Chapter 2053 Boundless Sword

Chapter 2053: Boundless Sword Chapter 2053: Boundless Sword Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The hundreds of level nine powerhouses wore solemn expressions.

He had no choice—he truly had to be afraid.

He had even brought out his treasured Dharma artifact.

Suddenly, everyone’s gaze turned strange.

This was because the Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl was rumored only to suppress, not to kill.

Long ago, the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain used this alms bowl to suppress someone: Benaiah Strunk, the second-generation chief of the Myriad Demon Mountain.

It was said that Myriad Demon Mountain once sent four tenth-level great path experts to force Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain to release Benaiah, even offering countless tempting conditions.

Now, tens of thousands of years later, no one knew if Benaiah had passed away.

This was a battle between two Half-step Forbidden Lands—something most had only heard of and did not fully understand.

Scipio Langdon’s expression shifted slightly.  The Golden Sacred Bell in his hand instantly enlarged, enveloping everyone.

“It seems Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain truly has no scruples.

Let’s fight!” The Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl was a level ten eon artifact, and so was the Golden Sacred Bell.

Thus, Scipio showed no fear of the monk.

The Golden Sacred Bell, with its combination of offense and defense, was far more potent than the alms bowl in the monk’s hands.

“Black and yellow Qi, rise!” The yellow-robed monk looked at the Golden Sacred Bell above Scipio’s head with disdain.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain had been preparing for this moment for tens of thousands of years, foreseeing this exact situation.

His gaze swept over the periphery of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.

The monk’s once-merciful eyes turned violent.

With so many level nine cultivators present, refining them into blood pills could extend his lifespan by more than a thousand years.

At that point, he would only need to fabricate an excuse.

The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain would remain an unattainable and benevolent holy mountain in the eyes of the world.

This way, they could continue to protect the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain—and, by extension, protect countless others!

But now, his eyes were turning black.

The Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl left his hands, rapidly expanding in the air until it covered the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain!

“Oh no!” Kreig Jordahl, who had been watching the scene unfold, suddenly exclaimed.

“That’s not good!

That old monk intends to trap everyone here!” “That alms bowl possesses powerful spatial abilities.

Everyone, gather near me!” At this, Rusty Neal and Everett Neal immediately moved closer to Kreig.

Rusty even hugged Kreig’s waist, having sensed the immense power.

Kreig’s mastery of spatial path reassured him—it was safer to stick close.

There was no shame in survival.

“Braydon Neal, I really hate you to death!” Rusty gritted his teeth.

Even as he clung to Kreig, he continued badmouthing Braydon.

Everett, however, calmly responded.

“Master must have his reasons for this.” “Reasons, my ass!” Up in the sky, Braydon’s expression was solemn as he stared at the alms bowl rapidly expanding overhead.

Despite facing it head-on, he couldn’t see what was happening within the alms bowl.

Elder Juntenen took another sip of wine, addressing Braydon’s grim expression.

“This is likely one of Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain’s ultimate techniques.

They aim to trap everyone here—including us, two tenth-level cultivators.

“The spatial power within is immense.

If I’m not mistaken, there are already several small worlds formed inside that alms bowl!” “We can’t even confirm whether other tenth-level transcendents are lurking within.” A snow-white sword appeared in Elder Juntenen’s hand, its black-red hilt adorned with three red gemstones and a red tassel hanging from its base.

As the sword was unsheathed, the weapons of all the level nine transcendent cultivators trembled violently.

“What’s happening to my sword?” “My sword…

it’s trembling…” “Boundless sword Qi!

It’s snow-white!

That’s the Boundless Sword!” “Boundless Sword…” Herve Jervis narrowed his eyes at the weapon in Elder Juntenen’s grasp, uttering each word slowly.

Elder Juntenen, smiling casually, met Herve’s gaze.

“Herver, you recognize my old friend’s name.” “Juntenen,” Herve retorted, “I didn’t think you’d use Boundless for that little brat.” “Is that brat really so important to your Lotus Feather Pavilion?” A surging sword aura emanated from Elder Juntenen, vibrating so intensely it even distorted the surrounding void.

“Little brat?

I’d say your Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain is full of old bastards!” “Braydon is an inner disciple of the Lotus Feather Pavilion.

If you want to harm him, you’ll have to go through all of us first!” The Golden Sacred Bell above Scipio buzzed in agreement, making their stance clear.

Herve and the yellow-robed monk’s faces darkened, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Braydon had to die.

If he survived, the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain’s reputation would be destroyed.

Braydon knew their secrets.

If he spread the truth, the mountain’s thousands of years of prestige would crumble.

The monk in yellow bellowed furiously, revealing a withered arm beneath his robe.

“Dark Yellow World, suppress!” The golden alms bowl descended slowly, its massive spatial power stifling all resistance.

The level nine cultivators tried to counter it, but their strength was like pebbles thrown against a mountain—utterly ineffective.

Despair spread among them.

Scipio floated above, raising his voice to reassure them.

“Don’t panic.

The alms bowl only contains immense spatial energy.

There are likely multiple small worlds inside.

“It won’t directly harm us.

As long as we navigate the small worlds, we can make it out safely!” His words calmed the panicked crowd of cultivators.

Scipio grabbed Braydon and headed toward the alms bowl.

This trap had been crafted by Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain’s tenth-level cultivators and powered for over a thousand years.

Even if Scipio and Elder Juntenen unleashed their full strength, they could only send the alms bowl flying—not destroy it.

The three entered the alms bowl.

Suddenly, the spatial power within erupted in full force!

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