Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Buddha Immortals, Give Me a Slap

With that one command, the conflict devolved into a one-sided slaughter.

Jin Zhihong, Jin Liuli, and the few others possessing ancient teleportation arrays quickly chose to flee.

Even with the Taixu Dynasty’s immense resources, such teleportation arrays were extremely rare, only a little over a hundred people among the more than one hundred thousand present possessed one.

The rest could only scatter in panic, fleeing for their lives.

Meanwhile, the Golden Moon Riders of the Cold Moon Dynasty, now reinvigorated, abandoned the Black Wolf Riders and, under the leadership of the moon-returning dragon, focused their full effort on wiping out the remaining Zhu Yue Army.

The Zhu Yue Army had been formed specifically to annihilate the Cold Moon Dynasty. They had not only brought humiliation but had also slaughtered countless of their people.

Now, the portion of the army still intact, already decimated by Bing Yuyan and others under Cold Thief Tian had so few survivors that fear had taken root in their hearts. They had lost the will to resist.

The Golden Moon Riders, personally trained by saints, possessed considerable strength.

This was a hunt, ten against one, with overwhelming odds.

As for the Black Wolf Riders, they truly came to understand the absolute, crushing power that saints held over those beneath them.

Once the Golden Moon Riders disengaged, Lie Qingshan raised his hand.

With a single motion, his terrifying saintly palm blanketed the sky, completely covering the area where the Black Wolf Riders stood.

Boom!

With one strike, everything within that region; black wolves, trees and flowers, weapons, armor was utterly shattered and obliterated.

When the saintly palm withdrew, the scene that remained was devastating.

The Black Wolf Riders were gone.

They had been wiped out in a single blow.

Lie Qingshan then snapped his fingers at the remaining Zhu Yue Army, who were still fighting desperately.

In an instant, the Zhu Yue Army was destroyed.

What had moments ago been a fierce and brutal battlefield now fell into utter silence.

This was why people said: those beneath the saints are like ants, completely powerless to resist.

Thus, the once-feared Hundred Thousand Black Wolf Riders and Ten Thousand Zhu Yue Army of the Taixu Dynasty were completely annihilated.

Those from the other Sacred Dynasties of the Western Desert who witnessed this entire sequence were stunned into silence.

Though they had long known the terror of saints having sought their guidance in martial arts countless times. This was their first time witnessing such a massacre firsthand.

One man. One strike. Nearly a hundred thousand lives.

And it had been done so casually, it left a profound and unforgettable impact.

“The Taixu Dynasty must have suffered a severe blow.”

“The ten great sages were slain. The Black Wolf Riders and Zhu Yue Army were annihilated. Over a hundred of the Great Boundless were killed. Even if the Taixu Dynasty’s foundation far surpasses others, this must have wounded them deeply.”

“In general, a Sacred Dynasty with more than ten saints is considered invincible. If the Taixu Dynasty had over twenty, even thirty, and still lost ten in one go… there’s no way they can endure that.”

“This is truly an opportunity.”

Many people felt a deep, indescribable excitement—a mix of thrill, awe, and longing stirring in their hearts.

As a Son of the Sacred Land, Lu Hengkong, heir to the Lord of the Sacred Forest from Sunlit Sacred Land had always held power throughout the Western Desert. Yet, even he felt inadequate before the might of the Taixu Dynasty. The more he learned of them, the more he feared their terrifying strength and far-reaching ambition. He had been warned again and again, never to provoke the Taixu Dynasty.

That fear had always lingered.

It was a bitter truth for one born with such natural pride.

But now, with the sudden emergence of hope—the chance of the Taixu Dynasty’s collapse, his heart beat faster with anticipation.

“Everyone.”

A clear voice rang out.

Those watching from afar were startled, realizing that Zhang Yang had appeared among them without anyone noticing.

Whatever confidence or arrogance Lu Hengkong and Marquis Xia Houzun had held toward Zhang Yang back on Star Tiger Mountain had now completely disappeared.

“Lord of the Sacred Forest,” Lu Hengkong greeted, his voice slightly hoarse.

Zhang Yang smiled lightly.

“Everyone, please help me deliver a message to your Lord of the Sacred Forest, the Emperor.”

“Please speak,” Lu Hengkong replied.

Zhang Yang declared,

“Now is the best time to destroy the Taixu Dynasty. If your side is willing, I am ready to lead the attack.”

In that moment, flickers of light appeared, and the moon-returning dragon flew over, declaring,

“My Cold Moon Dynasty is also willing to take the lead!”

Though the opportunity had presented itself, whether the various Sacred Dynasties of the Western Desert, long suppressed by the overwhelming might of the Taixu Dynasty would truly take action remained uncertain.

Just like with the Ghostly Divine Platform in the Southern Region, even when it was disturbed by holy corpses, no Sacred Dynasty or Imperial Forbidden Land had dared to make a move.

Even now, after the ten great sages had been slain, the world might contemplate it… but taking action was another matter altogether.

Lu Hengkong and the others couldn’t decide alone, so they immediately began discussing it through private communication.

They moved aside and activated Forbidden Law Patterns to prevent eavesdropping.

The scene remained active and filled with tension.

“Brother Zhang, do you think they’ll act?” the moon-returning dragon asked.

“You’re more familiar with the dynamics of the Western Desert. What’s your judgment?” Zhang Yang responded.

The moon-returning dragon forced a bitter smile.

“To be honest… no. At most, they’ll feel excited for a while, but they’ll calm down soon enough. Especially given the Taixu Dynasty’s connection with Eternal Night and the Supreme Emperor. They’ll hesitate. And once hesitation sets in…”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—a twist of fate, born from the Supreme Emperor’s bloodline command, which had led the Taixu Dynasty to dispatch the ten great sages… only for them to be crushed.

If they missed the chance to strike powerfully now, the moon-returning dragon feared he would fall into despair.

Zhang Yang murmured,

“If he returns… we can force them to act.”

“Who is ‘he’?” the moon-returning dragon asked.

Zhang Yang did not respond.

Instead, he turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

The ground was drenched in blood, staining the earth a deep crimson.

Even though people were now working to clean up the field and restore order through various means, the horrific scene still left a lasting visual impact.

Zhang Yang sighed. This was the cruel nature of war.

World-destroying demons.

The roots of chaos in turbulent times.

In some sense, it was all true.

For a world shrouded in Eternal Night, his goal was to eliminate that endless darkness, to disrupt everything within it—even if doing so meant inciting war on a massive scale.

At times, he questioned himself.

Was this the right path?

Would it only lead to rivers of blood and mountains of corpses?

But then, he would think of Eternal Night’s methods.

They had suppressed the immortal path, yet continued to expand their own power on earth, systematically targeting the Forbidden Lands of other Sacred Dynasties. What was their end goal?

Complete domination and subjugation?

He didn’t know for certain, but the blood-soaked path they left behind was undeniable. If someone had to lead the charge, it might as well be him, to break Eternal Night and glimpse the world beyond its shadows.

He would bring an end to this era without immortals and usher in a new age, one where immortals flourished.

Immortality was what he sought.

To extinguish Eternal Night was also his desire.

As he contemplated this, the pitch-black sky, like a curtain of endless night, began to tear. Shafts of sunlight pierced through, scattering the darkness and unveiling brilliant light.

The Daybreak Sun reappeared.

The azure sky returned, accompanied by radiant golden Buddhist light illuminating heaven and earth.

The Buddha Immortals had returned to once again challenge the Supreme Emperor.

Though their bodies were headless, their heads had been formed from the starlight of the Heavenly Reaching Mountain.

With their return, it felt as if the starlight had returned as well.

Zhang Yang activated the Four Lamps of the bloodline world with full force, especially the Dim Light of Death hidden in the shadows. With a thunderous roar, he shouted, "Help me strike the Taixu Dynasty’s palace!"