Chapter 1433: Muddy Buddha Dharma Appearance, Calamity Golden Body

Cui Ran’s heart involuntarily trembled as he looked at Su Zhiwei’s calm face.

He opened his mouth, intending to say something, but ultimately nodded firmly. "Understood!" he exclaimed. "Please take care of yourself!!" With that, Cui Ran, along with Mr. Han, who was slumped in a wheelchair due to weakness, quickly ran towards the platform on the top floor of the Babel Tower.

The three Ingenuity Deity figures guarding Mr. Han moved without hesitation, pushing the wheelchair directly off the platform and plummeting straight down. Simultaneously, several nozzles suddenly opened at the bottom of the wheelchair, and a powerful gush of wind surged out, supporting Mr. Han above and slowing his descent as he buffered towards the ground.

The three Ingenuity Deity figures and Cui Ran, each with a special parachute on their back, protected the wheelchair as it gently floated towards the ground.

They looked down and saw a massive number of rampaging skeletal calamities that had already surged into the city. Collapsed buildings raised dust, shrouding the chaotic domain above.

How many civilians had died under the calamity's trampling? A hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, five hundred thousand? Cui Ran had lost count.

He simply tightened his grip on the dagger hidden beneath his sleeve, as nervous sweat trickled down his cheeks. He looked at the frail figure in the wheelchair, his gaze more resolute than ever before.

As long as Mr. Han remained alive, all these deaths would be meaningless. This contemporary leader of the Medical Deity Path was risking everything to snatch people back from Death itself!

But precisely because of this, the pressure on Mr. Han, Cui Ran, and the others was immense. Their lives and deaths were tied to the survival of the entire domain.

Cui Ran, slowly descending, did not notice that in a corner of his unperceived thoughts, a figure draped in a red robe with black patterns was taking shape from the ruins on the ground.

Chen Ling looked down at his hands, a hint of joy flickering in his eyes. "It worked," he murmured. "Although my physical body is sealed within the Ruoshui Ruins, my Thought Storm can still be used."

At this moment, Chen Ling's physical body had been sealed within the Ruoshui Ruins by a Book Deity demigod, making escape impossible. However, his spirit could still extend outwards through the Thought Storm, meaning he still had a chance to break free from the seal.

The seal left by the Book Deity demigod could only be broken by a Ninth-Order being. Therefore, the moment Chen Ling realized he could use Thought Storm, he came to the Tian Shu Domain, as Su Zhiwei, stationed there, was the demigod he trusted most in this era.

However, when he tried to connect his thoughts directly to Su Zhiwei, he discovered a powerful aura surging around her, capable of interfering with thought entry. So, he could only temporarily intervene with the nearest available thought to see what was happening. His target for intervention was Cui Ran, the assassin with whom he had previously established a connection.

Chen Ling looked up at the Babel Tower. The flesh-and-blood vines had now enveloped nearly eighty percent of the tower body, leaving only a section of the spire still standing in the air. The parts of the tower that the vines had climbed were horrifyingly transmuted into flesh. Root-like and vein-like structures emerged on the tower's surface, writhing with a disturbing resilience.

It wasn't just the Babel Tower; as the roots of the Turbid Calamity burrowed into the ground, even the streets near the tower pulsed gently up and down, like a diaphragm in a chest cavity. The original concrete had turned into flesh, and wherever the Turbid Calamity touched, all matter was transformed into life...

"Is this the Turbid Calamity...?" Chen Ling's brows furrowed deeper.

Strictly speaking, this was Chen Ling's first time experiencing the power of the Turbid Calamity at such close proximity. Its ability to transform everything at its root into life was lethal to a domain, and now, the Turbid Calamity had taken root in the very heart of the Tian Shu Domain.

Where was Su Zhiwei? The Turbid Calamity had already taken root in the Babel Tower, so why wasn't she taking action?

Due to the disturbance from String Theory, Chen Ling still couldn't access Su Zhiwei's thoughts. Just as he hesitated whether to switch targets, the flesh-and-blood vines rooted in the Babel Tower completely enveloped the spire. The Turbid Calamity's body slowly moved upwards from underground, and to Chen Ling's surprise, a massive fruit-like growth emerged directly from the top...

No, rather than a fruit, it was more like a "fleshy tumor" resembling a giant sunflower. It hung high above the very top of the Babel Tower, as if the towering structure had grown a head.

But whether it was due to Chen Ling's perspective or not, from a distance, the flesh-and-blood tower rising from the earth, combined with the sunflower-like tumor, somewhat resembled the silhouette of a golden Buddha. A faint blood mist wafted from it, eerily similar to the swirling aura behind a golden Buddha statue.

The sacred and the grotesque intertwined at this moment. The land visibly darkened, as if even sunlight feared the gaze of this flesh-and-blood Buddha!

"Turbid Buddha Manifestation... Calamity Golden Body?" Chen Ling muttered, recalling Teacher Ye's past explanations of the Turbid Calamity.

The moment the Buddha-like form materialized, all beings whose feet were on the transmuted, fleshy ground simultaneously jolted. They seemed to be guided by some unseen force, stiffly turning around and walking step by step towards the flesh-and-blood Turbid Buddha.

Their gazes gradually became vacant, and a trace of devoutness crept onto their faces, like a crowd of believers bathed in divine light, beginning a pilgrimage.

"This is bad!!" Cui Ran, still in descent, felt his scalp prickle instinctively upon seeing this scene.

He scanned the distance and noticed that the battlefield at the domain's edge remained unaffected. Only those standing on the fleshy ground began their "pilgrimage." He immediately realized the problem: "Don't land on the ground! Don't let your feet touch the ground! Let's go to the building next door!"

The Ingenuity Deity figures immediately redirected Mr. Han and themselves towards a nearby low-rise building. As their feet landed on the reinforced concrete, nothing unusual occurred.

Cui Ran finally let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, a series of crisp popping sounds echoed from a distance.

The figures on the fleshy ground, who had been "pilgrimaging," approached the flesh-and-blood Turbid Buddha, and their heads began to violently distend. Then, their heads burst open like balloons, and bizarre flesh-and-blood lotus flowers bloomed from within their brains, greedily sucking in the surrounding air.

One, two, three... ten... a hundred, two hundred...

The nearby civilians and low-ranking Deity Path practitioners had all transformed into lotus flowers beneath the flesh-and-blood Turbid Buddha. As a bloody breeze swept by, the sea of lotuses swayed gently.

"What the hell is that?!" Cui Ran felt goosebumps erupt all over his body upon seeing this scene. The Ingenuity Deity figures beside him turned pale and immediately began to retch!

With the calamity from the Whispering Wilderness relentlessly assaulting the domain's borders, and the Babel Tower, Tian Shu's core, now serving as nourishment for the Turbid Calamity, both external and internal threats erupted simultaneously. As the death toll surged, Mr. Han's face grew increasingly pale, like paper!