Full-time Creation Master

"Amitabha!"

The old monk from Lingyin Temple slowly stood up. His robes fluttered without wind, and the Buddhist light surrounding him became more restrained, yet he carried an immense pressure that seemed to penetrate heaven and earth.

That was the aura of the fusion of the peak spiritual power of the eighth realm and the supreme Buddhist intent.

Even a powerful being who can directly shake one's soul, such as an emperor-level demon, requires one to concentrate and face them with utmost care.

He clasped his hands together, faint golden Buddhist patterns swirling between his knuckles.

The Buddhist chant uttered in a deep voice seemed to be empowered by the power of laws, penetrating the aftershocks of the laws on the battlefield and slowly echoing in the sky above the sea, dispelling some of the violent demonic energy around it.

His expression was clear and gentle, without a trace of the ferocity he had displayed in the fierce battle just now.

His eyes held no hostility, only the unique compassion and composure of a Buddhist disciple.

It was as if the thunderous duel with Ray just now was merely a process of redemption rather than an attack.

He looked up at Ray, his gaze calm yet not humble, his words clear and resolute.

With the unwavering confidence of a Buddhist master: "This humble monk thanks Lord Lei for his assistance. I, Ciming, will forever remember your kindness in granting me enlightenment!"

He paused, then lightly twirled the prayer beads between his fingertips, the beads making a soft, crisp sound as they turned.

Each sound seemed to resonate with the laws of nature, and the tone grew increasingly solemn: "If you ever need anything in the future, you may send someone to Lingyin Temple to find this old monk."

I will never shirk my responsibility to do anything within my ability.

The profound cultural heritage of Lingyin Temple, spanning a millennium, can at least offer its modest contribution to you.

If it weren't for that line, anyone would think that the old monk Ciming was showing off that Ray had tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, and mocking Ray's mental strength as merely at the high level...

"That makes some sense!"

Ray chuckled, and illusory lightning crackled around him.

Purple-gold lightning coiled around him, and his emperor-level aura spread out without any concealment.

The sea was illuminated by the lightning, turning it a ghastly white, and even the air crackled and hissed.

His tone still carried his innate arrogance, and the haughtiness in his eyes had not diminished in half.

That was the arrogance etched into the bones of a lightning-type emperor.

Even if they acknowledge the other party's Buddhist teachings, they will never lower themselves to their level.

Changing the subject, he glanced at the old monk of Lingyin Temple, a hint of disdain and doubt flashing in his eyes. Lightning danced at his fingertips, carrying a faint sense of intimidation: "But you?"

Could it also help me, Ray?

Unbeknownst to anyone, Ray, who appeared as arrogant as ever, had long since lost the will to continue the fierce battle.

As a lightning-type emperor who has lived for tens of thousands of years

How perceptive he was!

He had already seen through the situation on the field perfectly, and even saw through some of the hidden killing intent.

On the human side, Qin Ye, a five-elemental forbidden spell mage, is currently fighting against multiple opponents single-handedly.

The five elements' laws intertwined around him, forming a vast net of light.

More than thirty forbidden spells and demon emperors (including those who were pulled in as bystanders, forbidden spells/emperors, and those who were exchanged for enemies because the Great Xia side couldn't defeat them) were trapped inside.

His expression was calm and composed, and even his breathing was not disturbed in the slightest.

Judging from his appearance, even if a dozen or more forbidden spells or demon emperors were added, he could handle them with ease.

With the rotation of the Five Elements, one can suppress an entire area with a mere wave of the hand.

Their combat power is terrifying.

That was the power of a divine being, far surpassing that of ordinary forbidden spells.

What terrified him even more were the demon emperors lurking in the void of the surrounding seas.

None of them can be considered a roadside stall.

Aside from those forbidden spells used by humans with wild ambitions, each demon emperor possesses a powerful aura and is a top-tier being capable of dominating a region.

He remained silent throughout, yet his aura was overwhelming.

What could make these unruly, bloodthirsty emperors suppress their restlessness and greed?

It's easy to imagine how many untold dangers lurked behind this battle.

How many top-tier combatants are still hidden and have yet to make their move?

In addition, there are the iron-hulled warships on the human side.

What alarmed him even more!

He even felt a bit powerless—recalling the scene of his own little emperor's divine thunder entering the sea during the battle when Buddha invaded!

The five human warships were no ordinary ships; they were forbidden-class warships built by the Great Xia Dynasty with countless resources and by integrating the core technology of the mechanical race. Each one was comparable to a mobile battlefield fortress.

Especially that Great Xia mothership, with its shields encircling its hull,

What he just witnessed...

It was actually the exclusive shield of the Machine Race's most precious and powerful being—Buddha!

That is a defensive treasure passed down through generations of the Mechanical Race, containing mechanical laws and the purifying power of Buddhism, making its defensive capabilities among the best in the world.

There are precedents for the defensive capabilities of that thing.

Legend has it that a thousand years ago, a peak demon king, a quasi-supreme emperor, relentlessly attacked the Buddha's shield for several days.

He exhausted all his demonic power, even pushing his innate divine ability to its limit, yet he couldn't even create a crack in the shield.

In the end, the shield's recoil force exhausted him, and he died from exhaustion beneath it, making it an unsolvable defense!

Ray was secretly surprised and annoyed, and even his thunderous aura became somewhat disordered:

This Buddha Shield is an absolute treasure of the mechanical race.

It has always been strictly controlled, and even within the machine race, only a few Buddhas and elders are qualified to be equipped with it. How did it end up in the hands of humans?

The Great Xia's foundation is so profound that it can leverage the mechanical race's most precious treasure.

Humanity: ...You can criticize me for fighting, but when it comes to progress, unity, friendship, and mutual exchange... no one in the universe can compare to me!

The remaining four smaller heavy cruisers were also remarkable, with starlight shields surrounding their hulls.

That was a forbidden-grade shield forged by incorporating the laws of the stars. As the starlight flowed, it had its own spatial barrier, and its defensive power should not be underestimated.

As things stand, regardless of the full force of the forbidden lightning spells unleashed by the human side...

Or perhaps it's Godzilla's atomic breath that can tear through space, or the deadly dragon breath of the South Sea's Lord of the Evil Dragons that can corrode the laws of nature?

Even with all their might, they could only create a few faint halos on the shield.

It was impossible to break through it even slightly. Inside the shield, human activities on the deck of the warship continued as normal, and the warship could not even leave a single crack!

Its defensive capabilities are revolutionary compared to the shields of warships from alien races (extraterrestrial races, such as the Kree)!

P.S.: A mage's forbidden spells, in essence, are like an ordinary soldier wielding a dagger.

Agile and skilled in precise surprise attacks,

However, it lacks a strong ability to break through enemy lines.

Even if it contains laws, it is difficult to penetrate the defense of an emperor-level body head-on;

Emperor-level demons, on the other hand, resemble elite warriors clad in full heavy armor (in combat).

His physical body was incomparably powerful, and his entire body was surrounded by a barrier of his innate laws.

Its defenses are astonishing; even ordinary forbidden spells can't penetrate it.

It was undoubtedly like an ant trying to shake a tree; the dagger was too heavy against the armor, and it couldn't cause any real damage.

Under normal circumstances, slashing with a dagger at thick heavy armor is undoubtedly futile, leaving not even a mark.

Heavy armored soldiers, however, must remain constantly vigilant—though daggers are weak, they can precisely aim at gaps in heavy armor, the throat, and other unarmored vitals.

Once hit, it will be a fatal blow, or a severe and incurable injury.

Even an emperor-level powerhouse would find it difficult to withstand the consequences of having a forbidden spell strike their vital points.

This is why the demon emperor despised human forbidden spells from the bottom of his heart, thinking that their attacks were not worth mentioning, and often referred to them as "ants".

On the other hand, there is a fundamental reason why we must give human forbidden spellcasters a certain amount of attention and respect.

What we revere is not the forbidden spell itself, but the deadly threat it can pose.