Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 338 The Great Ming God
Strong winds blew violently.

The Ming Cult experts, including the Good Mother, were on high alert. The person in front of them was stronger than they had imagined. Even the Ming Venerable could not possibly deal with the siege of the Good Mother, the Five Bright Sons, the Five Demons, and other experts on his own.

When did such an astonishingly powerful figure emerge from the Demonic Sect?

Duncan has to fight this game.

Although he could openly reveal his identity and become the reincarnated Ming King in the mouths of the Ming Cult followers, there are many ways to become a Ming King. Becoming a Ming King by relying on divine revelation is completely different from becoming a Ming King by defeating the entire Ming Cult.

Duncan's protective aura erupted completely, like a shockwave sweeping across the entire courtyard. The baleful energy surged, emitting a sharp demonic howl. Those Ming Cult experts below the Innate Realm were instantly stunned.

A hint of fear flickered across Shanmu's face. After Wumingzi joined forces to set up a combined attack formation, her voluptuous figure leaped forward, a golden and jade-like staff appearing in her palm. It looked somewhat like a Buddhist vajra, a type of esoteric weapon. Strange energies struck Duncan's protective aura, even distorting the air, as if an invisible barrier was bearing the damage from all directions.

terrible!

When one cultivates their protective qi to this level, it's like having an energy shield on top of them. Not to mention ordinary fists and palms, even sword qi might not be able to break through it.

This person is wasting his vital energy so much, he certainly can't hold on for long.

The carefree staff in the palm of the benevolent mother transformed into countless afterimages, unleashing eighteen moves in quick succession. The speed was unbelievable, and her movements were quite strange, completely different from the style of Central Plains martial arts. The five Mingzi on the left and right each used their own signature skills, and streams of sword energy, palm force, and staff shadows enveloped the figure of that person.

boom!
Finally, under the combined attack of the crowd, the man's protective aura was broken. Just when it seemed that she was about to succeed, the Good Mother's movements became erratic. She poured all her true energy into the Free and Easy Staff in her hand and directly struck the man's vital point.

—The Thirteen Protectors' Iron Bell Cover Technique!

clang!
Gold and iron echo.

The good mother's expression changed drastically. When she touched the man with her carefree staff, it was as if she had hit steel. The shockwave made her palm go numb. The sword energy and sword qi around her struck the man, but only left a shallow white scratch. They didn't even break his skin.

How can this be? !
The voluptuous mother quickly retreated, her voice urgent: "Be careful!"

"It's an indestructible body!"

"Find his weakness!"

Weak point?

What it is?
Duncan and Lu Shanjun said they had absolutely no idea what a "weak point" was.

He twisted his neck, his bones cracking and popping, then revealed a faint smile as he looked at the group of Ming Cult experts before him, whose expressions were filled with horror, and slowly said, "Are you all done fighting?"

"Now it's my turn!"

Straight punch.

Whip kick.

Side kick.

Duncan didn't even take his weapon. With a powerful straight punch, he sent Miao Feng flying. Then, with a loud bang, a whip kick struck Shan Mu in the waist. She used all her strength to parry with her Free and Easy Staff, but she was also sent flying backward. She flew nearly dozens of meters before crashing into a wall and barely regaining her balance.

A basic attack can result in a critical hit.

The sky was filled with figures being sent flying. No one could block Duncan's casual strike head-on. Unless you were a top expert at the Dao Realm, it would be very difficult to break through his defense.

boom!
The ground of the entire courtyard instantly shattered. Within a radius of more than ten feet, all the bluestone slabs were broken into pieces. Where Duncan took off, clear footprints were shaken out, creating spiderweb-like cracks with a diameter of tens of meters. The ground and bluestone slabs cracked together, and even tens of meters away, pebbles were blasted into the air.

This demonstrates an extremely refined control over force. The moment Duncan was airborne, he redirected his energy to the ground, which is why such a large-scale aftershock was created.

Big clumsy hands!
Duncan held back some of his strength, and directly used the Great Clumsy Hand to envelop the group of Ming Cult masters below him in a thirty-meter-long palm print.

Rumble!
As if an earthquake had struck, all the Ming Cult masters present activated their extraordinary skills. The five Mingzi figures intertwined, relying on the secret methods of the Life Treasure Scripture to unify their cultivation and power. Countless sword energies, palm winds, and staff shadows met the thirty-meter-long palm print that descended from the sky.

boom!
The ground sank a foot, and it was immediately clear who among the Ming Cult masters present was more skilled. Those who had fainted and were unconscious were all inferior in cultivation. Those who could still kneel were considered top masters in the martial arts world. As for those who could still stand, they were undoubtedly close to the level of grandmasters.

The level of a grandmaster in the martial arts world is roughly at the late stage of the Innate Realm.

Good Mother coughed up a mouthful of blood. She had thought she was going to die, but for some reason, when the thirty-meter-long palm print landed, her injuries were not as serious as she had expected.

The other party showed mercy.

If Da Zhuo Shou had used his internal energy to suppress everyone, more than half of the Ming Cult's experts would probably have been killed or injured.

What level of cultivation is this?
He was even able to distribute his palm strike evenly to each person. In all her years of wandering the martial world, Shanmu had never encountered such a master.

Why wasn't my injury more serious?

"Why did he show mercy?"

The Good Mother's expression was full of doubt. If this person went all out, she could only flee for her life, while none of the other Ming Cult experts would be able to escape. Recalling her previous encounter with this person, when she used her spiritual magic, he was able to see through her spirituality. A subtle realization dawned on her, causing the Good Mother to tremble with excitement.

—The Wisdom Sutra that thoroughly understands the root of all dharmas!
The benevolent mother put away the carefree staff in her hand, and a faint light appeared in her eyes. She stared intently at the man in front of her, her mental techniques pushed to the limit, trying to peer into the man's spiritual phantom.

In an instant!
She let out a muffled groan, her eyes stinging as if staring directly at the sun.

The benevolent mother saw a great sun.

However, this sun was different from the luminous reflection of the Pure Land that appeared during the sacred fire ritual. This great sun was surrounded by a black halo, and its reflection was also enormous and deep.

"Stop it, all of you!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, the benevolent mother let out a loud shout, her voluptuous figure trembling slightly, and knelt down on one knee, saying, "Your subordinate pays respects to Your Majesty the Bright King!"

Upon hearing this, all the Ming Cult masters present were utterly astonished.

As soon as the words "Your Majesty" were uttered, the man seemed to have triggered a key phrase, and with a slight wave of his hand, all the energy in the sky was dispersed by the true qi.

what?
He was actually the reincarnation of the Bright King?

Within the Great Bright Lord's sect, the Good Mother possessed a far greater authority to interpret doctrines than anyone else. Even the Bright Lord's interpretation of divine pronouncements was inferior to hers. When the Good Mother knelt down on one knee first, the others around her immediately reacted. The Five Bright Sons were the first to kneel and pay their respects, and the Five Demons looked at each other in astonishment before kneeling down as well.

Is he truly a wise king?
Could it be that Mother Shan has misjudged the situation?

Duncan's tall figure landed slowly. He walked step by step to the good mother, looked down at the plump and beautiful woman in front of him, and seemed a little surprised that she could see something. He slowly said, "Get up."

The spiritual methods of the Great Ming Venerable Sect are truly powerful; they can even directly perceive spiritual radiance.

The spirit of the way of the hegemon has been planted.

Duncan looked around at everyone and slowly walked toward the sacred fire altar in front of him. Wu Mingzi's expression was also extremely excited. The Ming Cult masters who looked like Hu people were all excited, while the Ming Cult masters who looked like Han people were hesitant.

Is there really a Wise King descending to earth?
And his cultivation level is so high?
What about the cult leader?
"Your subordinate was unaware of Your Majesty's arrival and has offended you. Please punish me, Your Majesty!"

The plump figure of the Good Mother remained kneeling on the ground, even humbly lowering her head as if performing the three bows and nine kowtows. She did not get up, and the other Ming Cult masters naturally knelt on the ground as well.

Duncan casually waved his hand, and the force of his energy swept the unconscious bald-headed wanderer aside.

He turned and glanced at Shanmu, then calmly said, "Shanmu, Wumingzi, please stay."

"Everyone else please step back."

After saying that, Duncan slowly stretched out his palm and placed it on the sacred fire altar in front of him. The moment he touched the sacred fire altar, the raging flames inside suddenly swelled up, and even the color changed. It was no longer the shape of flames, but a ball of light that looked like flames.

The benevolent mother stood up, glanced at the sacred fire altar, and immediately wanted to kneel down again.

In the end, she held back.

With a heart full of fear, Shanmu looked toward the sacred fire altar and gestured for the others to step back, leaving only herself and Wumingzi behind. The blazing sacred fire grew ever higher and higher, and Shanmu's spiritual magic seemed to sense something, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, because she sensed the arrival of an incomparably powerful will.

Daming Zun!
The supreme deity of the Ming Cult is also an evolved counterpart of the Maitreya Cult.

Duncan looked slightly surprised. He couldn't understand the state of the Great Ming God, because He was different from other gods he had encountered in the past.

If we were to use an analogy, there is a powerful Western deity called the Cosmic Serpent, whose divine nature eventually split, evolving into many different deities, each with its own independent thoughts, and who would even wage war against one another.

“Mitra!…” Duncan closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

hum!
The bright flames on the sacred fire altar gradually shone, and in the illusory reflection of the sacred fire sanctuary, a blurry human figure seemed to emerge faintly.

Is this really a wise king?
Shouldn't the Ming King be the messenger of the Great Ming God in the mortal realm? Why would he speak with the will of the Great Ming God descending to earth in an attitude that seems to be on equal footing?

The Good Mother seemed to have discovered something, and her expression became even more horrified. After sensing the will of the Great Bright God, she immediately knelt down, while the man in front of her not only did not kneel down, but even acted as if they were old friends meeting, with a very calm and composed expression.

Everything reflected inside the sacred flame is constantly changing.

Initially, it was a blurry human figure, which was Mithra, the ancient god of covenants. Then it was a luminous human figure, which was the face of Mithra in Zoroastrianism, regarded as the god of light. Then it was the image of a bull-slaughtering sacrifice in the West. This is the evolution of Mithra in the spread of the West.

His image constantly changed. After entering the Middle Kingdom, the part about the covenant gradually faded away, and the concept of the 'savior' was re-established.

The divine essence of that figure continued to merge and change, gradually evolving into two branches in the Central Plains: one representing Buddhism, and the other representing the Ming Cult.

"Is this your divine form?"

"It is indeed completely different from the gods I have encountered in the past."

He has no gender, nor a fixed identity, and changes completely with the times, constantly evolving to adapt to the spread of faith in the real world.

He can merge with other beings, or He can become the subject himself; He has gradually become conceptualized.

Each time this being merges with another, it forms a personified deity.

The person before me is the Great Ming God.

If you encounter him within a branch of Buddhism, he might be the Maitreya Buddha of the future, and all his past lives would be absorbed by the divine essence after the fusion.

"Mithra is the past, the Great Bright One is the present, and Maitreya Buddha is the future?"

"interesting."

This is the most complex deity Duncan has ever encountered in terms of conceptual existence, because even His self is constantly changing. Any being that is related to His extensions can rely on His dispersed divinity to condense into a corresponding personal god.

No wonder monotheistic religions can't do anything about Him, and even the Messiah branch has emerged.

Duncan slowly extended his right hand. The blazing flames of light did not burn him. On the contrary, the laws of the realm of light condensed the moment he touched the sacred flame. As the Ming King of the Great Ming Sect and the representative of the human world, he received a wisp of power originating from the gods.

He already possessed the realm of light.

This must be the most adaptable deity Duncan has ever seen; whether in the East or the West, He can thrive.

The will of the Great Ming God gradually dissipated.

Behind Duncan, the good mother couldn't help but quietly look up, and seemed to see a wisp of reflection in the Olympic flame. In an instant, she was struck as if by lightning and almost fell to the ground.

The Five Bright Ones did not possess such powerful spiritual cultivation, but when the will of the Great Bright Lord descended, the secret techniques they cultivated were all receptive. This was something even the sect leader could not accomplish; only the Bright King in the divine oracle could summon the will of the Great Bright Lord.

Duncan slowly turned around, silently apologizing, "Excuse me. I'm here to pay on credit."

The gods do not have that much influence over this world.

Unless it is a living immortal, the incarnations of those gods do not reside at this level. The will of the Great Ming Venerable can only be considered a divine thought of Mithra. It only gradually became active because of his descent. Otherwise, no matter how many times the Ming Cult performs sacrifices, it will not be able to truly communicate with Him.

This is the function of position.

Without the corresponding rank, you don't even have the right to speak to a being like Mithra.

In the Western derivative plane, there is even a god of magic evolved from Mithra.

"Get up."

Duncan looked down at the kneeling Good Mother before him, his gaze sweeping over her voluptuous and alluring figure, and calmly said, "Bring me the 'Scripture of Wisdom that Thoroughly Explains the Roots of All Dharmas'."

The benevolent mother slowly rose and respectfully bowed her head, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Since he was the messenger of the Great Ming Venerable, Duncan could freely peruse all the Ming Cult's techniques and secret texts. The Good Mother glanced at the Five Mingzi beside her and gestured for them to bring over all the scriptures and secret methods of the Ming Cult, such as the "Pure Life Treasure Sutra," the "Medicine King Sutra," and the "Mighty Warrior Sutra."

Duncan stood still, gazing at the blazing Olympic flame before him, his eyes deep and thoughtful, as if deep in thought.

It wasn't until the benevolent mother presented him with the "Sutra on the Wisdom of the Root of All Dharmas" that he came to his senses and calmly said, "Arrange a place for me to stay."

"I want to study the secret scriptures of the sect."

The benevolent mother bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Duncan walked towards the back courtyard, then suddenly stopped and ordered Wu Mingzi, "Immediately send people to search for the cult leader's whereabouts."

"Send him to see me!"

With the exception of the missing leader, the entire Ming Cult leadership had essentially submitted to him.

This time, we shouldn't have to wait until the Fang La uprising.

With his position as the Ming King, Duncan could mobilize the Ming Cult followers to rise up at any time. However, the task he had to accomplish was too great, and the Ming Cult alone was probably not enough.

"It's time to pay a visit to All Spirits."

At this point in time, the Mongol heartland was not yet unified, but was scattered among tribes such as the Kereit, Tatar, and Merkit, which frequently fought each other. Meanwhile, the Khitan Liao Dynasty established its hegemony after annexing the Kyrgyz Khanate in 931, and had already controlled most of the Mongolian Plateau.

It will probably take another hundred years or so for Temujin to rise up and unify the various Mongol tribes.

The one most beloved by the Eternal Heaven.

If Duncan had not descended, the evolution of this world would most likely have followed the evolution of the original world, with the fusion of concepts such as the myriad spirits and the Eternal Heaven, and then the emergence and rise of Genghis Khan, who was truly favored by the heavens.

The Song Dynasty was an unfortunate dynasty, lacking any period of strength. Its economy was incredibly powerful, yet the common people suffered from poverty, while the scholar-officials lived lavishly. It failed to seize numerous historical opportunities. Emperor Taizong (Zhao Kuangyin) died suddenly, and his son, Emperor Taizong (Zhao Er), squandered hundreds of thousands of troops, earning him the nickname "God of Chariots at Gaoliang River." His descendants were mostly disastrous.

As for the humiliation of Jingkang, it goes without saying that Yue Fei, Xin Qiji, Di Qing, and others suffered the same fate.

For hundreds of years, the people of the Central Plains have been beaten and forced to pay tribute year after year.

Despite the Song Dynasty's seemingly prosperous economy and the dazzling prosperity of Bianjing (Kaifeng), this prosperity was actually built on the blood of the entire nation. There were 434 peasant uprisings during the Song Dynasty, averaging 1.36 per year, far exceeding other dynasties.

If we were to use data for comparison, the Tang Dynasty had only 183 uprisings in 289 years, the Ming Dynasty had about 101 in 276 years, and the Qing Dynasty had about 200 in 268 years, all of which were far fewer than the Song Dynasty.

The Central Plains dynasties liked to call themselves great, such as the Great Han, Great Tang, Great Ming, Great Qing, etc. But the Great Song was really a bit small and could not be considered a great unified dynasty at all.

Anyone who has played games knows that if you have an amazing economy, top-tier gear, and a plethora of powerful characters, but still get crushed by the opponent in the first team fight, it's definitely a problem with your skill level.

The root of the Song Dynasty's problems lay in the imperial throne.

Few dynasties in the Central Plains were constantly on the defensive and being attacked.

And he was getting beaten up even though he had a full hand of perfect character cards.

Throughout history, the Song Dynasty produced some of the most outstanding figures.

"The world is a chessboard."

"I can make any move I want, how many moves can you defend against?"

How powerful can a stolen destiny be?
I'm going to give it a try!
Duncan looked up at the sky, smiled faintly, and gestured for the Good Mother to stay and interpret for him the untranslated Wisdom Sutra that thoroughly explains the root of all dharmas.

The secrets of heaven are now in complete chaos.

Whether in the Southern Han, the Southern Tang, the Northern Song, or even the Khitan Liao Dynasty, he could make moves and lay out his plans at will. Once he conquered the six branches of the Demonic Sect, Duncan could launch a full-scale offensive and quell the chaos in the world with lightning speed.

At that point, the tide had turned, and no one could reverse the course of events. The only thing that person could do was to show himself and confront Duncan.

Only by killing Duncan will he have one last chance to turn the tide.

Duncan's trap was designed to force him to reveal himself.

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(End of this chapter)