Chapter 1203: Chapter 125: Like a Shadow
Most reincarnators, because of the profound accumulation of their previous lives, in this rebirth, at least grasp two Dao Realms.
Like Jun Mountain, comprehending three Dao Realms... there has been only one in a thousand years.
But like Miao Zhen, comprehending only one Dao Realm.
If you count carefully, it seems there has only been one in a thousand years.
A thousand years ago, there were many great divine ability users in the Buddhist sect. Before the last Great Catastrophe descended, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi had not yet dried up; one had to cultivate to the "Heavenly Human Realm" to attain the Bodhisattva Fruit Position.
At that ti, the Buddhist sect had a rather incredible Bodhisattva, nad "Mahasthamaprapta."
Miao Zhen’s Dao Realm shares the sa na.
It is said that a thousand years ago, when Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva displayed divine skills, all ten directions of the earth trembled.
At this mont.
The divine skill reappeared—
"!!!"
Nalan Xuance’s pupils shrank, sensing a suprely compressed formidable force crossing the void and directly landing above his head!
This feeling was like...
The sky was collapsing!
With a boom, the Great Trend Dao Realm completely stacked and fell, and Nalan Xuance and Miao Zhen instantly plumted from the firmant to the small mountain.
The mountaintop crumbled into fragnts.
Their montum was undiminished.
The two continued to fall, like sharp blades, piercing into the mountain rock.
The small mountain disintegrated.
Hidden Cicada used Divine Power to arrive beside the Ninth Prince, suspending him in mid-air.
After several breaths.
The small mountain had turned into flat ground.
No... to be precise, the small mountain had now beco a giant pit!
Miao Zhen enveloped Nalan Xuance with the Great Trend Dao Realm, like a teor striking the earth, boring through the mountain and crashing directly into the Earth Abyss...
"Is this, ’Mahasthamaprapta’?"
Suspended in mid-air, the Ninth Prince watched this scene, his expression sowhat shocked.
Even though he had long heard of it.
Yet seeing it with his own eyes, he was still overwheld by the sight before him.
An entire mountain was leveled to the ground.
Smoke and dust surged, pierced by countless Iron Curtain black lines; this world was still plunged into darkness, aning that although the Great Trend Dao Realm’s attack was effective, Nalan Xuance still "lived," and lived well, as the Iron Curtain domain had not retreated nor wavered in the slightest.
"Master Uncle is the most unique existence among nurous Yang Gods; he cultivates only one Dao Realm..."
Hidden Cicada took a deep breath and said with so regret, "From the mont he succeeded in reincarnation, he has been repeating the cultivation content of his previous life. If given enough ti, then this life’s ’Mahasthamaprapta’ would only be stronger than in the past. It’s just a pity..."
The words stopped abruptly.
The Ninth Prince knew what Hidden Cicada’s lant referred to.
It’s just a pity.
The ti left for Miao Zhen was too short.
To be able to cultivate Mahasthamaprapta, condensing the Dao Yang God, was already not easy.
...
...
Inside the giant pit paved with rubble and debris.
One figure lay in the pit.
One figure stood unyielding.
Miao Zhen, with an expressionless face, watched not far away at the battered figure in the broken gray robe, pressed to the bottom by Mahasthamaprapta, stained with blood.
According to the intelligence gathered by Fan Yin Temple, Nalan Xuance was a weak strategist; although he had cultivated to the Yang God Realm, he had never tempered his fleshly body...
Nalan Xuance was proficient in Xuanwei Technique, adept at using String Skill to manipulate people’s hearts, securing victory from thousands of miles away.
This image would create an illusion.
It seed natural that Nalan Xuance’s fleshly body should be extrely frail, unable to withstand heavy impacts.
However, the reality was quite contrary.
From the firmant’s fall in those brief monts.
Miao Zhen utilized the Great Trend Dao Realm, bombarding Nalan Xuance’s shell ten tis in total.
Ten strikes.
All were resisted by Nalan Xuance.
This shell’s flesh was shattered, the skin obliterated.
However...
Nalan Xuance’s Divine Sea aura had not weakened in the slightest. At this mont, lying in the pit, his eyes, though dim, retained an extrely intense, blazing radiance deep within.
Thousands upon thousands of threads fell like a waterfall into this broken shell.
Heart, lungs, upper arm, forearm.
Those broken gaps were rapidly growing, healing.
"chanical Techniques?"
Miao Zhen watched this unbelievable scene, frowning slightly.
To accomplish such repairs.
Either, possess the legendary "Undying Spring."
Or, it can only be the repair of a false skin through chanical Techniques.
Clearly... Nalan Xuance belonged to the latter.
If not mistaken, this State Preceptor skin revealing his identity to the world was rely one of the many puppets maneuvered by Nalan Xuance through chanical Techniques. Even when severely injured, as long as the original Divine Soul remained, the Iron Curtain could be directly used for repairs.
This National Master had spent several years laying the endless Iron Curtain in the Da Li Dynasty.
This formidable puppet, possessing the battle power of the Yang God Realm, operated by using the Iron Curtain as the source power.
"Heh... hehehe..."
A bleak laugh echoed from the pit.
The sound was bleak because Nalan Xuance’s lips had yet to be fully repaired.
Half his face had been shattered by the Great Trend Dao Realm.
But, it was of no concern.
After several breaths, the voice gradually returned to normal; the previously sharp and pitiful laughter due to air leakage grew more full, composed, even laced with a tinge of ridicule.
"Truly worthy of a reincarnated Bodhisattva..."
Supported by countless threads, Nalan Xuance steadied himself, bit by bit.
At this mont, his limbs were stiff, like a sculpture.
But after the threads withdrew.
The gray robe fluttered.
He restored the composed image of the State Preceptor, his deanor poised, showing no trace of the puppet.
"I must say, your ambush is more dangerous than Chen Chong’s earlier attempt."
Nalan Xuance patted his sleeve.
Dusting off the snowflakes, dust, and bloodstains from his shoulder, he spoke slowly with an indifferent tone: "It’s just... your ultimate fate is the sa."
Miao Zhen, Hidden Cicada.
Two young Great Virtues with Yang God combat strength, joining forces to try to kill Nalan Xuance.
The thought was beautiful.
But reality was cruel.
Even if the night’s plan was ticulous, and the two successfully suppressed him, how could one possibly kill sothing... that simply won’t die?
The result of tonight’s battle was destined for failure.
"You remind
of those things in the South Border."
Miao Zhen watched Nalan Xuance with disdain.
He referred to the Southern Border Evil Cultivators as those things... because in his eyes, the White Ghosts who practiced the Lower Nine Stream Techniques no longer counted as human.
Even if they successfully condense the Dao, they did not deserve his respect.
Nalan Xuance traversed with a "puppet body."
In so sense, he was very similar to the White Ghosts.
The dignified Da Li National Master had never shown his true face to All Living Beings...
How ironic?
No one had ever seen the true face of the Da Li National Master.
Perhaps behind this towering puppet shell lay a small, despicable figure.
Always hidden in the shadows.
Traveling like a shadow.
"I’m sorry to disappoint you."
Nalan Xuance calmly brushed off all the dust, speaking indifferently: "The world only sees what it wishes to see, so it doesn’t matter what image I present. What matters is the Iron Curtain I’ve laid for Da Li over the years; next... I will eradicate the remnants of the Buddhist sect and eliminate the national scourge at its foundation."
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