Remould the Glory of Sword Art-Chapter 1202 - 124: Mahasthamaprapta
"Invite me to death?"
Nalan Xuance looked at the golden light ignited in the night, and couldn’t help but laugh.
He rushed over from the distant Crown Prince Mansion.
At this moment, his clothes were still stained with the lingering blood qi from the Inner Court and the snow and wind infused by the Thunder Technique.
Even Chen Chong, who comprehended the "Time Dao," wasn’t his match...
Just relying on the Ninth Prince, and these two "young virtues" from the Buddhist sect, who have only recently gained fame?
He gazed at the two young men walking out of the Void Gate.
Nalan Xuance slightly squinted his eyes.
If he remembered correctly...
Last time Hidden Cicada made an appearance, he was only at the Twenty Yin God Realms. Although it had been three years since then, the threshold between the Yin God and Yang God wasn’t so easily crossed.
"Nalan National Master."
Hidden Cicada slightly bowed and smiled, "No need to look at me, I’m just in the Yin God Realm. The main combatant tonight is my master uncle."
"Oh?"
Nalan Xuance slightly turned his head.
At this moment, the void of Little Desolate Mountain was faintly boiling...
The aura emanating from Miao Zhen had already transcended the Yin God.
For the ascension of this "Reincarnated Bodhisattva," Nalan Xuance was not surprised. After all, reliving a life after two hundred years as a Buddhist great cultivator, ascending from the Yin God Realm to the Condensing Dao Yang God in two or three years was not unusual. It was just certain that Miao Zhen’s "ascension" came at a cost.
The vast majority of Reincarnators choose to end their lives young in pursuit of a higher ceiling and the elusive peak opportunity...
But now.
Living another life, Miao Zhen was not stronger than in his previous life.
In contrast.
Jun Mountain’s potential exceeded Miao Zhen’s by far; he had already cultivated the third "Dao Realm," and the future held the possibility of "Harmonization."
"Miaozhen Bodhisattva."
Nalan Xuance smiled and said, "During the Battle of Poison, you were only at the Fourth Realm of Yang God... It’s not easy to get a second chance, why rush to restore cultivation so eagerly?"
For Reincarnators, living another life, moving slower, could lead to greater heights.
But Miao Zhen was quite the opposite.
His cultivation journey was extremely rapid.
Not for the pursuit of the limit, but to... Protect the Buddhist sect comprehensively.
Over the years, the situation for the Buddhist sect had become dire, leaving Miao Zhen no time to cultivate slowly. He needed to become a Yin God as quickly as possible and then Condense Dao to Yang God.
"Great Trend Dao Realm."
Miao Zhen was not regretful and softly said, "Cultivating to this realm might just be for tonight’s battle... But, it’s enough."
With the arrival of two great virtues of the Buddhist sect.
The entire desolate mountain was locked in a circle of golden light...
Brahma sounds echoed in the void.
Nalan Xuance looked around, feeling somewhat ironic, tonight he had arranged everything, traveling back and forth over a thousand miles, only to set this place as the "trap."
Now it seemed.
The ones entering the trap weren’t just the Ninth Prince but himself as well.
"Gentlemen, you seem to underestimate me..."
Nalan Xuance sighed softly.
The next moment, he suddenly made his move.
Launched the assault!
Just a wave of his sleeve!
The entire night suddenly turned into an inky black —
The "Iron Curtain" descended!
Countless black lines fell like rain, bypassing Miao Zhen, and attacked Hidden Cicada directly!
Nalan Xuance naturally wouldn’t confront the "strongest" selected by the Buddhist sect head-on.
Though he didn’t take these two to heart, he also knew... To break the impasse, he needed to kill one with a lightning strike!
He naturally chose the yet-to-condense Dao Hidden Cicada!
"..."
Hidden Cicada looked at the iron curtain rain lines falling like ink from the sky, his expression unhurried.
He merely clasped his hands together.
Standing as solid as stone.
Rumble! 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
The seemingly thin iron curtain rain lines fell on the young monk’s shoulders, burning through the golden robe but unable to penetrate Hidden Cicada’s flesh... This former Buddha’s son, only in the Yin God Realm, had skin seemingly cast from Vajra Glaze. The black lines, enough to pierce a Yang God body, bounced off like raindrops, scattering around.
"?!"
Nalan Xuance’s pupils slightly contracted.
He instantly understood why Hidden Cicada could participate in the battle...
The Buddhist sect has six divine skills, it’s said that mastering three of them gives one the ability to contend with Yang Gods. This claim is, of course, a fallacy; the six divine skills are hard to cultivate, but the Yang God Realm is even more challenging to reach. Even if one masters three divine skills, it is far from enough to support a battle against a Yang God.
Unless...
They mastered the most difficult of the Six Divine Powers, "Leakage-Free Communication."
Flawless flesh body.
Equivalent to the Martial Arts Saint Body.
In a certain sense, the last of the six divine powers is akin to the Martial Artist’s Condensing Dao.
Therefore, if one truly mastered "Leakage-Free Communication," plus any two divine skills... They truly could contend with a Yang God!
For hundreds of years.
Only one monk in the Buddhist sect achieved the Leakage-Free Communication.
Even Miao Zhen had not completed this divine skill practice.
But now...
There was to be another.
Hidden Cicada clasped his hands together, a faint light burning at the center of his brow. He stood at the center of the mountain summit, shrouded by black rain, taking strides with the Divine Power, reaching Nalan Xuance in an instant.
This young great virtue raised his fist simply and unpretentiously.
Punched out.
Hit the target.
Boom!
This punch seemed simple but incredibly fast. Nalan Xuance, still immersed in the shock brought by "Leakage-Free Communication," entirely wasn’t expecting Hidden Cicada to dare to counterattack. A thought arose in his mind, countless black lines gathered and spread in front of him, but the punch still hit his abdomen.
Nalan Xuance was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the mountain wall.
Countless dust clouds rolled.
Hidden Cicada intended to pursue the attack but abruptly stopped advancing after taking a few steps forward, not looking towards the direction Nalan Xuance was launched, but suddenly raising his head.
"Rustle."
Though the summit had dust tumbling.
But at this moment, a dark figure, somewhat disheveled, "instantaneously" reached the heavens.
The "Iron Curtain" domain had already descended.
In this domain, every blade of grass and tree was under Nalan Xuance’s control.
Though he took a punch, he immediately corrected his trajectory with the "Iron Curtain," shifting the void and changing the developments.
"..."
At this moment, Nalan Xuance’s expression turned quite heavy.
He anticipated that the Buddhist sect wouldn’t arbitrarily send a Yin God Realm combatant to die.
Hidden Cicada, who comprehended the Leakage-Free Communication, was equivalent to a Martial Artist’s Condensing Dao, no different from a Yang God.
Plus Miao Zhen.
This battle meant he was facing two opponents, a situation more severe than the previous battle with Chen Chong...
Wait.
Nalan Xuance suddenly frowned, his Divine Thought overlapping again, suddenly realizing a figure was missing on the summit.
Miao Zhen...
Where was Miao Zhen?
Nalan Xuance’s Heart Lake suddenly trembled; he quickly turned around to see a figure in golden robes had somehow appeared behind him.
Divine Steps.
Both great virtues of the Buddhist sect had mastered the Divine Steps.
This was their reason for coming to eliminate... Although the mountain was controlled by the "Iron Curtain," within this limited space, the Divine Steps allowed for rapid movement, and the two moved with speed no less than Nalan Xuance!
"Snap."
A crisp sound echoed in the sky.
Miao Zhen stretched out his hand and lightly placed it on Nalan Xuance’s shoulder.
A majestic momentum.
Suddenly descended.
The world was vast, but this momentum was confined within three feet, on the shoulders of the two.
Great Trend Dao Realm.
Fall!
