My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1146 The Disciple's Incompetence
The pillars of true solar fire, like golden blades, relentlessly tore through the defenses of the allied forces of immortals and Buddhas. The beams of light from the space fleet and the bombs from the drone swarm intertwined to form a dense network of firepower. The casualties among the disciples of immortals and Buddhas gradually increased, and even several Golden Immortals showed signs of fatigue.

Within the Chan Sect camp, many immortals took out mirror-like magical treasures, such as the Yin-Yang Mirror and the Bagua Mirror, and threw the treasures into the air. They then used their immortal techniques to enlarge them, attempting to reflect the incoming beams of light back.

Without exception, all kinds of precious mirrors were hit by the beam of light, and the spirits of the magical artifacts all cried out in agony. The smooth surface of the precious mirrors turned black and then began to melt. The materials used to construct the precious mirrors could not withstand such high temperatures at all.

Despite the destruction of the precious mirror, the immortals of the Chan Sect only managed to slightly delay the direct blast of the true sun fire. They were like ants being scorched by a mischievous child using a magnifying glass, frantically trying to escape but to no avail.

Just as the allied forces of immortals and Buddhas were struggling to cope in the chaos, a deep and steady Buddhist chant rang out from the Western Sect camp: "Amitabha."

The Buddha slowly rose, and the nine-tiered lotus platform radiated boundless golden light. The golden Buddha light was no longer in its previous defensive posture, but transformed into a thick wall of light, standing in front of the allied forces of immortals and Buddhas.

When another beam of true solar fire struck, the light barrier instantly expanded, firmly blocking the beam—the white smoke produced by the high-temperature burning rose on the surface of the Buddha's light, but could never penetrate the light barrier.

"Though this fire is fierce, it will eventually be extinguished." The voice of the Buddha Tathagata carried the majesty of Buddhism. He raised his hand to form a mudra, and countless glass Buddha statues appeared in the Buddha light. The Buddha statues chanted scriptures in unison, and the sound waves turned into golden ripples, which reflected some of the light pillars back. The reflected light pillars swept across the mirror array and melted a large area of ​​refracting mirrors in the sweeping path.

The refracting mirror that blocks out the sun does indeed have an astonishingly high reflectivity. The refracting surface is made of a strong interaction material, which can withstand ordinary high temperatures, but it cannot withstand the energy focused on the surface of the sun by even one-thousandth. The microstructure of the strong interaction material is destroyed by such a huge amount of energy.

Wen Rui, who witnessed this scene via satellite broadcast, couldn't help but frown slightly. He had long suspected that Tathagata had comprehended the laws of space and could create space with his own divine power, but now what he saw with his own eyes proved his guess wrong.

It is common sense that mirrors can reflect light, but the truth is that even ordinary high-energy lasers cannot be reflected by mirrors with extremely high light refractive index.

The method of reflection used by the Buddha has nothing to do with optics anymore. Instead, it involves spatial folding, folding the incident space and the exit space of the focused sunlight together, which is equivalent to making the light take a detour.

If it were Wen Rui, he would have dealt with it in the same way, but unlike Tathagata, he did not have such a free and easy command of the laws of space. He could only use gravity to distort space and thus distort light.

The Buddha intervened and blocked the pillar of true solar fire, eliminating the greatest threat. The immortals and Buddhas finally calmed down and were able to unleash their fury on the drone swarm.

Manjushri Bodhisattva's wisdom sword unleashed several streaks of azure light, which flashed like lightning, instantly shattering dozens of drones into pieces; Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's Mani jewel released white light, and wherever the white light passed, the electronic components of the drones all failed, causing them to fall into the sea of ​​clouds.

The disciples of the Chan Sect were not to be outdone. Huanglong Zhenren transformed into a golden dragon and shattered hundreds of drones with a single swipe of his claws.

Dao Xing Tianzun picked up the fallen Demon-Subduing Pestle. The Soul-Stabilizing Pearl at the tip of the pestle released a red light. The red light was originally a supernatural power that affected the soul, but it also had extremely strong electromagnetic radiation. The barrier formed by the red light severely interfered with signal transmission, isolating the drone swarm outside. Then, his disciples behind him released flying swords to clear them one by one.

Guang Chengzi then manipulated the Zhen Tian Bagua Mirror, the light from the mirror surface transforming into several silver-white rays. The rays precisely struck the wing of the drone, knocking it down from the sea of ​​clouds. This magic weapon, newly bestowed upon him by Yuanshi Tianzun, made up for the loss of his combat power after losing the Fan Tian Seal.

Within a short 15-minute period, most of the drone swarm, which had resembled a locust, was cleared away.

The remaining drones attempted to retreat to the space fleet, but were blocked by the supernatural powers of the immortals and Buddhas—Guang Chengzi's Heaven-Suppressing Mirror shot out a silver-white ray, instantly clearing an area; the Buddha's radiant light emitted a golden beam of light from the crystal Buddha statue, accurately shooting down the fleeing drones. When the last drone was shattered by Manjushri Bodhisattva's sword of wisdom, the sea of ​​clouds finally returned to calm, leaving only the slightly disheveled formation of the immortal-Buddha alliance and the distant space fleet watching with predatory eyes.

It is worth mentioning that the space fleet was far away from the Celestial-Buddha Alliance at this time, in a distant orbit in space. The fleet did not need to fly to the planet's surface to launch an attack, as many kinds of planet-destroying weapons could be delivered from thousands of miles away.

Wen Rui's orders to the space fleet were to contain them. If they could capture immortals or magical artifacts with high-powered traction beams, they should immediately use them to jump away and fly to a star realm a million light-years away to drop them off. There was no need to confront the immortals and Buddhas head-on.

A distance of one million light-years, if the other party does not possess a great supernatural power like space travel, even if they have the supernatural power of a monkey who can travel 108,000 miles in a second, it would still take 50 million years to turn back, which is no different from killing them directly.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the mortal army in front of him, his face still grim, but with a hint of solemnity: "These mortals actually forced us to use our magic weapons to resist... It seems that this battle should not be taken lightly."

His gaze swept over the Zhen Tian Mirror in Guang Chengzi's hand, which was covered in burn marks, and then turned to look at the Buddha Tathagata, who sat steadily on the lotus throne in the Western Sect camp. If Tathagata had not taken the initiative to condense the Buddha Light Wall, the allied forces' defense line would probably have collapsed long ago given the panicked response of the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

This glance caused an indescribable sense of loss to well up in the heart of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

As the foremost disciples of their respective sects, Tathagata made his move with effortless ease. When the Buddha's Light Barrier blocked the Dyson sphere's beam of light, he didn't even flinch.

However, his twelve Golden Immortals, though they also used their magic weapons, all showed signs of fatigue. Guang Chengzi had lost the Fantian Seal and could only barely hold on with the Zhentian Mirror he had refined in his early years. Taiyi Zhenren's Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover was so powerful that even the fire dragons could hardly be maintained. No one knew what that fat man was thinking, but he actually tried to use fire to control fire and summon fire dragons to resist the true fire of the sun. The result was self-evident.

With his incompetent disciples in such a sorry state, where is the slightest bit of dignity of a "Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect"?

My thoughts drifted back to the Investiture of the Gods, the scene then so similar to this moment.

The disciples of the Jie Sect were all incredibly powerful. The Three Immortal Maidens' Nine Turns Yellow River Formation trapped the Twelve Golden Immortals. If he hadn't disregarded his status as a saint and forcibly broken the formation, the disciples would probably have been trapped and died.

Zhao Gongming, wielding the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, injured several Golden Immortals. It was also he who secretly invited Lu Ya Daojun to use the Seven Arrows of Nailhead to ambush them.

Even in the Battle of the Ten Thousand Immortals, when the Tongtian Sect Leader laid a trap, it was only by joining forces with the four saints—Laozi, Jieyin, and Zhunti—that they barely managed to suppress the Jie Sect's power.

"That's it, that's all!"

Yuanshi Tianzun sighed inwardly, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force he exerted.

Over the years, in order to protect these disciples, he has long since thrown away his "saintly face".

(End of this chapter)