Chapter 1766: Chapter 840: The Fall of Spirit Mountain
"Buddha, Savior Bodhisattva has been suppressed at the Spirit Mountain Demon Suppression Tower." Pu Xian Bodhisattva stepped forward to the Buddha, hands clasped, bowing as he reported.
At first, they indeed trapped Savior Bodhisattva within the Secret Realm before them, but to prevent him from contacting Moluo and others, they secretly suppressed him.
Of course, this news is limited to a few Bodhisattvas and the Buddha, while others still believe Savior Bodhisattva is trapped here, waiting for Chen Yuan to arrive.
As for the reason, naturally, they didn’t want the confrontation to take place in Spirit Mountain, after all, they were well aware of how terrifying such a celestial showdown can be, with the sky and earth collapsing in an instant.
Even the Spirit Mountain Holy Land couldn’t withstand the residual waves of the Immortals.
"Good."
The Buddha nodded slightly.
"I just don’t know if that devil will actually come..." Pharmacist Liuli Bodhisattva frowned, somewhat hesitant, after all, this is all too obvious, and anyone can see it’s a deliberately set trap.
"Chen Yuan’s nature is arrogant, now extraordinarily powerful, he won’t regard Spirit Mountain as anything significant, even if he knows it’s a trap, he will come. Perhaps...
In his view, this might be the chance to capture Spirit Mountain all at once."
Pu Xian Bodhisattva spoke.
In terms of understanding, Pu Xian considers himself quite familiar with this person’s nature, after all, he was once the State Preceptor of the Great Jin Dynasty, having met Chen Yuan many times.
"What Pu Xian said...." The Buddha was about to nod when suddenly, an artifact within his sleeve trembled violently. His brows furrowed as he took it out, and his expression changed immediately.
He exclaimed in a deep voice:
"Not good!"
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Time rolled back a quarter of an hour earlier, in the void before Spirit Mountain, suddenly began to distort, like a calm water surface rippling, the surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy quivering slightly.
Gradually they began to converge.
In an instant, a portal of several meters in size quietly formed.
Wearing a black robe with serpentine patterns, long hair tied, Chen Yuan slowly stepped out of the portal, looking at the towering golden mountain before him, a faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
At this time, within Spirit Mountain, the Buddhist chant continued uninterrupted, resembling an Immortal Realm.
The Buddha waited at the predetermined location, but Chen Yuan chose to go against the norm, directly infiltrating!
Indeed, he was quite confident, without any fear of the Buddha, but this didn’t mean he would obediently step into their planned trap.
He chose to directly attack the Mountain Gate!
Moluo initially had concerns about the safety of Savior Bodhisattva due to this suggestion, but Chen Yuan confidently assured him that the Buddha’s purpose was to lure them here.
Rather than just killing Pu Xian Bodhisattva, if that were truly the case, they would have acted long ago, instead of merely trapping for over half a month.
As long as they didn’t enter the trap, Savior Bodhisattva would remain safe.
This quelled Moluo’s concerns, leading him to support Chen Yuan’s approach.
Following Chen Yuan, the old Heavenly Master of Wudang Mountain and Moluo also appeared one by one, finally, Jiang He, Yang Huatian, Li Suqing, three Yang God True Monarchs, lined up before Spirit Mountain.
"It hasn’t really changed since before." The old Heavenly Master looked ahead, sighing.
When he was young, he wasn’t one to remain stable either; apart from the Southern Border, he traveled through the Western Regions, Northern Barbarians, and East Sea, treating it as a journey of training.
He had witnessed the majesty of Spirit Mountain.
In terms of grandeur, indeed worthy of being the number one Immortal Sect!
Compared to it, Wudang Immortal Mountain fell far short.
"Indeed...."
Moluo’s eyes held some reminiscence, as if returning hundreds of years back. At that time, he was the head of the four major Bodhisattvas of Spirit Mountain, highly regarded by the Buddha, and barring accidents.
He would be the next Spirit Mountain Buddha.
Sadly, he eventually took an opposing path, leading to his imprisonment for over two hundred years.
Today, he finally returned!
However, Chen Yuan, Jiang He, and the others didn’t have much to nostalgically lament, at most marveling at the magnificence of Spirit Mountain, indeed extraordinary.
At a glance, Spirit Mountain rose several thousand meters, piercing the clouds, surrounded by the sound of countless people chanting scriptures. An ordinary person who comes here would naturally feel at peace.
Feel inclined to renounce the secular world.
Of course, this wasn’t genuine intention, but due to the allure of the Buddhist chant, the longer one listens, the more their mental realm leans towards the Buddhist path, which is the reason Central Plains Martial Artists resist the Buddhist sect.
No matter if you are willing or not, if you can’t resist, you’ll tend towards the Buddhist sect; who can withstand that?
The surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy was exceedingly dense, comparable to Secret Realm, rivaling the vicinity of the Immortal Mountain in Martial Emperor City. Clearly, there also exists a massive Primordial Crystal Vein here.
Even if not always here, it must have already formed.
"Let’s move, it’s time for this thousand-year-old Spirit Mountain to experience what fear truly is!" Chen Yuan’s mouth curved into a faint smile.
Jiang He and others nodded in agreement.
The next moment, Jiang He, Yang Huatian, Li Suqing all moved simultaneously, an overwhelming pressure instantly enveloped heaven and earth, sweeping through the Human World, oppressing the golden mountain.
Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy erupted, endless storms rolled, strands of Sword Qi transformed into long rivers, directly rushing down.
"Impudent, what devil dares to disturb my Spirit Mountain!" An ancient voice resounded through the void, a golden giant palm expanded, shattering the boundless Sword Qi.
Within Spirit Mountain, several beams of light condensed, several elderly monks with floating figures gathered in the void, exuding powerful auras, surprisingly reaching the realm of Yang God.
