Chapter 763: Chapter 764 Deadlock, War of Attrition (Third Update!)

“A Chaos Saint, indeed! Wukong really dares to dream big,” sighed The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, as his gaze pierced through the walls of Doushui Palace, looking toward the Western Sea in the Lower Realm. “This lad might even surpass all of us. When I see our teacher again, I must recommend him highly!”

It was not a unique thought; the Sect Hierarch of Tongtian harbored similar ideas. Like The Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, he had been secluding himself for years in his palace, concentrating on cultivating in the hopes of utilizing the changes in the Heavenly Dao Laws to unify with the Three Corpses and achieve the realm of the Primordial Taiji Da Luo Gold Immortal. He aspired to depart from the Three Realms like Hong Jun Daoist Ancestor and venture into higher worlds.

Over these years, the Sect Hierarch of Tongtian had immersed himself in the Sword Pool without any rest, finally raising his cultivation to the pinnacle of Merit Saint, just a hair’s breadth away from the Attainment of Saint. Unlike Tathagata Buddha, the Sect Hierarch did not rely on any Merit and Destiny granted by the Heavenly Dao. His progress was solely the result of his own effort.

Being the Ancestor of Sword Cultivation, once he broke through, his combat power would undoubtedly be unmatched among his peers, and even among other Primordial Taiji Da Luo Gold Immortals, he would stand out!

The Sect Hierarch of Tongtian was well aware that Luo Bai had proved the Tao and became a Saint, but he had not yet left his seclusion to offer congratulations. He clearly understood that Luo Bai’s future, as a follower of Sun Wukong, would be boundlessly brilliant!

It seemed that anyone associated with Sun Wukong would be able to break through their original destinies and reach higher realms. That was true for Luo Bai, as well as for Leng Xuan of the Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Fox Tribe, and even for others like Jiang Liu’er and Yuan Hong, who had all broken free from their fateful trajectories, significantly enhancing their cultivation strength. It was indeed the right decision for Luo Bai to continue following Sun Wukong.

Inside the Demon Clan’s Heavenly Court, the Puti Patriarch was also monitoring the battle, conveying his sensed information to the nearby Guiding Daoist, Kunpeng Patriarch, Leng Xuan, and other high-ranking figures of the Demon Clan’s Heavenly Court.

“Does that mean Ran Deng Ancient Buddha is doomed to lose?” asked Leng Xuan, blinking. Though he had already attained sainthood, his cultivation strength was still far behind that of the Puti Patriarch, and he could not discern the specifics of the situation above the Western Sea. His Divine Sense was blocked by the chaotic power of the Great Dao during Sun Wukong and Ran Deng Ancient Buddha’s clash.

The others were not much better off, only the Puti Patriarch could ignore the obstruction of the Great Dao Laws and peer through the dense, chaotic energy to observe the heart of the battle.

“The situation is at a stalemate! That Ran Deng fellow has sacrificed half of the small worlds from the Twenty-Four Heavens of the Buddhist Sect to exchange for sufficient power to try and obliterate Wukong. However, he did not anticipate Wukong could withstand it. Now it’s a matter of who can’t hold on anymore,” the Puti Patriarch explained with an unexpectedly relaxed demeanor, clearly not believing that Sun Wukong would be the one to falter.

The power from the sacrifice was finite; once exhausted, Ran Deng Ancient Buddha would likely have no chance for a rematch. While Sun Wukong could temporarily only defend and not counterattack, if he endured this phase, the depleted Ran Deng Ancient Buddha would inevitably become like fish on the chopping board, subject to Sun Wukong’s will!

“A stalemate? So, it’s a war of attrition then! Heh, when it comes to a war of attrition, I’m afraid no one can outlast our leader! He hasn’t even drunk his Victory-Over-Strife Wine yet!”

Leng Xuan felt reassured upon hearing this. In this great battle, Ran Deng Ancient Buddha was destined to lose!

To compete with Sun Wukong in a war of attrition was to court humiliation! Setting aside the Ginseng Fruit and the wine brewed from nine-thousand-year-old Peaches of Immortality, Sun Wukong’s Chaos Dao alone allowed him to absorb other’s Great Dao power and transform it into power for his different Daos, endlessly replenishing himself. Not to mention, Sun Wukong also possessed the Chaos Divine Pearl to restore any spent strength.

Once embroiled in a war of attrition, basically no one could beat Sun Wukong, and Leng Xuan was even more confident in this than Sun Wukong himself!

The blood rain in the sky hadn’t ceased, unaffected by the power of the Great Dao and the space storm surging from within the black hole, still falling straight down from the firmament above. This was a manifestation of the blood rain by the power of the Heavenly Dao Principles, completely unimpacted by external forces.

The face of Ran Deng, the Ancient Buddha, beneath the blood rain, looked particularly ferocious, but as time passed, the ferocity on his face gradually began to transform into another emotion, an emotion known as fear!

Sun Wukong was simply too monstrous!

Ran Deng had already given his all, even sacrificing the twelve small worlds, in exchange for a power that could obliterate worlds, yet he still couldn’t handle Sun Wukong. Although the Chaos Clock was constantly shaking under the impact of the power of destruction, appearing as if it was about to topple, Ran Deng knew in his heart that such shaking wasn’t enough to disturb the Chaos Clock.

Even the protective shield falling from the Chaos Clock was not shaken!

In contrast, Sun Wukong floated in mid-air with a calm and composed expression, having personally experienced Ran Deng’s strength. Though powerful, it was still within his capacity to endure, and as long as he could hold on for a while longer, once the power of destruction Ran Deng had invoked began to diminish, that would be the time for him to start his counterattack!

“Damn it, this seat does not believe it! Such world-ending power can’t even kill that Demon Monkey? Cursed be, if the Chaos Clock were in this seat’s hands, there’d be no chance for that Demon Monkey to be rampant!”

Ran Deng gritted his teeth with a look full of sinister intent, pouring all his strength into the Golden Buddha Palm. This was the strongest attack he could muster. If this move couldn’t extinguish Sun Wukong, then he truly had no other recourse!

“Crack, crack, crack!”

On the screen of light hanging from the Chaos Clock, cracks kept appearing one after another, but these cracks quickly restored to their original state, as if they had never existed. The Chaos Clock itself contained the principles of the Chaos Dao, and with Sun Wukong’s Chaos Dao, it could be said that they complemented each other. With the support of the Chaos Dao, breaking through the defense of the Chaos Clock would require Ran Deng’s strength to reach the level of a Primordial Taiji Da Luo Gold Immortal!

But, could that be possible?

The screams and moans coming from within the twelve small worlds began to weaken, the act of sacrificing the creatures of the twelve small worlds was coming to an end, and the corresponding power of destruction had reached its peak, beginning to decline from its zenith, weakening gradually.

Ran Deng had grown desperate, as his ability to contend with Sun Wukong till now relied on the Twenty-Four Heavens. Now that twelve heavens were taken by Sun Wukong, the twelve small worlds had been sacrificed and burned, reverting to the Sea-Calming Pearl in a sealed state.

Without this magical treasure to assist him, he was utterly unable to withstand Sun Wukong’s ferocious attack!

He could wait no longer, he had to leave quickly!

“Twelve Heavens, burn completely!”

Biting down hard, Ran Deng made a decisive move to completely ignite the World Origin of the twelve small heavens. In order to save his own life, he was ready to abandon this magical treasure!