Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Inside the Star Realm’s Heaven, in a desolate wilderness.

A stream of earth-yellow light surged, and the originally flat ground suddenly rippled like waves before a boat slowly emerged.

Deep within the boat, Guang Hai stood with his hands behind his back, meditating.

At that moment, Guang Ming walked over quickly, taking out a scroll of formation diagrams: “Senior Brother, the disciples below have refined twelve formation diagrams.”

“Only twelve?”

Guang Hai took the scroll, frowning: “This concerns the eradication of the demonic path and the promotion of the true law. Didn’t we agree before to refine thirty-six formation diagrams?”

Upon hearing this, Guang Ming showed a helpless expression and forced a bitter smile: “Of the thirty-six, ten were originally assigned to the 【Fulong Temple】 disciples. But as you know, Senior Brother, plus with your order to move early, time was limited. Twelve is already the limit.”

“So you mean it’s my fault then?” Guang Hai narrowed his eyes.

“Of course not!”

Guang Ming immediately straightened his expression: “I mean the other disciples were simply too lazy. I will urge them again and strive to refine a few more!”

Only then did Guang Hai nod in satisfaction.

According to the plan previously discussed with the Dao Court, they were supposed to advance steadily, trapping the Primordial Saint Sect here with a massive formation.

However, things had changed.

Since there was someone in the Primordial Saint Sect who had cultivated the 『Nine Transforming Dragon Art』, Guang Hai no longer intended to proceed with the original plan.

What if the demonic cultivator who had cultivated the 『Nine Transforming Dragon Art』 was killed by the Dao Court?

He immediately ordered the Pure Land disciples to act ahead of schedule.

After all, in his view, their victory was already in hand.

Because Guang Ming had not revealed Lü Yang’s true strength, Guang Hai, although furious about the complete annihilation of the 【Fulong Temple】, did not find it unbelievable.

After all, this was the Primordial Saint Sect.

And based on Guang Hai’s judgment, even if the Primordial Saint Sect could wipe out the 【Fulong Temple】, they would surely suffer great losses themselves.

How could they stand against the assembled Eight Divisions of the Buddha?

Moreover, under the joint trap laid by the Dao Court and the Pure Land, the Primordial Saint Sect had already lost one-third of its disciples as soon as they entered the Star Realm. Of the seven true inheritors, two had already died, one of whom had been killed by Guang Hai himself.

Though troublesome, they were not as formidable as rumored.

Thinking of this, Guang Hai grew more confident:

“They say the Primordial Saint Sect is fierce, but it seems mediocre to me. After I seize this victory and achieve great merit, I can show off in front of the Bodhisattva.”

At this moment, Guang Hai suddenly felt a shock in his spiritual sense.

In the next second, a loud crash came from the ground-traveling boat beneath his feet, as if it had hit a reef, abruptly halting its movement. The protective light trembled violently!

“What’s happening?”

Guang Hai immediately connected with the artifact spirit of the ground-traveling boat, and soon heard a pained cry for help: “Someone… someone is attacking me!”

“What?”

Guang Hai was momentarily stunned, then seemed to sense something and looked up sharply.

At the same time, all the Pure Land disciples inside the boat also looked toward the sky above.

A beam of spiritual light tore through the void and charged toward them.

It was a jet-black shuttle, which suddenly expanded above their heads!

In the next moment, a group of Primordial Saint Sect disciples surged out one after another!

Five true inheritors, seven Qi Refining peak disciples, and dozens of late-stage Qi Refining disciples, all wearing sinister smiles, their murderous aura soaring to the skies, instantly covering half the firmament!

It wasn’t until this moment that Guang Hai finally realized what was happening.

Even though he understood, he still couldn’t believe it.

The demonic cultivators were launching an attack?

Instead of defending, they were taking the initiative to strike!?

“Out of the way!”

The first to strike was Daoist Evil Jiao.

He split his mouth wide, directly tearing off his robe.

His seemingly normal flesh suddenly swelled!

In the blink of an eye, dense scales grew on his left arm, his five fingers fused into two towering dragon horns, and his palm split open to reveal sharp white fangs, transforming into a ferocious dragon head.

At the same time, his other organs transformed as well.

His intestines burst from his abdomen, transforming into a dragon tail.

His remaining limbs and fifth limb turned into dragon claws. His head retracted, embedding itself behind the dragon head like a reverse scale, as waves of terrifying blood energy surged forth.

He had truly transformed into a dragon!

Or rather, something resembling a dragon.

Yet the piled-up flesh and the massive, chaotic blood energy exuded an intense eeriness.

“Hahahaha!”

In the next second, the evil jiao soared on a blood cloud, crashing directly into the ground-traveling boat.

The dragon head let out a long roar, leaving only a vicious howl echoing between heaven and earth.

Boom!

In an instant, the ground-traveling boat suffered a heavy blow, its protective light nearly shattered.

The lower-ranked Pure Land disciples inside clutched their ears in pain.

Meanwhile, the other four true inheritors followed closely behind.

“Holy monks, am I not beautiful?”

Bi Feiyuan landed inside the ground-traveling boat, tearing off her veil without a word.

As the thin fabric fell, a snow-white body was immediately revealed to all.

She was like white jade, flawless and pure.

All the Pure Land disciples who took in this sight instantly felt dazed, unable to maintain their monastic discipline.

Their essence burst out uncontrollably, draining them dry.

After exhausting their essence, they began to lose their blood energy, and finally, even their souls were drawn out.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

One after another, over a dozen disciples collapsed to the ground, their faces frozen in expressions of bliss.

Several others who quickly shut their eyes still struggled to expel the heart demons stirred within them, retreating while chanting sutras to suppress their desires.

Slash!

In the next moment, Xu Xin silently appeared, stabbing a distracted disciple in the back, killing him instantly before vanishing again.

Every time he reappeared, he claimed another life.

In stark contrast, Chongming didn’t bother hiding at all.

Merging with his sword light, he charged straight into the crowd, slashing indiscriminately.

“Kill all these bald donkeys!”

Meanwhile, the rest of the Primordial Saint Sect disciples descended from the sky, storming into the interior of the ground-traveling boat to engage the Pure Land disciples in direct combat.

“Holy monks, why won’t you look at me?”

Bi Feiyuan moved like lightning, spreading blood and carnage while whispering seductively:

“If you’re here to deliver all beings, why not deliver me as well?”

“What’s the point of kingship and riches, what’s there to fear about precepts and discipline?”

“Holy monks, let me assist you in your cultivation.”

At this moment, deep within the ground-traveling boat, Guang Hai finally made his move.

“Demoness!”

He opened his mouth and unleashed boundless Buddhist sound, his voice like thunder:

“When I attain Buddhahood, if any heavenly beings in my land give rise to lustful thoughts for the body, I shall not attain supreme enlightenment!”

As the thunderous voice rolled out, the Pure Land disciples’ egos were nullified.

Without ego, there was no greed, hatred, or delusion, and no cycle of life and death.

All the desires stirred by Bi Feiyuan vanished instantly.

Even when they looked at her exposed body again, their eyes remained clear and unwavering.

Seeing this, Bi Feiyuan’s face immediately darkened:

“Hmph, that’s why I hate bald donkeys.”

Without Bi Feiyuan’s distraction, the Pure Land disciples quickly regrouped.

Beams of Buddhist light shot into the sky, manifesting giant Vajra Dharma bodies.

“Amitabha.”

Inside the boat, Guang Hai’s expression turned grim:

“Without the 【Fulong Temple】, the Eight Divisions of the Buddha are missing a section. Otherwise, I would have left none of these demonic cultivators alive today!”

The Eight Divisions of the Buddha, with hundreds of Qi Refining disciples combined, could form eight Vajra Dharma bodies.

If the eight Dharma bodies merged, they could borrow the power of an Arhat comparable to Foundation Establishment from the Pure Land, the ultimate trump card.

But now, with the 【Fulong Temple】 wiped out, this trump card was half-crippled.

Though Guang Hai had other ways to compensate, the cost was too great, and he was unwilling to use it unless absolutely necessary.

Fortunately, the situation was still under his control.

“Seven Vajra Dharma bodies are more than enough.”

Guang Hai sneered:

“This ambush is a clever move, but ultimately futile. Today, you will all be buried here.”

However, at that moment, Guang Hai suddenly twitched his eye.

Though he was deep inside the ground-traveling boat, protected by layers of formations, he felt a sharp gaze fall upon him.

“Not good!”

The moment he sensed it, Guang Hai tried to recall the Eight Divisions of the Buddha to protect himself.

But it was too late!

Outside the ground-traveling boat, high above the firmament.

Lü Yang hovered in the air, his expression indifferent as he calculated silently.

At the same moment Guang Hai sensed his gaze, Lü Yang curved his lips:

“Found you.”

In the next second, he plunged downward with a roar!

Almost simultaneously, Guang Hai felt an overwhelming power crash through all obstacles like a collapsing mountain, rushing toward him with unstoppable force.