Ten Thousand Ravines and a Thousand Crags Shared One Cup!

Under the onslaught of information, the Divine Soul suddenly swells, like an inflated balloon, but it doesn't stop, gradually expanding to its limit, showing a tendency to collapse directly!

Faced with this situation, Qiu Yan felt a chill run down his spine. Without hesitation, he used his consciousness to propel the Humanistic Fire Seed back into the Divine Spirit Body through the Soul Aperture!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Once the Fire Seed entered the Divine Power Space, it immediately became unrestricted, bursting forth with Buddhist light and Confucian words, like a volcanic eruption. But then, two Divine Power Stars fell, pressing down on the Buddhist light and Confucian words, and then exploded, transforming into divine power and Incense Faith.

The divine power stabilized the Buddhist light and Confucian words, while the Incense Faith flowed through them, quickly analyzing and extracting strands of information, which were then integrated into Qiu Yan's consciousness, allowing him to gradually understand many things.

Almost simultaneously, just as Qiu Yan was analyzing and digesting that information, the Order in the main hall suddenly fluctuated, and the Buddha statue deep inside the hall trembled violently! A Buddha figure rose from the surface, continuously expanding until it was three zhang tall in the blink of an eye!

The grand intent emanating from the Void suddenly changed, revealing anger, and merged with the three-zhang-tall Buddha figure. The figure turned and manifested the illusory image of Wrathful Vajra!

His face was fierce, his eyes blazing with fire! A violent emotion suddenly arose and pressed down! Unrestrained by matter or flesh, it went straight to the heart! Stirring up the emotions in people's hearts!

Zhen Zhizuo and the others present were immediately affected, their heads buzzing and a sharp pain shooting through them!

"This is..." A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of Senior Chen and the two Grand Confucian. The Human Path Order they had been in control of had been suppressed at this moment!

"Such a strong aura of Divine Ability power! Even one or two individual strands of Order are insufficient to completely restrain it! We must summon Dragon Qi, otherwise..."

As the three Grand Confucian scholars were pondering this, the Wrathful Vajra raised his hand and pressed down. His palm shone brightly, and to everyone's senses, it seemed to expand continuously, as if spreading without end. His five fingers resembled five mountain peaks, and his entire palm was like a continuous mountain range. And so it pressed down!

In an instant, the oppression weighed on their hearts, and the giant hand held its intent. Everyone immediately felt their bodies become heavy, their bodies trembled rapidly, their bones collided and rubbed together, their skeletons groaned, their backs bent, and they were about to be crushed. Even the three monks and the six disciples of the Buddhist Sect were no exception!

Puff!

Several of the weaker scholars even coughed up blood!

The Divine Ability power was transmitted layer by layer, and the power became stronger and stronger. The Master of Nine-Rhyme Studio's face turned pale and the clouds surrounding him exploded!

Across from him, Qiu Yan was processing the information, gradually understanding it. He calmly reached out, grabbed the lid, pressed it forward, and placed it back on the teacup.

"Human Path affairs are unpredictable; let us all share a cup amidst countless ravines and cliffs!"

Jingle.

With a crisp sound, the radiant hand suddenly froze in mid-air, suspended in mid-air.

The hand, after it was pressed out, brought unimaginable pressure to everyone. Senior Chen and the other two Grand Confucian were closer, so they were also affected, and their skin turned noticeably white.

These Grand Confucian, Thought-Convergent Order and explored the Origin Source, were able to use the Force of Order to confront those with Divine Abilities, causing all evil to flee.

However, if something unexpected happens, even one's thoughts cannot be immediately taken into account. If a method that resembles Divine Ability powers gets close, one will be injured or even die just like an ordinary person. After all, the essence of Grand Confucian is still that of a mortal body; what is truly extraordinary is their thoughts.

Besides Senior Chen and others, Master of Nine-Rhyme Studio also suffered a great loss. The cloud-like Literary Thought that he had manifested by guiding the Force of Order were shattered. This pain was no less than being pricked on the head with a needle.

However, the reason he suffered such a severe injury was because he was caught in the crossfire. Although the palm was incredibly powerful and affected the entire hall, its core power was layered and was clearly aimed at Qiu Yan!

Under the direct impact, the stone slabs beneath and around Qiu Yan showed fine cracks, resembling a spider web. However, due to his foundation in Life Cultivation the Golden Core, he used his internal True Essence to support his body and withstand the damage, showing little sign of injury.

However, the pressure just now was layered, squeezing the air, and there was also mental pressure. It also contained the extraordinary power of Buddhism, which gathered everyone's thoughts. If that palm had continued to press down, even if Qiu Yan's Life Cultivation level was high, he would have had difficulty resisting the combined force and would have suffered serious injuries.

At that moment, the hand suddenly stopped, but the phantom of the Wrathful Vajra, hovering in the air, still gave people a great sense of oppression, making the air heavy and even making their thoughts seem to freeze.

Beneath the illusory image were many strange scenes formed by the collision of thoughts between the three monks and the three Grand Confucian. Around them was a water illusion created by Qiu Yan, in which there were cities and people, border soldiers, and black clouds formed by the thoughts of the Master of Nine-Rhyme Studio, and the hearts of the people driven by its Order.

At this moment, everything froze.

Many people were stunned into silence by this sudden change.

The only thing that moved was the slightly trembling teacup. As the lid fell, the cup shook slightly, but in the next instant, the tremor expanded, spreading from the cup to the ground and finally radiating throughout the entire hall.

Whoosh!

The illusory flow of water, scattered throughout, began to move, converging on the cup as if being absorbed by a bottomless abyss, and in the blink of an eye, it was all gone.

As the water flow receded, the city and its inhabitants vanished without a trace. Even more astonishingly, a large portion of the strange phenomena formed by the Buddha's light and Order was also pulled along, passing through the cracks in the cup and merging into it!

The three-day world, the feeling of following the will of Heaven, the distinction between Chinese and barbarian attire, and the thoughts of all people have all been swept away!

As the various scenes faded away, the phantom of the Wrathful Vajra, like water without a source, gradually became transparent and eventually disappeared.

Inside the main hall, only wisps of Buddhist light flowed, and the Order that resided within them pulsed slightly.

Whether it was the three monks or the several Grand Confucian, they all showed surprise and focused their attention on Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan flicked his wrist, shaking the teacup twice as if it were wine. Then he raised his head, looked around at everyone, and slowly swept his gaze across them. His pupils regained their luster, and his eyes changed like ripples on a lake.

Within his soul, a vast amount of information was constantly being transmitted from the Soul Aperture, merging into his Divine Soul and transforming into memories, rapidly enhancing his understanding of the Buddhist Sect.

On the other side of the cave, within the Divine Power Space of the Divine Spirit Body, Incense Faith danced and shifted. In the Divine Pool, a ball of Buddhist light was changing, surrounded by four distinct sounds.

As the mind merged with the Buddha's light and Confucian words, they were quickly analyzed. The Buddha's light gradually disintegrated, becoming pure information mixed with a unique aura, similar to the Incense Divine Power, but slightly different.

The four Confucian sayings slowly coalesced, their sounds fading away, revealing pure thoughts that were then combined and solidified, transforming into the form of the Sage Spirit. However, they were not as pure as the Sage Spirit, nor could they resonate with any Order in the world.

Information is integrated into consciousness and shared by Three Bodies.

The next moment...

The Divine Spirit Body suddenly trembled, and he sat cross-legged in mid-air, his eyes radiating light. The Spiritual Qi and might on his body gradually faded, but within his Divine Body, in the Divine Power Space that resembled a starry sky, one Divine Power Stars after another was extinguished. The projected earth beneath that starry sky, which was originally covered with specks of silver light, was also disappearing continuously. This was a sign of the loss of incense offerings and the disappearance of believers.

On the other side, the Heart Demon Body suddenly moved, releasing a glimmer of light. The eerie and inexplicable aura gradually faded, revealing solemnity and dignity. Then, it turned around, breaking through a barrier. The Soul Aperture at its core, against the flow of incense, entered the Land of the Divine Remains, taking up residence inside the statue of the Lianxi Tribe, overlooking the tribe and spying on the hearts of its people.

Inside the main hall of Great Brahma Temple, the aura of the Fleshly Body became increasingly tranquil and peaceful. This change in aura was quite obvious. Even a novice monk with little experience and ordinary eyesight could see it at a glance and feel a sense of doubt. As for the knowledgeable Zhen Zhizuo and others, they were even more surprised.

To everyone's surprise, Qiu Yan gently flicked his fingers, pinched the cup lid with his five fingers, and lifted it open again with a swift movement. His eyes gleamed with a glint of light as he extended his right hand, his fingertips touching the cup and dipping them in a little tea.

The moment the lid was lifted, Zhen Zhizuo, Gao Song, An Jin, Chen Jing, Chen Yun, along with the young novice and his senior brothers, couldn't help but stare intently into the cup.

After all, the many scenes from just now had been absorbed into this cup. With a shake of the hand, the water in the cup swirls, as if brewing something, which naturally aroused curiosity.

However, upon closer inspection, all they saw was the calm, unchanging tea with a few tea leaves floating on the surface; apart from that, there was nothing unusual about it.

However, as Qiu Yan tapped his fingertip, ripples spread across the water in the cup, and a soft sound immediately rang out in the hall. The sound was gentle, as if someone were whispering in one's ear, like reciting scriptures, or perhaps chanting sutras, with the words unclear.

"Hmm?" The four great scholars, including Master of Nine-Rhyme Studio, changed their expressions, while the three Grand Confucian descended from the sky, looking at Qiu Yan's fingertips with equal surprise and uncertainty.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qiu Yan tapped his finger on the floor in front of him and began to write characters.

Although these words were written with wet fingers, once they touched the ground, the marks soaked through the floor, leaving deep imprints. The characters themselves were full of Qi and Blood, with the strokes sharp and powerful, and the structure conveyed a sense of compassion, composure, and tranquility.

This single word alone caused a change in the minds of everyone present. Those who had seen Qiu Yan write before suddenly realized that Qiu Yan's writing had changed again, becoming even more mysterious.

Regardless of what everyone was thinking, Qiu Yan was engrossed in writing. The little drop of water in his hand seemed endless, and within the droplet, a bit of Buddhist light and Confucian words condensed, which he then used to carve them onto the floor.

The cracked stone slab slowly healed, and then a line of characters took shape.

"If one seeks Order, then the principles of inner and outer can be harmonized and clarified!"

The last word "" was formed, and the hall suddenly became splendid!

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