With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 669 - 567: Divine Power and Authority—Shall I Become Master of the Dharma Realm?

Chapter 669: Chapter 567: Divine Power and Authority—Shall I Become Master of the Dharma Realm?

Under the black sky.

The Big Buddha Head, his eyes turning red from provocation, ignored the large chunks of golden flesh falling from his cheeks.

With eyes blazing like a fire, he lunged wildly, biting and devouring, as Buddha light shot forth, each strike creating mighty waves.

In contrast, Meng Chuan appeared much less imposing compared to the Big Buddha Head.

When bitten, Meng Chuan just dodged.

As the Buddha light swept across, he resisted and then counterattacked.

Like a big black mosquito, buzzing and stinging in every gap of the Big Buddha Head!

In mid-air, the two were locked in an endless battle, lasting at least half an hour.

Fortunately, his physique had explosively grown after training on the mountain, allowing him to maintain a 420% ultimate liberation much longer.

Had it been before the training, the ultimate liberation could only last for a dozen minutes before he’d weaken.

Without this massive support, his explosive power would diminish, and his body technique speed and reaction would slow.

One bite from the Big Buddha Head, and it would be over!

On the other side, the Big Buddha Head was also gradually suffering from Meng Chuan’s stings.

Wherever this strange True Qi touched, a large chunk of flesh would rot, forcing him to gather power to repair the damage.

In his view, this purple-black Qi strength wielded by a mere mortal had unbelievably great power.

A closer sensation revealed that it clearly contained potent "Divine Power."

Once touched, it caused heavy damage, even more ferocious than the power of many deities!

Moreover...

The Big Buddha Head roared, his voice shaking the heavens:

"A mere mortal dares to covet divine powers that are not yours? Who do you think you are, daring to wield the authority of the gods!"

How can divine power be in the hands of the mortal world!

The Big Buddha Head’s massive mouth was the perfect amplifier.

His voice exploded like thunder, scaring the dragon demon into jumping, baring its teeth at the Big Buddha Head while its tail was tightly wrapped around Meng Chuan’s waist, afraid of being sucked in and chewed to pieces...

Divine power? Divine authority?

Meng Chuan was bewildered.

Wasn’t it the Demon Seed True Qi?

It seems that this [Tao Heart Demon Seed]Divine Skill indeed had some connection with the Celestial Demon Realm...

Other than that, he understood nothing, only knowing he’d been insulted by this damned thing.

"Go to hell!"

Shouting with such a big mouth, are you courting death?

Meng Chuan’s jet-black hair stood on end, pointing straight to the sky.

The Demon Seed True Qi suffused his entire body, erupting with a roar!

Black-purple flames surged like a volcanic eruption, a streak of eerie purple light shot into the sky!

Wow!

An incredible streak of purple light shot straight into the open maw of the Big Buddha Head!

That streak of light, compared to the Big Buddha Head, was as small as a grain of sand.

But the moment it touched the Big Buddha Head.

Everything it passed melted away like snow under the blazing sun, vanishing rapidly.

As the golden light deep within the throat dimmed.

Meng Chuan looked up to see white cracks appearing around the black sky, as if the world was collapsing.

"Ahhh—could it be... the power of... destruction!"

The sacred chant turned into a piercing wail.

With the shattering of the golden light, the massive Big Buddha Head collapsed like a flood, breaking into pieces of golden rotten flesh, forming golden hills scattered everywhere.

A stream of translucent air escaped from the Buddha eye, attempting to flee as the Big Buddha Head dissipated.

In mid-air, the dragon shadow flashed, the dragon demon mimicked it, opening its mouth with a sly grin, swallowing it in one gulp.

Its tail swayed back and forth, the dragon demon’s face full of "seeking credit."

Trying to escape?

I’m waiting, haha!

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan was not idle either.

Although the golden light was shattered by the star-destroying blast, the "umbrella" inside looked intact, turning into a light rift and fleeing aimlessly.

Meng Chuan leaped up, his Demon Seed True Qi turning into a giant hand, clasping it.

Whatever its use, it’s not escaping!

The sky was swaying, vision dimming.

This feeling of imminence in breaking free from an imagery world, Meng Chuan knew well. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Only now did he release his tense emotions.

Relaxed.

Exiting the liberation state, Meng Chuan’s heart pounded uncontrollably.

This battle was the most challenging one in his Martial Arts journey.

Between him and the Buddha Head, victory meant a Sumeru Mountain’s pressure, defeat the same.

Thanks to the three monks who lent their spiritual power for his special training on the mountain some time ago.

Luckily, he won, though at a considerable cost.

All his True Qi, stamina, everything was depleted.

Even his spiritual power was nearly exhausted, his sea of consciousness on the verge of running dry.

He sat limply atop the golden meat mountain, waiting for the Dharma Realm to completely shatter.

Turning his head, the dragon demon was up to something again...

Its two large nostrils raised high, the dragon mouth wide open.

A sneeze expelled something misty from its left nostril, like a big snot bubble.

Meng Chuan realized it was something that drifted out after the Big Buddha Head’s death.

Judging by the look... it didn’t seem like a True Spirit or core.

Besides, even if it was the clone of a top Celestial Demon, it was conceptual.

This kind of Celestial Demon was too "stingy," had no treasures.

"Ant! Once I walk out of the Taihang! The first thing I’ll do is destroy...!"

Ssss...

The dragon demon felt an itch in its nostril, sniffed again, causing the mist to turn back and be sucked into its stomach again, silencing it.

Walk out of the Taihang?

Meng Chuan was taken aback.

"Could it be, I destroyed the Whisper of the Mountain Range clone? Would its true form suffer damage, thus making me a great hero in Luo Tian Holy Festival?"

Pondering this, his imagination raced to the state conferring him the Supreme Pillar of the Country Medal, and bestowing upon him a Sixth-Grade Celestial King Divine Weapon...

Returning to reality, Meng Chuan became pragmatic again, feeling it was unlikely.

The Whisper of the Mountain Range at this moment was likely also busy, engaged in an "arms race" with earthly forces, where would it find time to run here?

"..."

Abandoning unrealistic fantasies, Meng Chuan continued to consider:

What did it mean about the divine power, authority, and all that stuff it shouted earlier?