Boom!
The ultimate eruption!
Completely crossed that critical point!
The pillars of light on the surface of the four Great Realms, after a moment of extreme brilliance, finally completed their mission. As the surrounding Chaos Origin Substance's proliferation speed abruptly plummeted, these pillars silently retracted, dimmed, and extinguished…
In front of the Canlong Realm, the Buddha's light was vast.
Reaching out with a Buddha's Hand, the Tianshang Buddha Lord who was heavily striking the Canlong Realm sensed something at this moment, and couldn't hide his shock and anger:
"Duanhai Cliff!"
He instinctively looked towards the direction of Duanhai Cliff.
The high walls that once seemed impossible to cross were now collapsing at a terrifying speed, as far as the eye could see!
The whirlpool in the center, like an abyss, was rapidly devouring all the walls around it.
Corresponding to this, the Chaos Origin Substance surrounding the four Great Realms near Duanhai Cliff, like a tornado, frantically surged towards the whirlpool, as if there was a vast void behind those broken walls, sucking everything here away.
And accompanying all of this, at this moment, the Tianshang Buddha Lord's heart suddenly surged with an overwhelming sense of weakness!
As if the vitality was being rapidly drawn out from a creature.
On his massive yellow-clad Buddha body, the three great Dharma Realms that were once completely unified, at this moment uncontrollably began to show faint afterimages.
Reclining Buddha, Seated Buddha, Standing Buddha…
"Duanhai Cliff has been breached!?"
"No!"
"Impossible!"
At this moment, the Tianshang Buddha Lord realized something, his face dramatically changing colors!
He does not fear death and failure, personal life and death, honor or disgrace, is empty to him; he doesn't care at all, but he fears that with his failure, the painstaking efforts of generations of Supreme True Buddhas would be in vain!
However, the rapid collapse of Duanhai Cliff didn't shift according to his will.
The collapse of Duanhai Cliff caused the supply in the tubes that resembled blood vessels in the surrounding void to rapidly thin out.
Also, the grand, vast aura around him rapidly fell.
Finally, the yellow-clad Buddha body transitioned from solid to void, gradually dimmed, until it disappeared, and then the Reclining Buddha first emerged, followed by the Seated Buddha, the Standing Buddha…
The palm striking the Canlong Realm also weakened rapidly at the moment it touched the Canlong Realm.
Boom!
The Buddha's Hand collided with the formation self-arranged on the surface of the Canlong Realm. Despite being significantly weakened, the Buddha's light surged greatly, then rapidly engulfed the entire Canlong Realm and the three great Dharma Realms at the same time…
Amidst this chaos.
A stream of golden-red light darted in from the Void of the Realm Sea from the distance at the last possible moment, rushing into the Buddha light.
In the next instant, golden-red Blood Energy exploded.
The entire body coated in golden red, Chong Hua carried the wrecked Canlong Realm, under the shocked and both thrilled gazes of Wang Ba and everyone else, in an instant flew through the air with hands behind his back, then casually tossed the Canlong Realm into the void next to the Cloud Sky Realm.
The gusty wind roared, causing his robes to flap loudly.
Chong Hua's expression unchanged, seemingly sensing something, his gaze slightly shifted, in that instant crossing a great distance, exchanging a glance with Wang Ba who had been rescued by Yao Wudi near the Duanhai Cliff.
The gaze was calm, seeming to have no exchange, yet as if within that moment, completed all conversations.
Then turned around, looked at the fading Buddha light originally near the Canlong Realm.
The golden double pupils slightly rotated, adding a bit of aloofness and a trace of solemnity.
At the same time.
In the Cloud Sky Realm, Void Demon Realm, and Eastern Luli Buddha Realm, figures flew out silently.
Bai Lechan, Zhang Bokai, Chen Zhongqi, Xiahou Demon, Shen Fu, Kong Zen, Yan Poluo…
Their auras were exhausted, yet their expressions were all solemn.
Behind them, the few Crossing Tribulation cultivators flew outward, faces showing deep apprehension, staring at that group of Buddha light, yet dared not make any rash movements, feeling inexplicably heavy-hearted, as if a massive boulder pressed upon their chests, unable to breathe.
Fanming's massive body finally descended into the void not far from the four Great Realms.
The wings slightly stalled, suspended in mid-air.
On his back, Zhao Feng, Qiao Zhongxu, Chongyuan Patriarch and the few other Crossing Tribulation cultivators still somewhat energized swiftly recovered, flying into the air, meanwhile, over a dozen figures quickly flew out from the four Domains, all of them were Crossing Tribulation cultivators.
Among them, there was the Green-haired Child, a woman in red, and the Limp Taoist.
Swish!
With upper body bare, hair jet-black and flying, Yao Wudi's figure flashed, landing on the Sea of Chaos Realm side.
Beside him, stood Wang Ba in a blue robe.
He had just appeared, he couldn't help but look with surprise at those flying out from the Little Cang World.
"Wang Liu?"
"Senior Sister Yu? Taoist Man?"
The response to him were the surprised voices of Wang Liu and Yu Wuhen:
"Teacher!"
"Junior Brother!"
Wang Ba looked towards Yu Wuhen, then couldn't help but look at Wang Liu, shocked in his heart, just about to speak, when yet another figure flew out from the Little Cang World.
The face wasn't particularly beautiful, the waist wasn't particularly graceful, yet seeing this figure, Wang Ba was taken aback, uttering involuntarily:
"Junior Sister?!"
"Senior Brother!"
The person was Bu Chan, upon seeing Wang Ba, her eyes filled with concern, joy, hesitation, as if having thousands of words, ultimately choked back due to the situation at hand.
At this moment her aura also astonishingly increased like Wang Liu's, reaching the appearance of a late-stage Crossing Tribulation.
"It's that Nine-Colored Divine Soil!"
Wang Ba instantly understood.
Wang Liu was originally of Imperial Willow descent, transformed by the nourishment of Immortal Blood, and further nurtured by the Nine-Colored Divine Soil, achieving effects a day akin to a hundred days' worth of cultivation. Since he last was at the Sea of Chaos Realm, it's now been one to two centuries, a quick calculation, it would be comparable to ten to twenty thousand years.
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