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"Weren't you two going to assist the Zhou and strike down the Shang? Didn't you say my Jie Sect acts against the heavens?"
Tongtian Jiaozhu stood at the heart of the battlefield, his eyes burning with a fierce light. "Today, this Sect Leader lays down the Ten Thousand Immortal Array. I shall compete with you to see who is truly the one defying the will of Heaven!"
Using the four Immortal-Slaying Swords as the foundation, Tongtian extended the formation into the Taiji, Twofold, and Four-Image Arrays. The synergy was perfect, pushing the formation's power to its absolute zenith.
The Evolution of the Array
George remained hidden on the outskirts, observing the swirling chaos.
George's Analysis: "This array is far stronger than the one in the original legends."
In the original timeline, Tongtian had already lost his four primary swords to the four Saints before the Ten Thousand Immortal Array was even set. He had to rely on the Six-Soul Banner, a weapon designed for delayed curses rather than direct battlefield dominance.
But now? The four swords were intact. Furthermore, the Ten Absolute Formations—which should have been broken—were integrated into the whole. With powerhouse protectors like Zhao Gongming and the Three Fairies present, the array's lethality had quintupled.
The Wrath of Yuanshi
"Hmph! Tongtian, do not be so arrogant!" Yuanshi Tianzun's face was practically green with rage. "We will break your array and send these 'scaled and horned' beasts of yours back into the cycle of reincarnation!"
Yuanshi was fuming because the Chan Sect had already suffered devastating losses. While the deaths of minor disciples were manageable, his primary disciples were being picked off.
The Casualty List of the Chan Sect:
Wuliang Xianweng (The Eldest Disciple)
Seven of the Twelve Golden Immortals: Chi Jingzi, Master Huanglong, Ju Liusun, Lingbao Dafashi, Cihang Daoist, Daoxing Tianzun, and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun.
Elite Third-Generation Disciples: Including the likes of Lei Zhenzi.
Ironically, Yuanshi didn't realize that some were spared only because George had intervened. He had instructed Sun Wukong and the Yang siblings to hold back against Taiyi Zhenren (Nezha's master), Yuding Zhenren (Yang Jian's mentor), and the masters of Jinzha and Muzha. Even in this war of life and death, personal debts of gratitude still carried weight.
The Arrival of the Western Saints
"If we are the only two here, breaking an array centered on the Immortal-Slaying Swords will be... difficult," Taishang Laojun admitted, his brow furrowed.
Their original plan was to slowly whittle down the Jie Sect's numbers. But George's interference had forced a premature decisive battle. Now, even as Saints, they felt a genuine sense of peril.
"Fellow Daoists, we brothers are willing to lend a helping hand!"
Two figures descended from the West.
"The Western Sect!" Taishang Laojun greeted them with a forced smile. Despite his suspicions that they might have conspired with Tongtian earlier, the current situation demanded pragmatism. He was willing to share the "spoils" to ensure victory.
"To be honest," Zhunti Daoist stated plainly, "we came East looking for those destined for our path. We see three thousand 'Red Dust Guests' in this array who belong in the West. If you allow us to take them, we shall fight."
Taishang Laojun didn't hesitate. "Very well. Taking these ignorant creatures to the West for proper cultivation is their good fortune."
The Four-Saint Assault
The four Saints entered the Ten Thousand Immortal Array with everything they had:
Taishang Laojun: Deployed the Taiji Diagram, the Heaven-Earth Map, the Ground-Flame Banner, and the Wind-Fire Hassock.
Yuanshi Tianzun: Surrounded himself with a thousand golden lotuses and wielded the Pangu Banner.
The Western Duo: Manifested their eighteen-armed, twenty-four-headed golden bodies, wielding the Seven-Treasure Tree, the Six-Pure Bamboos, and the Universe Bag.
George's Masterstroke: The Raid on Mount Ling
Seeing the Saints fully committed to the array, George let out a devious grin.
"They're too afraid to let their remaining disciples enter, so they went in personally. Perfect."
George wasn't looking to kill more disciples. He was looking for the Twelve-Grade Merit Golden Lotus, the foundation of the Western Sect's destiny. In the original story, a mosquito daoist had sucked away three grades of this lotus. George intended to take the whole thing.
With a flash, George vanished from Sishui Pass and reappeared above Mount Ling.
"An array? Break!" He didn't bother with finesse. A massive Kamehameha erupted from his palms, shattering the mountain's defenses in a violent explosion.
He swept through the minor Western monks like a storm. Flying into the Great Leiyin Temple, he stood before the shimmering golden lotus.
"Mine now!"
George opened his internal multiverse and swallowed the lotus whole. As a top-tier multiverse traveler, he was an expert at this. Countless "laws" acted like straws, draining the power, destiny, and merit of the lotus into his own world.
His strength skyrocketed.
The barrier to the 'Super-Large Universe Level' began to crack.
His avatars in the Dragon Ball and Saint Seiya worlds felt the surge, accelerating their own fusions.
The Desperation of the West
Inside the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, the Western Saints suddenly felt their cultivation become unstable. Their foundation was being eroded.
"Oh no! The Golden Lotus is in danger!" they cried, abandoning the assault and rushing toward the exit.
"Hahaha! Trying to leave?" Tongtian Jiaozhu laughed, having received a mental transmission from George. "Disciples, hold them! Your Junior Brother has raided their nest!"
The Jie Sect disciples, reinvigorated by the news, fought like demons. Even those who were considering defection—like the Long-Eared Dingguang Immortal—now saw a path to victory. The odds had shifted from a certain loss to a 50/50 gamble.
The Western Saints eventually broke through the blockade, but they were frantic. By the time they reached Mount Ling, the Golden Lotus's presence was concentrated entirely within George.
"Vile beast! You dare swallow my lotus?!"
"Since you've eaten it," Zhunti hissed, "you will join our sect as its protector!" They believed that because George hadn't finished the fusion, he wasn't yet a Saint. They attacked with everything they had.
The Birth of a New Buddha
George opened his eyes, a brilliant light illuminating the ten directions. He took seven steps, each footstep sprouting a golden lotus. One hand pointed to the heavens, the other to the earth.
"Henceforth, the Western Sect is the Buddhist Sect. I am its first Buddha."
The remaining merit and destiny of the West surged into him. He broke through. George was now a Saint.
"Suppress!" George shouted, unleashing the Sea-Fixing Beads, the Treasure-Falling Money, and the Purple Lightning Hammer simultaneously.
"You think a newly ascended Saint can stop us both?" the Western duo sneered, brushing their Seven-Treasure Tree forward.
But a second later, they were stunned. The Treasure-Falling Money knocked their artifacts out of the sky—even the "unbrushable" Seven-Treasure Tree fell. The lightning from the hammer numbed their Saintly bodies, and the twenty-four beads pressed down on them with the weight of twenty-four heavens.
The reality was terrifying: George's cultivation already far exceeded the sum of both Western Saints combined.
(End of Chapter)