Chapter 1437: Turbid Buddha Dharma Image, Calamity Golden Body

Cui Ran looked at Su Zhi-Wei’s calm face, and his heart trembled involuntarily.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally nodded heavily:

“Understood!”

“Take care of yourself!!”

After speaking, Cui Ran took Mr. Han, who was sitting in the wheelchair paralyzed from weakness, and ran quickly toward the platform on the top floor of the Heaven-Reaching Tower.

The three figures of the Path of the Ingenious God guarding Mr. Han did not hesitate at all, pushing the wheelchair directly off the platform and falling straight down... At the same time, several nozzles suddenly opened at the bottom of the wheelchair, and a hurricane surged out from them, supporting Mr. Han above and slowing down the descent toward the earth.

And the three practitioners of the Path of the Ingenious God and Cui Ran also each carried special parachutes, protecting the wheelchair as it drifted slowly toward the earth.

They looked down and saw a large number of skeletal calamities charging and crashing, having already rushed into the city. Collapsed buildings raised dust, shrouding the sky above the chaotic domain.

How many civilians had died under the trampling of the calamities?

One hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, five hundred thousand?

Cui Ran couldn’t count anymore.

He just silently gripped the dagger under his sleeve, sweat from nervousness sliding down his cheeks... He looked at the weak figure sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes firmer than ever before.

As long as Mr. Han was still alive, all deaths were meaningless. This contemporary leader of the Path of the Medical God was betting everything he had to snatch people from the hands of death!

But precisely because of this, the pressure on Mr. Han, Cui Ran, and the others was too great... Their lives were tied to the survival of the entire domain.

Cui Ran, who was descending slowly, did not notice that in a corner of his thoughts that he hadn’t perceived, a figure wearing theatrical robes with a red background and black patterns was outlining its form from the ruins on the ground.

Chen Ling looked down at his hands, a flash of joy in his eyes:

“Success... although the body is sealed in the Ruo-Shui ruins, the storm of thoughts can still be used.”

At this moment, Chen Ling’s physical body had been sealed in the Ruo-Shui ruins by the demigod of the Path of the Book God and could not break free, but his spirit could still extend outward through the storm of thoughts... This meant that he still had a chance to break free from the seal.

The seal left by the demigod of the Path of the Book God could only be broken by an existence of the same Ninth-Order. Therefore, the moment Chen Ling discovered that the storm of thoughts could be used, he came to the Tian-Shu Domain. After all, the demigod-level existence he trusted most in this era was Su Zhi-Wei, who was guarding the Tian-Shu Domain.

But when he tried to connect his thoughts directly to Su Zhi-Wei, he discovered that a powerful aura was surging beside Su Zhi-Wei, which was actually able to interfere with the entry of thoughts. So he could only intervene in the nearest thought for the time being to see what was happening here... and the target he intervened in was the assassin Cui Ran, who had once had contact with him.

Chen Ling looked up at the Heaven-Reaching Tower. At this moment, the flesh-and-blood vines had already wrapped around nearly 80% of the tower body, leaving only a section of the tower top still standing in the air. And those tower bodies climbed by the flesh-and-blood vines had all been assimilated into flesh and blood. Things like roots or blood vessels appeared on the tower body, full of toughness while wriggling.

It wasn’t just the Heaven-Reaching Tower; as the roots of the Calamity of Turbidity pierced into the ground, even the streets near the Heaven-Reaching Tower were now like chest diaphragms,鼓动 (pulsing) gently. The original cement ground had turned into flesh and blood. Wherever the Calamity of Turbidity touched, all matter was turned into life...

“Is this the Calamity of Turbidity...” Chen Ling’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time Chen Ling had felt the power of the Calamity of Turbidity at such a close distance. That ability to turn everything where it took root into life was fatal to the domain, and at this moment, the Calamity of Turbidity had taken root on the heart of the Tian-Shu Domain.

Where is Su Zhi-Wei?

The Calamity of Turbidity has already taken root on the Heaven-Reaching Tower, why hasn’t she made a move yet?

Due to string theory disturbance, Chen Ling still couldn’t intervene in Su Zhi-Wei’s thoughts. Just as he was hesitating whether to change targets, the flesh-and-blood vines that had taken root on the Heaven-Reaching Tower had completely wrapped around the top of the tower. The body of the Calamity of Turbidity moved slowly upward from the ground, actually growing a huge fruit at the top...

No, rather than a fruit, it was more like a “flesh tumor” that looked exactly like a sunflower. It hung high above the very top of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, like a giant head grown by the high tower.

But I don’t know if it was Chen Ling’s angle, but looking from afar, this flesh-and-blood tower standing on the earth, plus that sunflower-like flesh tumor, actually had a few outlines of a golden-bodied Buddha... Faint blood mist drifted out from it, looking exactly like the Buddha light swirling behind a golden-bodied Buddha.

The sacred and the eerie merged at this moment, and the earth grew dim to the naked eye, as if even the sunlight feared the gaze of this flesh-and-blood Buddha!

"The Dharma Image of the Turbid Buddha... the Golden Body of Calamity?"

Chen Ling recalled Teacher Ye's past explanations of the Turbid Calamity and muttered to himself.

The moment the Buddha statue took shape, everyone standing with their feet on the assimilated flesh-and-blood land shuddered in unison... As if guided by some force, they stiffly turned around and began walking, step by step, toward the flesh-and-blood Turbid Buddha.

Their gazes grew dull, and a trace of piety climbed onto their faces, like a group of believers bathed in Buddha's light, beginning a pilgrimage.

"Oh no!!"

Cui Ran, who had not yet landed, felt his scalp tingle at the sight.

He scanned the distance and realized the battlefield at the edge of the domain remained unaffected; only those standing on the flesh-and-blood earth had begun their "pilgrimage." He immediately grasped the problem: "Don't land on the ground! Do not let your feet touch the ground! We're going to the buildings nearby!"

Several Art-Path practitioners immediately turned with Mr. Han and descended toward a low-rise building. As their feet touched the reinforced concrete, nothing unusual occurred.

Cui Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, a series of crisp, popping sounds echoed from afar.

He saw those figures "pilgrimaging" on the flesh-and-blood earth; as they neared the Turbid Buddha, their heads began to swell violently... Immediately after, their heads burst like balloons, and eerie lotus flowers of flesh and blood bloomed from their brains, greedily sucking in the surrounding air.

One, two, three... ten... one hundred, two hundred...

The nearby civilians and low-level practitioners had all transformed into lotus flowers beneath the Turbid Buddha's seat. As a bloody breeze swept by, the sea of lotuses swayed gently.

"What the hell is this thing?!?"

Cui Ran felt goosebumps all over his body at the sight, and the Art-Path practitioners beside him turned pale, retching on the spot!

The calamities of the Sighing Wilderness were frantically assaulting the edge of the domain, and the Tongtian Tower, the core of the Tian-Shu domain, had become fodder for the Turbid Calamity. With internal and external crises erupting simultaneously and the death toll skyrocketing, Mr. Han's face grew as pale as paper!

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Another chapter will be posted later.