Patrol Captain

The six-armed celestial being broke free of his shackles, startling the heavens and earth into chaos. The void could not withstand his true form and shattered like a piece of glass, as a world-destroying thunderbolt descended upon the heavens and earth for thousands of miles.

Three heads roared, and six arms swung wildly.

"die!"

The voices of the celestial beings were deafening, the void exploded with a deafening roar, and divine might was like a prison. All six arms swung wildly forward at the same time, causing the void to turn into chaos. A series of ear-piercing shrieks that tore through the void suddenly arose.

Several miles ahead, the barrier made of black dragon scales broke open, and golden light flashed. Chen Yuan, transformed into a golden-winged roc, rushed out, tearing through the chaos, and suddenly confronted the six-armed celestial being.

With a sharp cry, the golden wings of the roc that Chen Yuan had transformed into instantly blazed with golden light. Each feather was like a golden knife forged from divine metal, its edges flashing with a cold light as it rapidly cut through the void, spinning to protect itself.

"Ding Ding Ding"

"Dang Dang Dang"

The celestial being wielded six arms, each capable of shattering the heavens and splitting the earth. With all six arms moving together, they transformed into afterimages in the void, their power terrifying as they bombarded the golden wings that Chen Yuan had transformed into.

The divine weapons clashed, striking the spinning golden feathers with an extremely piercing metallic clang, as rapid as a sudden rainstorm, and dazzling sparks flashed across the sky.

The fists struck with deafening clang, their sounds like booming bells and thunderous explosions!

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of blows, their killing intent so intense it shattered the sky and threatened to destroy everything around them.

A little closer below, the black dragon of fortune that the King of Beiliang had transformed into roared and roamed, trying to rush into the battlefield, but found that it couldn't get involved at all. The battle between Chen Yuan and the six-armed celestial being had entered a white-hot stage. Thunderous punishments rained down from the sky, full of terrifying power, making his dragon body feel like it was about to collapse, and he was somewhat at a loss.

His pair of golden vertical pupils were filled with shock. The celestial being from the upper realm opened all his shackles and unleashed terrifying heavenly might. The heavenly might was vast and boundless, yet the martial saint from Shu was able to withstand it head-on. Just where was this person's limit?

This was the first time he had ever felt a sense of dread!
Below, screams of agony echoed, further tugging at his nerves.

At this moment, Liangzhou City was filled with smoke and dust, the ground cracked, houses collapsed, and countless people fled. The area around the Prince's Palace was directly sunk by the aftershocks of the battle.

Only the protective array formed by the foundation of the royal palace over thousands of years was struggling to hold on. Even with the royal seal suppressing this place, screams of agony could not be heard from below.

Some, with mortal bodies, looked directly at the celestial beings whose shackles had been broken, and suffered a backlash; their eyes bled, they covered their faces and screamed in agony. Others were shaken by the continuous roar of heaven and earth, their ears bled, their blood boiled, and they collapsed to the ground...

Among them were the elite armored soldiers of the Northern Liang Prince's Palace, their families, and officials. Screams and cries of alarm filled the air, creating utter chaos.

The King of Beiliang was in a frenzy. He roared and continuously emitted rays of light from his body to reinforce the great formation. He hovered above the palace, and at the same time, he opened his mouth wide and let out a dragon's roar that echoed through the sky, spitting out a cold light towards the heavens.

At this moment, the sky above was as black as ink, with purple lightning continuously falling and crackling as it struck down with tremendous force. Bolts of lightning tore through the heavens and earth, striking the ground. Accompanying these were streaks of fiery red light, tearing through the dark clouds and descending from the sky like blood flowing from the heavens.

Within the grand formation of the royal palace, only a few highly skilled cultivators could still stand amidst such overwhelming power. Gazing at this scene of utter devastation, they held their breath, their hearts filled with shock and horror. They were awestruck by the ferocity of the celestial beings breaking free of their shackles, and horrified by the fact that the battle between the two would raz the entire city of Liangzhou to the ground, leaving countless dead and wounded, as insignificant as ants.

Today's battle is likely to cause a great upheaval!

"Master, will we die here today?"

On the shattered and corpse-strewn square of the royal palace, a dozen or so people from Dongxuan Mountain formed a battle formation, huddled together, their eyes filled with murderous intent. The Dongxuan Mountain Master stood above them, his killing intent surging, and countless sword energies, like dragons and snakes, swirled around, flying so tightly that they protected the Dongxuan Mountain disciples.

Outside the sword formation, corpses were scattered everywhere. There were wandering swordsmen, Northern Liang soldiers in black armor, and those in heavy armor, all bearing terrifying penetrating wounds. Blood stained the white marble plaza and reeked of blood.

Among these corpses were many warhorses spitting blood, and armored soldiers who had fallen to the ground and were getting up, their ears and eyes bleeding, or writhing on the ground in pain, their eyes closed, wildly slashing with their swords.

On the Dongxuan Mountain side, from elders to disciples, their clothes were stained with blood, they were injured, and their faces were filled with a chilling killing intent, their eyes bloodshot.

The speaker was Chu Yu, whose black robes were soaked in blood, the hem torn, and the knife wound on his left rib still raw, blood dripping down his waist and abdomen to his trouser leg; the flesh on his right arm was torn open, the sleeve half-torn, and he stood solemnly, sword in hand, blood dripping from the tip. He raised his head, looking at the shocking sky and the dazzling light from beyond, his disheveled hair, sticky with sweat and blood, could not obscure his eyes: the corners of his eyes were red, his pupils filled with determination, without a trace of fear, only a ruthless determination to destroy everything.

He asked his master, Han Zhong, who was standing next to him.

Master Han Zhong was in no better shape; his chest was sunken, his internal organs emitted a dim light, and his breathing was somewhat rapid. He, too, looked up at the situation in the sky, shook his head, and...
"Everything is predestined. The great battles of these beings are capable of destroying the heavens and the earth at any moment. It is beyond our comprehension!"

"The Celestial Beings are unfathomable, even Heaven and Earth have shackled them. Now that the shackles have been lifted, Heavenly Punishment has descended upon the world. That Martial Saint Chen is even more astonishing, with unparalleled supernatural powers. He can contend with the Celestial Beings without being at a disadvantage, forcing the Celestial Beings of the Upper Realm to go all out."

"Next, let's see if this Martial Saint senior can withstand the burst of power when the Celestial Being breaks free of his shackles."

"Now the lives of us fellow disciples are in this man's hands. Unfortunately, we are like fireflies in the face of such a great battle, unable to help."

"It's just a pity for those fellow martial artists and ordinary people who were caught up in this struggle and lost their lives innocently. Now that Beiliang has raised an army, the world is likely to be in great chaos." Han Zhong sighed.

Who could have imagined that just half an hour ago, the entire Northern Liang Royal Palace was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, and adorned with flowers, as the new crown prince was being conferred his title. Numerous spectators, including members of powerful families, renowned figures from the martial arts world, and envoys from foreign lands, had come to offer their congratulations. In the blink of an eye, the royal palace was littered with corpses and blood, and many people had become the bodies of those who had perished there.

Chu Yu tightened her lips, her reddened eyes drooped, she gripped the sword in her hand, and looked up at the steps in front of her. The new crown prince of Beiliang was surrounded and protected by a large number of soldiers and armor, his eyes looking up at the battle in the sky with a sinister look, unaware of Chu Yu's gaze.

Meanwhile, in the chaotic outer battlefield, Chen Yuan, now back to his giant form, engaged in close combat with the six-armed celestial being, fighting for over a hundred rounds in a short period of time.

It began as a clash of weapons, but then turned into a brutal, hand-to-hand combat, like two primal beasts locked in a primal battle. Armor trembled, spiritual light flew wildly, and spatial turbulence raged like a storm, accompanied by flying bits of flesh and blood. The scene was utterly gruesome.

However, both of them possessed vitality that was unimaginable to ordinary people, and their bodies were constantly regenerating during the bloody battle, which looked shocking.

Just as the battle reached its climax, the six-armed celestial being suddenly shuddered, his body retreating rapidly. His crimson-gold eyes flashed with fury, and his voice boomed like thunder.

"Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm, I know your physical body is indestructible. I was defeated by your very physical body last time. Do you think it will be the same today?"

"joke!"

"Back then, we were blocked by the mortal world's troubles and could not realize the Great Dao of Heaven and Man, which allowed you to succeed. Today, we will let you people from the lower realm know the true majesty of Heaven and Man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, this celestial being's Dharma form suddenly emitted boundless light, emanating heavenly punishment from his entire body. Then, the Divine Wheel of the Later Dao Fruit appeared behind his head, causing the void to resonate incessantly.

"Zheng"

"Zheng"

"Zheng"

As the eight crystal fruits appeared in competition, streams of light flew out from the surrounding chaos, the scattered divine weapons quickly returned to their positions, and then the three-headed, six-armed Dharma body manifested different Dharma forms.

Suddenly, the celestial being was enveloped in a seven-colored radiance, soaring into the heavens and covering the mortal realm below. Every ray of light was entwined with fragments of shimmering glass. The central head had lowered eyes, and the divine markings on its forehead glowed with white light. The heads on either side had slanted eyebrows, red hair, fangs, and fierce eyes with sharp, sword-like red pupils. Red markings on their foreheads rose like flames, and they roared, their fangs half-open. Six arms stretched out from the sides of the body, each holding a divine weapon, their postures varied yet perfectly integrated. The uppermost left arm was bent at the elbow and raised, holding a delicate pagoda with seven-colored light on it. The lower left arm hung at the side, holding a green-edged demon-subduing sword, its scabbard carved with lotus patterns, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally to the ground. The right arm of the central body was raised to the chest, forming a mudra, holding a bronze mirror in the palm. The mirror's surface was smooth as autumn water, reflecting a mysterious scene.

The six arms, sometimes raised, sometimes lowered, sometimes bent, sometimes extended, shone with the light of the divine weapons, weaving a net of light of varying density around the celestial being, which was both sacred and awe-inspiring.

After that, the two red-haired, fanged heads moved their mouths in unison, chanting ancient scriptures that echoed between heaven and earth like the resounding toll of a great bell.

"The six realms are the furnace, the fire of karma is the fuel, burning away the illusory body of a thousand lifetimes; reincarnation is the millstone, cause and effect are the axle, crushing the inverted truth of countless eons."

"Reincarnation reveals the true self!"

As the final, resounding sentence fell like thunder, the central head suddenly opened its eyes, and a bronze mirror held in its chest flew to the top of its head in an instant. It spun, and the mirror surface suddenly emitted a hazy blue light, shooting straight towards the chaotic sky.

Six beams of blue light illuminated the six directions of the sky!
Each ray of blue light seemed to pierce through a barrier of the world, illuminating a corner of the universe!
There was a black sea, its raging waves crashing against the sky, with broken logs floating on its surface. Only a white-clad swordsman stood atop a half-destroyed mast, his fine robes fluttering in the salty wind. He carried a sword on his back, squinting at the distant sea. Dark clouds hung low in the distance, thunderstorms churning behind them, purple lightning tearing through the sky like silver snakes. With each flash of lightning, a ferocious, gigantic shadow was revealed within. In the thunder, a blood-red, monstrous dragon, several miles in size, was churning the seas. Below, a cacophony of wails erupted as ships exploded, crushed by the dragon's claws. The white-clad swordsman seemed to be waiting for his chance, quietly watching all this unfold. Suddenly, a blue light appeared in the sky. The white-clad swordsman looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

A city wall hundreds of feet high stood bathed in the blood-red sunset, winding its way through the majestic mountains like a giant dragon. Blood stained the snow on the crenellations, and countless armored soldiers lay dead beneath the walls, their dark red blood seeping through the cracks and freezing into icicles at the base. A figure in black robes wearing a bamboo hat stood atop the highest point, his feet resting on a plaque that read "Guardian." He gripped a general's neck, snapping it clean, before casually tossing the corpse onto the mountain of bodies below. The setting sun cast his long shadow across the mountain of corpses. The figure raised his face from beneath the hat, gazing at the darkening sky, a cold smile playing on his lips. Then, a pagoda flew from his sleeve, hovering above the mountain of corpses, before suddenly expanding, emanating a powerful suction force. From the mountain of corpses below, wisps of bloody vapor rose, and panicked, furious souls were pulled from the bodies and sucked into the pagoda. The corpses below instantly withered and turned to ashes. At that moment, the same scene unfolded: a buzzing sound arose from the sky, and a beam of azure light descended, enveloping the pagoda.

The six scenes are all different, and the scenery in them does not seem to be within the Great Qian territory. But the strangest thing is that these six people seem to have different identities and temperaments. Some are swordsmen, some are hermits in the mountains, and some are demons, but their faces are almost the same.

It was exactly like that six-armed celestial being!
This was the previous incarnation of the six-armed celestial being, who was constantly reincarnating in the celestial tribulations. The image illuminated by that blue light was his figure in several previous reincarnations.

These beings in their previous lives had all cultivated to the pinnacle of human cultivation, ultimately breaking through the void and awakening their true selves; otherwise, the six-armed celestial being would not be here now.

At this moment, the six-armed celestial being used his great supernatural powers to summon his previous reincarnation to see his true self, intending to kill Chen Yuan!

Then it was clearly visible that as the blue light illuminated the six incarnations, the figures in the scene all looked up, and then, as if they had some understanding, they all flew up, crossed "time and space," and appeared one by one in this world.

A peerless swordsman, his white robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes narrow and sharp; a demon, holding a pagoda and wearing a bamboo hat; a hermit in the mountains, smiling calmly, dressed in hemp robes and holding a jade ruler—each of them exudes an aura of supreme martial sainthood.

The six people occupied six positions in the void, standing around Chen Yuan's giant body. As the six-armed celestial being's head shone the precious mirror on Chen Yuan, the six incarnations of the celestial being, along with the original body, unleashed dazzling divine powers at Chen Yuan!
The white-clad swordsman drew his sword, cleaving the sky with a single strike, its light chilling the heavens!
The demon unleashed a pagoda that swelled in the wind, and countless souls, like a ghostly army, swept across the land, transforming into a torrent of malevolent energy that swept through the sky.
These celestial beings, flying from the heavens, were like projections of time and space, their killing intent chilling and aimed directly at Chen Yuan. And the killing intent within them pointed directly at the source—Chen Yuan's Yang God!

There is no hiding!

Chen Yuan sensed the impending killing intent, a sense of alarm rose in his heart, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and he let out a roar.

"You have helpers, but don't I have mine?"

With that, he flicked his sleeve upwards!
A beam of white light shot out in an instant, then the light turned from white to gold, and as the golden light shone brightly, chaos was dispelled, auspicious clouds appeared everywhere, and chanting of Buddhist hymns resounded.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures, like the sound of Buddhas reciting sutras, grew louder and closer, as if some terrifying being was rapidly stepping into this world from some void.

Before long, the vast and thunderous chanting of Buddhist hymns filled the sky. Above the auspicious clouds, a magnificent temple condensed, a lotus throne emerged, and countless illusory images of Buddhas materialized. These Buddhas seemed to have come from the void of form and manifested in this world, carrying a strong sense of unreality.

But each one has a myriad of divine appearances: some with angry brows and glaring eyes, wielding magical weapons; some standing on one leg like a golden rooster, hands clasped in prayer, with a solemn and dignified appearance; some with drooping ears and downturned eyes, reclining on a lotus throne.
Countless Buddhas filled the sky, each exuding an eerie and sacred aura, enveloping the entire world.

They crossed over from another realm, their emotionless eyes all turning in unison, looking towards the direction of the Celestials.

Then, with a thunderous roar, a towering finger shattered the chaos in the void and fell towards the six-armed celestial being. Wherever it passed, sword lights and Yin soldiers exploded, carrying an unparalleled will!

Chen Yuan pulled out his "treasure," a Buddha relic, whose power and will were specifically designed to overcome these things. (End of Chapter)