Chapter 1185: 466: Divine Transformation Duel!
Fishing Moon in the Well!
Departure from Southern Heaven Gate (6K) Chapter 1185: 466: Divine Transformation Duel!
Fishing Moon in the Well!
Departure from Southern Heaven Gate (6K) “Show mercy,” once these words were uttered, the glowing elder was enveloped in more majestic and ethereal “Power of Faith Incense Fire,” as if the heavens and earth were resonating for it.
The spread of this energy seemed to extend beyond the Evergreen Pavilion into the entirety of Evergreen Peak.
“Venerable Mingguang, this disciple of yours harbors ill intentions; you cannot save her today.”
As soon as these words fell, suddenly, from nowhere, a dazzling white light burst forth like a treasured saber, cleaving through the densely packed majestic “Power of Faith Incense Fire.”
The glowing elder furiously shouted, formed a hand seal, and pointed; the blinding white light transformed into countless figures that bowed forward.
Under this bow!
With a loud crash that shook the heavens and earth, the incoming white light exploded in the air.
After that, rounds of heart-shaking thunder resounded.
“A Heavenly Destiny Scourge from the Heavenly Dao Sect?”
The elder, whose body was condensed with thick white light, looked solemn as he looked up at the split breach in the Evergreen Pavilion’s roof.
By then, the pavilion was already filled with the power of thunder and lightning arcs, and all the furnishings had been swept away and smashed to pieces.
The elder turned his head back.
Saintess Mingguang and the two great Elders, all severely affected mentally and even their Divine Spirits were disturbed, were now unconscious, at death’s door, if not already fatally injured.
“Fighting Longevity Monarch, you’ve gone too far!”
The elder’s face instantly turned dark and grim; his figure released an atmosphere that seemed to stop the airflow around him.
With a sweep of his sleeve, he stepped forward.
In an instant, the glowing figure passed through the breach, appearing in the high skies above the Longevity Sect.
“It seems you’ve indeed achieved Divine Transformation, but to injure my sect’s people so recklessly right after, do you not care about Venerable Mingguang at all!”
As the elder’s voice reached its climax, it seemed to come from the void, and suddenly, with a boom, the entire sky flashed with lightning, darkening and brightening intermittently.
The entire Longevity Thirteen Peaks shook tremendously, causing many disciples to run out of the buildings, horror-stricken as they looked up at the scene above.
“Venerable Mingguang!”
Both Su Yanyan and Xing Huiguang flew out, intending to send a message to the elder in the high sky.
A strong, domineering Divine Will swept across the heaven and earth, quickly gathering and immediately crushing their attempt to communicate.
“It was your Longevity Sect’s Fifth Ancestor who was rude first!”
The force pushed both Su Yanyan and Xing Huiguang backward, shaking their spirits.
Originally clear skies suddenly turned dim, with feeble sunlight, a dusky atmosphere enveloping the place.
The initial elder that rose to the sky suddenly dissolved, scattering rays of light.
Each ray of light was that of a praying figure, accompanied by a chorus of prayers, giving an illusory sense of beauty.
Another figure radiating daunting white light, holding a cane, suddenly stepped forward from the dense points of light, spreading an incredibly powerful and terrifying aura.
Deity Transformation Dao Lord!
The entire Longevity Sect fell into a state of suppression and silence at this moment; everyone was terrified, as if ants panicked at the arrival of a giant beast threatening their nest.
However, just then, a vibrant five-colored cloud suddenly stretched across the dim sky, like a beautiful tapestry, vivid and colorful.
This cloud enveloped most of the sky, resembling a vast, magnificent silk satin, dispelling the gloom over the Longevity Thirteen Peaks and bringing back the sunlight to all the frightened people, inexplicably comforting them.
“Venerable Mingguang, since your sect’s Holy Maiden dared to harm deliberately, she should bear the consequences.”
From within the colorful cloud, Chen Dengming’s calm and authoritative voice emerged.
The massive cloud, gathered from Spiritual Energy, quickly condensed, revealing the figure of a man with white hair at his temples enveloped in vast and majestic Spiritual Might, undeniably a match for the cane-holding elder.
Seeing the white-haired man, all Longevity disciples, including the managing Elders, were overjoyed, shouting their respects to The Fifth Ancestor.
“Master Five,” Xing Huiguang’s lips trembled, his expression shocked and excited, then corrected himself, “He really achieved Divine Transformation.”
“Indeed,” Su Yanyan also nodded uncontrollably with excitement.
Although they had known about Chen Dengming’s Divine Transformation breakthrough, seeing it in person still stirred their emotions, feeling the release from the years of pressure they had endured, immensely relaxed and reassured.
As for dealing with Venerable Mingguang, given their years of trust in Chen Dengming, they believed even an established Divine Transformation expert like Venerable Mingguang could not threaten his safety.
For transcendents at the level of Divine Transformation, as long as life was not in danger, major issues would be reduced to minor ones, and minor issues would be resolved.
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Down at Evergreen Peak, Elders from the Yongxin Sword Sect like Du Bolin felt fortunate.
Fortunately, they had only cooperated with the Mingguang Sect in applying pressure and had not taken things too far; otherwise, they would definitely have been among those seriously injured now.
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At this moment, high in the sky, Chen Dengming appeared atop the fiery-red clouds, his Giant Deer Robe clinging to his figure, his sleeves fluttering, his white temples dancing, exuding an aura of Grandmaster.
One man, occupying half the sky, gathered clouds to shelter the Longevity Sect from the storms; if not completely shielding the world, at least he could protect the sect.
Across from him, in the churning murky clouds illuminated by blinding white light, Venerable Mingguang, holding his cane, stood in stark opposition, his face losing its usual smile, coldly transmitting his message.