The air instantly swelled to ten thousand zhang in height.

Behold! Polirti was ten thousand zhang tall, her entire form the color of the most unyielding ancient mountain rock—a deep, somber black-blue. Her feet were planted upon a colossal peak, whose various sections had blossomed into lotus shapes, upon which her massive feet rested securely.

Billows of earthy, yellow qi surged from all directions toward the mountain beneath Polirti’s feet, constantly pouring into her body. The skin and muscle of her exterior swelled and contracted, emitting the distinct 'crack-hiss' sound characteristic of rock subjected to rapid thermal expansion and contraction.

In the blink of an eye, Polirti’s upper body coarsened considerably due to the relentless influx of terrestrial qi. Her form flickered, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound of displaced air, as she transformed into her Dharma Aspect: six heads and one hundred and eight arms. Each of her arms gripped various heavy armaments—massive implements like Demon-Subduing Vajras, scepters, Lotus Wheels, and pagodas.

The hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Nine Nether Way surged forward like a tide, launching their assault upon Polirti. A torrent of black-blue currents churned around Polirti’s body, coalescing into a colossal vortex. Countless Immortal Arts, shimmering with flashes of light that filled the heavens, rushed toward her, only to be instantly swept into the dense, millstone-heavy, black-blue vortex, shattering every attack launched by the Nine Nether Way disciples into dust.

Occasionally, an Immortal Art of exceptional power managed to tear through the vortex of qi and strike Polirti, yet it merely left scattered flickers of light upon her skin, failing even to breach her hide. Polirti stood tall and proud in the mid-air, beams of sharp light flashing from her twelve eyes, her face etched with disdainful mockery. "Feeble mortals, foolish ants! How could you possibly be my match?"

With a single sweep of one arm, another mountain, spanning a thousand li in circumference, descended upon them. This mountain was wreathed in the primal forces of water, fire, and wind, its momentum a thousand times more fierce and sharp than the previous one. Fu Ya-7Ming merely sneered, raising her right hand to meet the descending massif.

A jade-white spiritual light erupted from the center of Fu Ya-7Ming’s palm, instantly transforming into a colossal hand that grasped at the mountain smashing down from above. The mountain, however, began to shrink, compressing down until it was merely a few hundred zhang across, hurtling toward the great hand—a phantom conjured by Fu Ya-7Ming's nascent Dharma Spirit—trailing a tail of flame from its rapid friction with the air.

With a cold snort, Fu Ya-7Ming settled her stance, her body sinking rapidly below the earth up to her waist. Fortunately, she swiftly employed the Buddhist Vajra Great Strength Technique to stabilize herself, otherwise she would have been crushed into the earth’s core by the immense power descending from the void.

The mountain, compressed to less than a hundred zhang, was seized by the great hand manifested from white light. After falling a few hundred meters with effort, it slowly halted in the air. Polirti’s expression shifted slightly; a sharp glint flashed in her eyes as she fiercely pointed a finger at the mountain.

From the mountain’s core, a great surge of earth-yellow lightning suddenly burst forth—thirty-six consecutive bolts erupted from the mountain's base.

The great hand formed of white light was bombarded until it shook precariously. As the lightning exploded, the hand grew noticeably fainter. Fu Ya-7Ming’s body trembled slightly. Her hand seals shifted rapidly, and she pointed toward the suspended hand in the void. A streak of golden Buddhist light suddenly shot out from the white-light hand, instantly summoning a Nine-Petal Golden Lotus Platform that soared upward, enveloping the mountain peak in brilliant, golden Buddhist flames.

Uttering a Six-Syllable True Mantra, Fu Ya-7Ming fixed her eyes upon Polirti. Innumerable karma-fire golden lightning bolts rained down from the Golden Lotus Platform, striking the mountain until it was blasted into ash and smoke, dispersing as fine dust. Polirti’s massive body shuddered violently. "Little woman, you have some skill!" Polirti coldly sneered, focusing nearly all her attention on Fu Ya-7Ming.

A disciple of the Nine Nether Way, one who was nearly standing at the threshold of the Great Overarching Golden Immortal realm, stealthily guided hundreds of fellow disciples to a position behind Polirti. These hundreds of disciples used the Secret Art of the Hundred Rivers Returning to the Source, pouring all their magical power into the leading disciple, forcibly granting him the power equivalent to a First-Grade Great Overarching Golden Immortal.

Reluctantly expending his vital essence, the Nine Nether Way disciple coughed out nine mouthfuls of blood. With a sweep and a draw of his hands, he unleashed the esoteric spell, ‘Geng Metal Bladed Wave of a Hundred Folds,’ sending it forth. The Geng Metal spiritual qi in the heavens and earth fluctuated violently, instantly condensing into a golden scimitar a thousand zhang long, which descended to cleave Polirti’s head.

The formation of the golden saber took but an instant, but the disciple spent a quarter of an hour weaving the incantations. Such a high-powered spell requiring such a long casting time would never be used in any battle unless one side was besieged by tens of thousands. Had this disciple faced Polirti alone, the quarter-hour spent chanting would have been enough time for Polirti to kill him a hundred thousand times over.

Yet, now, with hundreds of thousands besieging Polirti, she could scarcely spare attention for an insignificant speck who had barely reached the Great Overarching Golden Immortal realm through a secret art. The rapidly formed golden saber, possessing the offensive power of a First-Grade Great Overarching Golden Immortal, was ignored by Polirti; she merely offered a cold, disdainful laugh.

Clang! With a resounding boom, the golden saber struck Polirti’s neck. It only managed to send up a shower of sparks. Polirti’s formidable physique did not suffer even a single hair to be singed; rather, the golden saber, formed of Geng Metal qi, was shattered by the recoil.

Specks of golden light shot outward in all directions. Each speck rapidly absorbed the surrounding Geng Metal qi in the void. In the blink of an eye, these motes of light converged inward, now carrying ten times the Geng Metal qi of their original mass, and reformed into a brand-new golden scimitar.

The newly formed golden saber was about one-tenth smaller than the previous one, yet several times brighter and several times sturdier, its power more than ten times greater. The glittering, icy blade let out a strange shriek as it tore through the air and slammed brutally down onto Polirti’s neck.

At that moment, Fu Ya-7Ming unleashed dozens of Buddhist Demon-Subduing Truth Mantras, showering Polirti from above. Polirti, complacent in her triumph, allowed these golden-flamed Buddhist mantras to strike her body. Her formidable physique remained completely unmarred. She crowed in satisfaction, smugly informing Fu Ya-7Ming that all Buddhist Demon-Subduing divine abilities were useless against her.

Her true body was immensely powerful, and having immersed herself in Buddhist Dharma for measureless eons, Polirti possessed supreme resistance to Buddhist incantations. Ordinary spells cast by Bodhisattvas and Buddhas hardly bothered her.

Fu Ya-7Ming paid no mind to Polirti’s boasts. She summoned the Azure Lotus Heaven-Enveloping Banner, conjuring a tempest of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning that swept across the battlefield. An azure tide of energy enveloped the fray, sending countless Buddhist Taboo Arts and Daoist Thunder Laws falling like mere raindrops upon Polirti.

Because her opponent was an ancient sacred being like Polirti, Fu Ya-7Ming dared not waste time casting high-powered Immortal Arts, instead constantly bombarding Polirti with her fastest, albeit weakest, taboo spells. Similarly, Polirti was wary of wasting time on grand forbidden techniques. Her gaze followed Fu Ya-7Ming’s movements meticulously, watching every gesture. Occasionally, she summoned a mountain from the void to hurl at Fu Ya-7Ming—this was her most familiar innate divine ability, the one she could activate the fastest. Thus, the two remained locked in a stalemate, and the golden saber smoothly cleaved down upon Polirti’s neck once more. Another burst of sparks erupted, but Polirti’s neck showed no mark. The golden saber shattered again.

Innumerable streaks of golden light sprayed out, and in less than a trillionth of a second, they converged inward, carrying about ten times their mass in Geng Metal spiritual qi, reforming into another pristine golden scimitar. This time, the formed saber was already over a hundred times more powerful than the first one conjured by the Nine Nether Way disciple. The golden saber now looked like solid, cast gold, glittering coldly and terrifyingly. The golden blade carved an arc through the void and struck Polirti’s neck with brutal force. Another mighty crash sounded, the saber disintegrated, and Polirti remained completely unaffected.

After nine such repetitions, the power of the formed saber reached the level of an attack launched by a Middle-Grade Great Overarching Golden Immortal. After eighteen repetitions, the saber’s power was equivalent to that of a High-Grade Great Overarching Golden Immortal. Upon its twenty-seventh reformation, the chillingly bright blade had turned purplish-gold and silently sliced across Polirti’s neck. A torrent of golden blood shot toward the heavens; four of Polirti’s six heads were severed in that single strike.

Polirti was deeply horrified. She shrieked, violently raising a shield shaped like a small mountain she held, slamming it heavily against the golden saber.

Clang! The massive impact resonated so powerfully that the hundreds of thousands of surrounding Nine Nether Way disciples clutched their ears and scrambled backward. Some disciples who had positioned themselves too close to Polirti were actually struck by the sheer shockwave, bleeding from their orifices and nearly blowing apart.

Polirti’s shield was pierced clean through by the saber strike, and nine of her arms were severed. Golden blood sprayed everywhere. Polirti stared at the agile, dragon-like golden saber dancing through the air with stark panic, crying out in shock, "What other demonic immortal art is this? How can the spell of an ant, someone who isn't even a Great Overarching Golden Immortal, harm me?"

Fu Ya-7Ming sneered proudly. Raising her head, she laughed, "Polirti, you underestimated my Nine Nether Way! The Nine Nether Way inherits the ancient tradition of the Jie School and possesses countless secret arts. Never underestimate any disciple of the Nine Nether Way; their manifested secret arts might just be the thing that ends your life!"

This Geng Metal Bladed Wave of a Hundred Folds Immortal Spell released by the Nine Nether Way disciple was an ancient, secret inheritance obtained by the Corpse Emperor from a sliver of divine thought left by the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning within the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. It was a fundamental technique of the Jie School. If this spell were cultivated to its utmost depth, combined with sufficient Primordial-grade materials, it could forge the 'Blood-Transforming Divine Saber.'

During the ancient War of Deification, Yu Hua, whose cultivation was merely average, relied on the Blood-Transforming Divine Saber forged by his master Yu Wu to severely injure the ancient gods Nezha and Lei Zhenzi. Except for Yang Jian, who managed a narrow escape after taking a single blow, others were simply no match. This clearly showed the tyrannical sharpness of the Blood-Transforming Divine Saber. As the foundation for forging this saber, the power contained within the Geng Metal Bladed Wave of a Hundred Folds spell was immeasurable.

Never mind an attack cast by someone approaching the Great Overarching Golden Immortal realm; even an ordinary Heavenly Immortal casting this spell could threaten a Great Overarching Golden Immortal. The secret arts of the Jie School were often vicious, bizarre, and terrifyingly powerful; the Geng Metal Bladed Wave of a Hundred Folds was a prime example.

This was only the twenty-seventh reformation of the golden saber. To fully forge the Blood-Transforming Divine Saber, the saber needed to be reformed one hundred and eight times, at which point the finished spell-saber would be infused into the prepared divine saber body and tempered with blood poison to achieve the notorious might of the Blood-Transforming Divine Saber.

The fact that twenty-seven reformations could wound Polirti was astonishing. If this spell were truly perfected at one hundred and eight reformations, even ancient Buddhas would hesitate to withstand its full power. This spell was simply too overbearing, its power too terrifying.

Hearing Fu Ya-7Ming’s sharp words, Polirti grew somewhat flustered. She flailed her arms, wielding her various weapons to intercept the incessant, whistling golden saber strikes. However, after twenty-seven reformations, the saber’s power was equivalent to an attack from a peak Great Overarching Golden Immortal—enough to injure Polirti’s physical body. The golden saber danced wildly, severing Polirti’s arms one after another.

Polirti cursed in fury. She abruptly raised thirty-six arms, and a mass of black-blue flames ignited within them, instantly incinerating those arms. She muttered several demonic incantations, and by sacrificing her limbs, she instantly traded for a surge of immense power from the unseen depths.

Tens of thousands of points of light flashed in the void, followed by the dull roar of rushing air as tens of thousands of mountains, each several li high, descended. These mountains were wrapped in rolling, black-red, glazed Nirvanic Buddha Flames, trailing long streaks of lightning and thunder clouds as they plummeted from the high heavens. The aura emanating from each mountain was equivalent to the full-power strike of a High-Grade Great Overarching Golden Immortal.

After unleashing this immensely powerful and wide-ranging attack, Polirti’s face paled even beneath her monstrous flames, and she swayed, nearly falling. The deadly golden saber, whistling sharply, angled across and sheared off eight of Polirti’s remaining dozens of arms, leaving a massive, hideous gash upon her body. Great plumes of golden blood erupted, and Polirti shrieked, focusing all her attention on that fatal golden saber.

She spat out layers of black-blue lotuses that shielded her body. Each lotus was dim and lusterless, yet heavier than Mount Tai. The golden blood spewing from Polirti’s body was entirely absorbed by these lotuses, making their coloration deepen and thicken.

As the countless mountains descending from the void were about to bring devastating destruction upon the Yafike Imperial Capital Star and its surrounding star systems, Fu Ya-7Ming roared. A beam of golden Buddhist light shot up from above her head, and a golden Bodhisattva body, ten thousand zhang tall, possessing three heads and six arms, completely adorned with necklaces and precious jewels, slowly ascended amidst billions of rays of light. This golden form held a rope, a moon wheel, an empty vase, a lotus, a willow branch, and a jewel in its six hands.

This Bodhisattva body coiled the rope around its waist. The free hand grasped at the void, seizing the Azure Lotus Heaven-Enveloping Banner, which was spinning like an azure torrent across the sky. The jade-white arm of the peerlessly beautiful, dignified, and majestic golden form waved, causing the Azure Lotus Heaven-Enveloping Banner to shoot forth countless streams of chaotic energy. Each stream of chaotic energy carried nine azure-gold lotus flowers, rushing skyward like a reverse meteor shower.

The void erupted in brilliant light. Every nine lotus flowers formed a pin-shaped lotus platform to support one of the mountains falling from the high heavens. The tens of thousands of mountains summoned by Polirti, who had spared no effort by sacrificing her physical body for massive demonic power, had descended barely ten li before they could harm a single Nine Nether Way disciple, only to be neutralized by Xiao Ya-7Ming, who manifested one of the Three Wisdom Bodies and utilized the Azure Lotus Heaven-Enveloping Banner.

A soft laugh echoed. A streak of azure light flew up from above Fu Ya-7Ming’s head, and a female immortal in a flowing, celestial gown emerged from the light. The female immortal, holding the Azure Mire Vase, spun the mouth of the vase with her right hand. Countless streams of pure qi, accompanied by melodious celestial sounds, shot rapidly from within the vase. Each stream of pure qi wrapped around one of the mountains rolling with Nirvanic Buddha Flames, rapidly drawing them into the vase.

Polirti, who was intensely focused on defending against the golden saber’s attack, suddenly let out a savage grin. She turned back and shouted madly at Fu Ya-7Ming, "You fell for it!"

A damaged arm pointed toward Fu Ya-7Ming, and Polirti roared, "Explode!"

Polirti intended to magically detonate those tens of thousands of mountains. If these mountains, each equivalent to the full strike of a High-Grade Great Overarching Golden Immortal, exploded near Fu Ya-7Ming’s body, she, who was not skilled in body refinement, would likely suffer misfortune, even protected by the Azure Lotus Heaven-Enveloping Banner.

Fu Ya-7Ming smiled faintly. The Bodhisattva-in-sacrifice waved the willow branch in its hand across the surrounding void, lightly spitting out a single word: "Condense."

The void filled with a great Buddhist light, forming a three-foot-tall Sarira Light Stupa around the Azure Mire Vase. Ripples constantly lit up the outside of the stupa as the magical fluctuations sent by Polirti were firmly blocked by the Buddhist Immovable Sumeru Taboo, holding them outside the Azure Mire Vase. No matter how many times Polirti shifted the fluctuations—three thousand six hundred times in an instant—the Immovable Sumeru Taboo remained utterly steadfast, impervious to external demonic intrusion.

A sound of surging water came from within the Azure Mire Vase; those tens of thousands of mountains had already been dissolved by the spiritual energy inside. Vast amounts of pure spiritual energy continuously poured out from the vase, transforming into visible azure light currents that gradually flowed into Fu Ya-7Ming’s body. Fu Ya-7Ming’s slightly fatigued face instantly became radiant; the spiritual energy from the Azure Mire Vase instantly replenished her consumption.

Energetic and refreshed, Fu Ya-7Ming looked at Polirti, who was utterly harried by the golden saber, and burst into loud laughter. The golden statue above her head waved its arms and shouted, "Sons of the Nine Nether Way, heed my command! Attack with the strongest Immortal Arts you have mastered!"

The hundreds of thousands of Nine Nether Way disciples retreated, leaving only forty-two fellow disciples whose cultivation was the strongest, all already at the Great Overarching Golden Immortal realm.

These forty-two demon immortals, disregarding Polirti’s possible retaliation, treaded the void, forming constellations and ceaselessly chanting incantations. After a full quarter of an hour, these forty-two demon immortals simultaneously unleashed their attacking Immortal Spell: the Geng Metal Bladed Wave of a Hundred Folds Immortal Spell, uniform across the board!

The remaining two heads of Polirti’s face turned ashen. She looked at the earliest golden saber that was steadily tearing apart the protective lotuses she had conjured, and then at the forty-two newly reformed golden sabers flying toward her. Trembling violently, she screamed to the heavens, "Where are my Guardian Gods?"

Fu Ya-7Ming was slightly startled. She quickly peered toward the distant void and saw over a million dense black dots appearing from nowhere, brandishing miscellaneous weapons and surging toward them chaotically.

As they drew nearer, these black dots were revealed to be sacred beings, about ten zhang tall, with python heads, human bodies, and clad in black-blue whale-scale armor.

Fu Ya-7Ming sighed softly. "The Great Python God Mahoraga, Lady Mahasri—they have been quite diligent these past years, managing to ambush this many people in the Spiral Star Domain. How many can she bring into the Spiral Star Domain each time?"

The divine ability of Lady Mahasri to enter and exit various realms unrestricted by any prohibition was innate. As her Daoist arts and divine abilities deepened, she could bring a small retinue with her across various restrictions. However, in a star-scape protected by the Great Formation of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, like the Spiral Star Domain, she could bring in no more than three people at a time! Over a million Mahoragas! Lady Mahasri would have to travel in and out of the Spiral Star Domain hundreds of thousands of times to deliver them all.

Therefore, Fu Ya-7Ming admired Lady Mahasri’s diligence, truly working hard and sparing no sweat or blood for the protection of the Heavens.

With a few cold laughs, Fu Ya-7Ming waved her hand, and vast swathes of golden light and purple qi suddenly descended. Nearly ten million Heavenly Soldiers and Generals surged out from the Thirty-Three Heavens surrounding the Yafike Imperial Capital Star. They formed the Heaven’s Net and Earth’s Trap Grand Formation, bringing forth auspicious lights and colorful clouds, shouting battle cries, sounding horns, and beating war drums. They densely occupied a vast territory spanning a thousand li, their battle intent soaring high as they charged toward the Mahoragas.

Fu Ya-7Ming coldly mocked the stunned Polirti, "Didn't you claim to have mapped out the reality of my Spiral Star Domain? What do you think of my hidden force here? Are they considered elite? Is their combat strength formidable?"

Polirti remained speechless for a long time. The countless lotuses around her, harder than iron, were being cleaved one by one by the golden saber. She was too busy spitting lotuses to protect herself to bother arguing with Fu Ya-7Ming.

Fu Ya-7Ming laughed coldly. "This is the core territory of my Nine Nether Way. If you dare cause trouble here, you can forget about ever leaving."

Her eyes turned icy, and Fu Ya-7Ming ferociously roared, "Since you have come, stay put. Polirti, you will either become our prisoner or perish here—you have no other choice!" Polirti glared coldly at Fu Ya-7Ming and laughed sharply, "Little Empress, you underestimate me too much!"

With a few coughs, Pòlǐ Típí began murmuring strange incantations. Fúyǎ Qīmíng heard clearly that Pòlǐ Típí was speaking an archaic form of Sanskrit. She couldn't grasp the exact meaning of Pòlǐ Típí's spells, only that the name of Brahma was repeatedly invoked within them. Vast plumes of black energy erupted continuously from within Pòlǐ Típí's body.

The forty-three golden blades continuously shooting at Pòlǐ Típí were instantly stained by the black miasma, acquiring murky, rust-like blemishes, and their flight speed abruptly decelerated by several times.

Fúyǎ Qīmíng started, hastily commanding all the disciples of the Jiǔyōu Dao and the outer Heavenly Soldiers and Generals to maintain vigilance.

Suddenly, large swathes of silver light flashed wildly in the void. The intense starlight condensed by the Tiāngāng Dìshā Star Formation of the Spiral Galaxy was abruptly ripped open by some colossal object. Accompanied by a sound like surging ocean tides of starlight rolling back, Fúyǎ Qīmíng and the others saw an immense, unparalleled black fish rapidly swimming toward them from the horizon, shaking its head and tail as it tore through the starlight.

The dense, almost tangible starlight offered no resistance to the great fish’s advance. It surged forward with astonishing speed, a hundred times faster than the light-speed escape of a Dàluó Jīnxiān, and in an instant, it reached the vicinity of the Yàfēikè Imperial Capital. Pòlǐ Típí, entirely shrouded in black smoke, laughed triumphantly. "If Goddess Lakshmi does not come, then one of Vishnu's Ten Avatars has arrived. Excellent, this concubine is pleased!" One of Vishnu’s Ten Avatars, the great Fish Incarnation that saved the progenitor of humanity during the great Cataclysmic Flood, appears today...mF

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