593: Chapter 116 Cicada (Part 2) 593: Chapter 116 Cicada (Part 2) Golden light surged tumultuously, with the Buddhist Law as solid as mountains.
As Xie Xuanyi stepped into the heart of the Buddha Country Barrier, the enormous handprint towering like a mountain was already fading in the wind.
From the outside, this Buddha country looked majestic and grand, but in reality, it had started to crumble inside…
The flowers bloomed overnight, only to wither in a blink of an eye.
This Buddha Country was never meant to descend upon the mortal realm; it was only because Chen Chong stubbornly sought battle that one could witness this “wish fulfilled” scene.
The rain outside was cold.
Because of the “Principle of Life”, a great part was depleted in that one strike.
The remaining small portion was needed to sustain this “remnant” Buddha Country.
The sky full of golden light fluttered like fireflies, brushing against the skin, still warm to the touch.
The ground where this palm struck had turned into an enormous pit.
Xie Xuanyi stood at the edge of the pit, looking down.
The blue-robed scholar was drenched in blood, half-buried in the earth, completely unconscious.
The Thunder Dragon Dharma that was once his, had been shattered by the impact of the palm, and as the rain from Life itself fell and pattered, it created silver-white, delicate splashes upon the dragon scales.
With a body at the peak of the Yin God Realm challenging the ancestors of the Three Religions, his courage was commendable, but his end was doomed to be bleak.
The lotus sword energy bestowed by Zhao Chunyang, had it been wholly consumed in a single battle, would have surely slain the Prince.
The same was true for a figure like the Zen Master.
Even if only a wisp of sword thought was left, it was not something cultivators in the Yin God Realm could provoke.
Chen Chong was obsessed with desiring a battle against the Zen Master, intending to ascend to the Yang God Realm through it.
But he also succeeded.
This battered body, almost annihilation in form and spirit, exuded an intimidating aura that made one’s heart palpitate.
Even now, as Xie Xuanyi, who had ascended to the Yin God Realm, used Divine Thought to probe, he could still sense an intangible “suppression”.
Though Chen Chong was defeated, his ascent was successful.
Now, this battered body had broken free from the shackles of the Yin God, thoroughly reaching the Yang God Realm.
With Chen Chong’s talent and ambition.
The moment he successfully ascended to the Yang God, it meant that the secular rules of Da Li could no longer bind him.
Give him 60 years, and within Li Kingdom, he would have no rivals.
Another 60, and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the ancestors of the Three Religions might not be impossible.
The great era has arrived, and waves are surging.
The previous “Great Cultivator atop the Mountain Peak” reached his status one step at a time, just .
However, for Xie Xuanyi, 60 years was too long.
What concerned him more was whether Chen Chong would regain consciousness within half an hour…
With the overwhelming Divine Skills of the Yang God Realm, even if only a single lingering thought recovered, he was not someone Xie Xuanyi could handle at present.
Xie Xuanyi leapt into the deep pit.
He coldly observed the scholar in the blue robe before him, his face covered in blood, yet his spirit wandering beyond the material world.
A clear and resonant Sword Sound erupted!
Xie Xuanyi no longer suppressed the sword thought between his eyebrows.
Within the Sword Qi Cave Heaven, the [Golden Sword] that had been dormant for a long time finally had the opportunity to unsheathe and face the world.
The moment [Chen Ke] departed from the Sword Qi Cave Heaven, the entire dim Buddha Country was once again illuminated by the dazzling sword light.
Thousands of refracted lights flickered erratically, converging and falling into the palm of Xie Xuanyi’s hand.
Xie Xuanyi raised his hand and the sword fell, holding the Flying Sword with both hands inverted, kneeling on one knee, pointing the sword tip of [Chen Ke] downwards, stabbing fiercely towards the heart of the blue-robed scholar, ensuring this strike would be effective.
Xie Xuanyi even summoned his complete Martial Arts Divine Embryo, the golden-robed Divine Embryo assuming the same double-handed inverted sword stance!
The instant the sword energy descended.
A withered palm appeared out of nowhere, seizing the incredibly sharp body of the Flying Sword.
Xie Xuanyi frowned and looked up, at the emaciated monk who had appeared before him out of thin air.
Yuan Guang Temple’s abbot, Fa Cheng.
The monk moved with astonishing speed, seemingly a phantom composed of the myriad golden fireflies within the Buddha Country, reaching the point of the sword in an instant.
His outstretched hand did not even stir the air around it.
Every single drop of the living rain in this dim Buddha Country was an incarnation of him.
Ever since awakening in Taoyuan.
Xie Xuanyi then swept the entire village with his Divine Thought.
He aspired to behold “Chu Guo,” yet the response within his Heart Lake did not cease there.
Xie Xuanyi speculated that the guide of the Karma Principle was not as simple as what met the eye.
The night when the proposal to raze the Buddhist Temple was made.
Looking at the resolute Fa Cheng, a vague idea surfaced in Xie Xuanyi’s mind.
He always felt that this “Great Monk” was different from others he had met in the Buddhist circles, yet he couldn’t pinpoint the exact difference.
This notion was odd, peculiar, and irrational…
However, an aberration often hints at the presence of demons.
Days passed, filled with healing the sick, treating injuries, and cultivating.
Xie Xuanyi would use his Divine Thought to sweep Taoyuan anew every day.
Until the mishap befell Zheng Fengsheng.
When assisting Zheng Fengsheng to prolong his life with the Principle of Life, Xie Xuanyi saw the talisman, imbued with the Principle of Life, that Fa Cheng produced.
In this vast world, aside from myself, only one person has cultivated the Principle of Life.
To be able to produce this talisman,
signified that Fa Cheng had once encountered the Zen Master.
Countless monks have cultivated in Fan Yin Temple, yet how many have had the chance to meet the Zen Master?
Xie Xuanyi does not understand the Zen Master.
But he understands Zhao Chunyang, understands Da Sui Sword Palace.
Any chess piece laid by personages of the Three Religions Ancestors’ level is not to be overlooked.
Regarding the current dire state of Chen Chong, Xie Xuanyi felt no significant ripples in his heart.
And he was not too surprised by the appearance of Fa Cheng.
“You do not wish for me to kill him?”
At this moment, Xie Xuanyi gazed at the apparition before him, speaking word by word, “Give me a reason.”
If the words that burst from the other’s mouth were futile and vague platitudes such as “Saving one life is better than building a seven-tiered stupa” or “To forgive others when you can,” then Xie Xuanyi would not hesitate to continue the sword strike.
But Fa Cheng did not spout Zen parables.
The Great Monk clenched the Flying Sword tightly, allowing the blood to spill without a hint of agony on his face.
His voice was gentle, like the breeze passing by.
“If Chen Chong is killed today, the world will inevitably plunge into great chaos.”
Hearing this, Xie Xuanyi remained expressionless.
Although this sentence was not the detested Buddhist scripture, it also failed to move him.
“Even if the world falls into chaos, what does that have to do with me?”
Chen Chong is the lord of Three States Iron Cavalry.
If he dies, then surely the Li Kingdom will be the first to fall into disorder!
The Great Monk shook his head and said, “While Xie benefactor appears cold-hearted, in reality, you possess ‘compassion.’ Otherwise, you wouldn’t have comprehended the rare Principle of Life.
You claim to be indifferent to the peace of the world, yet you must understand the principle of mutual dependence better than anyone else.”
The battle of Poison 60 years ago was just the beginning of the fierce tide.”
Fa Cheng no longer maintained his composure and earnestly persuaded, “For a thousand years, the Demon Country Venerable’s desire to move south has never ceased.
Although Mo Zhen is dead and his dao has perished, this fierce tide will eventually return…
Without Li Kingdom, how could Chu Guo resist the Demon Country with his power alone?”
“You’re right, but that’s a matter for the future.”
Xie Xuanyi was unmoved, coldly saying: “Now, the Yuanzhou Iron Cavalry surrounds Yuan Ning County, making it impenetrable within a hundred miles.
I only wish to survive and return to Chu Country.”
“In this battle, Chen Chong’s meridians are shattered, and his acupoints are severely injured.”
Fa Cheng said in a low voice, “It will take several days for him to fully awaken.
This period is enough for Xie benefactor to lead your people out of Li Kingdom and return to Chu Realm.”
“So you’re saying Chen Chong will remain unconscious for several days?”
Xie Xuanyi scoffed, “Now is the perfect opportunity to kill him!”
The Sword Energy of the Flying Sword erupted once more!
Fa Cheng grasped it firmly.
His expression changed slightly, truly not expecting that this series of arguments failed to persuade his opponent.
The Great Monk hurriedly spoke earnestly: “Benefactor Xie, leave Chen Chong alive.
He is the best opportunity for your breakthrough to ‘Heavenly Human Realm’ in the future.”
Xie Xuanyi shook his head, looking straight into the monk’s eyes: “I don’t need Chen Chong to reach ‘Heavenly Human.’
“Benefactor Xie is indeed extraordinarily talented, surpassing his contemporaries; even alone, you could reach the pinnacle…
But in the path of cultivation, it’s not only about talent, sometimes fortune also matters!”
The Great Monk bit his lip, speaking faster: “No matter how clever Benefactor Xie is, this Martial Arts Divine Embryo surely could not have been cultivated twenty years ago, could it?”