Chapter 485 — Clash at the Golden Peak

" Little Tathagata shouted aloud, and his vital essence erupted. Countless thunderbolts gathered in the sky; from the rolling demon clouds the lightning burst upward, forming a divine bridge of ten-thousand-zhang radiance that lit up the whole range of mountains. His xiezhi primordial spirit leaped up, trod the divine bridge to its end, and stood amid the demon clouds, thunder pouring over its whole body. His primordial spirit was now half Buddha, half xiezhi, standing there like a xiezhi deity; it grew ever vaster, and its great hand pressed down, the palm covering half of Mount Little Sumeru.

Xing An's body did not move; a divine bridge spanned the sky, and his primordial spirit sprang onto it, charging straight for the great Buddha primordial spirit in midair. Shen Mu's eye twitched.

Xing An's primordial spirit had changed again, utterly unlike what it had been in the battle at the Heavenly Sage Academy.

This time his primordial spirit was a Daoist with a turtle's shell, a soaring serpent coiled about him.

Boom— Ten thousand bolts of lightning burst in midair; the two primordial spirits collided with a thunderous crash.

Brilliant white lightning flared in every direction, and each collision wove sheets of lightning netting, so that the mountains below were lit in stark black and white. Black were the shadows of the peaks, the shadows of the trees, the shadows of the great halls; white was the radiance of the thunder. Little Tathagata's feet moved, and Xing An's feet moved as well; as the two of them shifted their steps, the two divine bridges in the sky shifted too, and as the bridges moved, the primordial spirits standing upon them shifted their positions as well.

After a moment, a tremendous crash suddenly rang out; the xiezhi deity fell from the divine bridge and plunged onto the Golden Peak.

A terrifying blast of qi burst out on all sides, buffeting everyone so that they could not keep their footing. Blood seeped from the corner of Little Tathagata's mouth. He gathered his robe and caught the gale in his sleeve, lest it injure the demon monks on the mountain.

"I have lost. Senior Brother Xing An may take my cultivation. " Little Tathagata withdrew his primordial spirit and the divine bridge, his face pale.

From the temples on the surrounding mountains, demon monks hurried into the air and came flying toward the Golden Peak, reeking of killing intent. Little Tathagata sat cross-legged, his fleshly body grown vast, and restrained them, saying, "Junior brothers, once my divine treasury is taken from me I cannot escape death.

After I die, go to the Great Tingming Temple.

Ma Tathagata of the Great Tingming Temple is my disciple-nephew. His heart is broad, and he can take you in.

" One after another the demon monks were overcome with grief and threw themselves to the ground, weeping bitterly. Xing An withdrew his primordial spirit and the divine bridge and said unhurriedly, "Why do you all put on such mournful airs? I do not care for killing. I am only taking Yuan Ding Tathagata's cultivation; I do not want his life, so there is no need for grief.

Besides, Kui Wushen's primordial spirit is also to be collected by me.

Rest easy—your Tathagata will not die. Yuan Ding Tathagata, open your divine treasury. " Little Tathagata was calm. His body shook violently, and with a series of great booms, layer upon layer of divine treasury within him opened. An incomparably rich precious light burst from his body, illuminating the whole mountain, and he said in a deep voice, "Senior Brother Xing An, take it as you will.

" Xing An stepped forward. Suddenly the sky darkened; darkness came surging from the west, drowning the high peaks and steep ranges, submerging the Wasteland. Xing An watched the darkness sweep over the sky above Mount Little Sumeru and praised it: "The Wasteland is truly mysterious and unfathomable.

" He came forward and gently drew his hands apart to either side; sword lights flew from between his fingers and palms, about to carve away Little Tathagata's divine treasury, when suddenly Kui Wushen laughed aloud: "Yuan Ding, receive a bow from me! " The little demon cloud above the golden alms bowl rang and transformed into an altar, and Kui Wushen's primordial spirit bowed his head to the ground.

Little Tathagata's face changed drastically. Xing An sneered, "You want to kill him in front of me?

Dream on! " The sword light in his hand slashed down, and at once strands of dark radiance coiled about Little Tathagata, forming seal upon seal, countless runes shifting, binding his body fast. Kui Wushen bowed down upon the altar.

Little Tathagata gave a stifled groan; even through Xing An's seals, his primordial spirit was bowed out of his body, and it split into four and scattered into five, nearly sending his soul flying apart. Xing An's face changed as well; he struck out with a palm at the altar.

Kui Wushen laughed aloud, rose, and bowed down toward him.

Xing An's primordial spirit quaked, his soul and spirit at once dissolved, and he fell stiffly to the ground, breathless. The golden alms bowl gave a great clang and split into four; Kui Wushen's primordial spirit leaped out and stretched his limbs, laughing.

"A mere mortal—a clay chicken and a tile dog, not worth a single blow. You thought I meant to kill Yuan Ding to slap your face, never guessing that it was you I meant to kill! Good disciple, come here!

" Ban Gongcuo clutched that leg, trembling.

Just then, Xing An's box stirred. The box opened, and Xing An sat bolt upright, smiling.

"Fine shaman craft! "