NOVGO.NET Chapter 2051 Relying on Their Own Abilities
Chapter 2051: Relying on Their Own Abilities Chapter 2051: Relying on Their Own Abilities Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Jiahe Fo’s expression shifted drastically.
The Tenth Level Transcendence of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain had passed away, and now, he couldn’t afford to concern himself with Braydon Neal and the others.
He immediately soared into the sky, rushing toward the old dragon.
The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain had to secure the Tenth Grade Dao!
Braydon’s gaze also turned toward the spot where the dragon soul had dissipated.
“Should we fight for the Tenth Grade Dao?” Rusty Neal asked, glancing at Braydon.
With their many trump cards, they had a real chance at seizing the Tenth Grade Path.
“I want to go and see.
I’ll act according to the situation,” Braydon replied calmly.
As they continued toward the place where the old dragon had died, the previously clear sky darkened.
Dark clouds gathered, blocking out the sunlight.
“The Tenth Level Transcendence has passed away.
Heaven and earth can feel it—the Rain of Dao is coming.” Sure enough, the dark clouds thickened.
Rank 9 Transcendents hiding in the shadows began directing their juniors.
The deeper one ventured, the denser the rain would be, and the greater the rewards.
In the distance, the Liquor Sword Immortal, Scipio Langdon, and others waited silently.
Though Scipio had already stepped into the Tenth Level, the other four Pavilion Masters remained at the Ninth Level.
As Dao runes filled the air and dark clouds grew heavier, the Rain of the Way began to fall.
Each drop was rich with dense Dao runes.
Cultivators in the city scrambled to claim it.
The more Dao rain they absorbed, the broader their future Dao paths would become.
Suddenly, a dragon-shaped silhouette burst into the sky, roaring furiously.
The Tenth Grade Dao had appeared!
Jiahe Fo and the withered monk in yellow robes froze.
“Amitabha.
This Tenth Level Path was left by the Dragon Tribe of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple.
It should belong to the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple.
Does anyone have any objections?” Jiahe Fo declared, his figure appearing near the path of the tenth step as he addressed the surrounding void.
Countless Level Ten experts were likely concealed near the Myriad Buddha Mountain.
As for Level Nine transcending experts?
They were as common as dogs.
Elder Jiu appeared not far from Jiahe Fo, a wine gourd in hand.
He took a swig and spoke loudly.
“Jia He, you’re mistaken.” “Since the old dragon has returned to the heavens and earth, it’s clear he wouldn’t want the Tenth Level Dao to remain in your Ten Thousand Buddha Temple.
In my opinion, everyone here has a right to claim it.” “Is the Lotus Rain Pavilion looking to challenge my Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain?” Jiahe Fo’s face darkened.
“Oh?
Is the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain threatening war against my Lotus Rain Pavilion?” Scipio appeared beside Elder Jiu, his expression serious as he faced Jiahe Fo.
Both Tenth Level experts of the Lotus Rain Pavilion had arrived.
The monk in yellow stepped forward, joining Jiahe Fo.
“That’s not what we meant.
But if the Lotus Rain Pavilion insists on war, we won’t back down.” “I just wonder if the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain dares to fight with everything exposed,” Scipio said with a faint smile.
Though his tone was measured, Jiahe Fo and the monk in yellow understood the veiled threat.
Would they risk exposing the secrets of their mountain?
As the four Tenth Level combatants faced off in the sky, Ninth Level Transcendents began revealing themselves.
Once rare, Ninth Level powerhouses now seemed countless.
“Jiahe Fo, Elder Jiu is right.
Everyone here has a claim to the Tenth Grade Great Dao,” said a black-robed Rank Nine.
“That’s true.
The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain wouldn’t dare cut off the Ninth Level’s path, would it?” added another emaciated Rank Nine, his tone sharp.
His words were ruthless—if the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple admitted such a claim, the Ninth Level’s attitude toward them would shift dramatically.
Even if they obtained the Tenth Level Dao, the enmity of the Ninth Level experts would ensure the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple’s downfall.
“They’re truly merciless,” Everett Neal said, touching his small horn.
Braydon glanced at him.
“When a higher-level Dao is placed before you, let’s see if you’re any different.” “It seems this fight belongs to them alone,” Kreig Jordahl said softly, gazing at the crowded Rank 9 experts and the four Rank 10 combatants in the sky.
Braydon turned to Kreig, puzzled.
With the appearance of the tenth level great path, there should have been more than just these ninth and tenth level contenders—especially given the ninth level disciples under tenth level masters.
“The Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain has already sealed its space.
Even tenth level cultivators will have difficulty entering,” Kreig explained.
As a double level ten, even reincarnated and re-cultivated, Kreig could sense spatial barriers with ease.
“Then, should we go and try for the tenth level path?” Rusty asked.
“Let’s wait and see,” Braydon replied before disappearing into the trees to watch the events unfold.
He couldn’t interfere in the current battle.
In the sky, Herve Jervis’s expression grew increasingly grim, his palm raised before him.
“Do you all truly wish to make enemies of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain?” he demanded, anger lacing his voice.
But the level nine powerhouses stood their ground.
With Scipio and Elder Juntenen present, even Herve dared not recklessly provoke them.
Killing one of the level nine transcendents would spark chaos, tarnishing the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain’s reputation and inviting universal condemnation.
“Herve, are you still trying to assert your mountain’s authority?” Elder Juntenen smirked, his tone turning severe as his aura surged outward.
“Either we all compete for the tenth level great path, or…” “Your Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain declares war on all of us!” Beside him, Scipio released his own aura, dispersing much of the dark clouds.
Herve and the yellow-robed monk wore grim expressions.
They had no choice.
If they escalated the conflict, the mountain’s secrets would inevitably come to light.
The monk in yellow stepped forward with a cold glint in his eyes.
“Amitabha.
The Ten Thousand Buddha Temple has always been generous.
As for the tenth level path…” “Everyone, it’s up to your abilities!”