Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 350 360 Instant Buddhahood, Ultimate Nirvana

Li Cunxiao?
Li Cunxiao!
A grandmaster in his twenties? How could such a thing exist in the world? How could such a person exist?
Why did I have to run into this?!
Jia Zuru felt that for a moment, her brain was completely stunned by the shock brought by the news.

He has been practicing martial arts since childhood, from the tender age of fourteen to the advanced age of over seventy, and has finally reached the pinnacle step by step.

Even if a newly promoted grandmaster is not enough to play a decisive role in the current situation, at least he has reached the same level as warlords like Yang Huayuan, Wang Jian, and Li Zhengchen.

Given time, he will at least be able to lead his people out of the snow-capped mountains and find a place to live and work in peace.

But now, some people have done all of this with ease, picking the fruits they had worked so hard to touch in half their lives with just a little effort.

For a martial artist who has finally overcome countless hardships, the impact of such an achievement is unimaginable.

However, this is not a suitable occasion or time for daydreaming.

Li Cunxiao captured that one-tenth or one-hundredth of a second with pinpoint accuracy.

Yin and Yang, spirit and demon—the colliding forces of heaven and earth of different natures caused lightning to flash in the void, linking together to form chains.

Human thoughts are faster than raindrops tapping on lotus leaves, while thunder and lightning are fast enough to sever all reverie!
"what!!!!"

Hundreds of lightning chains pierced through Jia Zuru's Dharma form, penetrated his divine body, and went straight into the jade bones and golden skin of the Grandmaster after his transformation.

Pain and ferocity simultaneously appeared on Mahakala's face, and the staff, knife, and kapala he held belatedly began to shine, struggling to compress the lightning chains embedded in his body.

"Damn it, damn it! We're both newly promoted grandmasters, how could he break through my Dharma Form? It doesn't make sense, it's impossible!"

The crisis awakened Jia Zuru's fighting instincts, and all her hesitation and suspicion were burned to ashes by anger and bloodlust.

He had come to understand that the current situation was one of no return.

If he loses, the hopes of his father and grandfather, and several generations of his family will be dashed, he will die, and Tibet will likely become history.
If you win, you'll have a chance to obtain a primordial spiritual treasure. At that time, you can take your elite confidants and flee far away to accumulate strength. Once you become a Grandmaster, you can return to the Central Plains and avenge your humiliation!
Although the power of heaven and earth has been lost, the true essence of a grandmaster and the true essence of a martial artist are not the same thing.

In her desperate struggle, Jia Zuru unleashed a torrent of black light from the Dharma image, which coalesced at the feet of Mahakala into several guardian deities and consorts.

With a roar, the Great Black Heaven struggled violently, and the clouds in the sky surged away like waves.

With this shake, nearly a hundred lightning chains were all released and then readily grasped by the Ming Kings and Consorts.

"Such a method exists in the desolate lands of Tibet?"

Li Cunxiao was somewhat surprised.

The Two Elements Divine Thunder was a divine power he acquired after advancing to the Grandmaster level, born alongside the furnace of heaven and earth.

Or to put it another way, the Heaven and Earth Furnace and the Two Elements Divine Thunder are two sides of the same coin.

Heaven and earth are the furnace, and creation is the craftsman; yin and yang are the charcoal, and all things are the copper.

Yin and Yang are the pivot of creation, the charcoal that forges all things, while thunder is the pivot of heaven and earth, the command of heaven, and has the greatest power. Everything in the three realms and nine lands is under the control of thunder.

Therefore, the furnace of heaven and earth is the nurturing of yang; the divine thunder of the two polarities is the destruction of yin.

Such a powerful divine ability that controls life and death must be influenced by the "acting on behalf of Heaven" realm of the "Ancient Scripture of the Supreme God of Heaven".

The principles of heaven and earth, the two polarities of yin and yang, give rise to everything; conversely, everything can be destroyed.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the Yin-Yang Divine Thunder could easily penetrate Jia Zuru's Great Black Heaven Dharma Form when the world was isolated from the outside and one's own side was strengthened while the other side was weakened.

Despite his surprise, Li Cunxiao remained composed and unfazed.

Almost the instant the opponent reacted, a jet-black longbow appeared in his left hand.

The position of the bow arm represents the "Qiankun" trigram of heaven and earth, which shimmers with silver light.

With his right hand outstretched, the tidal wave of demonic energy was mobilized, like waves crashing against the bowstring, then converging in the center and transforming into an ever-extending black arrow.

not good!

Upon seeing this scene, Jia Zuru's expression changed drastically. She gritted her teeth and actually "dissolved" into the entire Dharma image.

Blood-red Sanskrit characters spread across the dark divine bodies of the King and Queen, binding even more lightning chains around their bodies.

Amidst the roars, cracks appeared on the bodies of these near-physical gods and demons simultaneously—these fierce and malevolent gods and demons were precisely the realm that Jia Zuru had painstakingly cultivated!

Grandmasters cultivate by gathering celestial and terrestrial deities and demons to reside in their divine palace, filling the inner landscape and expanding the power of the main god.

The difference is that after the primordial embryo is regenerated, the martial artist's essence, energy, and spirit become one. For a grandmaster, injuries such as being beheaded or having one's heart pierced are no longer fatal.

Even the level of cultivation can be used as a means of unleashing power without causing irreparable damage; it just takes more time to rebuild it.

Therefore, at this moment, seeing that the other party had sealed off the heavens and earth and that she could not use her spiritual power, Jia Zuru had no choice but to make a desperate gamble and burn the Qi she had painstakingly gathered over the past six months in order to make up for the disadvantage.

"Success or failure hinges on this moment. Even if it means falling below my cultivation level, I must win as long as I can obtain the spiritual treasure!"

With a roar, Daheitian suddenly broke free of the chains binding him and transformed into a black, glassy lotus flower.

The lotus seemed to envelop heaven and earth, with guardian spirits sitting on its petals; within the lotus pod, blackness shrouded the earth like a surging tide, a scene of utter obscurity.

Mahakala means darkness and is the destroyer of ignorance and afflictions. However, the successive Tibetan kings studied Tantric Buddhist doctrines, combined them with the ancient practices of Zhangzhung, and imitated the mandala, thus going against the grain.

Instead of destroying ignorance, it intensifies it; instead of severing afflictions, it awakens my own afflictions, thus deceiving sentient beings—

The Garbhadhatu Mandala of Ignorance!
The barrier collided with the arrow shot from the Qiankun Bow, and the former immediately spun rapidly, as if the six realms of reincarnation in the lotus world were swirling with life and death.

The latter, however, exploded with blackish-purple lightning, disintegrating inch by inch, as if carving cracks into the void itself.

It was a draw!
“It can work! Even if Li Cunxiao is a grandmaster, he is still young and his realm is definitely not as good as mine. He is just relying on the power of heaven and earth to enhance his strength.”

"How strong can a martial artist who has just entered the Nascent Soul stage be, no matter how strong their primordial spirit is?"

"The lightning that binds me is the same, and the arrows unleashed by the divine weapon are the same."

"The combination of these two factors is bound to be a considerable burden, and I'm afraid this person is nearing their limit. I'm just in time."

For the first time since the start of the war, Jia Zuru was not at a disadvantage, and she immediately rallied.

Just as they were about to press on, Li Cunxiao's right hand rested on the bowstring once more.

suck~
The exaggerated inhalation sounded like a dragon sucking in a whale's breath. This time, drawing the bow seemed incredibly difficult. The effort Li Cunxiao showed was like fiddling with the pillars that support the heavens and the earth.

Hundreds and thousands of jet-black arrows, as the bowstring stretched, coalesced amidst the deformation of the thunder chains, forming a dense array of spheres around Jia Zuru in all directions.

The image of Mahakala is located at the center of the circle, in the middle of the arrow formation.

Each of these arrows contains no less demonic energy than the one before, and perhaps even more.

"Oh shit"

Jia Zuru gave a bitter laugh, and the next moment she was riddled with countless black arrows, turning her into a hedgehog.

The instant they struck their target, countless black arrows crackled with lightning, dazzling bolts of thunder erupted from the cracks, and then exploded with a deafening roar—

Boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

The impact of the black and white lightning instantly swept across the hundred-mile expanse of the secret realm. In Li Cunxiao's eyes, countless lightning bolts linked together to form a net, tearing Jia Zuru's physical body into thousands upon thousands of tiny fragments.

Before the Yin Thunder Arrow, which was formed from Yin Death Qi, the "Primordial Spirit" attached to the essence was like a scab, destroyed at the slightest touch.

After a few breaths, the Dragon Palace Secret Realm returned to its clear state. Li Cunxiao's area was once again empty.

A newly crowned master, the Zanpu who had been passed down since the founding of the Qin Dynasty, has now perished!

"Hoo~" Li Cunxiao confirmed that he could no longer sense any signs of the other party's survival. He finally put down his longbow and exhaled a long breath that was like a gale, blowing away the clouds that had just gathered, like willow catkins.

All the preparations were worthwhile; thankfully, we escaped unscathed.

With a magical treasure in hand, Li Cunxiao was in an invincible position, able to fight or flee at will.

But after all, this was his first time fighting a Grandmaster after his breakthrough, so to say he was 100% confident would be an exaggeration.

It can only be said that taking people to fight in the secret realm was the right decision.

The ebb and flow of power was predictable; what Li Cunxiao did not expect was that the difference between a Grandmaster and one without the blessing of the power of heaven and earth would be so great.

It can be said that since the start of the war, Jia Zuru has been suppressed by him and has never had a chance to turn the tide.

"From this perspective, although I am only at the initial stage of the Yuan Tai realm, if I were to fight in the secret realm, crushing those of the same level would not be a problem, and I could even defeat those of a smaller realm above me."

"As for achieving the Great Perfection of the Primordial Embryo, it's hard to say, unless one receives the blessing of another Primordial Embryo."

Bring your hands together in prayer position, then open them, with your thumbs facing each other, forming a triangle.

The faint breeze rapidly grew stronger within it, and the fragments of the Jiazuru Dharma Image, which were originally scattered throughout the secret realm and had not yet dissipated, were swept up by the tornado.

On Li Cunxiao's chest, a vajra gradually materialized from an illusion, with golden light trickling up its dull body.

The two Makara fish tails intertwine in the middle of the vajra, while the dragon heads extend nine claws beyond the lotus seats, Sumeru seats, and vajra seats on both sides.

Nine-pronged Vajra!
Li Cunxiao's conjecture was correct. After advancing to the level of Grandmaster and transforming from a demon into a god, the Vajra Pestle underwent another change, which may also be the last.

After the five strands became nine, the range of its absorption of evil energy expanded to the area that the primordial spirit could cover, unlike before when it was only within a few steps.

At the same time, there is almost no limit to the amount of evil energy it can absorb.

Nine is the ultimate number, and the nine-pronged pestle is not limited to being filled eighteen or twenty times, but has no upper limit!

In the past, the malevolent energy provided by a grandmaster would have been enough to light up ten Capricorn claws.

At this moment, only the two fish tails on the pestle body are lit up; it is still far from being fully lit.

As the master of the Vajra, Li Cunxiao was able to accurately perceive that this amount was equivalent to the effect of breaking through obstacles twelve times.

As for whether the nine-pronged pestle had acquired any new functions, he had a vague feeling, but he couldn't be sure yet.
"In any case, without Jiazuru, Tibet is already in my hands."

"But these are the local barbarians. If we forcibly subdue them, the customs of the snow mountain are different from those of the Central Plains. It will inevitably take more effort, or we may have to rely on killing and suppression."

"We are in a time of great strife, and human resources are precious. Although these barbarian soldiers are somewhat superstitious, if they are properly trained, they can become a group of loyal warriors."

Li Cunxiao's mind raced, and he quickly came up with a plan.

With his right hand forming a sword shape, he slashed through the air, as if unzipping a zipper to reveal the royal city on the snowy plains.

"Damn those Central Plains people, what methods did they use!"

Renzeng looked at the empty sky with a grim expression. Behind him, the guards of the royal city stood in formation, each one equally uneasy.

The snow-capped mountains are bitterly cold, and there are not many places where crops can be grown to sustain life.

The royal city was merely the settlement of noble chieftains. The serfs and pastures for grazing cattle and sheep were hidden in the lower ravines and valleys, where the chieftains' private armies also resided.

Therefore, whenever Tibet wanted to launch a large-scale military expedition, it had to do so a month in advance, with the chieftain summoning serfs, cannon fodder, and truly skilled professional warriors.

Normally, the royal guards in the capital city number only five or six thousand, with a considerable number stationed at the outer passes to clear out monsters and prevent them from offending important people.

Therefore, in a short period of time, Renzeng and Lunzhu managed to gather four thousand men. Even so, when facing off against the more than one thousand men of Yulongzhi, their own morale was even lower.

Their king, the descendants of Zhangzhung, the sun on the snow-capped mountains—are gone!

"I have never heard of any method that could conceal a Grandmaster. Could it be that that person possesses a secret treasure bestowed by the Emperor of Qin?"

"The Li banner, is it referring to Prince Qi, Li Zhengchen? Or the First and Third Protectors of the Thirteen Protectors?"

The banner and pattern of Yulongzhi provided some information, but Lunzhu felt even more anxious.

Tibet relied on the natural defenses of the snow-capped mountains to protect itself, which inevitably led to its isolation from news.

They were unaware that the Qin and Liang dynasties were locked in a fierce battle. Looking at the several Li-surname masters under Li Yisheng's command, they could only conclude that "to repel external aggression, one must first pacify the internal situation" and "to subdue Tibet, stabilize the rear, and then show off our military might."

"No, we can't just sit here and wait to die! The Zanpu must be fighting that person somewhere right now. We have to take action too, at least to block their retreat."

"Only after the Zanpu wins can they wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

Renzeng did not mention the consequences of failure, and Lunzhu tacitly refrained from asking.

The two immediately issued orders, and thousands of troops surged towards the opposing Imperial Dragon like a tidal wave.

Li Guangyi remained fearless, his crimson steed radiating astonishing heat, its fiery red fur seemingly burning, melting the snow on the ground.

The aura of the Azure Lion beside him was even more powerful, faintly exceeding the seventh level, but still some distance from the Grandmaster level.

As the barbarian soldiers charged in, commands were given along with flag signals, and Wei He's troops in the Imperial Dragon Straight Army immediately stepped forward and erected shields.

Dominated by the true energy of Baxia, the blood and qi of a thousand people converged, faintly forming a dragon pearl, within which a dragon turtle carrying a monument trembled violently.

"The Gen position, Earth River Chariot!"

boom!
Within a hundred paces, the dragon-riding soldiers in front of them suddenly rose up like a dragon turning over, with countless spikes shooting up from the ground. The charging barbarian soldiers were immediately thrown to the ground, and blood spread across the snow.

"What powerful Taoist soldiers!" Renzeng gritted his teeth. "Ignore them and keep charging!"

"The Zanpu will soon return with the enemy's skulls. He will use the skulls of the Central Plains people to make kapala (a type of Buddhist prayer flag) to baptize and empower the warriors of Zhangzhung."

"Your Zanpu will not be coming back."

A calm voice rang in everyone's ears, and the soldiers of the Imperial Dragon Guard became excited, while Renzeng and Lunzhu looked at the young general who suddenly appeared in the sky with disbelief.

He was dressed in magnificent armor, the gleaming armor reflecting the sun and flowing clouds, with blue phoenixes singing on his helmet, and golden dragons swimming around his red shawl, like a heavenly king enshrined in a temple.

"Surrender or death?"

"The great Zanpu will not die!"

"The gods cannot abandon the people of Xiangxiong!"

"Impossible! It must be a trick by the Central Plains people. The Zanpu is still alive!"

Before the Tibetan soldiers could even grasp the reality, Renzeng and Lunzhu's hearts sank to the bottom.

“The Buddha teaches all beings without distinction of rank or status, but your king has followed a heretical path and is already a descendant of Mara.”

"I have come here to subdue demons and monsters, but I do not wish to commit mass killings."

"The Tathagata realizes the perfect Dharma nature, but the Dharma body is formless and cannot be seen by sentient beings. For the benefit of sentient beings, he manifests the Sambhogakaya and Nirmanakaya."

“Foolish people, open your eyes wide and look carefully: who is the true Buddha, and who is a heretic?”

After Li Cunxiao finished speaking, the cool energy from the Vajra Pestle flowed back to his head, and the divine image of the Heavenly King Guangmu appeared outside, sitting cross-legged in the Dragon Flower Hall.

The Bodhi tree, already as lush as a writhing dragon, suddenly grew wildly again, reaching straight for Mount Sumeru, spreading and intertwining to create countless palaces and pavilions, dividing the inner and outer temples, like a lotus flower.

In the center of the lotus, beneath the Bodhi tree, the Heavenly King removed his armor and helmet, which floated beside him and transformed into a giant sutra pillar, emitting Sanskrit chants that resounded through the clouds, causing heavenly flowers to fall and golden lotuses to spring from the ground.

To attain Buddhahood on the spot, and ultimately Nirvana!
(End of this chapter)