Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

Chapter 931 339: Heavenly Demon Descent (Part 2)

According to previous analysis, No Heaven's only weakness, or rather its relatively weak spot, should be Spiritual Cultivation.But she tried dozens of times and still couldn't break through its spiritual defenses.

The opponent's spirit and physique seemed seamless, without flaws—as if Xing Wuji formed a bridge between them, complementing each other?

Yao Guang frowned, that Lawless Saint's Supreme Method is not simply a Body Refinement Technique; otherwise, how dare they claim "Eternal Freedom."

This Daoist Skill has been cultivated to the deepest point—

Walking the myriad worlds is like strolling through one's courtyard,

Severing karma and destiny is like scattering flying fluff.

The true enhancement is where their "True Self" resides.

"Brother No Heaven, you have good skills, it seems today will be a tough battle."

Yao Guang's faint smile disappeared, no longer concealed, turning cold.

"Tough battle?"

No Heaven snorted coldly, finally retracting his gaze from the goddess statue behind the woman, leisurely saying:

"You've overestimated yourselves."

"Cleaning up trash, what kind of tough battle is that?"

He lifted his right foot, stepped forward, and instantly stood in front of Yao Guang, hands behind his back, looking down coldly—the sheer force of his presence seemed superior to a God.

Yao Guang felt almost suffocated, as if seeing a Divine Mountain connecting heaven and earth, impossible to see its top, utterly unshakable!

"Brother, truly good skills."

Ning sighed quietly.

Under the palm, Yao Guang instantly "collapsed," leaving only a shell.

An invisible, formless Devil Thought stood there.

She moved around No Heaven, external forces seemingly unable to reach her, exerting Heavenly Demon Illusion Sound to the fullest.

In an instant.

By No Heaven's ear, before his eyes, and even in his spirit, numerous phantom shadows appeared, stirring the Devil Thoughts in his mind.

"Huh, Taoist Friend, this body actually has little 'thoughts,' obsessions, and delusions... surprisingly few, truly astonishing."

Yao Guang grew increasingly suspicious.

As living beings with seven emotions and six desires, various "thoughts" are born.

And the Lifebound Technique she practiced could induce all kinds of distractions in people and use them as great supplements.

Similar to obsessions, the higher the realm, the deeper the obsession, the more beneficial it is when "consumed."

Yet, this No Heaven had so few distracting thoughts.

No wonder all previous attempts with various methods ended in failure!

Could it be the purest and most innocent heart rumored, or coincidentally the opposite, the legendary Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart?

Either one is her nemesis.

"You repeatedly try to disrupt my Spirit God with Heavenly Demon Illusion Sound, so eager to die?"

No Heaven's voice was like Heavenly Sound rumbling, fingers spreading out, one palm dark and ominous, with a void of heavens in the palm, the hand overturned, heavens tilted, covering the four fields.

Yao Guang's expression turned cold; she transformed into a wisp of Devil Thought, formless, could she still be caught by this person?

She remained unafraid but her face changed.

She was forcibly drawn into a realm!

Majestic sound like thunder of Heavenly Sound fell from the heights—

"Weak, you are truly too weak."

"If the Divine Sons and Goddesses under the Four Demons are only at this level? It is truly disappointing."

"If you only have this level, then you can all die."

...

"Yao Guang Goddesses is trying her best to buy time, why hasn't the Blood Sacrifice been completed yet?!"

Deep within the Divine Temple.

An elder in a luxurious clerical robe, furious, rebuked the people in front.

"Archbishop, it's too hasty, insufficient sacrificial materials, and the connection to the outside world has been severed, we really have no way!" Someone stepped forward to explain, bracing themselves.

"No way?"

The elder's face turned dark, his gaze cold, sweeping over the people in front, suddenly saying:

"Aren't there still so many sacrificial offerings here?"

Everyone's face changed drastically, the one who explained earlier forced out a smile and said: "Archbishop, don't joke, everyone here are loyal followers of the church."

The elder said calmly: "To integrate with the great Heavenly Gods is the greatest honor you can achieve in this life."

Everyone began to retreat, but quickly found out in despair that there was nowhere to retreat.

"Archbishop, I am a follower of the First God, offering me to the Third God is blasphemy!"

"I am a follower of the Second God..."

For a time, some tried to resist, cursing the blasphemy, some tried to pray to the great God for salvation, but ultimately couldn't change anything.

The elder showed no emotion, a flick of his sleeve, and the many strong individuals behind him walked coldly out, ignoring curses and wails, sending many followers here one by one into the Blood Pool for the Blood Sacrifice.

"Still not enough..." The elder frowned, looking behind him.

A Heavenly Person walked out silently, actually entering the Blood Pool voluntarily.

But still not enough.

Next came the second, the third.

Such a scene made one's hair stand on end, while the elder felt deeply pained, heart bleeding.

These were the foundations of the Four Gods Temples!

But due to the imminent strong enemy, had to suffer losses, summoning temporary Divine Envoys to protect the Four Gods Temples.

As the Heavenly Persons of the Four Gods Temples voluntarily sacrificed, the Blood Sacrifice finally reached the standard.

In the Blood Pool suddenly appeared a vortex, countless blood and flesh followed the vortex down, absorbed by something.

As the height of the Blood Pool continued to fall, gradually revealing a golden skeleton!

Ridges of bone spikes spread over the surface of the skeleton, stretching into the Void, seemingly connected to some realm.

With the Blood Sacrifice completed, the golden skeleton slowly lifted its head, and a black dot appeared on its forehead.

Soon, a vast and majestic, ancient and eternal, sacred yet sinister intent forcibly "squeezed" out from the small black dot.

Instantly.

This intent pervaded every corner of the grand hall, omnipresent, like countless tendrils delving into every inch of the Void.