Chapter 1021: How Did This Monk Become So Powerful?

Although he had temporarily relieved the pressure on the frontal battlefield for the Yuan Realm, Ji Fan's expression was exceptionally heavy, without a hint of joy from his successful scheme.

He knew very well in his heart that the current stalemate was only temporary; once Wu Miaozhen, who was holding out alone, fell at the hands of the Haotian Immortal Emperor, the collapse of the Yuan Realm would only be a matter of time.

Ultimately, the gap between the two sides was too vast; even if the weaker side gave their all, it was still difficult to bridge the massive chasm in strength.

What made Ji Fan feel even more despair was that, facing this fully mobilized army of the Immortal Realm, even if someone successfully obtained the legendary human emperor sword, they would likely be unable to turn the tide of the battle…

On the other side, noticing the slowdown in the Immortal Court's offensive, the Haotian Immortal Emperor, currently in combat, couldn't help but frown slightly. A trace of piercing chill appeared on his face as his attacks became even more fierce, intending to defeat Wu Miaozhen as quickly as possible and then lead his army to wipe out the Yuan Realm in one fell swoop.

"I am the Lord of Mandate. A mere false god dares to try and stop a carriage like a mantis—how overconfident!"

As he spoke, the Haotian Immortal Emperor raised his palm. Behind him, a towering phantom tens of thousands of feet tall was reflected. Countless vast and heavy forces of Luck were added to his body as he struck out with a magnificent and grand golden palm print.

Wherever the palm print passed, the Void Realm surged and all laws shattered, like a grand emperor in control of the fate of all living beings issuing a decree to destroy everything in the world.

Boom!!!

Under that single blow, the layers of protective divine light around Wu Miaozhen's body shattered. Her figure stumbled and flew backward, and her divine body, which had been as dazzling as a great sun, dimmed accordingly; she was clearly severely injured.

Realizing she was at the end of her rope and that continuing the fight would likely end in disaster, Wu Miaozhen did not feel the slightest urge to retreat. Instead, she formed seals with her hands and cast an ancient and mysterious technique.

Shua—

The Power Of Faith within the divine domain converged like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. Divine light erupted across the sky once more, just barely managing to completely cancel out the crushing golden giant palm.

"Hmph! I have already given you a chance. I didn't expect you to still be so obstinate."

"Today, I shall see what you will use to maintain your Main God body once the Yuan Realm's Power Of Faith is exhausted!"

As he spoke, the killing intent in the Haotian Immortal Emperor's eyes grew even stronger. The small axe in his hand slashed out fiercely, cleaving toward Wu Miaozhen.

As this small axe, filled with endless destructive power, sliced through the Void Realm, the surrounding time and space seemed to stagnate. Before this power, the world's living beings, the elements of earth, water, wind, and fire… everything would be completely obliterated.

Facing the approaching axe light, Wu Miaozhen's jade-like face turned slightly pale, but a flash of determination crossed her eyes.

She was already at the end of her rope. Now, facing this Creation-grade sky-rending axe, there was almost no possibility of resisting; even if she didn't die, she would be heavily wounded.

Despite facing a desperate situation, no fear showed on Wu Miaozhen's face. Instead, she was extremely calm, resolutely mobilizing her last bit of Power Of Faith, preparing for a life-and-death struggle…

However, at that moment, a dazzling Buddhist light suddenly erupted on the intense battlefield. A Vajra Pestle about ten feet long appeared out of thin air, arriving later but striking first, whistling as it collided with the sky-rending axe.

Dang—

A terrifying sound of clashing metal echoed through heaven and earth, the aftershocks surging and creating ripples in the Void Realm.

After the collision, the Vajra Pestle was instantly sliced into fragments by the sky-rending axe, but it greatly neutralized the axe's unstoppable momentum, even knocking it off target and allowing Wu Miaozhen to escape disaster.

"A Buddhist Vajra Pestle?!"

Seeing this, the previously confident Haotian Immortal Emperor's expression changed slightly. He suddenly looked toward that brilliant Buddhist light and shouted:

"Who are you?! How dare you ruin my plans!"

"Amitabha!"

Accompanied by a distant Buddhist chant, a figure as dazzling as a great sun stepped out from the sky-filling Buddhist light.

He wore a simple monk's robe, eyes cast down, hands pressed together. With every step, a golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet. His entire body radiated a unique aura that calmed the mind, appearing ethereal and untainted by the dust of the world.

"The Buddha said: The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore. I hope all benefactors will find their way back, show mercy, and spare this pure land of the Yuan Realm."

"You are… Kong Ding?!"

Looking at this sudden young monk, Wu Miaozhen was first stunned, then her eyes widened, and an uncontrollable look of surprise appeared on her face.

How did this monk become so powerful after not seeing him for so little time?