At this moment, the entire Earth-Sailing Boat was already on the verge of collapse.

The rolling Yin Evil Qi obscured the heavenly light, and the momentum of Buddhist Dharma had weakened.

Even a mere clash of Qi felt like two towering mountains colliding, producing thunderous booms.

“Benefactor, such exquisite methods.”

As Su Nu revealed herself, “Guang Hai”’s expression also turned incomparably grave.

He clearly no longer dared to regard Lü Yang as a Qi Refining cultivator who could be toyed with at will.

By right, external Foundation Establishment power was not allowed to intervene in the Dao Seizing Battle.

The power he displayed completely relied on the unique trickery of the Pure Land.

Strictly speaking, he was not Fulong Arhat, he was just “Guang Hai”, merely borrowing the status of Fulong Arhat from the Pure Land for a time.

The reason he could borrow it was that Guang Hai was originally a disciple of the 【Fulong Temple】.

Cultivating in the Pure Land was about realization — realizing that oneself was a part of the World Honored One.

“I” was the World Honored One, and the World Honored One was “I”.

The Brahman and the self became one, achieving the Great Dao.

However, this step could not be achieved in one leap.

It required a gradual process.

Disciples like Guang Hai could not possibly realize that “I” was the World Honored One, as the gap in realms was too great.

His realization was that “I” was “Fulong Arhat”.

The countless temples and Zen forests of the Pure Land followed the same path.

Disciples first realized the “self” of the temple’s master, and only then pursued the realization of the World Honored One’s self.

Such cultivation was truly bizarre.

Especially in the exploitation of Qi Refining disciples, it was on par with the Primordial Saint Sect.

If not for this, the Pure Land would not have been called the Evil Sect of the Pure Land in past years.

However, it could not be denied that this cultivation method did provide many conveniences for lower-ranking disciples.

Because in essence, it was still “Guang Hai” himself, not truly an external force, so using it in the Dao Seizing Battle was beyond reproach.

It was Guang Hai’s greatest trump card.

Yet what made “Guang Hai” somewhat unable to accept was —

he had risked the danger of losing himself just to barely borrow a part of Fulong Arhat’s status.

But what was going on with this devil in front of him?

Why did he have a complete Foundation Establishment True Person by his side?

What kind of price had he paid?

Could it be that he paid none at all?

Looking at Lü Yang, who appeared relaxed, “Guang Hai”’s lips trembled slightly, feeling a surge of anger welling up in his heart.

In an instant, boundless fierce winds rose out of nowhere.

Seeing this, Lü Yang immediately sneered.

“Getting anxious?”

Boom!

Before his words fell, “Guang Hai” stepped forward, shaking the earth and mountains.

Buddhist light shone down, instantly piercing through the dark clouds formed by the Yin Evil Qi above.

With just this one step forward, “Guang Hai”’s Qi surged abruptly.

As his lips moved, a thunderous, boundless Buddhist chant rang out:

“If, when I attain Buddhahood, my light is limited, failing to illuminate billions of Buddha Lands, I shall not attain Supreme Enlightenment!”

In an instant, Buddhist light filled the world.

All that could be seen was a pillar of boundless light piercing the sky, resplendent and dazzling.

Its upper and lower ends extended infinitely, with no end in sight.

The Infinite Light Mantra!

The infinite light generated by this mantra was said to illuminate all demonic obstructions in the world.

It was the strongest mantra in Guang Hai’s arsenal.

So-called demonic obstructions were not about good or evil, righteousness or demonic.

It was entirely based on personal perception.

As long as one regarded something as “demonic”, it fell within the scope of this mantra’s influence.

“Today, this poor monk shall eliminate demons, uphold the Dao, and spread the true Dharma!”

Guang Hai, with a solemn expression, sent the infinite divine light sweeping down toward Lü Yang.

Its majestic momentum resembled the collapse of the heavens!

Wherever it passed, vast areas of Yin Evil Qi were ignited and burned into nothingness.

Even Su Nu showed signs of discomfort, clearly finding this mantra extremely incompatible with her.

Though she was not harmed, she found it difficult to remain completely unscathed.

As for the distant true disciples of the Primordial Saint Sect, each of their faces turned pale with grave expressions.

Even from afar, that infinite light still made them feel a burning heat, capable of severely injuring them.

However, Lü Yang merely burst into loud laughter when he saw this.

“Eliminate demons and uphold the Dao?”

Immediately after, he curled his lips into a mocking smile.

“Saying I’m the demon… Very well, today let’s see who the real demon is!”

As his words fell, Lü Yang pressed his palms together.

Whoosh, whoosh——!

Behind him, the Myriad Spirits Banner fluttered.

Ancestor Nether Wishper silently appeared, sighing softly:

“It cost me some effort, but I’ve finally managed to complete most of it.”

In the next moment, a series of figures appeared behind Ancestor Nether Wishper.

Without exception, these were all the monks who had died at Lü Yang’s hands earlier, whose souls had been collected into the Myriad Spirits Banner.

Even now, the monks dying on the battlefield outside were being continuously added.

Immediately, these monks pressed their palms together in unison.

“Amitabha!”

The vast Buddhist chant echoed, perfectly synchronized.

They also released a flood of Buddhist light, blessing Lü Yang, and condensing into a giant illusory Buddha!

This was the monks’ joint attack technique!

Ancestor Nether Wishper had actually succeeded in adapting the Pure Land’s methods to the 【Yama Palace】.

He replaced the earth veins with a massive number of monk souls from the Myriad Spirits Banner!

“I lack nothing now!”

As soon as his words fell, Su Nu plunged downward, entering Lü Yang’s body.

The peak state blessing made the Buddha behind Lü Yang even more solid.

Saint’s Theft!

Previously, when Lü Yang activated this cultivation method, he would condense a “Saint Form”.

But at this moment, the “Saint Form” had taken on the appearance of a Buddha!

In an instant, the Yin Evil Qi vanished.

The sky and earth were filled with pure Buddhist light, even more grand and vast than the infinite light unleashed by “Guang Hai”.

That infinite light fell upon the “Buddha Form” behind Lü Yang, but it couldn’t cause even the slightest ripple on its golden body, like a breeze brushing the face!

“Since you see the True Buddha, why do you not bow?”

The Buddhist chant thundered in their ears, carrying Lü Yang’s divine sense that rivaled Foundation Establishment.

It shocked “Guang Hai” as if he were in a dream, shaking his mind and spirit:

“H-How is this possible? Buddha? The True Buddha?”

In the next instant, the Buddha as large as a mountain smiled gently, his expression filled with compassion.

“Demon, repent to your Buddha.”

As the words fell, Lü Yang raised his palm.

The “Buddha Form” behind him also raised its hand, slowly pressing downward.

Violent spiritual energy burned and exploded in its palm, transforming into a boiling stream of fire.

As the palm descended, the heavens lit up!

At this moment, not just Guang Hai, but all the monks on the battlefield showed devout expressions, pressing their palms together and chanting softly:

“Amitabha…”

Boom!

After the deafening explosion, everything returned to silence.

All that remained was a massive palm print on the ground.

All the monks had turned to dust, their hundreds of souls drifting aimlessly into the Myriad Spirits Banner.

Around the palm print, the surviving disciples of the Primordial Saint Sect stood dumbfounded, staring at the massive pit beneath their feet, unable to recover for a long while.

At the edge of the palm print, Guang Ming, who had narrowly escaped death for the third time after clashing with Qin Tianhe, collapsed to his knees as his legs gave out.

Almost simultaneously, beyond the boundary of the realm.

“Blasphemer of Buddha!”

A True Lord from the Pure Land suddenly rose to his feet, his face ashen, for he had clearly sensed his fruit position treasure shattering.

That single palm from Lü Yang had nearly annihilated all the monks!

The few who survived had only done so because Guang Hai had moved ahead of time, leaving some monks behind who had not caught up in time.

However, even so, the remaining monks were no longer a threat, easily slaughtered at will.

In other words, in this Dao Seizing Battle, the Pure Land had already been eliminated!

How could the Pure Land True Lord, who had prepared so many means and placed such high hopes on this battle, accept this?

On the other side, True Lord Qingcheng Feixue spoke with concern:

“Bodhisattva, don’t be anxious.”

“Why let anger cloud your composure?”

“Victory and defeat are common in warfare. Look at our Saint Sect — though we have yet to lose a single Dao Seizing Battle recently, even if we did, we would never lose our temper.”

As these words fell, the Pure Land True Lord became even angrier.

Had it been any other Saint Sect True Lord, it might have been tolerable.

But who didn’t know that Qingcheng Feixue True Lord was the Saint Sect’s infamous madwoman, notorious for her endless misdeeds!

Whenever the Saint Sect lost a Dao Seizing Battle, she was the first to turn hostile and refuse to acknowledge anything!

And now she dared to lecture him?

Beast!