The grand formation encompassing all of Alantuya blocked Shen Shu’s path, halting him at the mountain’s foot, preventing any advance.

Shen Shu raised his fist and struck the golden barrier with brute force. With a resonating “whoosh,” ripples spread across the golden barrier’s surface, extending upward and to both sides.

The headless Shen Shu stepped back, unable to breach the barrier.

He fell silent for several seconds as if enraged, then his navel split open, transforming into a bloody maw that released an ear-splitting roar.

“ROAR!”

The sound waves echoed across the Western Regions’ wilderness, reverberating through the crystal-clear blue sky, carrying for tens of miles.

The Western Region inhabitants living near Alantuya turned their heads toward the sacred mountain, expressions showing confusion and awe.

Months ago, they had heard similar roars from the sacred mountain, and before that, they had witnessed a great sun rising.

The meditation formation effectively blocked Shen Shu’s attack, including the sound. The warrior monks on the mountain only felt their ears ringing and heads spinning, suffering no major damage.

Usually, at such close range, Shen Shu’s roar alone would have killed over half the warrior monks.

Just as the warrior monks recovered from their blood qi turbulence, they saw a giant of unimaginable size. His chest was as broad as a mountain wall, his body pitch-black, with twenty-four muscular arms layered like a peacock’s tail feathers or the spread tails of a nine-tailed celestial fox.

Each arm brimmed with terrifying might, making one suspect they could shatter void space itself.

This giant had no head, but behind his neck burned a ring of intense fire that scorched the air.

The temperature around Alantuya rapidly rose, as if entering early summer.

Every warrior monk who witnessed this dharma form trembled, their faces pale. Forget fighting spirit—they could barely hold their Buddhist blades and copper staves.

The Vajra dharma form symbolized power and majesty. Cultivators below the Transcendent realm who faced it directly almost always lost their fighting capability.

The mountain’s warrior monks could still endure only because the meditation formation blocked the “dignity” of Shen Shu’s dharma form.

“Do not fear!”

A middle-aged warrior monk of considerable cultivation looked around at his fellow disciples and said gravely:

“The meditation formation is indestructible. No one can break it, not even this demon.”

The warrior monks, who had been gripped by extreme fear and panic, heard this and their spirits lifted, regaining confidence.

There had always been a saying at Alantuya: once meditation masters enter meditation, they become impervious to all techniques, as immovable as mountains.

At the highest realm, one achieved the “Immovable Wisdom King dharma form.”

Meditation techniques were born for defense, and now with over 4,000 meditation masters forming an array, led by three First Realm Bodhisattvas, perhaps no one in the Nine Provinces could break it.

First Realm peers certainly lacked such power and in an era without Beyond-Realm experts, who could breach such a world-shocking formation?

It was no exaggeration to say that Alantuya’s meditation formation represented the strongest defense in the current Nine Provinces.

“Whoosh!”

Shen Shu’s dharma form’s fist struck the golden light barrier directly, sending golden ripples racing across it, but it remained unmoved.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The twenty-four arms moved like steam engine connecting rods, like pile drivers, “bang bang bang” unleashing violence so fast they left afterimages.

The golden barrier was like an overturned bowl covering all of Alantuya. Now, under Shen Shu’s continuous strikes, waves of golden ripples coursed across the bowl’s surface.

Then came the swaying, causing all of Alantuya to shake slightly—truly moving mountains and earth.

At such frequency and power output, ordinary Transcendent warriors would exhaust themselves within a quarter hour, needing brief breathing cycles to relieve muscle strain.

But Shen Shu was like a perpetual motion machine, striking continuously, seemingly never tiring.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Light particles fell like rain, and as the attacks continued, the golden light barrier began to sway, slowly synchronizing with the frequency of the fists.

Resonance!

The golden light barrier seemed ready to collapse, quivering like bubbles in the wind, seemingly about to shatter at any moment.

The warrior monks of Alantuya horrifically discovered that the meditation masters sitting outside the halls were shaking violently, as if seized by epilepsy, appearing ready to topple over. Some had blood flowing from splits in their brow flesh.

Among all the meditating masters, only Guang Xian, Liu Li, and Jia Luo Shu remained absolutely still; all other meditation masters showed varying degrees of abnormality.

What… what kind of monster was this?!

How could such a world-shocking formation, concentrating the power of three First Realm experts and over 4,000 meditation masters, fail to withstand one monster’s technically simple, brutally straightforward fists?

The low and mid-level warrior monks who didn’t know Shen Shu’s identity felt their hearts slowly sinking into a black, cold abyss.

“What terrifying brute force.”

In the distant sky, Daoist Master Jin Lian witnessed Shen Shu’s power and sincerely marveled.

“This isn’t even the full power of a half-step Martial God,” Asura added flatly.

“Having a crude warrior break the formation makes things much easier,” Zhao Shou smiled.

The Transcendent experts each expressed their thoughts, while Sun Xuan Ji remained silent, having lost his right to speak without his translator monkey present.

The Transcendent experts present included Jin Lian, Zhao Shou, Sun Xuan Ji, Asura, Li Miao Zhen, and from the demon race, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox and Bear King.

“When will Xu Ning Yan reach this level?”

Li Miao Zhen instinctively compared Xu Qi An with Shen Shu.

Zhao Shou smiled:

“Today, Xu Ning Yan and Shen Shu will show the Buddhist sect what martial violence truly means.”

As his words fell, Zhao Shou suddenly yawned, feeling his eyelids heavy as a thousand catties, desperately wanting to sleep.

Just then, he heard Li Miao Zhen mumble:

“Why am I so sleepy…”

The Transcendent experts were shocked.

The silver-haired demon beauty suddenly turned her head to look at Bear King beside her, indeed finding his eyes half-open, half-closed, neither asleep nor awake.

“Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!”

Nine tails spread simultaneously, whipping Bear King like strips of leather, giving him a considerate queen’s awakening service.

Bear King’s bean-sized eyes nearly popped out in pain, his drowsiness instantly vanishing.

The other Transcendent experts’ sleepiness also disappeared.

Seeing Daoist Master Jin Lian and others looking over, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox explained with a smile:

“Apologies, Bear King loves to sleep, and his innate divine ability is drawing nearby beings into slumber with him.”

“Everyone pay attention—if you feel sleepy, immediately wake Bear King up. It’s not a big issue.”

It is a big issue! We almost fell for it just now… Li Miao Zhen glanced at the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, whose beauty even she had to bow to, and silently complained.

Why are all demon race styles so strange and unreliable? That monkey and this bear, cut from the same cloth… Daoist Master Jin Lian nodded with a smile while internally criticizing the demon race.

Zhao Shou steadied himself and declared:

“No sleeping allowed.”

The power of his words immediately covered the area. Bear King shuddered as if doused with cold water, becoming completely alert.

Of course, he could still force himself to sleep, but the drowsiness that usually plagued him had vanished.

“Should last about fifteen minutes,” Zhao Shou endured the technique’s backlash, and relieved to find it only minor, breathed easier.

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox continued the previous topic:

“Don’t be careless. This formation concentrates the power of Buddhist meditation masters and three Bodhisattvas—it won’t be easily broken.”

As if responding to her words, Bodhisattva Jia Luo Shu, seated in the main hall of Alantuya, opened his eyes and looked down.

Shen Shu’s height was immense, making the magnificent Alantuya look like a tall mound.

The mountain’s buildings appeared like models, its monks like ants.

Behind Bodhisattva Jia Luo Shu’s body appeared a dharma form sitting cross-legged with lowered brows and joined palms.

As soon as this dharma form appeared, the violently shaking, nearly shattering golden light barrier immediately stabilized.

The clamorous wind ceased, and the raging gales and energy movements were forcefully suppressed!

This wasn’t enough—Jia Luo Shu’s sturdy form merged into the “Immovable Wisdom King dharma form.”

Then, the low-browed, cross-legged dharma form began to expand, transforming into a great Buddha hundreds or thousands of meters tall.

Its head touched the golden light barrier.

It supported this great formation.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Shen Shu’s fists struck the barrier madly, causing countless light fragments to fall.

But the resonance could no longer continue. Each time ripples spread and reached the “Immovable Wisdom King dharma form,” they were mysteriously smoothed away!