Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Zhao Sheng saw the bald old man's reaction and felt a surge of joy in his heart. He immediately stopped his movement, waiting for the other to make a decision.

He absolutely believed that the other party would be tempted after hearing him, knowing that the Peak of Divinity Transformation was the supreme realm every cultivator in the Tianzhu Realm dreams of achieving.

Throughout history, countless prodigies have been obsessed with it, yet only a few have reached the peak, overlooking all beings below.

The bald old man was on the verge of dying from old age, and was just a half-step away from the Divinity Transformation Realm. His desire for Divinity Transformation must be countless times stronger than anyone else's.

At this moment, this man was like a drowning person who would cling desperately to even a straw.

Just as Zhao Sheng was certain the other would take the bait, he saw the bald old man suddenly press his palms together, chanting slowly: "Amitabha Buddha! This old man... has practiced Mahayana Buddhism for two thousand years, ultimately unable to break the barrier of life and death!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement in his heart.

However, at that moment, the bald old man's body suddenly surged up. In a blur, he appeared three feet away from Zhao Sheng as if by instantaneous movement and swiftly pointed a finger.

The bald old man's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and dazzling white light burst from his fingertip.

In an instant, the sound of sizzling intensified, and golden finger spears, fine as golden threads, condensed out of thin air and shot toward Zhao Sheng like a torrential rain.

The speed of the finger spears was as fast as a lightning strike!

Zhao Sheng felt the space around him tighten, and an immense invisible pressure bore down on him out of nowhere, causing his mana and divine thought to both become blocked.

Thump thump thump!

Faced with a life-and-death crisis, alarm bells rang in Zhao Sheng's mind. Yet at that moment, the disruptive sound of the wooden fish suddenly exploded, almost causing him to faint.

Luckily, Zhao Sheng had not relaxed his vigilance previously.

In the face of danger, his mind raced, and he saw a layer of grey light "eggshell" enveloping his body, blocking out the demon sound. At the same time, the flame of the Ten Thousand Fire Tripod shot skyward as strands of spirit flame bloomed and flew out like a dazzling fire lotus to shield him.

Simultaneously, Zhao Sheng's figure flashed and disappeared from his original spot.

The next instant, as the golden finger arrows collided with the fiery lotus, the void was sliced into fine threads by countless wind blades as they passed. The fire lotus held for only one breath before being shattered by the finger arrows, exploding into scattered embers falling everywhere.

At this point, Zhao Sheng suddenly appeared in the void a hundred feet behind the bald old man.

Around his left arm, seven strands of Heaven and Earth True Fire twisted and intertwined like spiritually alive fire dragons, forming a seven-colored fire ring.

Staring coldly at the old man's back, Zhao Sheng gathered power in his left arm and fiercely punched out.

Boom～

A seven-colored fire dragon, as thick as three people embracing, instantly separated from his fist, igniting the void, roaring as it struck toward the bald old man.

But at that moment, the bald old man seemed to perceive the anomaly behind him. Without turning his head, he flicked his right hand back, his fingers forming a flower-picking gesture, gently flicking, and countless golden finger arrows instantly appeared, slashing through the void and colliding head-on with the seven-colored fire dragon, exploding into a tumultuous roar.

Yet beneath the roaring explosion, silver-white arrow lights snuck through the chaos, appearing cunningly around Zhao Sheng from all sides, shooting toward him.

Startled, Zhao Sheng saw it was too late to dodge and immediately spun his body around. The Three Suns Intense Fire Banner emerged before him, and as the flag rotated with his body, a burst of blazing light instantly encapsulated him.

Boom boom boom!

Silver-white arrow lights bombarded the flag, causing it to tremble repeatedly but unable to breach the ancient treasure's defense.

Zhao Sheng manipulated the Three Suns Intense Fire Banner to swiftly flee a hundred miles while not forgetting to control the seven-colored true flames to transform into several fire spirits, tightly entangling the bald old man.

In a brief moment, the two exchanged merely a round, yet it left Zhao Sheng covered in a cold sweat.

The bald old man, with one hand wielding the Nianhua Buddha Light, endured the assault of the seven-colored true fire, while with the other hand, he plucked the bowstring, continuously firing silver-white arrow lights.

Simultaneously, his feet stepped upon the wooden fish below him in some mysterious rhythm, sending waves of dull wooden fish sound toward Zhao Sheng's divine soul.

The Xinghuang Wood Fish is an ancient Buddhist strange treasure, and the sound it emits can almost disregard all tangible or intangible defenses, directly shocking the soul of living beings, and is considered unresolvable!

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng possessed the Annihilation Grey Light, which is the purest power of destruction, capable of extinguishing any alien power in the world.

If not for its presence, he would likely be doomed!

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

Over a hundred silver-white arrow lights pierced through the wall of fire, pausing only briefly before continuing to shoot toward Zhao Sheng.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes, and the Ten Thousand Fire Tripod instantly expanded a thousand-fold, swirling layers of golden flowing flames, blocking all the incoming arrow lights.

Zhao Sheng and the bald old man were both rare Nascent Soul cultivators of the world. Having exchanged only a few rounds, they quickly adapted to each other's attack rhythms.

Though Zhao Sheng's cultivation was far less profound than the other's, he wielded heavy treasures and mastered countless secret techniques and divine skills, managing not to fall behind after a few exchanges with the bald old man.

As the battle between the two continued, each consumed a considerable amount of mana, and the bald old man's complexion gradually dulled.

"Amitabha Buddha!" This nameless old monk suddenly recited the Buddha's name again, and a White Bone Demon Suppression Mace suddenly slipped from his left sleeve.

This mace was about a foot long, with a tri-pronged pointed blade at the front, and the end consisted of three human skulls the size of fists. The skulls displayed three expressions of laughter, scorn, and anger, each with eyes flowing with two groups of Buddha Light, and a colorful Shariputra held in each mouth.

Seeing this object, Zhao Sheng's heart trembled violently because the features were so distinctive that he recognized it at a glance as the Three Demons Returning to Obscurity Mallet, also known as the Three Demons Entering Buddhism Returning to Obscurity Sacred Yuan Hatch!