Buxun, he instantly drained all the mana within himself. Buxun also sensed the dangerous aura emanating from the Pangu Banner and attempted to flee, but escape was utterly impossible. The sword energy unleashed by the Pangu Banner seemed ordinary at first glance, but the first strike tore apart the Karma Fire Red Lotus’s defenses, and the second strike slashed directly into him. No matter how tough Buxun’s body was, it could not withstand the Chaotic Sword Energy of the Pangu Banner. A single slash left him on the brink of death, and then the Sky Flipping Seal came crashing down. Thus, the once-mighty Demon King Buxun was sent straight up to the list by Guang Chengzi’s devastating combination of blows. His death was not in vain—falling to the likes of both the Pangu Banner and the Sky Flipping Seal. Few in the Primordial World could claim such an honor. Guang Chengzi casually collected the fallen Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus and then called out loudly, "Junior Sister, take the banner!" He then hurled the Pangu Banner toward Ci Hang. Ci Hang caught it, her gaze flickering, and she also drained all the mana in her body to launch an unassuming streak of Chaotic Sword Energy toward Shiva in the middle of the river. Shiva, with his battle-hardened instincts, immediately assumed a defensive stance, raising a shield and positioning his trident in front of himself. Unfortunately, no amount of combat experience could save him here. The Chaotic Sword Energy swept through, cleaving the shield and snapping the trident—then slicing him in half. Another great general was added to the Investiture of the Gods! Ci Hang gathered the scattered Divine Water and reunited with Guang Chengzi to assist Chi Jingzi. The two of them had nearly exhausted their mana and, even after consuming spiritual elixirs, couldn’t manage much beyond support roles. One wielded a magical treasure, while the other controlled water to disrupt the enemy. This immediately alleviated much of Chi Jingzi’s pressure. As the Crown Prince’s Companion, Chi Jingzi had always received Guang Chengzi’s favor, evidenced by Guang Chengzi casually throwing him the Sky Flipping Seal. Chi Jingzi caught the Sky Flipping Seal and channeled his mana to hurl it at a nearby Asura. The Asura was instantly crushed into a meat patty. Normally, when both the leader and second-in-command of a force are killed, their troops either surrender or flee. But the Asura were different; retreat? They didn’t know the meaning of the word. "Retreat my ass—they’ll die, but they’ll trade one for one in the end!" The Chan Sect Immortals were met with a frenzied Asura counterattack. Though suffering various injuries, none of them perished. The Asura, on the other hand, were completely annihilated by the Chan Sect Immortals—none were left alive. The losses for Xiqi were devastating, their vitality severely depleted. Yet Guang Chengzi and the others didn’t seem to care about such matters. Half of the Blood Sea Asura forces were buried on the Zhou-Shang battlefield, utterly wiped out. It appeared quite hasty, but was it truly? It wasn’t because the Asura Clan was weak; it was just that the Pangu Banner wielded by the Chan Sect was simply too overpowering. Duobao might dare to use his body to withstand the Sky Flipping Seal, but would he dare stand against the Pangu Banner of Guang Chengzi? When fighting the Jie Sect, no matter how intense the battles got, it was still an internal Mystic Sect conflict. If the Chan Sect brought out the Pangu Banner, then the Jie Sect could respond with the Four Immortal Slaying Swords. In the end, it boiled down to the fact that the Asura Clan didn’t have a strong enough backing. A mere Nether River Ancestor wasn’t enough to warrant attention from Yuanshi Tianzun. Try to make a move, and they’ll grant you a karmic "blessing" in return! The Asura Sect’s vitality was massively depleted. The retreated Nether River Ancestor, currently in seclusion, suffered severe backlash as a result and, enraged, intended to summon Buxun for questioning. But Buxun had already gone to the list. Where could he find Buxun now? He could only summon Shitian, who had stayed behind. Among the first-generation Asura, Shitian was considered the least talented; his cultivation was on par with An Tuo Jia, but he couldn’t hold a candle against him. Buxun had always looked down on him, believing he was an embarrassment to the first-generation Asura, which was why he had been left to guard the Blood Sea. Facing the Ancestor of Nether River, Shitian could only recount everything truthfully. The Ancestor was so furious he nearly suffered a stroke and wished he could bring Buxun back just to kill him ten more times. No matter how arrogant the Nether River Ancestor was, could he possibly compare himself to Yuanshi Tianzun? He wasn’t foolish enough to try. Afterward, he sealed off the Blood Sea entirely, forbidding any Asura from entering or leaving, severing ties with Buxun, Shiva, and all the others expelled from the Asura Sect. "Who are they? I don’t know them!" On the opposing side, the Nether River Mother sensed the situation as well. Their faction had long severed ties and renamed themselves the Rashamon Clan. Knowing the fate of the other Asura filled them with glee. The Nether River Mother took the opportunity to sternly warn her Rashamon followers not to stir up any trouble. The scene returned to Xiqi. Although victorious, the Chan Sect Immortals were all wounded and had lost the Lingbao Great Master. Including Yun Zhongzi, they no longer added up to the full Twelve Golden Immortals. After the battle with the Asura, they all returned to Kunlun. Although Xiqi had won, their city walls had been demolished by the Asura. The entire city was reduced to nothingness, leaving Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya with no choice but to retreat again, this time to Qi Mountain. They began constructing a new city around the base of the mountain. As for the Shang Army, the only one who might have mourned the deaths of the Asura was Shen Gongbao. "Damn it! If only my senior brothers had been even slightly later, we could have completely flattened Xiqi!" Yet for the soldiers under his command, it was like a rebirth. The oppressive demons who had been crushing them were finally gone, and many broke down into tears of joy. There were times when they envied the Zhou Army—better to die an honorable death. Some Shang soldiers even went mad on the spot, a testament to the torment inflicted upon them by the Asura. Under Lu Xiong’s advice, Shen Gongbao realized he couldn’t push forward any further. He returned to Azure Dragon Pass to reorganize his troops and sent a message to Wen Zhong requesting reinforcements in preparation for another battle. But was it truly over? At Chuanyun Pass, what was once merely a head had absorbed sufficient nutrients to form a full body—a robust giant, over three meters tall and brimming with muscle, had been born. Meanwhile, countless black energy tendrils spread out from him, consuming the blood energy, vengeful spirits, grudges, and hatred in the surrounding battlefield as supplemental nourishment, growing ceaselessly stronger. The black energy clung to the remains of fallen soldiers, fusing shattered bones underground into countless skeletal monsters—awaiting the moment their master awoke. ... Far away on the Three Immortals Island, Nezha was immersed in cultivation, entirely lost in a state of enlightenment—all thanks to the miraculous meditation cushion bestowed by his teacher. Sitting upon it, Nezha felt as if he were inside a Daoist temple. Above him was a figure, their face obscured, clad in an unremarkable Daoist robe, preaching while golden lotuses bloomed from their mouth. The lecture was on the Dao of the Profound Immortals. Nezha quickly realized where he was and focused his full attention on listening. The Daoist Ancestor began his teachings from the Profound Immortal realm and gradually expanded to the Saint realm. It had taken the Daoist Ancestor endless effort to include the Profound Immortal level, any weaker? In the vast Primordial World, could there be existences weaker than this? The Daoist Ancestor could scarcely imagine anything so frail. Approximately thirty percent of the lecture was vague and difficult to discern. Nezha speculated that even his teacher hadn’t fully grasped this part back then. In truth, this was accurate. Hong Jun wouldn’t slow down for students with lesser understanding. Whether one comprehended little or much was their own karmic connection—he had delivered the teachings regardless. Beings like Nuwa and other Innate Sacred Beings had unparalleled comprehension, yet even they couldn’t fully keep pace with Hong Jun. Unable to follow completely, they resorted to transcribing the teachings for later contemplation.