The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 274 I am Mount Tai, the Dharma Realm is opened!

boom! ! !
Layer upon layer of golden light exploded, and in the sea of ​​consciousness, the resentment and malevolence of the 182,500 souls accumulated over hundreds of years under the command of [Shi] melted away in an instant, like ice meeting the rising sun.

Right there, Zhou Yan sensed a special order emerging around his body, with the power over life and death being spread out on a massive scale, as if the life and death energy within a radius of several feet was under his control.

Thus, the earth returned to the earth, the sky returned to the sky, and life and death returned to the Lord.

Fuxi narrowed his eyes: "...The Dharma Realm."

"This boy..."

The Dharma Realm is where the true means and essence of immortals and deities lie.

From a mortal cultivator to a ninth-rank Xuan official and a sixth-rank high-ranking master, he continued to cultivate, his cultivation gradually increasing. In the end, the various lineages and magical powers intertwined, forming his own "realm," much like the karma of Chi You or the emperor of Qin Shi Huang.

With my heart representing the will of Heaven, I can establish the Way within a single territory.

They are immortals.

"...This kid, a sixth-rank True Body, actually has such good fortune, relying on this great dream of thousands of years to comprehend the [Dharma Realm] ahead of time...That kid Ying Zheng comprehended it by drawing inferences from the king's command."

"This kid, however, has been living a great dream, and has come to understand the cycle of life and death, thus achieving enlightenment."

"...That's not bad."

Fuxi rarely nodded in approval.

The handsome young man stretched out his hand, looking at his own clothes, which had a strong modern style. His eyes were slightly lowered, and he had a calm and composed air about him. His dark golden vertical pupils, which were usually playful and angry, held an ancient wisdom that looked down on the changes of thousands of years.

The dream began to crumble, and it seemed as if invisible ripples spread out, sweeping across the area.

In this dream, skyscrapers, bridges, and vehicles all dispersed. Fuxi's clothes transformed into wide Tang Dynasty robes, his brows were serene, and though the four directions changed dramatically, he remained unchanged; though time passed, he remained the same.

The dramatic changes around him finally gave him a touch of the vastness of an ancient deity.

"Life and death are of great importance, but who can say that the dream we have every day is not a death and awakening, and who can say that the long sleep after a hundred years is not a long dream that lasts for a long time?"

"A dream that spans five thousand years, in the eyes of ordinary mortals, is perhaps no different from death."

"Perhaps, an endless dream is the closest thing to the concept of death."

He laughed jokingly: "You stubborn kid, you've got a quick brain."

Zhou Yan activated the Taishan Prefecture Lord's Dharma Realm, where life and death flowed freely within its boundaries. The last agent, Jia Sixin Yanyang, had his pupils contract sharply, his emotions and thoughts surging like a tidal wave.

wrong!

Not an envoy of the Lord of Mount Tai?!

Or is it the Lord of Mount Tai himself?

Moreover, it was the kind of thing that had already opened its own Dharma Realm, and could already initially control the principles of law and construct its own Dharma Realm?! The sheer absurdity, the failure of all calculations, and the consequences that these many failures would ultimately lead to all rushed into Xin Yanyang's mind in an instant.

He suddenly unleashed his full power.

The incredibly powerful Buddhist energy emanated from him and spread violently in all directions.

It resembles a lotus platform.

Based on his previous experience and gains from killing Ding Liubing and San, Zhou Yan could confirm that the agents of history, or rather, under the command of these agents of history, at least a large number of people were those who practiced the path of Buddhist vows but did not fulfill their promises.

In other words, a considerable number of them possessed strong Buddhist cultivation in the secular world.

Thus, in the clear, flowing Buddha light, Xin Yanyang manifested a form with three heads and six arms. Each face had a different expression, presenting three forms: compassion, anger, and downcast eyes. His six arms were either forming hand seals, casting spells, or holding weapons.

"Three heads and six arms, the true Dharma of the Buddha!"

In an instant, the aura it displayed rapidly increased, reaching the fourth rank. Every move and every stance was imbued with the great supernatural powers of Buddhism, hurtling towards Zhou Yan.

A body of crystal-clear Buddha light, an indestructible Arhat's body that has endured countless eons!
This was none other than a Buddhist practitioner who had nearly reached the level of an Arhat!
He built a hut in the mountains and rivers, rested hard, and held fast to his original vow, but failed to fulfill it. In the end, his karma backfired, and he became the agent of [History]. At this moment, his strength was unleashed in one move, making him the most troublesome enemy Zhou Yan had ever encountered.

Aside from the calamity-inducing Weaver Girl connected to the earth's veins, perhaps only the Golden Heavenly King could kill the agent before him. Even during the calamity at the Reclining Buddha Temple, the ancient, exotic mountain spider and the monster formed by the fusion of Buddhist karma were no match for this monk.

Shen Yanyang stared intently at the bronze door over there.

Golden patterns appeared on the ancient gate, and around the bronze gate, there were surging waves and the sounds of swords clashing. Without a doubt, that was the outside world.

The handsome young man just said there were only ten breaths left in the countdown.

Zhou Yan had already spent three breaths fighting with his blade, so there was no need to kill the Lord of Mount Tai. He only needed to drown this young fellow, who had begun to understand the path, in this beautiful illusion.

Three breaths!

"kill!!"

Xin Yanyang rushed into Zhou Yan's Dharma Realm, displaying numerous wondrous techniques and endless supernatural powers—all the means that Buddhist practitioners crave: Vajra Lion's Roar, Prajna Bodhi Finger, Demon-Binding Kasaya Array, Karmic Fire Red Lotus, and the Great Vajrabhairava Dharma Image.

Enough to crush everything in an instant.

In the sky, the Buddha's light was brilliant and magnificent, reaching its peak!

However, all of them came to nothing!
Within ten feet of Zhou Yan, any means of applying the concept of "death" to the Lord of Mount Tai will be greatly weakened, or even rendered ineffective; this is a method similar to that of Ji Xuanyuan Huangdao and the concept of Chi You, the God of War.

It’s the way!

The Way is so vast that it cannot be attained by mere techniques.

Xin Yanyang's pupils contracted sharply as he watched his boundless Buddhist power surround the young Taoist, yet he could not get any closer. Then he saw the young Taoist extend his hand, and thus, the Primordial Chaos Realm of Taoism took effect in this Dharma Realm.

Yin and Yang alternate.

Any attempt to inflict death upon the Lord of Mount Tai within the Dharma Realm will be reversed, and death will be transferred to the perpetrator in a more forceful manner.

boom! ! !
Xin Yanyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale. The Buddhist Demon-Subduing Fire and the Vidyaraja's Body Sacrifice Strike—these extremely powerful Buddhist supernatural powers all bombarded him at once, almost amounting to suicide!
Blood continued to spurt from Xin Yanyang's mouth as he stared in disbelief at the young Taoist with his hair flying wildly. He murmured, "...The reversal of fortune, the cause of life and death, cough cough, this is—"

"Gods and immortals?"

It is not magic or supernatural power.

But the Tao.

Within the Dharma realm, my mind is the Dao, and every gesture I make is a supernatural power.

If one reaches this level, no matter which world the cultivator goes to or where they end up, even in a small or large world with completely different rules and lineages, all the supernatural powers and wondrous methods of the present age will be unusable.

Immortals and gods who have cultivated the Dharma Realm will not have their strength weakened in the slightest.

With just one step, supernatural powers will naturally arise.

"...To die at the hands of Lord Taishan is not a loss. Moreover, Lord Taishan's supernatural powers are naturally profound. But even with my intervention, I was still able to buy you three breaths. Once this gate closes, you will still be unable to leave."

Knowing he was doomed, Xin Yanyang developed a somewhat carefree and enlightened state of mind.

He clasped his hands together, a slight smile on his face as if he had accomplished his duty.

Finally, their gaze fell upon the massive, ancient bronze door.

Immediately, Xin Yanyang's gaze froze, because he saw that the bronze gate, which according to Fuxi, would collapse and fall apart, was still incredibly sturdy, with its ancient patterns radiating golden light.

The sound of crashing waves and the clanging of Shen Cangming's sword echoed around them.

Shen Yanyang even saw the door slightly open, and a scruffy scholar in a blue robe almost crawled in, shouting, "Boy, why haven't you woken up yet? If you don't wake up soon, you won't be able to hold on!"

Shen Yanyang's smile froze. That enlightened composure and compassion gradually disappeared.

Didn't they say that after ten breaths it would break down and you'd never be able to get out again?

Xin Yanyang slowly raised his head and saw the young Taoist priest, who had put his dark blue Taoist robe back on, and the handsome young man with vertical pupils, smiling at him from in front of the bronze gate.

brush--

They all stretched out their hands in unison, revealing a middle finger.

Lord Zhou, the corners of Fuxi's mouth curled up, revealing a very similar smile on his face.

I said ten breaths.

You actually believe that?!

Click, click——

Shen Yanyang heard a crisp shattering sound, the sound of his own Zen mind breaking. His face turned red at a visible speed. He realized that a pit had formed the moment Fuxi uttered his first cry of ten breaths.

Zhou Yan was almost in awe.

This is Fuxi, the ancestor of Qimen Dunjia and Bagua numerology, the methods used to calculate people and prevent being calculated. You actually believe his words? Rather, why do you think Fuxi would shout such a thing out loud?
"You, you—"

Shen Yanyang's face flushed red, then turned blue, and finally he let out an angry roar as he charged towards Zhou Yan and the other man. His body was enveloped in flowing golden Buddhist light, and he crashed straight into the Dharma realm surrounding Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan stretched out his palm, his five fingers slowly extending forward.

As the blood dripped from Xin Yanyang's body, it manifested as golden Buddhist light and Zen charm, transforming into an extremely powerful divine ability that rushed towards Zhou Yan. In Zhou Yan's vision, all phenomena and principles were stripped away, losing their original colors and being extracted layer by layer.

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand and lightly enveloped Xin Yanyang.

With five fingers clenched together, it was as if the endless Buddha light and countless Buddhist principles were all held in the palm of the hand, and then suddenly clenched.

Peel it off!

Here, with the help of special means, Xin Yanyang, who had reached the fourth rank and possessed formidable Buddhist cultivation, and who knew almost all the Buddhist demon-subduing supernatural powers in this mortal world, had his pupils lose color, and his soul and vitality were annihilated.

It wasn't that they were killed, but rather that within the Dharma realm, they were directly given the concept of death.

Xin Yanyang fell to the ground.

As the young Taoist's sleeves fluttered and his fair fingers moved in meditation, he slowly lowered them. At that moment, the body of the fourth-rank Xin Yanyang turned into dust and disappeared slowly beside Zhou Yan.

The young man's sideburns flew wildly.

As long as one dares to step into one's own Dharma realm, one can separate life and death in an instant. This is the Dharma realm called "Lord of Mount Tai," a path that Zhou Yan himself opened up. Even if it can only be successfully used in this dream, it doesn't matter.

Like a wild goose leaving its footprints on the snow.

Since we have already left our mark on this land, it will not be extremely difficult to follow the direction to get there later.

After Zhou Yan killed Xin Yanyang, he raised his head, looked at the girl in the sky, smiled slightly, and said loudly, with his weapon pressed against the ground, "You don't like me. I think you like the world in my dream even more."

"However, times and civilizations need to flow; they cannot stand still."

"If it stagnates, it will just be a phantom."

"Please wait patiently, until times change, until years pass, until years have passed into the distant future."

The young Taoist gently placed his palm on his chest, bowed slightly as if making his exit, and smiled with tenderness and pity in his eyes: "In that era, every dream will contain all that you love."

"Everyone's dreams include campuses, summer, and beautiful things every year."

"So, ancient god, it is not me you love."

"It is the civilization of [human beings]."

May you have a sweet dream.

The young Taoist priest's voice was gentle. He then turned and crashed into the giant bronze gate. He understood Ba's plight and knew the girl's tragedy. He was willing to help her as much as possible and make up for her sorrow and thousands of years of loneliness.

However, he still had to return to reality.

Go and fight alongside his friends.

This action, like his companionship with Ba, was one of unwavering commitment.

So the girl at the peak of the dream watched as the young Taoist turned around, his weapon transforming into a three-pointed, double-edged weapon, which, even without the aid of the dream world's [Taishan Fujun Dharma Realm], still smashed through the bronze gate.

Ba stared wide-eyed at the boy's retreating figure, seemingly oblivious to everything around him. His heart pounded, his gaze fixed solely on the boy's flowing hair and back.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

she thought.

what--

Son of man.

Lord of the Mountain.

I must have fallen in love with you.

This time, there was no desire to possess, only a low murmur like the deepest part of a beautiful dream. The woman, representing the goddess of dreams in Sichuan and Chongqing, clasped her hands together, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

The intersection of dreams and reality began from this point on, and the first sound to be heard was Kaiming's scream: "Hey, hey, hey, why don't you try to learn from your master Gonggong!"

"For example, he's a very nice person!"

"He didn't utter a single word after hitting Buzhou Mountain."

"Shut up!!!"

Kaiming's voice was interrupted by Qingyuanjun's angry roar. The enormous and ferocious Bashe lord swung its long tail and suddenly pounced on Zhou Yan, who was standing there. Just then, Kaiming exclaimed that something was wrong.

wow-

The chains binding the Lord of the Bashe suddenly tightened!

Zhou Yan, who had frozen upon touching the bronze seal, raised his hand and grasped the chain. The chain, representing the seal of King Yu, shone brightly, and the eyes of Qingyuan Jun, the lord of the Bashe, suddenly narrowed as he stared intently at the person on the other side.

Zhou Yan slowly opened his eyes.

A new kind of energy, completely different from the previous one, spread out!

As if fully awakened, a sharp sense of understanding of one's duty slowly rose. On the bronze door, the resentment of 182,500 souls dissipated, faintly transforming into two tall and imposing men behind Zhou Yan.

The three of them looked at the Lord of the Bashe.

Then they gripped the chains tightly in unison.

The young Taoist priest grinned:

"Now--"

"It's my turn!"

(End of this chapter)