Just as Xu Qing's manuscript began to burn, the surrounding air was instantly evacuated, emitting a sharp whistle.

Immediately, thousands of golden characters, like burning sprites, leaped from the blazing ashes, each glowing with a mysterious light.

They gathered into flowing streams of light, shooting into the ancient and majestic Heaven Shaking Bow like meteors.

The runes on the bow were awakened, transforming into illusory light and shadow, soaring from the quiver, spiraling and weaving in mid-air, finally condensing into eight archaic characters: "The Heavenly Dao is merciless, the Human Dao has its laws."

In an instant, King Lin felt the Qi-Blood in his body surge like a tidal wave, resonating with the Earth Veins beneath his feet. His heartbeat was like the pulse of the earth, his breath akin to the mountains' inhalation and exhalation.

Before he could draw the bow, the towering mountains trembled, seemingly dreading the coming power.

Each ink character transformed into a massive golden light, piercing the sky.

As the "Heaven" character was released, the Ziwei Star Shining poured like a torrential downpour, and the night sky was instantly enveloped in mysterious starlight;

The "Dao" character linked with the Dragon Qi of the Earth Veins, and golden light surged from deep within the earth, a giant dragon winding and circling, its Dragon Qi continuously pouring into the thousands of characters.

In the blink of an eye, the thousands of characters carried an endless force, like a reversed galaxy, roaring as they poured into the bow.

King Lin's eyebrows furrowed tightly, his gaze resolute and determined.

He took a deep breath, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his legs bursting with the strength of his entire body, straining to draw the bow as if to gather the power of heaven and earth. His tiger's mouth instantly split open, crimson blood gushed forth like a spring, yet it was absorbed by the bow's inscription before it could touch the ground.

At the same time, the ground beneath his feet heaved like the boiling sea, the Qi from the Earth Veins raging like a torrent, flowing through the Foot Three Yin meridians into his Dantian.

Behind him, a magnificent apparition of the Jiangshan slowly emerged, mountains and rivers, cities and villages vividly depicted.

The bowstring had yet to move, but the ancient cypress around them was snapped in half by the terrifying force, the rings naturally forming the pattern of the character "law." Not far away, the waterfall surged against its flow, solidifying in mid-air into four gigantic water characters "The Human Dao Has Its Laws," each shimmering with crystalline brilliance.

Boom boom boom! Arrows of soul phantoms swirled in the clouds, forming formations, transforming into a massive three-zhang golden plaque suspended in the sky.

The brushstrokes of the inscription on the plaque were like Dragons battling, the flicks and strokes shooting Sword Qi like lightning across the sky, directly challenging the protective Buddha Light of the Snowfield Living Buddha.

Within the Buddha Country Illusion Realm of the Snowfield Living Buddha, the original laughter abruptly turned into cries of alarm. The souls immersed in bliss saw the real starry sky, half breaking free from the Illusion Technique, turning into fireflies flying toward the Heaven Shaking Bow's string. Though their light was weak, together they formed an irresistible force.

King Lin's ears rang with the shouts of thousands of people, the work songs of farmers, the verses of scholars, the calls of blacksmiths.

These voices converged into a powerful spiritual power, the farmer's hoe, the scholar's brush, the blacksmith's hammer phantoms all gathered at the arrow's tip, infusing this shot with endless hope.

King Lin's entire skeleton crackled like frying beans, his spine undulating like a dragon, causing the surrounding air to violently ripple. As the bow reached its full draw, Xu Qing's apparition slowly appeared behind him.

This creator of the Immortal Dynasty used his fingers as a brush, inscribing the final decree in the void:

"For great ambitions require sacrifice, dare to make the sun and moon renew the heavens!"

As this decree appeared, the power between heaven and earth began to boil.

The Golden Body of the Snowfield Living Buddha was unexpectedly covered with densely packed web-like cracks, the sharp "zizi" sound piercing and harsh, as if to tear this space apart.

In his eyes, Golden Blood surged uncontrollably, coalescing eerily in mid-air into a "卍" character radiating uncanny light.

The formerly peaceful and serene Buddha Country Illusion Realm was now as fragile as glass under this mighty power's impact, shattering piece by piece. The thousands of souls trapped within emitted piercing screams, filled with endless pain and despair, as if aiming to tear human souls asunder.

The ancient dusk drum's scriptures peeled off inch by inch from the drum surface. As they fell, Shakyamuni's blood-weeping visage, full of sorrow, slowly emerged on the drum skin, as if mourning silently for this calamity.

The Living Buddha understood in his heart that the situation had reached a critical moment. His face was distorted by extreme anger and resentment, his features seemed out of place, emitting a hoarse roar, as his hands rapidly formed the Demon Suppression Seal. This seal, gathering the Esoteric Sect's supreme demon-suppressing power, was his last trump card.

However, in the face of the overwhelming arrow energy, seemingly solidified, this powerful Buddhist force appeared so fragile.

A sharp arrow energy, carrying an unstoppable momentum, whistled forward with unimaginable speed, faster than an eye could blink. It was like a blade that cuts through iron effortlessly, instantly slicing off three of the Living Buddha's fingers.

The three severed fingers had just hit the ground when a strange transformation occurred, instantly turning into three demon-subduing pestles made of gold and jade. The runes on the pestles flashed and flickered as if struggling defiantly, attempting to release their last bit of power to defend the crumbling dignity of the Buddhist sect.

At this moment, the distant horizon's dark clouds were suddenly torn apart by an invisible giant hand. A pitch-black rift appeared abruptly, and from within, Xu Qing's True Sky Demon form, surrounded by billowing black mist, descended slowly.

Wherever he went, the air seemed to be tainted with a layer of terrifying aura, chilling the bones. The surrounding space resembled a distorted canvas, continuously deforming and wrinkling with him at the center.

Xu Qing's right hand slowly extended; the originally normal knuckles instantly swelled to three times their usual size, the fingernails transformed into cold, gleaming mystic iron blades. Merely passing through the air, they tore it apart, producing sharp whistling sounds.

In an instant, his hand pierced into the core of the dusk drum. The drum trembled violently as if a severely wounded life form, emitting painful "buzzing" groans.

Seeing this scene, the Living Buddha's anger reached its peak, yet he laughed skyward instead.

He poured all his remaining Buddha Power from his body, without reservation, into the nearby morning bell, simultaneously performing the Vajra Zen Lion's Roar: "How dare a Heavenly Demon covet a Buddha Treasure?"

In an instant, the morning bell emitted a tremendous sound, and the bell's roar echoed widely. Golden ripples centered around the morning bell expanded outward like waves.

But when these golden ripples touched the dense black mist surrounding Xu Qing, an astonishing scene unfolded. The seemingly sacred and inviolable Buddha light, eroded by the Tai Chu Demon Qi, quickly turned into a pool of foul pus, rapidly disintegrating like snow meeting blazing sun, emitting a nauseating stench.

In Xu Qing's left eye, a burst of Ziwei Star Radiance erupted, dazzling brightly, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight descending. Meanwhile, his right eye exhaled the Beiming Vortex, an endless power of devour radiated from it, as if nothing in the world could escape its pull.

Behind his True Sky Demon form, two demonic shadows emerged. Each shadow emitted unique and eerie auras and was forming different Dharma Seals.

The first demonic shadow was agile and swift, turning palms into knives; the blade light flashed quickly, nearly uncatchable. The glow of the collapsed barrier released by the morning bell, under this blade light, was instantly cleaved, bursting forth with light as vibrant as fireworks, lighting up the entire sky.

The second demonic shadow was even more astonishing, exhibiting the Five Thunders Great Handprint. In its palm, thunder flashes flickered, and thick strands of lightning surged like dragons. The majestic thunder power, with earthquake and sky-splitting might, pressed the Living Buddha three feet into the ground. A huge and deep pit instantly appeared on the surface, with dust swirling in the air, lingering for a long time.

Demonic Qi continuously corroded the dusk drum, causing it to rapidly shrink under this fearsome force. From a towering giant, it finally reduced to the size of a bone bell, gently falling into Xu Qing's palm.

The moment he grasped the bone bell, a powerful force surged into his body, making the demonic Qi around him even more potent, seemingly ready to break through the sky.

The entire ancient temple could no longer withstand the impact of this mighty force and collapsed with a "boom." A black Netherworld Spring erupted from the ground, with its waters roiling and emitting a nauseating breath of death.

King Lin, having observed the battle from the side all along, seized this perfect opportunity. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving intensely. His entire body's muscles tightened like iron, veins bulging like serpents ready to strike.

Exerting all his strength, he drew the Heaven Shaking Bow to its limit. The bowstring was pulled so tight that it vibrated with a "buzz," as if heralding the final intense war anthem for this astounding battle.

With determined eyes and a piercing gaze, he nailed three arrows precisely into the major acupoints around the Living Buddha. The arrowheads' scripts of the "Immortal Dynasty Code" flickered with mysterious light, instantly transforming into chains extending towards the remnants of the Buddha Country's souls trying to escape.

Under the binding of the chains, these residual souls cried out in pain, their voices extraordinarily miserable. Ultimately, they were all sealed into the Earth Vein.

Xu Qing's True Sky Demon rode the crests of the Netherworld Spring, drifting farther away. His figure gradually blurred in the darkness, becoming increasingly indistinct.

Yet, the wind carried his wild, uninhibited laughter: "Many thanks for the master's gift, this drum shall hang on the execution platform of the Immortal Dynasty, subduing evil spirits in all directions!"

This laughter echoed between heaven and earth, lingering persistently.

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