Daqin Zhentiansi

The Golden Wheel of the Bright King, which guards the world, hangs behind Zhang Yuan's head and rotates slowly, like the core of a furnace of heaven and earth.

The dark gold Buddhist fire is condensed like solid molten gold, flowing endlessly on it, radiating a magnificent divine power that can burn away evil spirits and suppress the universe.

At that edge of the wheel, twenty-eight profound and mysterious demon-slaying divine runes flickered and shone, each shift of light affecting the stability of the surrounding space, as if they were the manifestation of the most fundamental laws of the universe.

The invisible pressure of the golden wheel formed a domain, forcibly repelling and purifying the scattered power of heaven and earth, forming a sacred pure land that belonged exclusively to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan remained expressionless, the image of the Chaos Furnace appearing in his mind.

【Zhang Yuan】

Identity: Marquis of Qingyang of the Great Qin Dynasty, Chief of the Martial Guard
Cultivation level: Grandmaster of the Breaking Illusion Realm

Cultivation: The Sacred Chapter on Nine Revolutions of Primordial Qi Nourishment and Return to Truth

Chaotic Space: Thirty-Six Chaotic Beads

Source of power: The body of the Great Sage

Divine Soul Realm: Asking the Way

Protective Armor: Azure Dragon Mace, Autumn Chill Blade, Dragon Sparrow Blade
Looking up at the sky, Zhang Yuan saw a golden wheel swirling behind him, and his eyes revealed a profound depth.

No wonder the Buddhist community in Liangzhou is in dire straits and dares not oppose the Qin Dynasty.

It turns out that the sky had long been torn open by evil spirits.

If he hadn't cultivated the Golden Wheel of the Bright King to Suppress the World at this time, and hadn't been connected to the Great Dao of Liangzhou, he wouldn't have been able to sense the turmoil in Liangzhou.

The golden light around him dissipated, and Zhang Yuan slowly walked out of the main hall.

The disciples of the Mingwang Sect, including the Blazing Fire Venerable and others, as well as the elders who had previously prostrated themselves in response to the strange phenomenon in the Ancestral Hall caused by Zhang Yuan, were still deeply bowing to the ground.

His head was pressed against the cold, broken brick surface.

They gazed at the dark figure with his back to the palace gate, bathed in the golden light of the divine wheel, their eyes devoid of any trace of the composure of a cultivator or the pride of a sect.

All that remained was pure, almost fanatical awe and devotion, like the humblest believer gazing upon the true Buddha who had descended to earth.

"Master Hou!"

The Venerable with the wooden staff who rushed over saw Zhang Yuan's faint golden wheel swirling around him and his eyes flashed with horror.

"The Bright King will suppress the world..."

He murmured to himself, unconsciously bowing slightly.

Zhang Yuan looked at him, and golden light appeared on both sides of his face.

"Venerable One with the Wooden Staff, how long do you intend to keep the plight of Liangzhou a secret from its people?"

Although Zhang Yuan's voice was calm, it carried an air of authority that made people unable to look him in the eye.

The man on the wooden staff trembled, his withered face etched with an unprecedented solemnity and urgency.

He bowed deeply, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "The calamity of Liangzhou is imminent! The void rifts beyond the realm are expanding rapidly, far exceeding our previous estimates! Countless filthy demonic energies are surging back!"

A flicker of pain flashed in his cloudy old eyes: "The three-headed vicious hound demons have all come out, among which the three hound king-level demonic beasts are particularly ferocious!"

"Its claws and teeth not only tore apart the thousand-year-old Buddha's relics, but its filth and corruption are also eroding the very foundation of my Pure Land at an alarming speed! This old monk..."

He gasped for breath: "My fellow disciple Juezang and I formed the 'Bodhi Twin Golden Body' to suppress the most rampant one, but... but our protective Buddhist aura was completely eroded by the Nine Netherworld Corrosive Poison it spewed out! The very source of our golden bodies was damaged!"

Beside him stood a venerable monk with a face as pale as gold paper, none other than Jue Zang, the abbot of the Vajra Institute.

The deity on the wooden staff suddenly raised its head, its eyes blazing: "Even more terrifying is the most cunning and insidious of the three dog kings! It dwells beneath the core ruins of the former Great Qin Liangzhou Garrison, devouring the souls of living beings within a thousand miles to temper its demonic body!"

"That ruin was once a crucial point for Liangzhou to resist the external demons, but now it has become a den of demons!"

The atmosphere in front of the main hall instantly froze, as if on iron, with only the golden wheel of the Ming King behind Zhang Yuan's head spinning steadily.

The dark gold flames leaped silently, illuminating his profile, which was as hard as rock, as if he had not heard any thunder.

Zhang Yuan slowly turned around, his deep gaze, like a galaxy, piercing through the anxiety permeating the hall and landing on the Venerable One on the wooden staff.

His gaze contained no anger, but rather an indifference that transcended all things.

"Venerable One with the Wooden Staff," his voice was terrifyingly calm, yet it intensified the overwhelming pressure of the golden wheel, making the air in the hall seem to solidify, making it hard to breathe, "What does the survival of Liangzhou have to do with me?"

This simple sentence is more impactful than any angry rebuke.

It was as if a cold reality had been suddenly thrown out, causing the expressions of Venerable Muzhang and the others to change drastically.

Just because Zhang Yuan sees through Liangzhou's predicament doesn't mean he'll intervene.

Or rather, he needs a reason that can move him.

"Your Excellency, please allow me to report!" A powerful-looking Venerable One, wearing a black kasaya, couldn't help but step forward. He was Venerable Baoxiang, who was in charge of scouting enemy positions.

A wisp of deep, mysterious light burst forth from his fingertips, quickly condensing into a clear, blood-red illusion within the hall.

Deep within the lair of the Dog King, atop a massive blood-red altar built from thousands of bones, floats a broken bronze compass that emanates a soul-stirring aura!

Countless agonizing, struggling phantom souls were bound, twisted, and sucked away by an invisible force, ultimately being mercilessly ground and devoured by the compass, turning into nourishment.

In the illusion, a twisted vortex at the center of the compass greedily emanates an evil intent that draws in all souls.

"This is the forbidden demonic artifact from ancient legends—the 'Soul-Devouring Wheel'!"

The voice of Venerable Baoxiang was filled with fear and a hint of indescribable greed.

"It can not only plunder living souls, but it is also an unparalleled evil object that refines, condenses, and manipulates soul power! My lord! If... if we could seize this thing..."

He took a deep breath and stared intently at the golden wheel behind Zhang Yuan's head, which exuded the aura of the first cycle of reincarnation.

"When the authority of the Three Realms and Six Paths of Reincarnation is reshaped, this item will be an unparalleled divine artifact for suppressing and calming the rebellious backlash of countless souls! It can save immeasurable mental energy and ensure the stability of the authority!"

Soul-Devouring Wheel?
Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes.

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On the desolate land, the wind swept away the remaining clouds.

Banners fluttered, their color as red as iron and as black as blood, forming a dark sea of ​​clouds condensed from malevolent energy, obscuring the sky.

Below, there are two distinct yet seamlessly integrated torrents of steel.

On the left, the three thousand guards of the Marquis of Qingyang were no longer restrained; their dark armor stood in a menacing array, like a steel jungle.

Their faces were resolute, their eyes were cold as ice, and the bloodthirsty aura emanating from their bodies was so thick as to be almost tangible, flowing and gathering in a mysterious way.

Battle spirit soared to the heavens! "Black Tortoise Devouring Heaven Formation, activate!"

With Chen Wu's battle roar that ripped through the sky, three thousand halberds slammed to the ground in perfect unison!
"boom--!"

The earth trembles!

A phantom image of a massive, armored tortoise, larger than a mountain, appeared proudly, roaring silently to the sky!
The grooves on the tortoise shell seemed to connect to the deepest hell, and the tortoise's mouth was wide open, forming a black hole vortex that devoured everything!

The chilling, savage, and indestructible will of the legion coalesced into one, making the air thick and heavy wherever they went.

On the right, 100,000 Liangzhou monks, clad in specially made heavy armor engraved with gilded subduing demon scriptures, formed the solemn and magnificent "Eight Heavenly Dragons Formation".

They chanted ancient mantras in unison, their voices converging into a condensed, pure, and vast torrent of golden Buddhist light that soared into the sky, forming a stark contrast to yet echoing the dark, malevolent aura of the guard formation.

The chanting, like the resounding tolling of a great bell, echoed across the land, purifying the filth brought by evil spirits and cleansing the hearts of the warriors.

Ji Yuntang, dressed in a deep purple official robe, rode a magnificent white horse alongside Zhang Yuan at the forefront of the army formation.

A long wind swept by, lifting his battle robe and blowing a few strands of black hair across Zhang Yuan's forehead, revealing a pair of cold eyes burning with dark golden divine fire.

Ji Yuntang pointed his horsewhip straight at the edge of the wasteland, where a huge broken monument, shrouded in demonic energy, was faintly visible.

The stone tablet was half-buried in the soil, its body dark and covered with marks of chiseling and carving. It was vaguely discernible as the image of a giant stone beast with its head severed.

"In the seventh year of the Yuanhe era, a three-headed vicious dog first appeared, causing the earth to split and the sky to tilt."

Ji Yuntang's voice was deep and powerful, like the resounding of a golden chime, penetrating the whistling wind and clearly reaching the ears of Zhang Yuan and the nearby generals.

"This is the place where General Zhao Wuji, the garrison commander of Liangzhou, died for his country!"

"At that time, General Zhao's three thousand elite warriors perished here! The demon's lair passage was about to be fully opened, and General Zhao alone drew upon the earth's dragon energy, willingly burning his own soul as fuel..."

Ji Yuntang's tone was filled with deep respect and sorrow.

"Finally, the golden body self-destructed! Its immense divine power forcefully sealed the opening that had been torn open in the newly formed demon cave, and with its immortal body, it transformed into this 'Demon-Suppressing Stone'!"

He paused, his voice growing even more impassioned: "His son, Zhao Polu, only sixteen years old, witnessed his father's transformation into a monument. Holding a broken sword, he was surrounded by a pack of dogs, fighting to the death without retreating! Despite being wounded a hundred times, he still charged into battle, and ultimately..."

"They nailed a three-headed dog general to the entrance of the demon's lair! Father and son were loyal and brave, their souls have guarded the demon abyss for a hundred years!"

Zhang Yuan's hand seemingly casually brushed the hilt of the silent Qiu Han sword at his waist.

The cold touch of the scabbard sent a shiver through the air; though the blade was still sheathed, the immense killing intent emanating from its master was already bursting forth.

In the distant, demonic ruins, the soaring roars of evil spirits seemed to be mixed with the earth-shattering battle cries of yesteryear. Transcending time and space, like a tangible torrent of war, they crashed into his ears, stirring his soul!

That was an angry roar of defiance, the pent-up resentment of ten thousand years, and... a call to the warriors of the Great Qin!

The battlefield has become a bloody, muddy mess.

"The Xuan Turtle Devours the Abyss!"

Chen Wu roared, and as his battle halberd pointed, the giant maw of the Xuan Turtle phantom expanded violently, as if the abyss of the universe had opened.

Countless roaring, charging Soul-Devouring Hounds surged into the black hole's maw like a tidal wave, only to be strangled, devoured, and dissolved the moment they entered!
Like ice and snow thrown into a furnace, instantly turning into withered bones and ashes!
The efficiency with which baleful energy is refined into demonic energy is astonishing!
The golden tide of monks and soldiers resembled raging waves crashing against the shore.

"Eight Heavenly Dragons Subdue Demons!"

The golden torrent precisely annihilated the scattered demons on the flanks. The holy light and flames of Buddha clashed and annihilated with the filthy demon blood, splashing out and dyeing the sky into a tragic picture of gold and red.

suddenly!

A chilling malice suddenly erupted from the depths of the earth!
"Boom——!!!"

The ground hundreds of feet in radius beneath Zhang Yuan's feet suddenly shattered and collapsed like fragile glass!
Before the dust and debris could even fly, three ferocious dog heads, larger than small hills and entwined with materialized, foul-smelling demonic energy, burst forth like demonic claws reaching out from the deepest hell, tearing through the earth with a terrifying power that could rip the universe apart!
Six giant, blood-red eyes, burning with pure destruction and greed, instantly locked onto the dark figure in mid-air whose aura it both loathed and desperately craved—Zhang Yuan!
The central head, the most imposing and covered in twisted demonic runes, suddenly opened its blood-red maw, unleashing a deafening roar that shattered the void: "Insect! I have already devoured millions of souls! Once I tear you apart, you 'false god' of this small realm, and refine your divine soul, I will forge an eternal and indestructible being..."

The words "demon body" have not yet been uttered!
Zhang Yuan made a move!

It's not dodging, it's not maneuvering, it's the simplest, most direct, and most domineering move—one step!
踏碎虚空！

"Boom!"

A dull thud, as if stepping on the very spine of heaven and earth!
Centered on his landing point, spiderweb-like cracks in the pitch-black space instantly spread out!
The Golden Wheel of the Bright King, which was behind his head, suddenly burst forth with immeasurable light!
It no longer rotates slowly, but spins wildly at speeds that exceed limits!

The dark golden Buddha flames were completely boiling!

The twenty-eight demon-slaying divine runes, each bearing a different demon-subduing power, were no longer merely flickering and disappearing; rather, they seemed to come alive, shooting out from the edge of the halo and transforming into twenty-eight chains of judgment that tore through the heavens and judged everything!
They are not ordinary iron, but are formed from the purest Buddhist essence, the most powerful evil energy, and the cosmic laws carried by the golden wheel itself, burning with dark golden flames of destruction!

The three-headed dog king also attacked, with its left head spewing out a massive, dark green, putrid vortex of poison that blotted out the sky, with a pungent, fishy stench.

Wherever it passed, even space itself emitted a sizzling, corrosive sound, and the laws of nature were distorted!
Its right side has menacing fangs, and its huge mouth is biting, carrying pure power and the power to tear through the void!
A silent, twisted black light shot out from the crimson demonic eye of the head, piercing straight for Zhang Yuan's brow—the Soul-Devouring Demonic Light!
Ignoring material defenses, it targets the very essence of the soul!
Facing the poisonous substance to the left, at the center of the golden wheel, a divine rune representing "compassion is thunder" lit up, and a illusory image of a compassionate, lowered-browed, yet purifying white flame appeared at the end of the chains!
White flames surged skyward and rolled backward!

"laugh--!"

Like boiling water poured onto snow!
The raging tide of corrosive poison, powerful enough to erode the golden body of Bodhi, was instantly evaporated and purified before the Pure World White Flame, without even causing a ripple!
Faced with the Soul-Devouring Demonic Light from the center, the divine runes representing "Immovable Prison Suppression" roared with majesty!

At the end of the chain, the fierce Vajra form of the Prison King appeared, surrounded by runes that suppressed the Nine Netherworlds!
The silent, soul-devouring demonic light crashed into the runic barrier, like darkness meeting the first ray of light that gave birth to the universe. In an instant, the ice and snow melted away, and everything crumbled! It couldn't even touch the hem of Zhang Yuan's soul!
Faced with the fangs biting at him from the right, Zhang Yuan's lips curled into an extremely cold smile, his eyes filled with unparalleled confidence!
He neither dodged nor avoided, his right hand clenched into a fist!

His entire right arm was instantly enveloped by a dark gold and chaotic energy, and the "Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Nourishing Qi and Returning to Truth Holy Chapter" activated the power of his physical body.

Billions of chaotic particles surged and roared within the flesh and blood, fully unleashing the immense power of the Great Sage's body!
Ancient golden divine patterns of dragon and elephant power suddenly appeared and coiled on his skin!
Wherever the fist struck, the space was like a mirror that had been smashed, cracked and broken!
A pure, domineering power, capable of shattering stars, is concentrated at a single point!
"Smash it!"

A deep, dragon-like roar!

"Clang—!!!!!"

The ultimate clash of fists and teeth!

There was no dazzling light from the clash of energies, only a dull, deafening roar like stars exploding and the most direct manifestation of matter shattering!

Fangs?

Those mountain-like teeth that could easily crush divine weapons were as brittle as glass in front of a fist wrapped with dragon and elephant patterns and chaotic power!
Starting from the point of contact, like a chain reaction explosion, terrifying cracks instantly spread across the entire right-hand dog head!

There wasn't even time for a scream!
"Bang!!!"

Demonic blood fills the sky!

However, this demonic blood, containing extreme filth, did not even manage to splatter. The residual power field of the fist and the boundless divine flames radiating from the golden wheel instantly evaporated and dissolved it!
Turn to ashes!

In the blink of an eye, a severe head injury was inflicted!
Zhang Yuan's offensive continues!

His figure transformed into light, and in one step he arrived at the top of the head, where the screams of excruciating pain and the flashes of demonic light were most intense!

"town!"

A single, simple word, yet as powerful as the law of heaven!

Bearing an invincible will, supreme over all under heaven! (End of Chapter)