Transmigration begins with archery training

As he watched his opponent charge towards him, a flash of Buddhist light appeared in his palm, and he summoned a Zen staff.

This staff is forged entirely from cold iron from the snowy region. It is over seven feet tall and its entire body is covered with ripples that blend dark gold and silver-gray. At the top of the staff are nine blooming golden lotuses stacked like a pagoda. Each lotus petal is carved from translucent glass and reveals dark red patterns like dragon blood coral in the sunlight.

A Buddhist treasure, the Nine Lotus Suppressing Staff!

The white-browed old monk gently raised his hand, and the golden lotus on the head of his staff suddenly bloomed, unleashing a torrent of boundless Buddhist teachings that collided violently with the surging crimson flames.

Chen Sanshi knew he couldn't compete with a fourth-realm cultivator in terms of pure magic power, so he withdrew his power just before they made contact. Flames burst from his cloak, and he transformed into a ball of fire, instantly dodging the attack and reaching the flank.

Magical artifact: Crimson Flame Cloak!

Fire escape technique!

With the addition of the triple blood-burning technique, Chen Sanshi's agility was almost comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages.

"Oh?"

The white-browed old monk was surprised, but quickly realized what was happening. He turned his staff around and swept it horizontally towards his left hand.

"clang--"

The staff successfully parried the spear, producing a crisp metallic clang.

Chen Sanshi was sent flying backward, crashing into more than ten towering trees before regaining his footing.

But before the old monk could make a further move, Tianwu once again vanished in flames, only to reappear behind him in the blink of an eye.

"Mahaprajnaparamita..."

He clasped his hands together, and suddenly a golden Buddhist light burst forth from his withered knuckles. The Sanskrit characters of the Diamond Sutra embroidered on his robe seemed to come alive, and the edge of the robe suddenly tore, transforming into eighteen crimson-gold dragons. Each dragon was adorned with a Buddhist seal engraved with the swastika, which, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, swirled towards Tianwu.

The moment the two clashed, Chen Sanshi shot backward, and during the process, his Crimson Flame Cloak was activated again, turning into a stream of fire as he took the opportunity to escape into the distance.

"Where are you going, benefactor?"

The monk Xuandu rode on a golden dragon and chased after him. The lotus flowers of the Nine Lotus Suppressing Staff in front of him bloomed, and the petals peeled off one after another with a crisp sound, turning into a sky-covering flying blade that swept forward.

No matter what he did, Tianwu would always use his escape technique to create distance after being repelled, and then seize the opportunity to counterattack.

This happened several times, and as the distance between the two sides grew further and further, the white-browed old monk's methods became increasingly ruthless.

"It seems that if this old monk doesn't use some tricks, I really won't be able to stop you today. Amitabha, forgive me!"

The old monk's drooping white eyebrows suddenly moved without wind, his hunched body made a crisp sound like shattering glass, and his jagged spine stretched out section by section, raising itself like a dragon raising its head.

A golden glint appeared in his cloudy eyes, and his withered lips parted, uttering ancient Sanskrit mantras: "Om! Ah! Vishnu! Hum!"

As the last syllable exploded, the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles collapsed with a deafening roar.

His age-spotted skin peeled away inch by inch, revealing the ancient Buddha's true form beneath, cast in bronze. Every muscle texture was bursting with golden-red Buddhist flames, burning the dark clouds into crimson clouds!

The white-browed old monk's body continued to expand, and in just a few breaths, he became towering into the clouds, with the sky within reach. Nine layers of thunderclouds surged around his waist, and where the hem of his kasaya fell, thousands of rivers hung upside down like a beaded curtain. Countless golden Arhat phantoms appeared in the folds, forming a swastika Buddhist formation to suppress all directions.

At this moment, he seemed to be the legendary walking Mount Sumeru!

Law heaven and earth!

Chen Sanshi looked back and saw that the Buddhist monks' Dharma of Heaven and Earth looked as if the statues in the temple had come to life and become towering and upright.

The immense pressure of the Buddha's teachings slowed down his escape techniques considerably.

The white-browed old monk's staff also grew to be as huge as a pillar of heaven. With another wave of his hand, his kasaya swelled in the wind and stretched across the entire sky, golden threads bursting forth with dazzling Buddhist light, illuminating the surrounding thousands of miles in pure gold.

Under the golden light, Chen Sanshi's magical power was suppressed, and his speed slowed down again!

The white-browed old monk waved his staff, and in an instant it was as if a pillar of heaven had collapsed, mountains had crumbled and the earth had split open. After sweeping across one mountain after another, the golden lotus at the top covered the tiny Tianwu.

Chihiro!

Chen Sanshi mounted his warhorse and, with the help of his Crimson Flame Cloak, fought with all his might to escape the attack range.

The golden lotus flowers fell heavily, crushing and collapsing several towering mountain peaks.

Knowing he could no longer escape easily, Chen Sanshi turned back and headed straight for the statue, relying on its massive size to engage in close combat.

With the help of the Supreme God, he successfully attacked the opponent with his magic weapon several times, but he couldn't even tear through the protective Buddhist light, so it was all in vain!

"Chen Lei!"

After activating the Dharma of Heaven and Earth, the monk Xuandu's voice was no longer calm and kind, but became extremely majestic, like a Vajra in a rage: "Surrender now!"

Chen Sanshi dodged the giant golden lotus that was smashing down on him again, then rode his warhorse onto the Zen staff, and then jumped onto the other's arm, galloping forward. In the blink of an eye, he reached the shoulder, and his spear transformed into a divine dragon, about to pierce the Dharma Image's eyes, which were as bright as the sun and moon.

Despite his large size, the monk Xuandu moved swiftly, his left fist already clenched, ready to slam down on his own shoulder.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, the raging flames were extinguished under the suppression of the Buddha's light. Chen Sanshi was hit head-on, and he and his horse were thrown into the air before plummeting straight to the ground.

But in the process, he silently swung his arm, and a barely perceptible glint of black light shot out from his sleeve.

Magical artifact: Luo Feng Soul-Locking Nails!

"Ok?"

Monk Xuandu instinctively raised his massive staff to block, but the black light pierced right through the staff and headed straight for his brow.

Divine Sense Treasure?

Only then did he notice the special properties of the magic weapon. He hurriedly focused his divine sense to defend against it, but he was still hit head-on by the black light.

Suddenly, Monk Xuandu felt a darkness before his eyes, a splitting pain in his head, and his towering body staggered backward several steps, causing a massive earthquake.

'This person's spiritual strength is actually approaching that of a Nascent Soul cultivator!'

He was utterly astonished.

However, being a fourth-realm cultivator, even if he were to be accidentally struck, it would certainly not be fatal.

Chen Sanshi had no intention of pressing his advantage; he only wanted to take this opportunity to try and escape. However…

Master Miaotan has already returned to fight back.

She lifted a willow branch with her delicate hand and gently touched it in the air, and beams of Buddhist light poured down like a celestial river.

Having just directly withstood the attack of the Law of Heaven and Earth, how could Chen Sanshi possibly withstand another blow? He had no choice but to take the hit head-on.

His Eight Desolate Flame Armor shattered under the Buddha's light, but it was quickly restored to its original state by the power of magic. Then, cracks appeared again, and it was repaired once more...