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As the Asura Demon dealt with Yamamoto Taro, Ruo Yu approached me and looked at me intently.
I knew he wanted to ask whether we should save this person or not. I lacked the political awareness to understand what kind of threat Yamamoto Taro's death might pose to the Special Investigation Bureau or even our country.
All I could feel was a throbbing pain in my head, filled with thoughts of my compatriots who had been tortured to death in despair just moments ago.
Their expressions were filled with sorrow and hopelessness. Sometimes, death could be a form of relief; the most terrifying thing was the inability to seek death.
I glanced at Yamamoto Taro, who was going mad in the black mist, and said to Ruo Yu, “Let’s go! He shouldn’t last much longer.”
We turned back from our spot and made our way into the sewer when Buddha Sound approached us.
I asked, “Did you find anything suspicious? Something like a compass?”
Buddha Sound shook his head. I thought for a moment that it was probably for the best; after all, the item was with us, and it was impossible for Yamamoto Taro to use it against anyone. Moreover, if Buddha Sound's numerous subordinates couldn't find it, then there was no way Yamamoto Taro could.
Seeing that I was injured, Buddha Sound fussed around me incessantly. Just as I was planning to return with Ruo Yu for some much-needed rest, a massive explosion suddenly shook the ground beneath us.
Dust rose into the air, and small stones began to fall. The sewer was instantly filled with smoke and debris.
What was happening? Had something gone wrong above? Or had the Asura Demon emerged? Logically, that shouldn't be the case; otherwise, Matsushima Naoko wouldn't have been trapped for so many years. And it seemed unlikely that the Asura Demon would only show up now.
Ruo Yu's senses were always sharp. “Ling Feng, there seems to be a massive energy fluctuation above. Someone is fighting?”
Ruo Yu's words deepened my confusion. Was there someone else fighting the Asura Demon? Or was Yamamoto Taro still alive?
After considering it, I decided we had to go up and take a look; otherwise, I wouldn't feel at ease. While I was thinking, more debris fell from above, prompting us to quickly follow Buddha Sound to a safer location.
As we peeked out from the sewer, I took a deep breath; the night air was cool. It was still the same grove as before.
I looked toward the old building; apart from a pile of rubble, where could I find the old structure?
Was that loud noise just now caused by the building collapsing? If so, what could have caused it?
What was that tremendous sound about?
I slowly approached Ruo Yu. Aside from a pile of rubble and exposed rebar, there was no other movement.
Ruo Yu shook his head at me, indicating that he couldn't sense any energy fluctuations.
So where did the Asura Demon go? And what about Yamamoto Taro?
As I pondered this, suddenly a pile of bricks exploded. Chunks of stone were sent flying, moving as fast as bullets. I instinctively felt a sharp pain in my shoulder.
A figure crawled out from the wreckage. The light was too dim to see clearly, but it looked like a person swaying unsteadily, as if they were drunk.
Ruo Yu came up beside me, and I could sense his fear. Curiously, I asked, "What are you afraid of? Why is your body shaking like that?"
"I don't know," Ruo Yu replied. "That guy over there is really strong, very strong!"
It was the first time I had seen Ruo Yu in such a state. The figure standing on the rubble seemed to sense our presence and turned to walk toward us.
Thanks to the distant streetlight, I could finally make out that this person resembled Yamamoto Taro, but not quite. He seemed to have swollen up significantly; his arms were about as thick as my thighs, and his face was severely bloated, making his already small eyes nearly invisible.
His voice came out in a buzzing tone. "Ling Sang, come over and keep me company!"
He swung his fist toward me. I pushed Ruo Yu aside and stepped back a few paces. Yamamoto Taro's voice sounded pained, yet it was mixed with other tones.
It was as if dozens of people were speaking at once.
"Where's the Asura Demon?" I asked warily.
Yamamoto Taro chuckled, "I am him, and he is me; neither of us can subdue the other! The way I look now is all thanks to you!"
I was astonished, wondering if such a thing was even possible. Had they merged into one?
Indeed, this power was not simply additive; it multiplied exponentially. Coupled with my injuries, it was overwhelming.
In less than ten moves, I found myself pinned beneath Yamamoto Taro, his massive hand gripping my throat.
Seeing me subdued, Ruo Yu disregarded her fear and leaped onto Yamamoto Taro's back, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pulling with all her might.
Yamamoto Taro released me, grabbing Ruo Yu's arms with both hands and forcefully prying them apart before spinning around and tossing her far away.
The sound of her landing echoed painfully in my ears, and I was about to rise and ambush Yamamoto Taro when I discovered that the Ruyi Stick felt as if it were striking cotton. I stumbled forward, unable to maintain my balance.
I watched as Yamamoto Taro's body suddenly split open in the middle, like a surgical incision that pried apart his ribs.
Yet inside Yamamoto Taro, there were no organs—no heart or lungs—just darkness.
I had a strange sensation that I had been swallowed whole by Yamamoto Taro.
But the imagined confinement was absent; aside from the darkness, it seemed there was ample space within him. I could stand and walk, yet after what felt like an eternity of wandering, I still couldn't find an end or touch anything tangible.
As I walked on, something felt off. I began to feel increasingly fatigued and cold; my vitality seemed to be fading rapidly.
Panic set in as I sensed my body aging quickly. Realizing I couldn't escape, I sat down cross-legged, cradling Shari in my hands. Looking at Shari's faint glow brought an unexpected calm to my heart.
Then, naturally, my hands came together in prayer as I began to recite mantras: the Six Character Mantra, the Heart Sutra, the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, the Sutra of Perfect Enlightenment…
Every scripture I knew flowed from my lips like a recording machine.
I recall a term in Buddhism called "speaking with the tongue of a lotus." Although my understanding may not be profound, at this moment, if I were to open my eyes, I would see every scripture I recite transforming into golden characters that swirl around me.
Gradually, I felt the loss of vitality slow down significantly. Moreover, there were signs of it returning.
Yet, at this moment, I remained oblivious. Like an old monk in deep meditation, I silently recited the scriptures I had read over the years, one by one.
As I chanted more and more verses, my body became almost entirely enveloped in a golden hue.
The Shari in my hand seemed to sense the supreme essence of Buddhism. It floated into the air on its own, spinning continuously.
In the boundless darkness, an empty Vedic Sound echoed. Gradually, streams of Yuan Hun began to gather around me.
The resentment and harshness that once marked their faces gradually faded away, replaced by a serene expression of liberation.
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