Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 861 Dismantling the Divine Restriction
This was the first time in decades that Song Mian had fully unleashed the true meaning of Tai Chi in front of these younger generation. Those he had seen before either died or had their minds purified by the true meaning of Tai Chi, turning them into idiots.

In other words, all the people in front of us are those who have witnessed Song Mian's full power.

"Um……"

Xia He was the first to give in and let out a soft moan.

It wasn't because she was the least skilled. She was able to make such a name for herself in Quanxing, and despite having such a passive charm ability, she wasn't schemed against or raped in a place like Quanxing. To put it bluntly, which might hurt Zhang Lingyu's pride, this wild, innate extraordinary person was far more skilled than him, the old Celestial Master's disciple from the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The problem is that her special ability is also a mental attack, which is exactly the same as what Song Mian is releasing. Moreover, her charm is innate, and she can't control herself from releasing it.

Tai Chi excels at counter-attacking, the so-called "striking after the opponent has moved." But when faced with Xia He's ever-present spiritual attacks, no matter how much Xia He was superior to Zhang Lingyu, it was useless. In front of a master like Song Mian, it was as good as nothing.

In an instant, it swirled back, carrying with it the true meaning of Tai Chi and her own alluring power, all rushing into her brain. At this moment, Xia He felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing her from the Niwan Palace between her eyebrows, and she let out an incredibly seductive moan, which was even more arousing than Japanese adult films.

If it were anyone else here, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold on. Even renowned senior figures in the martial arts world might not be able to withstand it.

However, the people present all acted as if they didn't see anything.

Zhou Meng, also a successor of the true meaning of Tai Chi, easily shattered Xia He's alluring influence with a casual movement of his Qi. Wang Ye and Zhou Sheng, both practitioners of the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, even traveled along the timeline to other points in the "Seventy-Two Pentads," seemingly in the same room, but in reality completely ignoring each other.

It wasn't that these two couldn't do anything to Xia He, but they simply didn't want to disturb Song Mian and He Songling's duel.

The only one without any means was Zhang Lingyu.

Upon hearing Xia He's moan, Zhang Lingyu felt a sudden dizziness, and the alluring scenes from years past resurfaced before his eyes, leaving him unsure whether he was in the present or the past. Fortunately, Xia He wasn't feeling well either, otherwise Zhang Lingyu might have simply pulled down his pants.

Even so, Zhang Lingyu, still a little dizzy, instinctively pulled the slumped Xia He into his arms, stroking her hair with eyes full of love.

"Old Zhang, remember to pay!"

He Songling, satisfied, filmed the scene again and sent it to Zhang Zhiwei. He then casually put the two of them into the Time Chamber, and then threw a straight punch at Song Mian.

The Tai Chi symbol facing them resembled the face of Da Xiong, who had just taken a punch from Fat Tiger, leaving a large dent. But as the Tai Chi symbol rotated, the dent gradually diminished until it was about to deflect He Songling's fist away.

"Is this what immortals are like?"

From behind the Tai Chi diagram came Song Mian's provocative voice.

"Ah, it's okay, you can continue."

He Songling's hand bounced off as if it had been pressed against a balloon, then he swung his fist and hammered down like he was hammering a nail. The Tai Chi diagram was dented again, and then bounced back again.

This happened repeatedly. "Old He, what exactly are you trying to do?" Song Mian was a little puzzled. He Songling's attacks were all like a child throwing punches, straightforward and direct. Although his strength was considerable, he never managed to break through Song Mian's Tai Chi diagram defense.

This level of skill, let alone now, was even higher than that of He Songling seventy years ago, no, eighty years ago.

"Study it."

He Songling circled around Song Mian, attacking from all directions. He even descended from the sky and rose from the ground. No matter the angle, the Tai Chi diagram that seemed to be a flat plane directly in front of Song Mian could accurately intercept him. Even if they attacked at the same time, they would be distorted onto the same Tai Chi diagram.

He walked around Song Mian with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with contemplation.

No one could understand what He Songling was doing, not even Song Mian himself or the Zhou brothers, who were great figures.

This is not a battle between He Songling and Song Mian. What is there for a deity like him to fight against someone who hasn't even become an immortal and can't even beat Zhang Zhiwei? This is a battle between He Songling and Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, who is the last recorded immortal before him, separated by more than 600 years of time.

It couldn't even be called a fight; it was more like a "discussion of the Dao." Zhang Sanfeng had already laid out his "Dao," and now he was just waiting for He Songling to offer his insights, or even to offer a solution.

"That's it..."

This was the first time He Songling had experienced something so interesting since achieving the fifth level of Reverse Rebirth. The relics left by Zhang Boduan were a legacy, but they differed from the true meaning of Tai Chi, which embodied Zhang Sanfeng's "Tao."

Especially since Song Mian had already broken the shallow seal, and then added his own layer, He Songling's research proceeded very smoothly, and all of it was moving in the direction he hoped for: "that mortals could bear the consequences of breaking the divine seal."

Whether it's studying, playing games, working, or life in general, who enjoys the feeling of gradually building positive feedback? That sense of watching things steadily improve can be truly captivating.

He Songling tapped and fiddled around Song Mian's Tai Chi diagram for a long time before his eyes lit up and he reached out. This time, instead of punching the Tai Chi diagram, he grabbed its edge and spun it around like a lottery wheel in a shopping mall.

"Holy crap!"

Song Mian's cry of pain came from inside, "Old He, what the hell have you done!"

Song Mian felt as if he had been drawn into an endless, enormous vortex, a situation far more terrifying than when he faced the magic left behind by the two immortals, Zhang Boduan and Zhang Sanfeng. After all, back then it was merely a battle between the immortals' magic, with him reaping the benefits from the back. Now, however, it was the full eruption of Zhang Sanfeng's "Dao".

Having been a powerful figure for so many years, Song Mian felt as if he had returned to his apprentice days, or even worse. He was being swept up by the immense and terrifying "intention," which felt like facing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. He had no way to resist, and his fate was entirely up to others.

For someone like Song Mian now, this fear is even more terrifying than real, visceral pain.

You have no access to the heavens, so you see me as a frog in a well gazing at the moon. But when you are fortunate enough to obtain the staff that leads to the heavens and are about to climb to the end of the road to the celestial palace, you will be horrified to find that you see me as a mayfly looking at the blue sky.

The overwhelming sense of defeat, coupled with the denial of all his past cultivation, nearly caused Song Mian to lose his mind and suffer a qi deviation. Even the Tai Chi diagram that had been spinning endlessly outside began to slow its rotation, twisting into a sphere. The black and white were no longer evenly divided, but rather, like ink seeping into white cloth, it began to gradually infiltrate the white.

(End of this chapter)