Feeling the Aura Wang Meng released, Xia Wu let out a quiet sigh. "I thought this job would be easy. Looks like I'm getting the short end of the stick."
He then took a deep breath. The Qi Flow within him surged wildly, traveling along a specific route toward Xia Wu's right fist.
With the Qi Flow generated within his body, Xia Wu threw a punch at Wang Meng. The punch looked light and airy, without the slightest sense of force.
As the punch shot out, the mold-like patches on the walls and floor floated up as well. They then spun together, forming a mottled black tornado that roared toward Wang Meng, ten steps away.
Wang Meng let out a dry laugh. The long blade in his hand flashed, and a chilling blade light instantly cleaved into the black dragon, splitting the tornado covered in mottled black chunks in two.
There was clearly only one blade light in the corridor, yet Xia Wu suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger. He abruptly turned his head. His shoulder went cold, and his clothes suddenly burst apart, scattering into thousands of butterflies.
At the same time, a deep mark rapidly appeared on the wall behind him, as though someone had slashed it with a knife.
Xia Wu's pupils widened slightly. "An attack that can't be seen?"
That was right.
What Wang Meng had used just now was a Combat Skill called Ignorance.
Ignorance meant not knowing that the mind and consciousness were illusory, yet clinging to them as something real and indestructible. Thus, the Alaya-vijnana gave rise to the formations of action, relying on Manas's attachment to the self to cling to names and forms, ultimately leading to the endless cycle of life and death.
Mahayana Buddhism divided ignorance into two parts: