Chapter 2049: Tree Buddha

"Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain!"

As Saint Xin pounced forward, the power of the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain instantly erupted. Even if Xu Xiaoshou had become an Ancestor, could he possibly transcend the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain? Wishful thinking! All the Daos he cultivated fell within the domain's prohibitory scope. Even his strongest Sea of Will was susceptible to suppression by the Sea of Gods and Demons Dao. Therefore, even if what was suppressed earlier was just a clone, now that his true body had returned, there was no need for much action. As long as he was confined within the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain's reach, no matter how many tricks the boy had, he would be powerless.

"Suppress!" The Divine Court, covering all five regions of the continent, once again unleashed its mighty power of suppression. But at the very same moment, Xu Xiaoshou's figure beside the Temporal Realm suddenly shattered and vanished, as if it had been nothing more than an illusory bubble from the beginning. "Anger sometimes stems from fear." "Saint Xin, what are you afraid of? Me?" That playful, mocking voice, tinged with a hint of sarcasm, no longer emanated from beside the Temporal Realm passage, but appeared outside the Divine Court, at the highest point of the Holy God Continent.

The Apricot Realm's Sermon Screen rapidly zoomed in to keep up with Lord Shou's speed. Yet, it showed that at some unknown point, he had already stepped onto the fractured temporal flow, pressing down with one hand on the water-curtained Divine Court that was attempting to expand outwards, a faint smile on his face: "The Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain might be able to restrain me, but do you truly believe it can catch me?"

Saint Xin remained silent, continuing his stride through the air. As he moved, he suddenly extended his right hand, making a grabbing motion. Instantly, the Divine Court's Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain rapidly expanded outwards, intending to encompass Xu Xiaoshou's true body.

"It can't catch me!" Everyone had already suffered losses from the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain; how could Xu Xiaoshou allow Saint Xin to have his way? His combat awareness, reaching the fourth realm, instantly allowed him to judge the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain's expansion speed. And with the activation of his Divine Sensitivity state, his attention to detail intensified. Thus, Xu Xiaoshou was able to remain stationary, merely filling the space between himself and the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain with vast amounts of meaningless 'junk space'. The Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain pursued. He, however, 'ran' using junk space. This was equivalent to the distance between them continuously expanding; although the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain constantly advanced, devouring vast distances, it was a back-and-forth, a relative stillness. From the outside, it appeared as though the Divine Court had been expanding for a long time, yet it consistently maintained a safe hand's-breadth distance from Xu Xiaoshou.

"The Divine Court, unable to expand?" Few among the Apricot Realm's inhabitants could discern the spatial changes; some even thought Lord Shou had stopped Saint Xin's Divine Court expansion with a single palm. Saint Xin, however, grew even more anxious. Having comprehended everything, he absolutely could not allow himself to be ridiculed in such an effortlessly powerful manner before the world again. Xu Xiaoshou must be subdued! And with lightning speed! Anything less would fail to quell the humiliation he had just suffered from Xu Xiaoshou's words!

"Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade, go!" Suddenly, he raised both hands, summoning the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade from the Primordial Mother Coffin. The Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade was not seen traversing the void; instead, this artifact, one of the Holy Ancestor's three weapons, directly dissolved and sank into the fractured temporal flow. When it reappeared, it was behind Xu Xiaoshou, forming a pincer attack with the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, moving to bind Xu Xiaoshou in the middle.

"Quite formidable, aren't you?" As the cloud-like brocade, shapeless and shimmering with ethereal light, manifested itself, Xu Xiaoshou was startled to find that all the Heavenly Daos he could access were cut off by the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade's power, leaving him with little external power to draw upon. However, the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade was, after all, not the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain. It could sever an opponent's connection to surrounding Dao laws, but it could not forbid the various Daos controlled by the person being restrained. And those who had cultivated their Great Daos into long rivers or even seas of Dao were themselves almost equivalent to the Heavenly Dao, capable of borrowing the power of Dao's extreme or perfected states from the River of Great Dao or Sea of Great Dao.

"Hidden Suffering!" With a soft call, Hidden Suffering flew into his hand. Xu Xiaoshou gripped the sword, turning its blade to face the rapidly binding Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade. The Three Swords of the Sword Ghost instantly materialized. The three swords solidified into a sword array, displaying the Three Talents Sword Stance around Hidden Suffering, then swiftly merged into a single Body Ghost. Simultaneously, the River of Sword Dao beneath his feet churned with colossal waves, and myriad powers converged with the Body Ghost into Hidden Suffering's blade. "Sword Ghost: Drawing Sword Form!" He charged power as if using a hidden sword technique, then released the strike like a drawn sword, integrating the Body Ghost—the strongest frontal attack among the Three Swords of the Sword Ghost. Under this swift three-part sequence of gripping, turning, and striking the sword, Hidden Suffering's power surged to its peak, and with a soft hum, it unleashed a silver-white sword qi towards the rear. That utterly rigid and fierce silver sword light, without a hint of delay, instantly sliced through the midsection of the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade. With a ripping sound, the shapeless, cloud-like brocade was directly cleaved into two halves. The immense force pushed outwards into the starry sky, even sweeping the vast, attacking clouds into the fractured temporal flow.

"Hahaha!" Below, within the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, Saint Xin burst into laughter, his expression maniacal: "Xu Xiaoshou, you truly underestimate this Ancestor! The Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade is formless by nature; what it fears least is the sharpness of ancient sword cultivators like you!" "Is that so?" Xu Xiaoshou retrieved his sword, a corner of his lip curling. No sooner had he spoken than the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade, which had been swept into the fractured temporal flow by the sword light, burst into white flames all over.

Emberflame White Flame? On the Apricot Realm's Sermon Screen, when the white flames ignited, everyone was stunned. In this Ancestor God-level confrontation, though the Emberflame White Flame was said to burn everything, what role could it possibly play? "No, it's not just the Emberflame White Flame." "This is the white flame in the form of Thorough-Spirit Thought, or perhaps it should be called, the second generation Thorough-Spirit Thought, Dragon Fusion Burn?" Dragon Fusion Burn was the proud creation of Dragon Rongzhi, the Half-Saint of Emberflame from the Holy Palace. While the Half-Saint realm might not sound significant at this moment, Thorough-Spirit Thought, whether first or second generation, possessed power comparable to Ancestral Source. And with Lord Shou's Dragon Fusion Burn scorching the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade, combined with the high-burst, high-damage power of Sword Thought, preventing the brocade from repairing itself... This, surely, could even cut through the Dao laws borrowed by the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade when it attacked, and even its very essence, right?

"Pfft!" As expected, when the power of the white flames and Sword Thought fully spread across the entire Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade, Saint Xin's body inside the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Backlash! The Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade, one of the Holy Ancestor's three weapons, was nearly destroyed on the spot by this single sword strike? "You seek death!" Overwhelmed by fury, Saint Xin did not hesitate. As his vital blood spurted out, he formed a hand seal with one finger, remotely commanding the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade again: "Burn!" With a tearing sound, the Ancestor God's vital blood ignited. The Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain's power dimmed slightly, yet on the other side, within the fractured temporal flow, the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade radiated with ten thousand streams of dazzling light. In an instant, it broke free from the restraints of Sword Thought, white flames, and other second-generation Thorough-Spirit Thought powers, transforming into a vast net of mist, and once again moved to bind Xu Xiaoshou.

"Stubborn nuisance!" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes turned cold, and he became even less reserved. Immediately, he held his sword vertically before his chest, slowly raising it. Surging Name Power erupted around him, transforming into flowing water, converging onto the blade of Hidden Suffering. "Supreme Name is like water, benefiting all things, cleansing all evils, perfectly still yet moving at the right time." As these words were uttered, billions of people in the Apricot Realm simultaneously trembled. From Post-Heaven Spirit Refiners to Grand Void Half-Saints, each and every one felt something. They felt as though every 'Lord Shou' they had shouted over the years, every 'Ancestor Shou' they had honored, had accumulated drop by drop into that intangible River of Name Power. And at this moment, billions of Name Power surged, turning into towering waves that rose into the sky, gathering from a distance onto the blade of Hidden Suffering, outside the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain.

"Whoosh!" Around Xu Xiaoshou, Daoist chants resonated, transforming into the sound of flowing water. Faintly, it outlined the shape of a brand-new River of Great Dao, merely an embryonic form, not yet solidified into substance. Dao Qiongcang, observing from above Zero, felt his pupils contract. "The River of Name Dao, too, is about to form?" He knew all too well that Xu Xiaoshou's Dao of Name did not begin with his cultivation half a year ago. In truth, the essence of Sword Thought and the essence of Sword Contemplation Art were formed by simultaneously utilizing Thorough-Spirit Thought and Name Power. However, Ba Zun'an ultimately forged his 'Sword Self' on the path of Sword Thought. Xu Xiaoshou, on the other hand, entered the Dao of Name from Sword Thought, eventually returning to simplicity, shedding the outer constraints of Sword Thought, and reverting to the most primordial Name Power. From the initial ten-segment sword fingers cultivated in the Tiansang Spirit Palace, through various grandstanding displays of power during his journey across the Five Regions, to this moment when his sword strike gathers the Name Power of billions in the Apricot Realm. This was not an overnight success. On the contrary, it was the culmination of deep accumulation! The concept of the Dao of Name might have always been somewhat vague to Xu Xiaoshou, as it was only at this very moment, during an Ancestor God battle, that he truly began to formally employ Name Sword Arts. But the foundation of the Dao of Name, he had already built incredibly strong. Perhaps with just one life-or-death battle, perhaps with just one more sword strike, the solidification of the River of Name Dao would be within reach.

"Name Sword Art: Binding Sword Form!" Outside the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, Xu Xiaoshou gracefully unleashed a sword strike. The 'Supreme Name as Water' on Hidden Suffering's blade, drawing upon the Name Power of billions from the Apricot Realm, transformed into surging water, entwining around the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade that had just burned through the Ancestor God's vital blood. Clouds are formless and indefinite? But Supreme Name, transforming into water that embraces all rivers, can permeate anything, entwine anything. The Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade hadn't even managed to get close to Xu Xiaoshou before it was separated and entangled by the vast Name Power, then swept away and sealed, one by one, into the fractured temporal flow.

"How is this possible?" At this moment, Saint Xin could still feel his connection to the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade, but when he tried to control it again, he found his will willing but his power lacking. As long as the Name Power was not severed and the Binding Sword Form not dispelled, the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade, one of the Holy Ancestor's three weapons, was directly disabled, unable to be moved or utilized. "Name Power!" "This is definitely Name Power that can only be controlled by someone who has reached the height of a Name Ancestor!" Within the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, the Medicine Ancestor's eyes were already red, his thoughts complex to the extreme. He was jealous! The Dao of Name was too comprehensive; it could attack and defend. He was just one step too slow; otherwise, even if he had only seized Xu Xiaoshou's clone at the time, he could have at least plundered half of the Dao of Name, right? But now... It's gone! All gone! The Dao of Name was still in Xu Xiaoshou's hands, capable of trapping one of the Holy Ancestor's three weapons with just a single sword strike. And this guy also possessed the Dao of Sword, the Dao of Body, the Dao of Will, many unrevealed trump cards, and his eighteen Life Medicine Pools to squander. How could they fight? Even the Medicine Ancestor felt his scalp tingle for Saint Xin. This monster, once unleashed, truly possessed the ability to face four opponents alone, as was previously claimed; it wasn't just talk, it seemed he could actually do it.

"Damn it!" Saint Xin burst into a furious rage. By this point, he had already realized that the anger he had so easily been provoked into might not have been directed at Xu Xiaoshou at all; instead, it was successfully guided by Xu Xiaoshou's Dao of Will. But he was unwilling! To put it plainly, he was simply unwilling! Having a Ba Zun'an, who had achieved enlightenment and transcendence, emerge from a pigsty was already enough to make one grind their teeth; now, even Xu Xiaoshou dared to challenge him directly. How could he tolerate that?

"Name Power, after all, is borrowed from external sources." "Simply put, as long as the source from which Name Power can be generated is completely eradicated, the power of Xu Xiaoshou's sword strike will plummet by more than ten thousand times." "At that point, let alone trapping the Cloud-Blended Silken Brocade, it might even be difficult for him to merely cut through it!" As an ancient Ancestor God, and moreover, the first Ancestor God to emerge victorious from all challenges, how could Saint Xin not possess keen insight, and how could he not immediately discern that Xu Xiaoshou was borrowing power? So, from where was he borrowing Name, from where was he borrowing momentum? "The Apricot Realm!" The answer lay with the billions of cultivators in the Apricot Realm, the protective haven into which Xu Xiaoshou's clone had, at all costs, brought everyone upon its appearance. A mad idea emerged in his mind. Saint Xin didn't want to do this; after all, if the New Heavenly Realm were to be established, perhaps a second Ba Zun'an or a third could be nurtured among these people. Or perhaps not quite as powerful, but with the iteration of time, prodigious talents would always emerge. But at this moment, he had no choice but to do so. If he did not exterminate the billions of cultivators in the Apricot Realm, Xu Xiaoshou's Name Power would be like a surging river, endless and ever-flowing.

"Karma Heart Demon Seal..." Within the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, the Sea of Gods and Demons Dao beneath Saint Xin's feet was fully imbued with demonic power. His divine-demonic eyes also turned pure black, and with a thought, he slipped out of the Holy God Continent, entering the various Dao laws of the Apricot Realm. "Form!" With a shout, the Apricot Realm's Heavenly Dao became thoroughly infected with demonic energy, appearing at first glance like a demonic realm. The countless cultivators in Jade Capital City and the various reception cities, whether Spirit Refiners or ancient Sword Cultivators, were all, in an instant, provoked by the various heart demons that had emerged throughout their cultivation paths. "Roar!" Painful roars echoed from all directions. Even the Ancestral Tree, Dragon Apricot, developed various obsessions, its spirit turning from golden to black, almost driven to madness. Divine Worship Willow, Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus, and Progenitor Infant Holy Plant also failed to escape the influence of the Karma Heart Demon Seal; various obsessions arose in their hearts, instantly driving them mad. "Hiss, hiss, hiss..." Around each living being, surging demonic energy erupted. Each of them had bloodshot eyes, appearing to have fallen into qi deviation, and with the Ancestor God's power upon them, they were utterly unable to break free on their own. A single Karma Heart Demon Seal interfered with billions of cultivators in the Apricot Realm; when Ancestor Gods fought, mortals suffered. At this moment, Saint Xin's true demonic nature was fully exposed, utterly devoid of mercy. He formed a hand seal with his fingers, uttering a divine decree: "Sacrifice to my Demonic Dao, all laws return to their source!" "Explode!" As the heavy shout fell, the cultivators across the Apricot Realm, from the unconscious Xiao Meiwen to the clear-minded Zhu Li Muyu—except for Moon Palace Slave, who looked around with a bewildered expression—all found their bodies swelling, about to explode and die.

"Humph!" At this critical moment, above the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, Xu Xiaoshou's eyes turned cold, and he acted simultaneously. His Sea of Will abruptly unfurled. In a perfect union with heaven and man, he likewise projected a wisp of his consciousness, carrying Saint Xin's will empowered by the Sea of Gods and Demons Dao, and placed it into the various Heavenly Daos of the Apricot Realm. "Dong—" Like a grand bell echoing in their hearts, the cultivators of the Apricot Realm, seemingly in a state of qi deviation, all felt their minds tremble, as if they had been drawn into an illusory spiritual realm. Daoist chants also resounded in their ears, cleansing their hearts: "Enter my divine realm, receive my protection." "Spirit flourishing, will manifest." "Spirit flourishing, will manifest!" "White crane gathering lotus, immortal path distant!"

"So familiar..." "Who is it, who is speaking?" Mei Sire's consciousness slowly awoke in a world of emptiness, feeling as though he had returned to more than half a year ago, to the moment when Xu Xiaoshou fought to save all beings, when the two pillars formed a box, and Hidden Suffering was drawn. He suddenly came to, realizing this was the present, not the past. After a glance around, he discovered that all the cultivators in the Apricot Realm had fallen into the demonic path, on the verge of exploding and dying, himself included. But just then, Daoist chants echoed from beyond the heavens, and swords of Name Power flew in, like rainbows severing the sun, cutting off the demonic power on the various Heavenly Daos at their roots. And amidst the intertwining sword light, they constructed the current illusory spiritual realm, which pulled the wills of billions of cultivators in the Apricot Realm, drawing them all within.

"This is..." "Heart Sword Art?" Mei Sire's face showed emotion; he had discerned something, and his fingers couldn't stop trembling. Below this illusory spiritual realm was a boundless Sea of Gods and Demons Dao, where cultivators from the five regions floated and sank, as if fallen into a sea of suffering with no shore to return to. Above it, however, nine swords opened up, instantly constructing a Sea of Will, from which billions of strands of spiritual thought descended, striking the cultivators below, seeking to help those submerged to rise and transcend. "Xu Xiaoshou, he's back?" "He's fighting the Demonic Ancestor Saint Xin?" Mei Sire's eyes trembled. His own Dao had reached its end, but his legacy lived on, fighting the Demonic Ancestor in his stead. But... Could he succeed?

The Sea of Gods and Demons Dao suddenly surged, raising ten-thousand-foot waves that once again submerged all those who sought to transcend, while Saint Xin's gleeful, sinister laughter erupted in their ears: "Xu Xiaoshou, stop struggling." "How can you, with your power alone, remove the heart demons of the five-region cultivators? This is beyond human capability; in the end, you'll only make a fool of yourself!" "Boom, boom, boom!" No sooner had he spoken than a series of loud explosions erupted in the Sea of Gods and Demons Dao—these were lower-level cultivators who finally could not withstand the backlash of their heart demons. Yet, the Sea of Will above remained silent, seemingly still gathering power. Xu Xiaoshou couldn't save everyone. After all, Saint Xin, the Zero Ancestor God, already possessed formidable combat strength. Furthermore, heart demons sprouted from the very roots of a cultivator's being, making it difficult for outsiders to help eradicate them. But would he give up now? After the great waves had washed away the impurities, only the true gold would remain. Only those with truly firm Dao hearts, who could withstand the initial stage of the Demonic Ancestor's Karma Heart Demon Seal and await his integrated Dao sword, were the true steadfast cultivators.

"Soon!" Outside the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, Xu Xiaoshou pushed his union of heaven and man to the extreme. The Sea of Will had already unfolded, while the River of Sword Dao solidified, and quickly thereafter, the Dao of Name, which he had just barely touched upon, also rapidly formed. Just as his enlightenment concluded and he achieved complete mastery, above the illusory spiritual realm, the Sea of Will, corresponding to the Sea of Gods and Demons Dao, began to ripple. Then, from the vast ocean of the nine heavens, two torrents poured down like waterfalls: first, the River of Sword Dao, overflowing with silver light, and then the River of Name Dao, surging and suspended in the void. The three powers merged into one, forcefully suppressing the surging waves of the Sea of Gods and Demons Dao.

"What?!" A cry of alarm rang out. The Sea of Gods and Demons Dao was abruptly suppressed, unable to make any further moves. And responding to Saint Xin were Daoist verses brimming with killing intent, and the nine Name-Will Swords that severed heart demons. "Mixed Dao opens nine swords, his 'I' honors the Heart Art." "Illusory realm blesses the spirit, all myriad falsehoods become servants." "Suffering of body and mind sinks, stray thoughts cannot be rooted out." "One thought distinguishes gods and Buddhas, one thought becomes Prajna-empty."

"My sword..." Mei Sire's expression trembled. Even though at this moment his lower body was submerged in the Sea of Gods and Demons Dao and his upper body was being pulled by strands of spiritual thought, he was already suffering immensely. Yet, at this moment, his face was filled with pride, and he burst into loud laughter, tears mingling with the sword light, brimming with self-satisfaction. "It's this old man's sword!" "It's this old man's student!" "It's this old man who taught him!" "You Tu, what if you won against me with a single sword? Do you have a student like mine?"

"I..." Within the sea of suffering, one by one, the cultivators trapped by obsession and heart demons suddenly saw a bright lamp in the mist, and under the illumination of silver light, they caught a glimpse of their true selves. They looked up, and the heavens poured down a silver river, from which nine swords flew. The nine swords severed all directions, and in an instant, they eradicated the obsessions of the Apricot Realm's various cultivators, cut off Saint Xin's will from its contact with the Apricot Realm's Heavenly Dao, and redeemed everyone from the sea of suffering.

"Boom!" The illusory spiritual realm shattered, and Prajna-empty eradicated all heart demons. The various cultivators of the Apricot Realm escaped their abnormal state and returned to reality, only to see the illusory nine swords that had just been conjured within the spiritual realm, their momentum undiminished. They had actually peeled away from the world of consciousness and followed into reality, transforming into nine illusory Name-Will swords that sliced through the Apricot Realm's Heavenly Dao and pierced into the Holy God Continent.

"Impossible!" With the Karma Heart Demon Seal broken, Saint Xin spat out another mouthful of blood, his face filled with horror. But as his mind swept out, the terrifying nine swords advanced with unstoppable momentum, sweeping past the old site of Jade Capital, slicing through Crane Pavilion Wasteland, traversing beyond the Southern Departure Realm, their sharp edge directly closing in, intending to decapitate him. "Xu Xiaoshou, you are too insolent!" Saint Xin hastily retreated, simultaneously forming hand seals with both hands. He intended to activate the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, to shatter these nine Name-Will swords that dared to trespass into his Divine Court.

"Insolent?" Above the Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, Xu Xiaoshou sneered coldly: "Retreating again and again, Saint Xin, your fear is laid bare before this Ancestor." Having said that, he actually took a step forward, voluntarily entering the coverage area of the Divine Court's Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, even daring to point a finger from afar, a faint light flickering at his fingertip, ready to attack again. How dare he?! At this moment, Saint Xin's mind reeled. He could not fathom where Xu Xiaoshou found the courage and confidence to enter his Divine Court. Did he not fear death? Did he not fear being forbidden from using his arts? Did he not fear being suppressed, ultimately meeting the same fate as his clone, dying by self-detonation? But... Just as the storm raged ceaselessly in his mind, Saint Xin suddenly snapped back to awareness, realizing he had missed the optimal combat opportunity, and a chill ran down his spine. Without thinking, he directly commanded the Divine Court, simultaneously suppressing both the nine Name-Will swords and Xu Xiaoshou. "Suppress!"

As this heart-wrenching cry escaped his lips, Saint Xin distinctly heard an overlapping sound. It did not originate from himself, but from Xu Xiaoshou. Xu Xiaoshou, now standing aloft, also pointed a finger from a distance, uttering only one word: "Suppress!" Saint Xin's suppression was that of the Divine Court's Law-Delaying Heavenly Domain, a helpless retreat. Xu Xiaoshou's, however, was the momentum of receiving the sword, breaking the Sea of Gods and Demons Dao, sweeping through mountains and rivers, advancing with powerful strides. Two grand suppression techniques materialized simultaneously. Xu Xiaoshou, venturing alone into danger, felt it deeply; he felt as though he was suffering the ultimate punishment, his entire body weak, all usable Heavenly Dao laws vanishing. Yet, he did not move a step, standing haughtily above the clouds, building from a high vantage point, as if his momentum was ceaseless and his power inexhaustible, absolutely capable of crushing Saint Xin's Divine Court. Under these circumstances, the momentum simultaneously pressing towards Saint Xin was like a breaking flood, instantly tearing through the Ancestor God's mind, collapsing his impregnable mental moat, and imprinting a resplendent heart demon's root of will in his heart.

"Buzz!" The momentum was like a descending mountain, crushing one's spirit. Saint Xin's body swayed from the impact, his mind briefly losing control, only to see the Divine Court's Dao laws in chaos, his own power fading, and Xu Xiaoshou, who had been suppressed, suddenly regaining strength within the Divine Court. "No!" He finally cried out in alarm. Because at the instant the Divine Court's Dao laws were thrown into disarray by the 'sweeping through mountains and rivers' momentum, the nine shattered swords before him solidified again, merging into one. Saint Xin wanted to resist. His consciousness imprint activated, and a towering, insurmountable Great Buddha seemed to rise in his mind. He turned and looked back; high in the distant sky, Xu Xiaoshou stood in the void, and behind him, a Great Buddha also manifested, radiating golden light, empowered by the faith of billions of cultivators in the Apricot Realm. That was Xu Xiaoshou's aid, and at this moment, Saint Xin's inescapable nightmare. —Name Sword Art: Great Buddha Sever! "Saint Xin, with this sword of mine, I plant a Great Buddha in your heart. From this day forward, you shall revere this Ancestor and bow down as my slave!"