Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme - Chapter 562

Chapter 562: Chapter 341: Magic Duel

“This…”

“To think that there would be a Mahayana battle at this Pill Origin Gathering!”

“The two Venerables from Buddhism are one of the Eighteen Arhats, attendants to the Great Sun Mahavairocana, monks of great virtue well-known for a long time.”

“Although Great Immortal Zhen Yuan has vast divine powers, after all, he is newly ascended to Mahayana. Now, facing two Venerables alone and even setting the terms of victory at six moves, isn’t that… a bit too confident?”

“Perhaps it’s like descending a hill on a donkey, Buddhism’s influence is great, and these two Arhat Venerables represent the Great Mercy Bodhisattva. They must give some face, wager on a duel, retain mutual respect, and let the matter rest.”

“Retain mutual respect, hmph, that doesn’t seem like Zhen Yuan’s style at all!”

“Regardless, it’s our great fortune to witness a Mahayana duel today!”

Seeing that the duel terms were set, everyone was surprised, yet there was also a sense of expectation.

Even though there exist Tribulation Passing Immortals and True Immortals who have passed through the nine Heavenly Tribulations in this world, Mahayana cultivators are still considered peak combatants by normal standards.

After all, crossing the tribulation is difficult, and unless there’s a great war in the Three Realms, where immortals, Buddhists, demons, and devils fight to the death, it’s almost impossible for Calamity Immortals to make a move, and they are rarely seen in public, striving to avoid entanglements of karma and disputes.

Therefore, Mahayana cultivators are the pinnacle that ordinary people can see. Such existences battling in a duel can draw large crowds from any of the Four States, especially nearly-Mahayana Integration cultivators, who generally wouldn’t miss such an opportunity to broaden their horizons and absorb experience.

At the Pill Origin Gathering, a Mahayana duel.

One side is the Temple Master of Wuzhuang, a respected True Immortal of the Taoist lineage, widely famous in South Observance, Great Immortal Zhen Yuan.

The other side are the Western Honorable Ones, Buddhist Arhats, monks of great virtue who have long been famous.

A clash of titans, the contention of powerful individuals, is sure to be a spectacular battle of dragons and tigers!

Everyone awaited with bated breath, and Xu Yang didn’t speak much, looking directly at the two Arhats, “Which of you would like to go first, or will you join forces to attack simultaneously?”

“Let this humble monk begin,” said the Cloth Sack Arhat with a sigh, stepping out from the table.

They naturally knew that their opponent was so confident and set such duel terms because he must have something to rely on.

But knowing this, what could they do? With the gauntlet thrown down so blatantly, could the two of them possibly decline the challenge?

Reputation, reputation, as one of the two famed lineages of the Earth Immortal Realm, both the face and name of Buddhism cannot be tarnished.

Now, as a newly ascended Mahayana, Zhen Yuan challenges the two established Arhat Venerables, foregoing advantages like formations and competing solely with magical treasures and divine powers, even setting a six-move victory condition, almost as if letting the opponent make several moves in a game…

Under such terms, on such an occasion, if they do not accept the challenge, Buddhism’s face and reputation are likely to be lost cleanly.

Therefore, the Cloth Sack Arhat, reluctant and knowing that his opponent had something to rely on, still had to step out and meet the challenge.

After the Cloth Sack Arhat made his move, Xu Yang also rode upon the Five-colored Auspicious Cloud, the two ascending to the high sky, standing opposite each other.

“Honorable One, please proceed!”

Xu Yang sat on the cloud, holding a horsetail whisk, inviting the opponent to make his move first.

“Be careful, fellow Daoist!”

Seeing this, the Cloth Sack Arhat was not courteous and reached behind to take down his cloth bag.

“The Qiankun Cloth Bag!”

In the Wuzhuang temple, everyone watched as True Person Ziyang stroked his beard, spoke to dissect the critical points, and began live commentary.

“The Four Vajra and the Eighteen Arhats are protectors and attendants of the Western Two Buddhas, in charge of security and combat, each one with profound cultivation and vast divine powers.”

“The Honorable Cloth Sack is ranked fifteenth among the Eighteen Arhats, possessing a Qiankun Cloth Bag which is his lifebound Magical Treasure. It has the power to engulf all things of heaven and earth, having once subdued a Mahayana Demon King of the Demon Race with it.”

“With Mahayana subduing Mahayana, one can see the power of the Cloth Sack Arhat. Without a sharp method, facing this Qiankun Cloth Bag, things are going to be tricky!”

True Person Ziyang analyzed the origin of that Qiankun Cloth Bag with his words.

At this moment, the Cloth Sack Arhat raised the magical treasure, and the puffed-up bag flew into the high sky, the opening facing Xu Yang upon the Five-colored Auspicious Cloud. Next, the golden threads wound like dragons and snakes, and the tightly closed mouth of the bag opened in an instant, revealing a black hole, endless and unfathomable, drawing the soul and mind of anyone who gazed upon it.

“Capture!!!”

The Cloth Sack Arhat formed a Buddhist seal, and the Qiankun Cloth Bag whirled, generating an immense attraction and enveloping force, attempting to engulf Xu Yang and his Auspicious Cloud, intending to seize and capture his opponent.

Although the Qiankun Cloth Bag is a mid-grade Buddhist treasure, equivalent to the Purple-Gold Bell, it’s an exceedingly rare void-type treasure. It contains the Power of the Void and can evolve into the Qiankun, like a small realm in itself. Once activated, it can utilize its void power to absorb the opponent, suppress and capture them.

The Cloth Sack Arhat himself is also an extremely rare Void Spirit cultivator, possessing a Superior Grade heavenly-tiered “Void Spirit Root” and having refined the Qiankun Cloth Bag as his lifebound Magical Treasure. Even among Mahayana ranks, he is a formidable figure, having defeated numerous cultivators of the same realm and even captured a few slightly weaker Mahayana opponents.

Now, with his opening move, he wished to entrap Xu Yang with the Qiankun Cloth Bag.

But alas…

Xu Yang smiled, sitting on the cloud, the whisk in his hand steady, with only the five-colored glow expanding, the Power of the Five Elements sealing the void, resisting the absorption of Qiankun, the suction of the cloth bag. Neither his physical form nor the Auspicious Cloud beneath him budged, both as immovable as Mount Tai.

“This…?”

In the Wuzhuang temple, the observers though impressed did not understand fully, looking towards the True Person Ziyang at the upper seat for explanation.

“Ha!”

True Person Ziyang chuckled, stroking his beard and exchanging glances with the Pure Jun Sword Lord, Peony Fairy, Great Peng Demon King, and others, “Zhen Yuan’s Five Colors Divine Light has become even more sharp.”