I Have A Martial Dao World

After taking a heavy blow, Shakyamuni seemed unscathed on the surface, still holding a dignified pose with hands in a symbolic gesture.

But in reality, his arms were sore and numb, and he was secretly astonished:

"To possess such strength even when caught within my domain, the Primordial Realm is indeed extraordinary! Compared to that, the Fusion Engine is quite crude."

"I must preserve this man's body intact for Roland and Mother of the Wilderness to study thoroughly... No, wait, Roland is already dead. Troublesome, now I have to look for technicians again. I hope the next world has competent talent."

At this moment, Shakyamuni was already considering the matters after his victory.

Although he was surprised by Lu Yao's power, he was confident he would win.

His opponent had fallen into his domain, like a small insect caught in a spider's web, struggling in vain.

Death was simply a matter of time!

Another reason for Shakyamuni's confidence was—

He had activated the power of his eyes and discovered that Lu Yao's intersection with the river of time had abruptly ended, meaning no future!

"This man is destined to die by my hands! Even if not today, it won't be long now!"

Like a spider perched on its web, Shakyamuni looked at Lu Yao struggling within the mountain of flesh with a confident and cruel expression.

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Compared to an insect caught in a web, Lu Yao felt he was more like an ant swallowed by a whale.

All around him were nauseating masses of flesh and looping intestines undulating and pressing against each other, truly like falling into the digestive tract of some gigantic creature.

Dodging swiftly, Lu Yao barely escaped as two mounds of flesh, each as big as a football field, clapped shut behind him.

The flailing pale arms were like the tentacles of a Venus flytrap.

Such attacks came every second, incessantly draining Lu Yao's energy and willpower.

He already had a plan but needed more information.

After dodging twice in quick succession, Lu Yao took a deep breath and unleashed a charged "Tathagata Palm: Buddha Shakes the Mountains and Rivers."

The palm strike could only produce a muffled roar, as his Divine Thought and True Intent were rapidly devoured, creating an irregular crater about 50 meters in diameter and 4 meters deep.

The flesh writhed and quickly recovered, and Shakyamuni took this as his opponent's death throes, chuckling:

"You actually think you can break out of my domain directly, how ludicrous."

The Flesh Inferno stretched nearly 10,000 square kilometers, making Lu Yao's attack seem as insignificant as the prick of a needle.

However, it gave him a clear sense of the so-called "domain" being very similar to the Sun God Realm, both spaces carved out by Divine Thought.

There were slight differences in detail, but no matter how, this disgusting world was the manifestation of Shakyamuni's psychic powers.

"If that's the case, it's time to counterattack!"

Lu Yao resolutely brought out the "Willpower Golden Dragon," but instead of empowering himself, he chose—Soaring Dragon in the Sky!

The "Willpower Golden Dragon" roved through the air; this Innate Spirit Treasure, born of the "Dragon Worship" on Blue Star, would stretch nearly 150 meters if it extended its body.

The majestic Golden Dragon looked utterly out of place in this ghastly environment, its draconic face displaying an obvious expression of disgust as it let out a roar of anger!

Meanwhile, Shakyamuni didn't let his guard down.

He manipulated the "Flesh Great Sun" to slowly revolve, causing a mass of flesh a thousand square kilometers in size to roll towards the Golden Dragon and Lu Yao!

This spectacle was like a bulldozer crushing ants, somewhat nauseating but indeed exceedingly vast.

However, it was also right at this moment that the "Willpower Golden Dragon" instinctively let out an angry roar!

The high-pitched, majestic dragon roar swept through, causing the advancing flesh mountain to visibly pause, and those constantly howling figures momentarily fell silent.

The roar of the "Willpower Golden Dragon" inherently had a strong effect in warding off evil, deterring all wicked spirits.

But it was only temporary, and after two seconds everything returned to normal, the flesh mountain pressed forward once again.

However, Shakyamuni's expression dramatically changed! He had always been outwardly relaxed but inwardly tight when dealing with Lu Yao, maintaining the "Eye of Foresight" that could see three seconds into the future. At this moment, he saw a very ominous scene.

Indeed, with the blink of a dragon eye, the eyes of the "Willpower Golden Dragon" became exactly like Lu Yao's, clearly merging with the master as one.

The very next second, another dragon roar burst forth!

But this time was different. Lu Yao merged with the Golden Dragon, calling upon the massive "Yan Huang Willpower" stored within the Dragon's body, and unleashed this roar—the Great Majestic Heaven Dragon Roar!

The "Yan Huang Willpower" already had the qualities of rising spiritedly and purifying the mortal world, with the ambition to dare the sun and moon to start anew; it was very powerful in suppressing evil spirits like demons and ghosts.

A whole 10 billion units of willpower, under the control of Lu Yao, the Thunder Tribulation Heavenly Monarch, roared out, creating a picture too beautiful to be real.

Shakyamuni, having already foreseen the outcome, couldn't help but scream, "Stop!! Stop!!"

But why would Lu Yao listen to him! One could see with the naked eye the wave of sound carrying the rolling Yan Huang Willpower, enveloping this part of the world. The disgusting flesh chunks barely made contact before they instantly collapsed and crumbled away.

The so-called domain in front of this roar was as fragile as burnt tissue paper and was disintegrating at an unbelievable rate.

And with the domain psychically connected to Shakyamuni, he immediately felt dizzy and disoriented, as blood flowed from his nostrils, having suffered a heavy blow!

He had never imagined his opponent could have such a method! This Magical Treasure, this willpower, each completely overpowered him—how could such coincidence exist in the world!?

After all, having witnessed countless worlds, Shakyamuni only lost his composure for an instant before casting aside all distractions and deploying countermeasures.

As he dashed toward Lu Yao, he sternly ordered Alpha and the Mother of the Wilderness in the outside world:

[Capture those women of Lu Yao alive, quickly!]

Subsequently, he began to activate a life-saving skill that he wouldn't easily use—summoning his past self from a previous timeline to assist him!

At this moment, Shakyamuni actually appeared somewhat nervous. This move sounded very cool, but in fact, he was very reluctant to use it.

Time is a great and stern deity in itself. Anyone who tries to take shortcuts or play with time will end up with a fate worse than death.

The grandfather paradox, the butterfly effect—many sages on Blue Star had pondered these concepts; Shakyamuni too had learned a harsh lesson when he first used this ability, his home planet was destroyed as a result.

No matter what, the unanimous conclusion reached was—time is not to be profaned, do not harbor any luck!

But sometimes one really has no choice.

In the midst of urgency, Shakyamuni quickly arranged everything in an instant, and finally, his slightly squinted phoenix eyes suddenly opened wide!

The very next moment, he saw the long river of time; scenes after scenes appeared before his eyes.

Without the luxury to carefully choose, Shakyamuni suddenly pulled out a version of himself who was meditating cross-legged, yanking him out.

The new Shakyamuni reacted very swiftly, and before arriving in this timeline, he had already sealed his five senses, and eventually screened out even his thoughts.

Deaf and mute, blind and thoughtless, the man stood there like a fool with a vacant look in his eyes, confounded and motionless.

This was a necessary good practice for time travel, avoiding as much as possible any interference between timelines, to prevent a disastrous price that not even death could quell.