Chapter 122
Chapter 122
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: One Palm!
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At this moment, the entire Earth Travel Boat was nearly scrapped.
Billowing yin baleful qi blotted out the sky, the Buddhist power waning. Even just their auras clashing felt like two towering mountains colliding, erupting with thunderous booms.
"Benefactor, what exquisite techniques."
As the Pure Maiden manifested, Guang Hai's expression turned gravely serious. Clearly, he no longer saw Lu Yang as some Qi Refining cultivator he could toy with at will.
By rights, the Path-Seizing Battle forbade intervention from Foundation Establishment external forces.
The strength he displayed stemmed entirely from a unique trick of the Pure Land.
Strictly speaking, he wasn't the Dragon-Subduing Arhat—he was Guang Hai himself, merely borrowing the Arhat's position from the Pure Land temporarily.
He could borrow it because Guang Hai was originally a disciple of the Dragon-Subduing Temple.
Pure Land cultivation was about enlightenment: realizing the self as part of the World Honored One, "I" as the World Honored One, the World Honored One as "I," where the Buddha-self and the common self merge into the Great Dao.
Yet this step wasn't achieved overnight.
It required a gradual process. Disciples like Guang Hai couldn't possibly enlighten to the "I" as the World Honored One—the gap in realms was too vast.
His enlightenment was the "I" as the "Dragon-Subduing Arhat."
Across the Pure Land's countless temples and Zen groves, disciples followed this path: first enlightening to the "I" of their temple's abbot, then progressing to the World Honored One.
This cultivation method was profoundly uncanny.
Especially in its exploitation of low-level disciples—it rivaled even the Primal Saint Sect. Without that, the Pure Land wouldn't have been dubbed the Pure Land Heretical Sect back in the day.
Yet undeniably, this approach offered immense conveniences to junior disciples.
Since it was still fundamentally "Guang Hai" and not true external aid, it was beyond reproach in a Path-Seizing Battle—his greatest trump card.
What Guang Hai struggled to accept, however, was this: he'd risked losing his sense of self just to barely borrow a fragment of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat's position. So how in the world did this fiend before him possess a complete Foundation Establishment true person!? What price had he paid?
None at all?
Seeing Lu Yang's relaxed expression, Guang Hai's lips trembled faintly. A surge of wrathful fire rose in his chest, and in an instant, endless gales whipped up from nowhere.
Lu Yang smirked at the sight.
"Getting anxious?"
Boom!
Before the words finished echoing, Guang Hai stepped forward. The earth quaked and mountains shook with each stride, Buddhist light piercing through, instantly shattering the overlying clouds of yin baleful qi.
With just this single step, his aura surged dramatically. His lips parted, booming with thunderous, boundless Buddha-chants that rang in the ears:
"When I become Buddha, if my light is limited, failing to illuminate even a hundred billion nayutas of Buddha-lands below, may I not attain supreme enlightenment!"
In that instant, Buddhist light bathed the world.
All that filled the eyes was a single beam of boundless radiance piercing heaven and earth—golden and verdant, blindingly brilliant, stretching infinitely in both directions without end.
The Boundless Light Great Incantation!
This boundless light, birthed by the incantation, was said to pierce all worldly demonic obstacles in the Primal Saint Sect—the strongest incantation in Guang Hai's arsenal.
"Demonic obstacles" weren't about good or evil, orthodox or unorthodox, but subjective conviction. Any "fiend" one deemed as such fell within its reach.
"Today, this monk shall exorcise demons, defend the Dharma, and spread the true law!"
Guang Hai's bearing turned solemn and majestic. The boundless divine light in his hand cascaded downward, brushing toward Lu Yang with the momentum of a collapsing sky!
Wherever it passed, swathes of yin baleful qi ignited, burning into nothingness.
Even the Pure Maiden showed a trace of discomfort—this incantation clashed terribly with her nature. It wouldn't harm her directly, but she couldn't emerge unscathed.
As for the distant Primal Saint Sect true disciples, their faces paled, expressions grave.
Even from afar, that boundless light scorched them like fire—a divine ability potent enough to grievously wound them!
Yet Lu Yang threw his head back and laughed.
"Exorcise demons and defend the Dharma?"
His lips curled in mockery.
"You call me a demon? Excellent. Today, let's see who the real demon is!"
With those words, Lu Yang clasped his hands together.
Whoosh—
Behind him, the Myriad Spirits Banner fluttered. Ancestor Master Tingyou silently appeared, sighing:
"It cost me some effort, but I've finally managed to complete most of it."
The next moment, figures materialized behind Ancestor Master Tingyou—all without exception the Pure Land monks who had died by Lu Yang's hand before, absorbed into the Myriad Spirits Banner. Even now, the souls of freshly slain battlefield monks continued streaming in.
Then, these monks all clasped their palms in unison.
"Amitabha!"
The Buddha-chants rolled forth, uniform and vast, birthing a sea of majestic Buddhist light that bolstered Lu Yang, coalescing into an illusory Buddha statue!
The monks' combined assault technique!
Ancestor Master Tingyou had truly devised a way to adapt Pure Land methods to the Hall of Yama, substituting banner spirits for ley lines!
"Now, I lack for nothing!"
As he spoke, the Pure Maiden plummeted into Lu Yang's body. Her peak-state empowerment made the Buddha statue behind him solidify further.
Saint Thief!
In the past, this technique would manifest a "Saintly Visage" for Lu Yang. But now, that "Saintly Visage" had transformed into the likeness of a Buddha!
In a flash, the yin baleful qi vanished. The heavens filled solely with pure Buddhist light—even grander than Guang Hai's full-powered boundless light. When it struck the "Buddha Visage," not a ripple stirred its golden body—like a breeze caressing the face!
"Having beheld the true Buddha, why not bow?"
The Buddha-chant thundered, laced with Lu Yang's Foundation Establishment-level divine sense, shaking Guang Hai as if in a dream, his mind wavering:
"How... how can there be a true Buddha?"
The next instant, the mountain-sized golden Buddha smiled faintly, compassion radiating:
"Fiend, repent to your Buddha."
With that, Lu Yang raised his palm.
The "Buddha Visage" behind him mirrored the motion, slowly descending. Violent spiritual energy blazed in his palm, exploding into churning rivers of flame.
As the palm fell, the firmament blazed!
At this moment, not just Guang Hai—all the battlefield's Pure Land monks involuntarily wore devout expressions, clasping hands and murmuring:
"Amitabha..."
Boom!
After the colossal roar, silence returned.
In place remained only a massive palm print. All the Pure Land monks had turned to ash, hundreds of souls adrift, sucked into the Myriad Spirits Banner.
The unscathed Primal Saint Sect disciples atop the palm print stood dumbfounded, staring into the vast pit below, slow to recover. At the edge, Guang Ming—who'd thrice escaped death by allying with Qin Tian—collapsed to his knees.
Almost simultaneously, beyond the Boundary Heaven.
"Blasphemer of the Buddha!"
A True Lord from the Pure Land shot to his feet, face ashen, for he'd clearly sensed his position's treasure shatter.
This one palm from Lu Yang had nearly slain every Pure Land monk!
The few survivors owed their lives to Guang Hai's preemptive action—some monks had lagged behind, failing to arrive in time.
Even so, the remnants posed no threat, mere lambs to slaughter. In other words, the Pure Land was out of this Path-Seizing Battle!
How could the Pure Land True Lord, who'd prepared countless schemes and pinned such hopes on this fight, accept it?
On the other side, True Lord Clear and Pure Snowfall feigned concern.
"Bodhisattva, no need to rush."
"Why rouse wrath and lose composure?"
"Victory and defeat are soldier's fare. Look at my Primal Saint Sect—we've yet to lose a Path-Seizing Battle lately, but even in defeat, we'd never rage."
Those words only fueled the Pure Land True Lord's fury.
Any other Primal Saint Sect True Lord, perhaps—but everyone knew True Lord Clear and Pure Snowfall was the sect's infamous madwoman, with a rap sheet a mile long!
In Path-Seizing Battle defeats, she'd flipped tables and reneged on bets!
And now she presumed to counsel him?
Beast!
(End of chapter)