Chapter 1555: Saint Physique of Great Accomplishment vs. Buddha Emperor

Chapter 1555: Da Cheng Sheng Ti VS Fo Zu Da Di

Looking at the golden sacred shadow behind Ye Chen, the people below all showed expressions of astonishment.

"Zhan Chen." The old Zhun Di elder murmured, gazing up at the night sky, his aged eyes filled with reverence.

"Is that... Zhan Chen?" There was an uproar from all sides.

Zhan Chen, the Da Cheng Sheng Ti, had a reputation not inferior to Di Huang.

Throughout the ages, his legends had been passed down from generation to generation. As a groundbreaking Da Cheng Sheng Ti, he commanded awe across the heavens and earth.

His death still filled people with regret. Possessing power to rival a great emperor, he had perished in a ridiculous chaotic battle.

"He actually summoned Zhan Chen's will. The younger generation is truly formidable!" The old Zhun Di elder muttered to himself, his expression dazed.

"Shi Jia has called forth the Ten Thousand Buddhas Golden Body, and Ye Chen has conjured the Zhan Chen sacred shadow. This battle is getting interesting."

"One is a great emperor, the other is a Da Cheng Sheng Ti."

"A Da Cheng Sheng Ti versus the Fo Zu Da Di—this fight could be seen as a confrontation across eras."

Someone whispered, looking up at the vast sky with a sigh of emotion.

In the era when the Fo Zu Da Di was alive, there was no Da Cheng Sheng Ti.

In the era when Zhan Chen lived, there was no great emperor.

Now, their wills were meeting in this form, perhaps making up for the regrets of these two supreme beings.

The onlookers all sharpened their gazes, staring upward.

Though they couldn't witness a direct clash between a great emperor and a Da Cheng Sheng Ti, seeing their wills battle was an honor.

They should thank Ye Chen and Shi Jia; without them, they wouldn't have seen this cross-era showdown.

In the vast sky, thunder rumbled incessantly, and the heavens trembled.

One was a Buddha figure, the other a Sheng Ti; one the Fo Zu Da Di, the other the Da Cheng Sheng Ti, standing on opposite sides of the void, facing each other from afar.

This was essentially a two-on-two lineup. Regardless of who won or lost, it would become a legendary tale, celebrated for eternity.

"Ah!"

Shi Jia let out a sigh and formed a Buddhist hand seal.

"Is your sigh for all living beings, or for the departed spirits?" Ye Chen said lightly. "If it's for the departed, there's no need. They don't require your compassion."

With that, Ye Chen also formed a seal, the exclusive Sheng Ti seal.

The Fo Zu Da Di raised his hand, gathering the faith of all beings into his palm, merging it with the emperor's laws and intertwining it with Buddhist Zen techniques, forming a swastika symbol in his hand.

At the same time, Zhan Chen raised his hand, clenching a brilliant golden fist. It transformed into Taiji, creating yin and yang, giving birth to the four symbols, evolving into the eight directions, weaving all things together, and then merging everything into the golden fist. Ancient seal scripts flowed between his fingers, enhanced by supreme Dao principles.

Under the watchful eyes of the masses, the Buddhist seal and the golden fist drew infinitely closer.

Who was stronger and who weaker? The people below watched intently, without blinking.

In that instant, the wind of the heavens stopped its gentle breeze, the floating leaves froze in mid-air, the void space solidified, and even time seemed to stand still.

Everything turned eternal in that moment, solely to witness the clash of these two supreme beings.

The palm and the fist collided, but there was no earth-shattering boom.

At the point of impact, golden ripples spread out, extending endlessly across the four seas and eight directions.

Wherever they passed, the vast sky collapsed, the earth cracked open, mountains were leveled, rivers turned to scorched earth, and vast plains were devastated.

The peak strike of the Da Cheng Sheng Ti and the Fo Zu Da Di destroyed the heavens and extinguished the earth, dimming all light in the world.

Even the Wang Chuan Jin Qu shook with massive waves.

"These two young ones are meeting in this state in this era—it's quite moving." Meng Po smiled and gently waved her hand, calming the enormous waves.

The Wang Chuan Jin Qu fell into a deathly silence.

Looking back at the vast sky, the Fo Zu Da Di's Ten Thousand Buddhas Golden Body and the Zhan Chen sacred shadow slowly dissipated after the clash, their souls returning to the heavens and earth.

What could be seen was that before these two supreme beings departed, they both showed ancient respect toward each other.

It was a great emperor's recognition of a Da Cheng Sheng Ti, and a Da Cheng Sheng Ti's respect for a great emperor—a peak-to-peak encounter, mutual admiration.

Their single exchange ended in a draw; neither could overcome the other.

They faded away, but the heavens and earth fell into silence.

Everyone looked up, their expressions dazed. The cross-era showdown between the great emperor and the Da Cheng Sheng Ti had ended in a tie.

From that moment, no one dared to question the myth of the Da Cheng Sheng Ti rivaling a great emperor, nor underestimate the majesty of the great emperor. Both were at the pinnacle of the Dao, neither weaker than the other.

In the vast sky, Shi Jia spat blood, and Ye Chen did the same.

Shi Jia's Buddhist body cracked open, his radiant Buddha light instantly dimming by half, and even the faith of all beings fell silent.

Ye Chen's sacred body also shattered, his golden divine glow darkening considerably, and the demonic blood sea beneath his feet returned to calm, with its violent and bloodthirsty aura retreating successively.

"It's not over yet." Ye Chen suddenly steadied himself, remolding his sacred body. His divine eyes flashed with light, his battle intent soaring high.

Shi Jia sighed again, but his Buddhist palm reached toward Ling Shan.

Then, a beam of Buddha light flew out and landed in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, that Buddha light was a Jiang Mo Chu, inscribed with Buddhist scripts and swirling with emperor's laws.

"Heavens! It's... it's the ultimate Dao emperor weapon." Shouts of shock echoed from all directions, as if everyone recognized what it was.

The emperor weapon Jiang Mo Chu, the supreme ultimate Dao emperor weapon of Buddhism, was now held by Shi Jia, imbuing him with emperor's might. He resembled a dazzling deity, inspiring awe and reverence.

"First the will of the Fo Zu, now the Buddhist emperor weapon. This supreme venerable has been forced to play all his trump cards." Sighs and exclamations of astonishment filled the air, eyes wide with shock.

"Ye Chen's strength is terrifying, truly defying the heavens!"

"This time, what will you use to block it?"

"The emperor weapon can destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth. Ye Chen is about to be suppressed."

"Even if he loses, he's still unparalleled in the world." Many veteran cultivators took a deep breath.

"The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and you will reach the shore."

"Put away your compassion. If you don't understand worldly emotions, don't speak to me of the sea of suffering."

Facing Shi Jia with the emperor weapon, Ye Chen remained fearless, fueled only by an unyielding will and invincible battle intent.

He charged forward, bathed in sacred blood, like a god of apocalypse, delivering the peak strike of his life.

He had no divine weapon to aid him, only his flesh and golden fist. That one fist fused Dao principles, the might of sacred bones, bloodline power, Sheng Ti essence, reincarnation force, and thousands of divine abilities, all converging into a single blow.

"What... what is he doing? Is he going to face the emperor weapon bare-handed?" There was an uproar from all sides, with people staring in wide-eyed disbelief.

What kind of existence was an ultimate Dao emperor weapon? It was a great emperor's life-bound treasure, with power so domineering it could destroy the heavens and earth.

Weapons of this level were always countered by equivalents; who would dare meet them with mere flesh?

Ye Chen's actions shocked the heavens. He swung his golden fist, challenging the emperor weapon to fight for a clear sky and pure universe.

Once again, under the gaze of all, the Jiang Mo Chu and the Sheng Ti's golden fist drew infinitely closer, another eternal instant.

Who was stronger and who weaker? Everyone's minds were in a trance.

For some reason, they actually believed that unyielding person could repel the Buddhist ultimate Dao emperor weapon with his bare hands.

The Jiang Mo Chu and the golden fist collided.

That patch of vast sky immediately collapsed, turning pitch black with lightning flashes and thunder, stars extinguishing within it.

Ye Chen's sacred fist exploded, and his dominating sacred body burst apart, blood and bones scattering across the vast starry sky.

The Jiang Mo Chu was shaken back, and Shi Jia was flung away, his Buddhist body stained with blood, radiant Buddha bones fracturing.

Ye Chen had done it. Not yet at full Da Cheng Sheng Ti, he had still faced the emperor weapon bare-handed, living up to his forebears' fame.

"Bare-handed... he actually repelled the emperor weapon." Everyone was stunned, whether spectators or the Ten Thousand Buddhas of Ling Shan, all shocked in that instant.

"The Huang Gu Sheng Ti is invincible at the same level, on par with emperors. Today, it writes another immortal legend."

"What a respectable lineage." The veteran cultivators were excited; the younger generation was formidable, and the Sheng Ti inspired even greater reverence.

"This... this is impossible." On the mountain peak, Feng Xian's beautiful face had turned pale, her facade of enlightenment shattered. She stumbled back, eyes full of terror.

"Feng Xian, come and face your end!" Ye Chen roared to the heavens, seizing the moment as Shi Jia was flung back. Dragging his blood-drenched sacred body, he lunged toward Ling Shan to capture her alive.

"Activate the formation!" The Ten Thousand Buddhas shouted in unison, all sitting cross-legged on the ground, each forming Buddhist seals and chanting scriptures.

Then, a massive golden Buddha manifestation appeared, enveloping the entire Ling Shan—it was the Buddhist protective barrier.