Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal Manifestation!
Chen Qiusheng slowly spread his hands.
A maid stepped forward and gently helped him put on his coat. Directly in front of him, his disciple was bowing.
"Do you know why your teacher didn't attend the banquet at the Executive Building tonight?"
The old man straightened his dark black robe, exuding a unique kind of majesty.
Wang Tianlong and Lu Zheng both shook their heads.
The old man said calmly:
"Seventy percent of the guests gathered at this banquet were invited by Hong Tianbao for his disciple-acceptance banquet tomorrow."
Wang Tianlong kowtowed, without raising his head, and solemnly said:
"Master, is this old codger trying to build momentum for his disciple? Who is it? That Lin Dongxi?"
The old man turned around, his back to his two apprentices, his head slightly tilted back, revealing a half-open window to the crescent moon overhead.
He said calmly:
"He never asked your grandmaster for the miraculous medicine to temper his five internal organs, therefore, whoever he is, his cultivation level will not exceed the Twelve Refinements."
"Even under these circumstances, your third senior uncle was willing to use up many past favors to create such a spectacle."
"It seems he's quite certain that his apprentice's talent far surpasses yours."
Wang Tianlong, who had kowtowed, spoke in a low voice:
"I will arrange for someone to assassinate this boy."
"Assassination?"
Chen Qiusheng turned his head, stared at his eldest apprentice, stepped forward, stretched out his foot, and gently stepped on his head.
"After the Apprenticeship Banquet and the disciple-acceptance banquet, he has gained power. How else do you want to kill him?"
Wang Tianlong trembled slightly:
"Your disciple has spoken recklessly."
Chen Qiusheng sighed and stomped his eldest disciple into the brickwork. The latter let out a muffled groan, blood flowing from all seven orifices.
The old man said calmly:
"Looking at the geniuses who have come and gone throughout the world, their ambitions are all unwavering, which is why eight or nine out of ten perish halfway through. A small number of those who proceed cautiously step by step lose their edge and their natural talents are no longer what they once were."
Lu Zheng glanced furtively at his Eldest Senior Brother, whose skull had been crushed, but dared not speak.
Chen Qiusheng continued:
"Tomorrow you should go to your third master's disciple-acceptance banquet and see what kind of disciple he has. Is he fearless and unstoppable, or cautious and deliberate?"
Wang Tianlong's voice came through the bricks and stones:
"Should we proceed cautiously, step by step?"
"Don't worry about it."
"If we press on without hesitation?"
The old man withdrew his foot and said calmly:
"Then you should spar with his fellow disciples and shatter his indomitable spirit."
After a moment's pause, a look of keen interest appeared on his face:
"I'm more curious about what your second senior uncle will do."
Wang Tianlong's head was buried in the soil, his blood staining the broken bricks red. He spoke in a muffled voice:
"Yes, Master."
Beyond the Double Ninth Festival, in the Great Wilderness.
The land was suddenly torn apart, and smoke and dust rose into the sky, spreading in all directions.
I can't see anything clearly.
More than thirty Martial Arts Master stood on end, protecting each other and warily watching the billowing dust.
The old man's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he had a very bad premonition about this level of force.
Pure strength—that's already at the level of a grandmaster!
What's wrong with this little guy??
The old man pursed his lips, looked around, his internal organs churning, and then he opened his mouth and spat out!
The blazing white light tore a huge gap in the thick smoke and dust, sweeping across the earth.
Wherever it passed, vast swaths of the ground evaporated!
A top-tier Martial Arts Master five internal organs are all unlocked and whose three major shackles are completely broken.
The blazing white light that burst forth from its mouth was more than ten times more powerful than that of the action team leader who had vaporized a building with a single breath!
Only.
Missed.
The lingering smoke and dust suddenly began to vibrate with a strange rhythm, vibrating exactly once per breath.
The smoke and dust, vibrating and shaking, created unique patterns, one after another.
Yes, a heartbeat?
The old man felt a chill run down his spine as he heard an extremely deep, muffled drumbeat, like that of a wild, untamed beast. With each heartbeat, the dust storm that blotted out the sky trembled.
The cracked and shattered earth also trembled!
Amidst horrified gazes, the smoke and dust suddenly began to collapse in a certain direction.
The giant, sixteen feet tall, also manifested.
Deathly silence, emptiness, annihilation.
Zhang Fusheng sighed softly. After facing the Helplessness Bridge and merging with the Ancient Tomb Form, he also faced the purest and most fundamental fear in his heart.
He was afraid.
That is annihilation, decay, the emptiness that remains after dust returns to dust, leaving no trace in the world.
"Turn out to be."
"What I have always sought is true immortality."
The giant whispered, his voice echoing across the shattered land, his tangible Qi and Blood swirling and colliding behind him.
'Buzz!!'
The distorted Qi and Blood transformed into a blazing sun!!
The radiance of the spirit pierced through the thick smoke and dust, and the billowing dust scattered in all directions.
Four million two hundred thousand jin of force, twelve layers of True Intention great strength.
Behind him was a blazing sun of Qi and Blood, above his head was a majestic Aura like thunderclouds, and on his skin flowed a golden radiance of Buddha-nature!
Second form, complete liberation!
"Hunt him!"
The old man let out a low roar, and once again a blazing white light curtain spewed from his mouth, pouring out like a silver river and crashing down on the sixteen-foot-tall man!
Zhang Fusheng vanished in a flash, leaving behind a massive crater tens of meters wide and tens of meters deep where he had stood!
"Is this what a near-master can do?"
The giant's voice echoed in the sky, carrying a mixture of fear, trembling, panic, and excitement.
They've all vanished!
He knew what he feared, and he knew what he longed for.
Thus, body and mind achieved perfect harmony, and a fearless Daoist heart was formed!
"Thank you for your Helplessness Bridge."
A giant fell from the sky.
Smash the monument!
With his palms stacked on top of each other, like a celestial monument, he slammed them down toward the old man on the cracked earth!
The latter stomped his foot, and his withered body erupted with unimaginable power. More than two hundred meters of Blood Qi Beacon surged up, entangled and transformed into the old man's half-body phantom!
"All they know is brute force."
"In the end, she's still... mediocre!"
The two-hundred-meter-tall Qi and Blood and blood roared along with the old man; this was the product of the harmony between his spirit, will, and Qi and Blood, a power that surpassed even that of Martial Arts Master!
He raised half his body, his palms seemingly floating, and with this movement, the ground within a hundred meters tore apart, sending large and small stones flying into the air.
With a surge of vital Qi and Blood, he lifted himself up towards the sky and crashed down upon the descending giant!
Zhang Fusheng, who was sixteen feet tall, looked like a tiny ant in front of the two-hundred-meter-tall Qi and Blood Void.
'BOOM!!'
The giant hand collided with the tiny giant, and a visible, tangible shockwave rippled outwards in all directions.
Under terrifying pressure, the air visibly fractured and rippled!
'Wow!!'
The golden giant coughed up a mouthful of brilliant blood, showing no fear or alarm, but rather rejoicing, his eyes shining brightly.
"What kind of tactic is this??"
Zhang Fusheng leaned back, landing on the distant ground, staring intently at the breathtaking scene before him.
The gaunt old man stood on the ground, above his head a two-hundred-meter-tall, identical-looking half-illusory figure.
Just like the [Taotie Form] that Niu Dali unleashed back then!
However, the two are completely different. Niu Dali relies on his own Taotie Bloodline, but what about this old man?
"This is the skill of a grandmaster."
In the distance, the old man and his hundred-meter-long virtual counterpart spoke simultaneously, a massive wave of sound rolling forth as they gazed at Zhang Fusheng:
"Your power has truly reached the level of a grandmaster."
"But as I said before, brute force is ultimately inferior."
The illusory image, over two hundred meters in size, began to move, suddenly becoming somewhat blurry and faded. But in its place, the opponent's fist became incredibly clear.
It is clearly formed from Qi and Blood, yet the fine lines on the fist are clearly visible, as if they were real!
A brilliant fist imprint came crashing down!
Zhang Fusheng sensed the scent of death, but he neither flinched nor avoided it.
It's like facing the threat of death head-on.
It was as if he was facing the utterly empty sense of panic that the Helplessness Bridge brought him!
The twelvefold True Intention of great power.
A brief period of unity!
"Let me see your limits!"
Zhang Fusheng roared, smashing the monument! A great tide! A black tiger! A sinister snake! Spring thunder!
With a single punch to the sky, a series of profound and True Intention phenomena arose, intertwined and working together in perfect harmony!
The brilliant fist imprint collided with the twelve layers of True Intention.
There was no roar.
There was no loud noise.
There was no earth-shattering event.
Circular ripples spread outwards from the point where the fists met.
The moment the ground came into contact with the ripples, rocks, clods of earth, and other debris broke apart into tiny particles invisible to the naked eye, which were then pushed further away and quietly dispersed.
This scene, as I witnessed it, was just like...
The earth vanished in silence.
The brilliant fist imprint unleashed by the old man shattered into fragments, and the twelve layers of True Intention also briefly disintegrated.
Zhang Fusheng was in even worse shape; his right fist, which he used to throw a punch, had disappeared, and his entire body was covered in cracks, like a fragile piece of porcelain!
No.
He is truly breaking down.
Pieces of golden skin and flesh peeled away, astonishing even Martial Arts Master:
"You won?"
Zhang Fusheng glanced at him, then looked away, gazing at the old man and his over two-hundred-meter-tall, Qi and Blood figure.
He exclaimed in amazement:
"So, it was Aura."
"It's the Aura that comes from the union of intention and energy, but the difference is that you've also incorporated divine power into it. What is the creation of this being called?"
"Faxiang," the old man in the distance calmly answered for him, "Surrender, child."
Zhang Fusheng did not answer, but merely pondered the words 'Dharma Image'.
"So, this is the method of a Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster?"
As it shattered, he muttered to himself:
"Martial artists cultivate their bodies to seek strength, Martial Arts Master explore the supernatural Divine Ability of their five internal organs, while grandmasters and Great Grandmaster focus on their spirit and will."
"They blend their spirit and will with their physical body, Qi and Blood, and unite their essence, Essence, Qi, and Spirit to create the true self?"
"I've learned something, I've learned something!"
Amidst each heartfelt remark.
Zhang Fusheng's flesh and skin had been completely peeled away.
He.
It turned into a skeleton.
A pure skeleton without flesh, nerves, internal organs, eyeballs, or brain!
But these skeletons were alive.
It can hear, see, move, and jump.
"Congratulations."
The skeletal skull raised its head, its empty eye sockets staring at the old man whose scalp was tingling. The bones in its throat rubbed and collided, producing a peculiar grinding sound.
"You showed me the road ahead."
"You too can see my new form."
The skeleton creaked and vibrated, leaving more than thirty Martial Arts Master dumbfounded. Its flesh, organs, and even brain were gone!
Is he still alive???
Amidst countless bewildered gazes, the scattered pieces of flesh and blood beneath Zhang Fusheng's feet wriggled and floated up.
Behind him, Great Tomb of flesh and blood materialized!
Ancient Tomb Form.
Twelve true True Intention.
A spiritual realm.
In addition, there's the White Bone Meditation.
The four Visualization Method of the Lingshan lineage are: Tathagata, Purity, Great Compassion, and -- Hell.
The White Bone Meditation was originally called the Hell Meditation.
Or perhaps...
Ksitigarbha Temple.
The skeleton finally opened:
"I call this form the Underworld Form."
"Of course, it can also be called the Ksitigarbha Form?"
The Sixteen-Foot True Body —no, the sixteen-foot-tall true bones—let out a hoarse laugh, the curtain of flesh and blood behind it trembled, the tombstone fell, and the coffin was overturned.
Amidst the horrified gazes, an illusory image was also reflected!
This is what the statue Zhang Fusheng sculpted for himself in the divine realm looks like.
It has been worshipped with incense for three hundred years.
It was illuminated by the Six Ding Divine Fire for three hundred years.
It is today, this very moment!
Yes, Ksitigarbha Dharma Form!
Even more so!
The Dharma forms of the Central Extreme Cult Master, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, and the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate!
"A genius!" The old man stared in disbelief, muttering to himself, "One observation, one clash, and you actually... learned the Dharma Form?!"
He felt it was unbelievable. How many years had he spent, with the body of Martial Arts Master and Perfection spiritual realm, barely managing to create a [Dharma Image]?
But this guy, but this guy!
He's only just opened his second organ!!
On what grounds?
The old man closed his eyes and roared:
"Unfair!"
The Qi and Blood Dharma Image opened its eyes and suddenly left the body, throwing a punch that tore a deep ravine into the ground beneath it!
The white skeleton stood still.
Behind him, the Great Tomb of flesh and blood trembled slightly, and the majestic Dharma image with a twelve-tassel crown above its head opened its eyes.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
Faxiang sighed, and the ancient tomb trembled.
The old man's hundred-meter-long Dharma image froze, as if he had received Imperial Edict, and then suddenly dispersed into a cloud of qi Qi and Blood that blotted out the sky.
"This"
The old man's face changed drastically.
"That's not allowed."
The skeleton sat cross-legged on the ground, hands clasped together, and asked:
"Bitterness?"
The Dharma Image reached out and pressed down.
The earth trembled.
The old man turned into a pool of raw, pure flesh and blood.
The Helplessness Bridge was then held Underworld Dharma Aspect.