I Truly Am The Villian

"If Sidd Venerable insists on being obstinate, then let us battle!" Wu Qianjun declared, waving his hand grandly.

A boundless might radiated from his entire being.

He himself was merely a warrior of the Saint Vein Realm, but the Formation had forcibly elevated him to the Divine Vein Realm.

At this moment, including him, there were a total of six Divine Vein Realm powerhouses present.

As the aura around the six individuals surged to the skies.

The firmament seemed almost crushed under their collective pressure, and storms gathered briskly across the sky.

An aurora shot from halfway up the mountain, striking the warship above directly.

With a "boom,"

a large mushroom cloud rose slowly, the sound so loud it felt like their eardrums would burst.

When the aurora faded, everyone looked up again.

The warship of Buddha Country had completely fractured, breaking into several pieces and falling towards the ground.

Seeing this scene, the people of Buddha Country were all shaking with rage.

Taike Vasalaka was at the forefront, sitting cross-legged, with his hands clasped together.

He began to chant mysterious mantras.

As his chanting continued, behind him appeared the phantom of a great Buddha.

This Buddha was eight meters tall, with something of a gigantic outline.

He didn’t match the common image of the Buddha Ancestor in people’s minds.

There was no shaven head or kasaya.

Instead, he donned a white robe, his long hair fluttering in the wind.

A dash of youthful charm suffused his appearance.

Yet for some reason, when you saw this phantom, which lacked any Buddha-like majesty,

a subconscious voice would always tell you that this was indeed a Buddha.

A Buddha who cared not for mundane gazes,

a Buddha asking you to shed your naive beliefs, a truly enlightened Buddha.

Such was the impression he imparted.

In the moment that the Buddha’s phantom emerged, boundless might and a sky-reaching golden radiance burst forth.

"Arrogant Great Emperor!"

As the phantom appeared those who knew began whispering amongst themselves.

Some said that aside from World Venerable Yicheng, the Ancestor, the Arrogant Great Emperor could be considered Buddhism’s greatest forebear.

He, bearing Destiny, was to the Buddhism on the brink of the Abyss at that time what a sweet spring is to a parched throat.

He took the then frail Buddha Country and set it firmly on the right path.

Whenever people spoke of Buddhism, there were always one or two legends that couldn’t be bypassed.

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Seeing the phantom of the Arrogant Great Emperor, Wu Qianjun frowned slightly.

He waved his hand, and a black spear coalesced in his grasp.

The spear, with peerless sharpness, pierced through the layers of void, ultimately landing on the Buddha’s phantom.

The sound of "humming" resonated incessantly.

The Buddha only quivered for a moment, its radiance dimmed slightly.

With Taike Vasalaka’s mantras, the entire figure of the Buddha emanated boundless golden light.

The light spread gradually, aiming to envelop the entirety of Wuhua Temple within it.

"What is this?" someone from below asked, perplexed.

"The Light of the Buddha that enlightens all, a Vein Skill that purifies and disintegrates all things," replied Xu Zimei.

"It seems they have sensed the Formation here.

Once the Formation is purified and dissolved, those from Buddha Country will naturally gain the advantage."

As Xu Zimei finished speaking, the seven people behind Taike Vasalaka also sat down.

They recited the same scripture.

The same melodies of mantras interwove and engulfed half of the firmament.

The phantom of the Arrogant Great Emperor once again rose by several meters, its golden light growing even more intense.

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Bit by bit, they were capturing Wuhua Temple.

The Buddha Country was also smart; they knew that a fight alone could never match the six Divine Vein Realm experts of Wuhua Temple.

So they started by targeting the foundation of the formation.

As the golden light spread bit by bit, Wu Qianjun slightly furrowed his brows.

These six Divine Vein Realm experts exerted all their strength to attack but were unable to completely destroy the Buddha statue.

If they allowed Buddha Country to illuminate the entire Wuhua Mountain, it would be difficult once the formation was breached.

Thinking this, Wu Qianjun slowly took out a small purple box from his Storage Ring.

At the moment the purple box appeared, Wu Tian, the man with unkempt hair and a filthy face beside him, slightly frowned.

He asked, "Brother Shi, are you really going to use it?"

"What’s wrong?" Wu Qianjun replied.

"Didn’t you say that you wanted to keep our involvement with that place to a minimum?" Wu Tian replied.

"Let’s talk about other matters later; first, we need to solve the current predicament," Wu Qianjun said calmly.

The instant the purple box was opened, a stream of dark qi surged and flew out of it.

This dark qi seemed to be the nemesis of Buddha’s light.

When it encountered the Buddha’s light, it was like snow meeting the scorching sun in July, rapidly melting away.

Countless Buddha’s lights were devoured by it.

At this moment, the six Divine Vein Realm experts from Wuhua Temple gathered all their strength to simultaneously create a world-destroying spear.

Using their long spears as a medium, they enveloped them with the dark qi.

They directly shot it towards the people of Buddha Country.

There was a loud boom.

The spear, laden with boundless Malice Qi, descended like a demonic god.

The Buddha’s light only held on for a moment before being completely penetrated.

The spear surged with spiritual energy, and its boundless might surged.

It struck the phantom of the Arrogant Great Emperor heavily.

Another loud boom resonated, the Buddha’s light fell silent, and the phantom of the Buddha statue completely dissipated.

Only the people of Buddha Country were left severely injured on the ground, some so gravely hurt they fell unconscious.

Taike Vasalaka struggled to stand up with his feeble body.

Wu Qianjun let out a slight sigh, looked at the scene, and shook his head, "Sidd Venerable, why go to such lengths?"

With a wave of his hand, he commanded the five behind him, "Take them all into custody."

"Sect Leader, should we send them to that place?" asked the blue-robed monk who was the Second Uncle.

"Not for now, let’s wait until after the seal is complete," Wu Qianjun pondered for a moment before shaking his head and saying.

Seeing this scene, the people in the Zen rooms below also fell silent.

No one had expected that Wuhua Temple’s strength could now contend with the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect.

And if Wuhua Temple could do so, what of the Burial Buddha Temple, the true Forbidden Land as legend has it?

"What is that black qi?" King Qinyou asked indifferently.

It stands to reason that since he had existed from the Wild Desolation era to the present, there should not be many things he did not know of, or had never seen before.

"You may think of it as the world’s most defiled qi," Xu Zimei replied.

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Just as several high-ranking members of Buddha Country were about to be captured,

suddenly a rain of golden lotuses began to fall from the sky.

Countless lotuses drifted down from the edge of the sky, fluttering above the entirety of Wuhua Temple.

Each lotus was imbued with immense energy.

Each lotus reflected a radiance of thousands of feet.

The lotuses fell from the sky, blanketing the entire horizon in gold.

As people looked up, they saw amidst the lotuses, one particularly unique lotus.

Its petals were much larger than the others, and seated cross-legged upon it was a person.

Someone with a dignified face, extraordinary beyond comparison.

This person exposed one arm, wrapped in a golden kasaya everywhere else.

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