With that single sword strike from Xuanyuan Jue, the entire world seemed to distort strangely. Those countless sword beams vanished without a trace in an instant. Yet, a sword intent, orders of magnitude more ferocious than before, radiated from that sole remaining beam. Feeling this intent, Yuan's brow furrowed tightly. He was still within Xuanyuan Jing's world. Although the sword beam appeared directly in front of him, no matter how he dodged, he could not escape this ultimate strike.

The wound in his chest continued to spray blood; Yuan couldn't spare a moment to tend to it. The Abi Sword and Yuantu Sword immediately returned to his hands, and he even recalled the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

A heaven-shaking surge of blood essence erupted from him. The Abi Sword and Yuantu Sword began to merge, instantly transforming into a semi-transparent demonic sword exuding a thick scent of gore.

"Sword of Destruction!" Facing the peerlessly strong blow, Yuan unleashed his own strike without reservation. A blood-red sword beam, sharper, more savage, and bloodier than before, rose to meet and heavily collide with that single sword beam.

"Rumble..." With a deafening roar, the seemingly formidable blood-red sword beam shattered instantly. The Tianjue Sword continued its descent directly towards Yuan. Yuan's expression shifted drastically. He tried to vibrate the demonic sword in his hand again, but the sword beam had already cleaved mercilessly into his body.

"Sssshhh..." With a slicing sound, Yuan's left arm was completely severed. Dark golden blood sprayed from the wound, and the razor-sharp sword energy shredded half of his body into pulp.

Had he not managed to shift his body slightly at the last moment, his entire form might have been reduced to fragments. Based on the Xuanyuan Sword and utilizing the power of the world he manifested, Xuanyuan Jing had pushed the might of the Tianjue Sword to its absolute limit—a power even the original Xuanyuan Jue could never have achieved.

As that sword finished its arc, the world Xuanyuan Jing had manifested also dissolved. The two figures floated in the air. Xuanyuan Jing stood in his embroidered robes, unmarked, but Yuan was a mess of wounds, barely recognizable; vast quantities of dark golden blood continuously poured from him, presenting a truly miserable sight.

Dozens of kilometers away from their battle, on an utterly ordinary cloud, Ye Jingyu, Liang Xiaoke, Bing Ming, Jiu Feng, Ni Bo, and all others who had reached the Zhou level stared dumbfounded at the distant fight. Hovering above their heads was the Kongtong Seal, radiating a five-colored light.

The Kongtong Seal was forged from the power of the Five Elements. Not only was its destructive power immense, but when used for concealment, it was an unparalleled treasure. Unless one's cultivation surpassed that of the Sage Fuxi, who forged the great seal in the past, it would be impossible to discover Ye Jingyu and the others.

"My goodness, this guy actually got this strong? The battle was completely one-sided?" Liang Xiaoke exhaled a smoke ring, speaking with utter disbelief. He truly hadn't expected Yuan to be reduced to such a state by Xuanyuan Jing's single sword strike so quickly.

Ye Jingyu remained silent, his gaze fixed coldly on Xuanyuan Jing, his destined strongest adversary.

However, Xi Yang’s eyes spewed raging flames. She clearly remembered the humiliation Xuanyuan Jing had inflicted upon her; had Ye Jingyu not arrived in time, she might have perished. Knowing she was no match for Xuanyuan Jing, she had restrained the urge to rush forward immediately.

As for the others, they too watched everything with wide-eyed shock. The ultimate confrontation between the strongest figures of the two alliances ended so swiftly?

Only Ni Bo’s eyes were filled with fighting spirit. Even though Xuanyuan Jing had reached the Yu level and possessed extraordinarily potent magical artifacts, Ni Bo still intensely desired to step forward and fight him.

"The battle isn't over; it's only just begun..." Just then, the usually silent Ye Jingyu suddenly spoke.

"Ah? Yuan is already..." Liang Xiaoke began to protest, about to point out how badly wounded Yuan was and how he couldn't possibly fight Xuanyuan Jing anymore, when he noticed streaks of golden light suddenly shooting out from Yuan’s body. Yes, this was pure, golden light, completely distinct from the dark gold radiance of the demons.

His injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, he was restored to his original state. Moreover, compared to his former somewhat pale complexion, his skin now carried a faint golden sheen, making him look much like those Arhats.

And the golden radiance emanating from him was identical to Buddhist light; Ye Jingyu could even sense an aura of compassion floating within it.

Liang Xiaoke's mouth had dropped open so wide that not only could an egg fit, but perhaps a living rabbit too.

Buddhism. This leader of the Earth Alliance, the son of the Lord of Destruction, this legendary Demon of Destruction, had actually learned the Dharma? He had comprehended Buddhism and used it to enter the Dao, achieving the Yu level? This... how could this be possible?

As those streams of golden light appeared, golden phantoms materialized in the sky one after another, accompanied by the sound of dragon roars. Golden lotus flowers sprang up from thin air...

The Devas, Nagas, Yakshas, Gandharvas, Asuras, Garudas, Kinnaras, and Mahoragas—the eight classes of Buddhist beings—all manifested. Not only that, but golden-bodied Arhats and revered Bodhisattvas also appeared within this golden realm.

Damn it, Yuan had become a Buddha? Yuan, the Demon of Destruction, had attained Buddhahood? His world was a Buddha Realm? Not only were Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke stunned, even Xuanyuan Jing stared, dumbfounded, at the compassionate-faced Yuan.

This... this... how is this possible? Buddhas, absent for so many years, reappeared in the Celestial Realm, and for them to reappear was one thing, but their inheritor was a demon? This...

A golden lotus materialized beneath Yuan's feet, and he stood upon it. His body shifted, and he sprouted four heads—one stern, one ferocious, one compassionate, and one placid. His body shifted again, and he manifested eight arms: one holding a sword, one a staff, one a pearl necklace (Yingluo), one an umbrella canopy, one a vajra, one a golden brick, and one a jade vase. He appeared enveloped in holy light, looking utterly majestic...

"Amitabha..." All four of Yuan's heads chanted the Buddhist salutation simultaneously. Immediately following, his four-headed, eight-armed form surged toward Xuanyuan Jing. In an instant, he was before Xuanyuan Jing, relentlessly smashing the Abi and Yuantu Swords, the Demon Subduing Vajra, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the golden brick, the Yingluo, and the umbrella canopy onto Xuanyuan Jing's body...

Facing Yuan's sudden transformation into a Buddha, even with Xuanyuan Jing's swift reactions, he was momentarily thrown into disarray. Before he could fully regain his senses, he was swept away by a blow from Yuan's staff...

(Well, the wicked demon has achieved Buddhahood, hehe. What game are those esteemed figures above playing? Brothers, War Soul is drawing to a close; all mysteries will be unveiled. In these final tens of days, let’s rush forward together! Shower me with golden bricks and recommendation votes! Four chapters delivered!)B