A moment later, Lingjiu Mountain was in sight. Su Jie stood atop the Great Sun Cloud Palace, the highest building of the Red Shine Immortal Palace, gazing deeply towards Lingjiu Mountain. The mountain was covered with a thousand Buddha Towers, 84,000 Buddhist temples staggered along its slopes, and 800 Arhat Halls glowed like divine fireflies. The majestic peak was hidden within the clouds, while the golden glazed tiles of the ancient temples reflected seven-colored Buddha’s light, and the sandalwood incense smoke from the bronze burners twisted into the shape of a coiling dragon, lingering around the temples. Midway up the mountain, a hundred-foot tall statue of Shakyamuni Buddha gazed down with merciful eyes, holding a Seven Treasure Lotus Platform in its palm, receiving nectar from the earth vein, as a waterfall plunged into a deep pool, creating countless rainbows. At the very top of Lingjiu Mountain, there was also a Holy Bodhi Tree with roots deeply embedded into the earth and void, absorbing vast amounts of spiritual energy. Amidst the knotted branches, the wrinkled bark condensed into spiritual charm with a nine-colored treasure light, each golden leaf’s veins glowed faintly, as if thousands of ever-burning lamps hung in the void. "Lingjiu Mountain, what a magnificent scene!" With his hands behind his back, Su Jie looked down upon Lingjiu Mountain. Behind Su Jie, thousands of cultivators formed an imposing army formation. "Fortunately, soon this will all be mine." Su Jie’s mouth curled into a cold smile, he waved his hand and shouted, "Sound the drums, break into the lair of these bald donkeys." As soon as he spoke, thirty-six war drums made from Kui’s skin reverberated simultaneously. The source of this content ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽 Towering disciples from the Dragon and Tiger Sect, practitioners of physical cultivation, struck the war drums with their bare chests, causing the thunderous sounds to resonate across the sky dome. While Su Jie observed Lingjiu Mountain, Lingjiu Mountain also took note of the presence of the Red Shine Immortal Palace. "Enemy attack, enemy attack!" On Lingjiu Mountain, several Arhat monks rang the Buddha Bell with great effort, the Buddha’s voice echoed, shaking Lingjiu Mountain. A hundred thousand monks and biqu gathered their gaze upward to see the Red Shine Immortal Palace, flying towards them like a mountain. The sea of clouds gradually pushed aside, the sky dome split a crimson-gold seam, the Red Shine Immortal Palace shattered drifting clouds and descended slowly. It was constructed entirely from 12,800,000 blocks of Red Sky Fire-patterned Stone, each stone inhaling and exhaling cloud vapor, dyeing the sea of clouds within a hundred miles a fiery red. On the sundial shaped like a three-legged golden crow, a figure stood with hands behind, a ferocious thousand-hand centipede perched on the left shoulder, eyes like lightning, chilling to the core. Over ten thousand powerful cultivators stood behind this person, and the upright battle flags fluttered intensely. Sword cultivators from the Golden Sword Sect emitted sword glimmers, merging body with sword, and flying swords danced and sliced through the sky dome, shredding the cloud sea beyond recognition. Cultivators from Fire Cloud Palace traversed the void, leaving blazing flames igniting the vacuum, rapidly spreading great fires. Moreover, a formidable group of demons from Chongzhou stood menacingly, swarming black crows, waving the Netherworld Fire Bone Banner, releasing thousands of roaring Yin souls. Many disciples of Esoteric Buddhism turned pale; as the dominant force in the Western Regions, they never expected someone would assault Lingjiu Mountain. "Amitabha Buddha, Mr. Su, must you fight to the death and destroy us, leaving only fish and net?" A Buddha’s voice resounded, Batu Bone appeared at the crown of the Holy Bodhi Tree. With hands clasped, he endeavored to negotiate peace, even changing the title from devil to Mr. Su. "Fishing net? Does a stray dog like you have the right to say this? Previously at our Ghost Ridge Palace’s Mountain Gate, weren’t you boasting you’d suppress and kill me? Now you want peace, you’re playing quite the grand scheme. You started the war, but the end is up to me." Su Jie let out two cold laughs, finding Batu Bone’s desire for a truce utterly ridiculous. "Amitabha Buddha, there were previous misunderstandings about Mr. Su, I imagine Mr. Su has resentment in his heart, but who isn’t suffering in this vast sea of people? Our Esoteric Buddhism upholds the principle of ’care not to harm ants while sweeping, cherish moths by lanterns,’ in war, only countless cultivators suffer. As the saying goes, it’s better to resolve enmity than to create it; consider long-term perspectives, Mr. Su might as well ponder; if our two sects make peace, there are bound to be cooperative opportunities. Now with Da Li Dynasty’s crumbling, joining forces might allow us to establish our foothold, leading our respective sects to greater heights." Batu Bone kept trying, knowing he couldn’t match Su Jie, a ceasefire would be best. "Haha, old bald donkey, you’re battling wits with the Demon Path, once I seize your head and extract your soul into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, I’ll have plenty of time to listen to your enlightenment." Su Jie laughed maniacally, his arrogant and domineering smile turning Batu Bone’s expression instantly dark. "Devil, you’re too deeply entranced by the demonic path, too bloodthirsty." Gritting his teeth, Batu Bone, observing Su Jie’s intent to uproot his base, abandoned any respectful tone and angrily retorted, "If war starts, you might not defeat all of our Esoteric Buddhism before exhausting your spiritual power." "Whether I can or can’t, we’ll see by using your Esoteric Buddhism as the test." As soon as Su Jie finished speaking, the three-legged golden crow underfoot extended its wings skyward, transforming into highly concentrated flame spiritual power. Thousands of top grade spirit stones stored within the formation consumed instantly, generating a terrifying flame breath. Simultaneously, Su Jie pressed down with his palm, swiftly converging the power of the Five Elements in his palm, forming an enormous handprint with a diameter of a kilometer, where five-colored streams of spiritual power gathered. Five Elements Demon Suppressing Handprint! The thousand-hand centipede leapt off Su Jie’s shoulder, returning to its original 3,000-meter length, showcasing its Daoist body, and its massive form slammed down like a mountain. Their attacks synchronized perfectly, hurtling towards Lingjiu Mountain.