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Chapter 448 - 447: Diting’s Warning, Ksitigarbha Chooses to Retreat [First Update]

"Ancestor Immortal Ninth Layer..."

Ksitigarbha furrowed his brows into a line.

It’s hard to believe that his Quasi-Saint Power would be withstood by someone at the Ancestor Immortal Realm.

Even though it was just a casual strike from him.

But as a Quasi-Saint, who among them hasn’t cultivated a trace of Saint’s Qi?

This thing.

Is akin to the difference between Immortal Power and Spiritual Power.

For example, those who haven’t achieved the Immortal Body, the mana within them is composed of Spiritual Qi.

But after becoming an Immortal.

The Spiritual Qi in every part of the body will be replaced by Immortal Aura.

Why can those who defy to attack immortals become legends?

It’s because mana and Immortal Power are two completely different things.

Under normal circumstances, even a vast sea of mana can’t resist even a trace of Immortal Power!

There’s no way.

This is a qualitative gap.

It can’t be compensated for by quantity.

Similarly.

Why is it said that under a Saint, all are ants?

It’s because after achieving Saint, what is contained within is no longer Immortal Power.

But the Power of the Celestial Dao, the Power of Rule!

This is energy that transcends all life!

It’s a power that cannot be resisted in reverse!

And a Quasi-Saint is precisely someone who has touched the existence of this energy!

Although still vastly different from a true Saint, they have transcended the normal Immortal’s cultivation path and stepped into another level!

Also for this reason.

Besides the saying "under a Saint, all are ants," there is also the saying "under a Quasi-Saint, all are ants."

"This child must not be left alive!"

The Great Ming King said, transmitting a secret message.

"Sun Wukong now has the Demon Ancestor Ancient Bell, in a direct fight, I’m afraid I can’t hold him back."

"Ksitigarbha, you entangle Sun Wukong with Purgatory, just give me a moment, I’ll finish him and come to your aid!"

The Great Ming King conveyed through telepathy, his tone icy, his gaze fixed tightly on Lin Heng.

Indeed.

This Daoist withstood a Quasi-Saint’s attack, which is astonishing and shocking.

But this doesn’t mean he can actually contend with a Quasi-Saint!

If a Quasi-Saint stays focused and attacks with full force.

No Ancestor Immortal in the world can survive!

She was confident that as long as Ksitigarbha entangled Sun Wukong for a moment, under the Five-Colored Divine Light, no matter how monstrous this Daoist was, he would undoubtedly die!

"Okay!"

Ksitigarbha agreed with a grave expression.

This indeed is the best choice now.

There’s no other way.

During this emergence, worried about his base, he left his Quasi-Saint Supreme Treasure in the Dao Field.

And he still had Dao injuries from the last calamity cycle.

Though he gained some Qilin’s Body earlier, there was no time to digest it.

In such a situation.

Ksitigarbha truly had no confidence in suppressing Sun Wukong holding a Quasi-Saint Artifact.

The best current method.

Is to do his best to stall Sun Wukong for a moment, allowing the Great Ming King to handle that Daoist, then join forces to surround and conquer.

Only then can victory be assured!

The two exchanged glances and made up their minds.

Sun Wukong sensed something, advanced slightly, and shielded Lin Heng behind him.

But just as they all thought the great battle was imminent.

Diting suddenly squatted down, seemingly hearing something, then looked gravely at Ksitigarbha and transmitted:

"Bodhisattva, we must leave!"

Its tone was somewhat severe, with a hint of urgency.

"What’s wrong?"

Ksitigarbha, who always appeared frail, frowned in confusion.

Diting spoke gravely: "He is approaching, lying in wait!"

"What?"

Ksitigarbha’s face turned extremely solemn, yet he wasn’t too surprised, as if he had expected that person to appear.

Meanwhile, the Great Ming King Peacock, still unaware of Diting and Ksitigarbha’s exchange, urged through transmission:

"Why haven’t you acted yet?"

Ksitigarbha took a deep breath: "Diting has sensed the aura of Nether River Ancestor, I can’t get hurt, this battle must not continue!"

"Nether River Ancestor?"

The Great Ming King’s eyes slightly widened, then she expressed mild anger.

"That guy is really restless now."

"Last time in Western Heaven, he forcefully intervened and rescued that junior Nezha."

"And now he wants to appear again!"

"It seems he no longer wants to miss the contest for the Saint’s seat in this era."

Saying this, the Great Ming King looked at the prepared Sun Wukong and Lin Heng with some regret and a touch of frustration in her heart.

Nether River Ancestor is a strong contender for the Underworld’s Saint seat.

His presence must mean he seeks an opportunity against Ksitigarbha.

Ksitigarbha, of course, could no longer risk opening a Quasi-Saint battle.

"Alas..."

"Letting them go this time, in the future, they may become two significant threats."

The Great Ming King sighed but had no way out.

"Let’s go."

Ksitigarbha said: "Today we’ve already gained Qilin Flesh, which counts as achieving our goal, now returning to heal the old Dao injuries is the top priority."

"As for Sun Wukong, and that peculiar Daoist."

"There will be opportunities in the future."

The Great Ming King wanted to speak but stopped, helplessly nodding.

The atmosphere, once filled with tension, erupted into the heavens.

With the killing intent of Ksitigarbha and the Great Ming King dissipating, it vanished like smoke.

Both shot a cold glance at Sun Wukong and Lin Heng.

Then, without lingering, turned and left.

???

Their sudden retreat left the on-guard Sun Wukong and Lin Heng momentarily stunned.

Feeling a bit unexpected.

On the edge of the battlefield, the Nine Nether Ao and Ancient Immortal, watching from the shadows, were also briefly dazed, then in shock and anger.

"They just left?"

"The two of them, could it be, they were wary of that Daoist?"

Both were somewhat incredulous.

Although that Daoist withstood Ksitigarbha’s Quasi-Saint strike, it was indeed shocking!

But as Quasi-Saints.

They couldn’t truly consider an Ancestor Immortal as an opponent!

Even if that Ancestor Immortal is monstrous.

"Could it be, they didn’t want us to reap the benefits, so they put on a show?"

The Ancient Immortal speculated, frowning deeply.

The Nine Nether Ao fixedly stared at Ksitigarbha and the Great Ming King, trying to determine if they were truly leaving or just pretending.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong remained vigilant.

Still on high alert, guarding against any sudden events.

In contrast, after a brief period of contemplation, Lin Heng quietly grabbed the Purple Gold Red Gourd and loudly shouted at the departing Great Ming King:

"Great Ming King Peacock, are you just going to leave?"

"Where’s your temper?"

"If you’re so weak and incompetent, aren’t you just like that Six-Eared Macaque pretending to be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, a fake Great Ming King Peacock?"

Lin Heng’s voice boomed, resounding between heaven and earth, deliberately mocking the Great Ming King in front of all beings.

Sure enough.

The distant Great Ming King paused, and the void beneath her feet cracked into pieces from her anger.

She turned back with glaring eyes, about to speak.

But Diting suddenly shouted to stop her: "Don’t respond to him!"

The Great Ming King was momentarily stunned, tilting her head in confusion at Diting.

Diting, with a sharp gaze fixed on Lin Heng, coldly said: "In his hand, he’s holding the Purple Gold Red Gourd!"