The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 852 - 395: Jade Shattered
In the Sea of Consciousness of Xu Qing, at the moment the twelve-petaled green lotus blossomed, the entire Netherworld trembled violently.
Dense clouds, as thick as ink, roiled and gathered, forming a massive vortex of Buddhist verses in the sky, where countless archaic Brahma script spell seals flickered in and out of view, emitting a daunting pressure.
These spell seals seemed to move like living creatures, each pattern containing the supreme transformative power of Buddhism.
The phantom of Guanyin slowly emerged from the center of the Lotus Platform, her plain white robes fluttering without wind, surrounded by a faint golden glow. Yet the smile beneath her lowered brows held an inexplainable eeriness concealed within its compassion, with fine golden Brahma script spell seals flowing through each smile line, seemingly carved with the devout blood essence of countless believers. As the smile spread, the spell seals became more discernible, as if about to completely envelop Xu Qing's Primordial Spirit.
Xu Qing watched as his Mystic Daoist Robe retreated inch by inch under that eerie smile, like thin gauze encountering a blazing fire.
The plain white monk's robe seemed alive, starting from his ankles and winding upward, emitting a soft whispering sound as the fabric rubbed, as if chanting some unknown Buddhist scriptures.
Meanwhile, the jade hairpin in his hair emitted a sharp buzzing, transforming into specks of golden light that condensed into a precept scar above his head.
A scorching pain spread from the spirit platform to his limbs and bones, as if countless needles were simultaneously piercing his Primordial Spirit, or like thousands of ants gnawing at him, almost causing him to faint.
"Good calculation, Bodhisattva," Xu Qing gritted through the pain, his voice no longer clear but resonating with a Brahma bell-like echo, causing ripples in the void,
"Setting this trap with the Diamond Sutra, luring me into the snare, is this to transform this poor Daoist into a Buddhist Incarnation?"
Before the words had faded, the willow branch in the hand of Guanyin's phantom quivered slightly, and a drop of ambrosia with a seven-colored halo fell into Xu Qing's Primordial Spirit.
The Innate Five-Colored Divine Light surged violently as if encountering its nemesis, contorting on the Lotus Platform into the shape of a peacock's tail plume, being drawn thread by thread from the Primordial Spirit.
With the loss of each strand of light, Xu Qing felt pain as if struck by lightning, clearly sensing his own power being continuously stripped away.
The canyon walls suddenly emitted a piercing cracking sound, as if countless giant axes were simultaneously cleaving through rock.
The mottled stone carvings of the Diamond Sutra oozed dark red blood lines that wriggled like living earthworms, snaking across the stone walls. Wherever they passed, the walls cracked inch by inch, emitting a nauseatingly sweet, metallic scent.
These blood lines continuously converged and intertwined, eventually piecing together the remnant of the Peacock King Mantra.
The three-headed Divine Dog let out a mournful howl, a sound full of devastation, its Dharma Form crumbling inch by inch, black fur falling like dead leaves: "Daoist! The blood curse on the walls is extracting the Great Roc essence!"
Fear and urgency filled its eyes, its body trembling slightly from excessive tension.
Xu Qing followed the sound and saw the Spirit Coffin Lamp within the glazed relic flicker like a dying candle in the wind, darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye under the corrosion of the dark red blood curse.
The green-black tail feathers on the gilded bone crumbled and fell one by one, each feather's fall seeming like the silent lamentation of the Great Roc Honored One.
With each completed blood character, a new relic appeared among the Bodhi Buddha Beads on the wrist of the Black Bear Spirit—the beads emanating a sinister glow clearly forged from the dismembered Golden Body of the Great Roc Honored One!
"What a Transplanting Flowers and Wood!" Xu Qing's eyes surged with Five-Colored Divine Light, suddenly stabbing his fingers into his brow.
The Innate Taiyi Dao Seed shattered with a roar, Chaotic Aura burst forth like a breached dam, instantly blackening the twelve-petaled Lotus Platform.
On the inky black Lotus Platform, countless golden cracks spread like spider webs, each crack devouring the surrounding Netherworld Qi.
For the first time, ripples spread across the compassionate face of Guanyin's phantom, as the Three Lights Divine Water of the Jade Purification Bottle spilled uncontrollably, forming chains in the void to bind the rampaging Chaotic Aura. However, the Chaotic Aura was too powerful, and the chains began to distort and deform as soon as they formed.
At the critical moment, Xu Qing's shattered Primordial Spirit transformed into a five-colored rainbow light, darting straight for the Spirit Coffin Lampwick.
Azure flames soared to the sky, casting the Yellow Springs as if it were a Green Nether Blood Sea.
From within the raging flames, the unyielding roar of the Great Roc Honored One faintly echoed, shaking the entire canyon.
The Black Bear Spirit spewed Golden Blood from its seven orifices, the Bodhi Buddha Beads on its wrist shattering in succession, each exploding relic revealing the wrathful Dharma Form of the Great Roc Honored One: "Guanyin! Return my freedom!"
At that moment, the Purple Gold Bell snatched by Xu Qing fell to the ground.
In an instant, the Six-Word Brightness Mantra on the Purple Gold Bell shone brilliantly, the blinding golden light like a small sun, illuminating the entire Netherworld. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
The void trembled, the space rippling like a water surface, and the Five Ming Kings stepped out of the light.
The Unmoving Ming King held a Wisdom Pestle, his countenance cold, emitting an aura of suppressing all things;
The Conqueror of the Three Worlds Ming King wielded a three-pronged halberd, surrounded by a thick cloud of Evil Qi, bending the air around him;
The Trailokya-Vijaya Ming King swung a Vajra Pestle, his muscle-bound body exuding a destructive aura;
The Great Virtuous Ming King opened his blood-filled mouth, his fangs glinting coldly, spewing black flames unceasingly;
The Vajra Yaksha Ming King swung a Vajra Bell, his gaze filled with ferocity, the sound of the bell causing tiny cracks in space.
Holding various Magic Artifacts, they exuded a suffocating pressure, arrayed in a Hexagram Array with Guanyin's phantom. When Xu Qing distinguished the vertical eye on Guanyin's phantom's brow, his heart jolted—those were unmistakably the Buddha's Past Body True Dharma Ming Buddha of the Bodhisattva Guanyin!
