Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Central Sovereign did not believe that an invincible person would refrain from taking action, nor did he believe that a Combat Power unmatched individual lacked the ambition to seize the world. He thought that was not something a man should do.
At this moment, the Mystic Warrior faced him and only extended a single finger, which infuriated him as the Central Sovereign. Thus, he harbored murderous intent, vowing to bring about the destruction of Xuanfo Temple today!
The heavens trembled and the earth quaked, with howling winds echoing through the air. The techniques practiced by Central Sovereign were the most elite Cultivation Method synthesized over millennia in the Cultivation realm. In his fury, mountains and rivers dimmed, and corpses littered the land. If it weren't for the overwhelming Combat Power of Consort of Rain, which suppressed Central Sovereign's terrifying aura, countless cultivators would have likely perished from his imperial might alone.
However, something strange occurred. The small, delicate finger of Xuanbing Buddha grew increasingly enormous, while the terrifying pressure emanating from Central Sovereign diminished. Eventually, to everyone's astonishment, Central Sovereign appeared smaller than even Xuanbing Buddha's finger.
Standing atop Xuanbing Buddha's hand, he was gently shaken and fell into the palm. Though he shouted angrily within Xuanbing Buddha's grasp, to the onlookers, it sounded like a mere fly buzzing.
Descending from the sky, Xuanbing Buddha smiled silently and extended his palm for all to see.
"What is happening?" The crowd was horrified; even the well-informed Mo God General felt his legs weaken. The Four Great Monks were equally perplexed. Only the abbot of Xuanfo Temple, trembling slightly, uttered a phrase: "Supreme Buddhist Technique's ultimate realm, World in the Palm!"
It was said that World in the Palm was a divine technique mentioned by the Buddha in ancient texts during the founding of the Buddhist Sect three thousand years ago. Anyone caught in its grasp could not escape, regardless of their cultivation level; it was a manifestation of hand-held Chaos, capable of capturing any opponent of equal rank.
The abbot of Xuanfo Temple had thought this was merely a legend and not true. Yet unexpectedly, someone had indeed mastered it—specifically their protector from behind the mountain of Xuanfo Temple, Xuanbing Buddha, who possessed a divine technique thought only to exist in imagination.
Feeling anxious, Mo God General had been restless and never expected that Central Sovereign would fall into the hands of Xuanfo Temple. He clasped his fists and addressed Xuanbing Buddha: "I implore you to show mercy and release Central Sovereign. He is the lord of Zhongzhou. If he dies, it will trigger a power struggle that could lead to countless innocent lives lost in war."
Song Baliang snorted in response: "Mo God General, I cannot agree with your words. As he stands as Central Sovereign, he traveled thousands of miles to kill my junior brother. Now that he has failed and fallen into our hands, he must accept his fate; otherwise, we might have been the ones who perished! Just moments ago, he was boasting about wiping us out! Now he has become nothing more than a fly—why not continue with his arrogance? He self-proclaimed himself as lord of Zhongzhou, but we at Xuanfo Temple never consented to that! The lives of common people mean nothing to me; I believe we at Xuanfo Temple should be recognized as lords of Zhongzhou!"
As Song Baliang spoke passionately and fervently, he momentarily forgot his own status and cultivation level. The face of the Great Master turned red with anger as he rebuked: "Wretched disciple! This is no place for you to speak!"
Hearing Song Baliang claim that they at Xuanfo Temple were lords of Zhongzhou, Datong feared it might bring trouble upon them. After all, there were many extraordinary individuals in this world, and numerous hidden sects were poised to emerge. To bestow such a grand title upon Xuanfo Temple could lead to unpredictable consequences. Moreover, this was a matter among their elders; he did not want his disciple to wade into such murky waters. After all, those like Song Baliang, who had already made names for themselves among their generation in the realm of cultivation during battles against demonic invasions, attracted too much attention. As they say, "A tree that stands out invites the wind." In past years, many had pursued and hunted down Zhao Yang precisely because they uncovered his secrets.
Furthermore, even if individuals like Song Baliang became renowned figures, they were still insignificant compared to their elders; one finger could easily suppress them due to their vast difference in cultivation levels.
Embarrassed by what Datong said, Song Baliang flushed with anger and retreated reluctantly.
With a sorrowful expression, Mo God General reflected on how once mighty and revered, now even the great Central Sovereign had become a plaything in another's hand. Such occurrences had never happened throughout history; traditionally, every iteration of the Central Sovereign was rumored to be "The Number One in the World", even against some eccentric masters within the cultivation realm who were no match for their Twelve Divine Generals. Yet now it seemed as if either the royal family of Central State had fallen into decline or extraordinary talents had emerged from all corners—leaving the once formidable figure of Central Sovereign appearing utterly vulnerable.
He was already a master of the Tribulation Period, a being that ordinary people, even average cultivators, looked up to with reverence. Yet, the renowned Central Sovereign was now held in the grip of a child, as helpless as a chick.
He understood that this situation arose from the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle, where countless royal experts had perished at the hands of the Consort of Rain. Consequently, it was imperative for the Central Sovereign to personally attend. He had once advised the Central Sovereign not to provoke the Consort of Rain, though he had refrained from mentioning that she had saved his life. He had witnessed her methods firsthand; she had annihilated a Great Demon in the Ascension Stage merely by blowing on it, turning it to ashes.
However, the Central Sovereign was arrogant and believed himself invincible, which led him to underestimate the Consort of Rain. His gathering of the entire royal faction was essentially a plot to eliminate Zhao Yang's backers. He had even contemplated killing the monkeys beneath Buddha's Palm Mountain. Yet no one anticipated that a single woman would bring about their total defeat.
Now he found himself at the mercy of others, feeling somewhat bitter as he spoke, "I ask that Buddha be magnanimous and spare the Central Sovereign; Mo Yu would be eternally grateful."
This was his duty, and he felt it necessary to do so.
At that moment, the Great Suffering Zen Master clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. If it were not for your connection with the Consort of Rain, Mo Xiaoer, you too would be lying here. Loyalty to a ruler is commendable, but being loyal to a narrow-minded king who seeks to incite war in the cultivation world is akin to aiding tyranny and becoming a laughingstock."
Suddenly, everyone felt an inexplicable wave in the air. Then an aged figure appeared before them unexpectedly. His robe was tattered, his hair disheveled; he looked frail and ancient, his skin wrinkled and trembling as if he were on the verge of decay.
This person was none other than the Old God General among the Twelve Divine Generals—the oldest in rank, longest-lived, and most powerful in cultivation level, standing at the pinnacle of combat power in the cultivation world.
The Old God General appeared weary as he bowed respectfully to Xuanbing Buddha in midair and said, "I implore Buddha to spare the Central Sovereign. This old man has completed his Tribulation Period and will soon transcend it and ascend. I wish not to harbor any grudges."
The Four Great Monks looked uneasy because they detected a hint of threat in the Old God General's words. Only those at their level understood that when a cultivator reaches perfection in the Tribulation Period, they must face Heavenly Tribulation. Their hearts must be empty and free of attachments; otherwise, they risk losing themselves and being consumed by heavenly lightning. If they can endure this trial, they will enter the Ascension Stage. Those in the Ascension Stage can remain in the cultivation world for up to three years because they are effectively immortals who must absorb celestial energy from the immortal realm to sustain their lives; otherwise, they will perish like ordinary mortals without sustenance.
During these three years, those in the Ascension Stage might go all out to eliminate their enemies from before. Historically, many in this stage have committed mass slaughters to secure their orthodoxy by eradicating any threats to their descendants—leaving none alive. Those in Ascension Stage possess temporary celestial energy that allows them to barely last three years; even so, no cultivator from the Tribulation Period can withstand their wrath.
Thus, when speaking, the Old God General elicited unusual reactions from the Four Great Monks; he was using his success or failure in ascending as leverage for intimidation. The Old God General knew he could not contend with Mystic Warriors but realized that once he successfully ascended, he would be invincible—no one would be able to obstruct him then.
Xuanbing Buddha's Dharmakaya radiated solemnity as he floated above everyone’s heads amidst a halo of Buddhist light and blooming golden flowers. He smiled gently—a picture of peace that brought comfort to all.
"Amitabha. Old God General worries too much. The Central Sovereign is arrogant; I shall impose some minor punishment before releasing him. He must never again seek to harm lives—especially Zhao Yang," Mystic Warrior stated directly while protecting Zhao Yang.
The Old God General bowed deeply without uttering a word as he received Central Sovereign from Mystic Warrior's hands and then departed with Mo God General into the distance.
At that moment, Zhao Yang had just woken up, looking a bit dazed as he asked, "Is it over?"
Long Xiao Wu and Nangong Wuxin exchanged disdainful glances at him, and then the group raised their middle fingers at Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang chuckled, realizing that everyone probably thought he had chickened out and played dead. He had some awareness of what was happening around him even in his sleep; he knew that Xuanbing Buddha had descended once again. However, he was puzzled as to why the Monkey Hair behind his head had sensed his thoughts and knocked him out beforehand. It seemed that Sun Wukong's methods were still quite unfathomable.
But one thing he could be sure of was that when he truly encountered an unbeatable existence, Sun Wukong would still appear without a doubt. His current realm was still too low to use the life-saving Monkey Hair given to him by his master. Even now, he couldn't wield the Stone Hammer his master had provided. Sun Wukong had told him that when his cultivation reached a sufficient level, he would be able to utilize the items within the Stone Hammer, which concealed a weapon.
Later, the abbot of Xuanfo Temple gathered everyone together and spoke about many matters. The Four Great Monks also shared some insights before sending everyone down the mountain to experience the world of cultivation, to traverse through the mundane world and then see through it to comprehend the great Buddhist teachings.
As night fell and the moonlight poured in like water, Zhao Yang lay in bed, reminiscing about the first night he entered the cultivation world when he joined Myriad Spirit Sect. He remembered lying quietly in bed, filled with longing for everything in the cultivation realm.
What no one knew was that at this moment, miles away from Xuanfo Temple, Long Xiao Wu was racing through the starry night, hurriedly heading towards a certain location.
There, the aura of Dragon Balls lingered; it was highly likely that members of the dragon clan had been hunted down and their Dragon Balls seized.
What he didn't know was that this disaster heralded death.
Comment 0 Comment Count