Immortal Creation.

Chapter 670 The Shadow of the Silent Buddha
The fire elemental spell was unleashed, and the entire silver-gray sphere fell silent for a few breaths before the Nether Dragon let out a painful roar.

The surface of the silver ball began to ripple, then bulged and protruded in all directions, finally bursting open with a bang, creating many holes.

From these holes, beams of serene Buddhist light shone forth.

"Success!" Ning Zhuo seized the opportunity to shake the Spirit Mirror and put away Meng Yehu.

As for the fire within the wood, it has been completely exhausted as a consumable!

Ning Zhuo's hastily created fire-based spell was merely the right key. He lacked the power!

Even with the support of the Five Internal Organs Temple Spiritual Art and military strength, he alone was not qualified. The only way was to disregard everything and ignite the spark of fire within the wood.

At a high price, Ning Zhuo successfully achieved his goal and cracked the Silver-Gray Giant Sphere.

Lord of Wangchuan: ...

"Why does he happen to possess fire magic that perfectly counters water-based seals?!"

"Why does someone as lowly as Foundation Establishment cultivator possess a Fire Seed?!"

"Fate, fate..."

At this moment, Lord Wangchuan no longer harbored any illusions and felt a deep chill.

His grand plan, set from the very beginning, was to worship the Yin Heaven, defying the Yang Heaven. As a result, it provoked a backlash from the Yang world's destiny, and even though he was in the Yin world, his fate was clearly predetermined.

But what could he do?

What he wants to defy is the life and death of the Heavenly Ghosts; what he wants to condense is a talent for the Heavenly Realm!
This alone is something he couldn't do on his own; he had to rely on divine intervention.

Therefore, the Lord of the River of Oblivion only has two choices: either a cloudy day or a sunny day.

As the ruler of the underworld, he is in charge of the entire Wangchuan Underworld, so naturally, cloudy days are his first choice.

Even though the Lord of the River of Oblivion had a broad vision and rich cultivation experience, he never truly expected that the backlash from the fate of Yangtian would be so hidden and deadly.

Once activated, even a dignified Nascent Soul level cultivator would feel that human strength was exhausted and that they could not defy fate!
Cultivating against the heavens is so difficult!
Despite being just a minor Foundation Establishment cultivator, Ning Zhuo made Lord Wangchuan feel the true difficulty.

His heart sank to the bottom.

This was all because he was in a very low state at the time, which allowed the natal magic weapon of a Nascent Soul level expert to break free!

The course of the battle will inevitably change dramatically!

The giant silver-gray sphere was riddled with holes, like tattered clothes. Countless cracks originated from these holes, extending in all directions, connecting and crisscrossing each other.

The Xuanming Water Dragon no longer roared in agony, but cried out in despair. Its body twisted and struggled violently, trying to stabilize the seal, but its efforts were all in vain!

Boom! ! !

The sphere could no longer maintain its shape and shattered with a loud crash!

Billions of drops of water from the River of Oblivion, shattered fragments of lost souls, and malevolent energy surged forth like a burst dam. At the heart of the explosion, however, a towering, ethereal image of the Buddha of Nirvana finally broke free from all shackles and reappeared in the world!

The phantom was like a dried-up piece of wood. Its enormous body was a deathly dark gold, covered with deep ravines like cracks in the earth. It did not exude the solemnity and compassion of an ordinary Buddha, but rather the meaning of absolute stillness, cessation, and the return of all things to nothingness!
Roar.

The remaining Xuanming Water Dragon roared with a mixture of fear and rage, and driven by the will of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, it fiercely pounced on the illusory image of the Buddha of Nirvana.

The evil dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, still displaying its brutal power.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide, his palm facing the vicious dragon that was pouncing towards him.

There was no radiant Buddha light, no lingering chanting. Only absolute, suffocating silence.

The next moment, the Xuanming Water Dragons seemed to have their throats grabbed, their roars abruptly stopped, and they suddenly stopped moving halfway through their journey.

Then, they quickly turned grayish-white, losing their vitality and magic in an instant, as if they had become relief murals, frozen in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, these evil dragons quickly faded, turning into countless gray-white specks of light, dissipating into nothingness and returning to oblivion!
Having overcome this obstacle, the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana slowly raised its head, its gaze locking onto the seal of the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

This national treasure still hovers above His head, emitting a faint, ghostly light.

In fact, the moment the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana broke free, the true form of the Lord of the River of Oblivion was already fully mobilized, trying to retract the Seal of the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

But no success.

This national treasure was firmly held by the phantom image of the Buddha of Nirvana, and could not fly away!
The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana extends its other hand and grasps the seal of the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

The latter reacted by unleashing its immense power, forming a protective black light. However, the Buddha's giant hand contracted and clenched, directly turning this black light to ashes, dissipating it, and extinguishing it.

All the light on the seal of the Lord of the River of Oblivion completely extinguished, solidifying into a lifeless sculpture. The entire seal was enveloped in a layer of deathly dark golden light, as if frozen in amber, no longer able to emit even the slightest fluctuation of power.

The illusory image of the Buddha of Nirvana swept across the scene indifferently.

He first looked at the invisible hub, which was the key point of the Celestial Formation.

Ning Zhuo, positioned in the center, was maintaining the Confucian principle of "a scholar encountering a soldier." Clearly, this seemingly insignificant Foundation Establishment cultivator was the key to disrupting the overall situation!
"The fate of the mortal realm, the calamity of the River of Oblivion..." The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana suddenly understood.

His gaze seemed to pierce through everything; with just one glance, he saw through Ning Zhuo's disguise, making Ning Zhuo feel as if he were naked and standing in an ice cave. Overwhelmed by the tranquility of Zen, his heart turned to ashes, and he involuntarily stopped practicing his Confucian arts [The Scholar Encounters the Soldier].

The gaze of the lonely Buddha's phantom was far-reaching, sweeping over the sacrificial army camp and the Qingjiao Army.

In His eyes, this army of cultivators was nothing more than a collection of tiny ants.

Then, He saw through the magic array and sensed the black sphere of the Void.

Finally, His gaze fell upon the vast and powerful barrier formed by the turbid air of the earth's lungs.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana thought to himself: "A sunken ship sinks to the bottom, a withered tree grows green only after it dies. A defeated game is hidden in the game of divination, and a faint glimmer is a star."

"So this is what the first half of this poem means."

It is essentially the natal Buddha wheel of the Silent Ghost Monk, with the Silent Ghost Monk's consciousness as the main body and the divine power of the Nirvana Buddha as the means of transmission.

This is a technique for summoning spirits!

The nature of the Qingjiao Army's use of the sacrificial military camp before the war, which involved enlisting the help of the Night Wanderer, is the same.

This battle is of great importance to the Silent Ghost Monk.

He and the Lord of Wangchuan were mortal enemies. Once the Lord of Wangchuan achieves enlightenment, the balance of power will shift, and this could very well be the turning point that leads to his eventual downfall.

Therefore, he must do everything in his power to block the path of the Lord of the River of Oblivion!

Like Yin Jiuzhu and Wangchuan Fujun, he also had a way to divine.

However, the former two consulted fortune tellers, while he prayed to Buddha and received a prophetic message.

When the Silent Ghost Monk unleashed his natal Buddha Wheel, which was then sealed by the Seal of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, the Lord of the River of Oblivion keenly sensed something amiss and detected the scent of a conspiracy.

His intuition was correct!

Although the Silent Ghost Monk was injured and defeated, his natal Buddha Wheel retained a great power, which he saved for the final comeback!
Now, the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana has become the greatest force in this decisive battle.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana reached out and grabbed, instantly seizing the black sphere of Return to Nothingness!
Guixu Finger was originally released by the Silent Ghost Monk. Although it was heavily depleted, it is still worth using.

Wherever the black sphere of Guixu went, it was devoured and emptied.

It was like a terrifying eraser, wiping out everything in a straight line. Ning Zhuo watched it fly towards him, but his strong will to survive broke through his deathly silence, prompting him to risk flying away from where he stood.

The surrounding environment was quite harsh, but fortunately, Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong had practiced flying skills for a period of time beforehand.

Not long after Ning Zhuo flew away, the Guixu Black Sphere swept across and directly crushed the Invisible Hub.

Ning Zhuo's Confucianism greatly interfered with the Invisible Nexus, but it couldn't destroy it. The Guixu Black Sphere, however, was completely different; it directly devoured the Invisible Nexus, with immediate and remarkable effects!

Without the support and control of the invisible hub, the entire array space began to collapse completely.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana did not care about Ningzhuo's life or death, regarding him as an insignificant ant.

After He captured the Black Sphere of Return to Nothingness, He infused it with a new Force of Return to Nothingness, causing the latter to expand by 30%.

With a gentle push, the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana sent the black sphere of Return to the Void onto the imposing barrier of the earth's turbid air.

Sizzle... sizzle sizzle...

A subtle, dense, tooth-grinding, bone-chilling melting sound rang out.

The barrier of turbid air in the earth's lungs collapsed instantly, greedily devoured by the black sphere of the void, and continuously torn into that deep, lightless annihilation.

However, the power of the Guixu Black Sphere is also rapidly weakening in the process of attrition, and its volume is constantly shrinking.

After it swallowed the entire barrier and created a passage, it vanished at the end.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana marched proudly into the core battlefield along this massive passage!
Ross was astonished.

He was on the verge of defeat, and he persevered with great difficulty, but what awaited him was not Ning Zhuo, but the Buddha.

But regardless, he has been rescued.

Ross retreated quickly.

Lord Wangchuan sighed, and the Earthly Fiends and the filthy gods also abandoned Luo Si and faced the illusory image of the Buddha of Nirvana.

“Silent Ghost Monk, you cultivate Buddhist scriptures, yet you remain stubbornly deluded? Your true form is already severely injured and defeated; how much power do you have left?” Lord Wangchuan spoke up.

The power of the illusory image of the Buddha of Nirvana is indeed not much left, mainly because it requires expending power to constantly suppress the seal of the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

He had just used the Guixu Black Sphere, adding finger power, but only to the point of barely breaking through the earth's energy barrier—not a fraction more, not a fraction less. This extremely economical fighting stance had already revealed his true strength.

The illusory image of the Buddha's head sneered: "Lord of the River of Oblivion, how good can your condition be? Your true form can only watch the show, and as for your distraction... even your underwear has been stolen, hasn't it?"

As he spoke, the Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity lost his spirit again, his size shrinking by one-tenth.

Lord of Wangchuan: ...

The Nine Abyss Water-Draining Pouch that Luo Si had placed on the Divine Interference Point had already been damaged by the Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity. Luo Si retrieved half of the Forgotten River Ferry Line.

However, the root cause of the Earthly Fiends' depletion of energy still lies within the Immortal City of Oblivion. Although the Nine Abyss Water-Draining Pouch is no longer available, it is only a temporary solution.

The phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana was not fooled by a few words and continued to approach the altar as he spoke.

The Earthly Fiend God roared and, on the way, used the illusory image of the Buddha of Nirvana.

Boom boom boom...

The moment the two sides clashed, it was a fierce and intense battle.

The Black Cloud Battlefield is rapidly collapsing.

Previously, Ning Zhuo had exerted all his strength, using Confucianism, but only managed to exert a significant influence. However, the Guixu Black Sphere, having crushed the invisible hub, had completely destroyed it.

This caused this part of the formation to lose its biggest foundation. Like a tower that was already chaotic and swaying, its rooted base suddenly disappeared, and what awaited it was collapse and destruction.

The Black Cloud Battlefield was formed from the great formation, so naturally it could not be preserved.

Ning Zhuo embarked on another difficult escape.

This was already the umpteenth time he had done this.

With only a Foundation Establishment cultivation level, getting involved in such a battlefield was far too dangerous. As a result, he spent most of his time running around trying to keep up.

However, he was more worried about Qingjiao Army than himself.

"I still have the Azure Iron Armor protecting me. But these people don't have it, and they might fall straight down from the top of the clouds."

"what?!"

The next moment, Ning Zhuo revealed a look of surprise.

A dark light shimmered around him, and a chilling wind suddenly arose, wrapping around his limbs.

This scene felt familiar to Ning Zhuo; it was the Night Wanderer's Divine Art at work!

"So much time has passed, I didn't expect this Night Wanderer Technique to still be around."

"That night watchman we invited is no ordinary person!"

Ning Zhuo was no longer worried about Qing Jiaojun's situation.

They had relied on their Night Travel Technique to scale the clouds. However, once they reached the Black Cloud Battlefield, the enemy activated a large formation that suppressed their Night Travel Technique, forcing the entire Qingjiao Army to proceed on foot.

But now, most of the Tianxiang Formation has been destroyed, leaving only the core part of the altar.

Meanwhile, the Lord of Wangchuan was attacked by the phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana and had no time to spare, so the Qingjiao Army was no longer suppressed and regained its ability to fly.

"Qing Chi, lead the Qing Jiao Army down here. It's too dangerous!" Ning Zhuo remotely commanded Qing Chi through the life-or-death connection and telepathic communication.

The Qingjiao Army is still too fragile.

In a decisive battle of this scale, the entire army, except for the initial stage, can only serve as a provider of military power for the rest of the time.

If they're even slightly unlucky, a mere scratch from a move by a Nascent Soul level expert could wipe them out completely.

Not to mention that, just take the Night Wanderer Technique for example. It might run out of power at any time. Apart from the Golden Core level cultivators and a few other cultivators, the rest of the Qingjiao Army would probably fall to the ground and die.

Ning Zhuo still needs to provide military support, so sending them down first is a prudent move.

Qing Chi immediately accepted the order, packed up the sacrificial military camp, and handed it over to Jiao Ma's biological father.

She escorted the Qingjiao Army to its whereabouts, but halfway there she entrusted the army to Jiao Ma's father, then soared up and rushed back.

“Qing Chi, listen to me…” Ning Zhuo immediately sensed Qing Chi’s abnormality through the life-or-death situation.

Qing Chi's eyes burned with fury, his attitude resolute: "No! I want revenge, I want the Lord of Wangchuan to pay a bloody price."

"besides……"

"Xiao Ma, you're all I have left. I want to help you and fight alongside you!"

"Even if we die, we'll die together!"

Ning Zhuo felt a slight tremor in his heart, and a complex expression appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)