Chapter 1506 The Man Who Called Himself Tathagata

The Blind Old Man leaped forward, his divine arts bursting forth, and at once joined walls with Granny Zhu's—the two's divine arts meshing perfectly together!

Astride the stars and constellations that Granny Zhu's primordial magnetic divine light had become, the Blind Old Man laid down formation after formation, hemming the Lame Old Man in on every side; his attainments in formations were foremost in Yankang, and even Yan Yunxi, foremost formation master of the Kaihuang era, held him in high esteem.

The Lame Old Man was furious. He pushed his primal spirit's speed to its utmost and said harshly, "I have come through Pixiang Hall itself—you think I would fear a damned blind fool like you!"

The Blind Old Man too was enraged. He leaped up into the midst of the stars, taking charge of the formations himself, and raised the Longtuo Divine Spear, saying wrathfully, "Seals are dead things; formations are alive. You think you can break out of my formation?"

The two clashed, trading furious blows, their bodies flitting ceaselessly through the starry void.

The Silent Artisan, meanwhile, was watching Shen Mu's dream, and saw that in this short span nearly all of it had been polluted, with only the last Buddha Shen Mu left unassimilated.

That Buddha Shen Mu chanted sutras, striving with all his might against the millions of assimilated tiny Shen Mus, but his chanting came in broken snatches.

"If we do not act now, it will be too late," the Silent Artisan sighed, looking at Granny Zhu.

Granny Zhu gritted her teeth, drew the divine bow, and was about to shoot Shen Mu's primal spirit dead with a single arrow, when at that very moment Buddha-light blazed forth beyond Great Black Mountain and Sanskrit chanting swelled loud. Granny Zhu turned to look, and amid layer upon layer of Buddha-light a middle-aged great Buddha came striding.

"Lord Huo..."