Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 268 A Little Spiritual Attention: Don't Lose Face

Lu Ci shook Wang Ai hard: "How long can this formation last?!"

Wang Ai was taken aback by Lü Ci's question. His unfocused gaze struggled to focus as he sensed the increasingly unstable fluctuations of the Myriad Gods Burning Demon Array and the near-exhaustion of his vital energy. He said miserably:
"This formation is forcibly activated by the thoughts, spirits, and incense offerings from the scrolls left by our ancestors. Once it starts, it cannot be stopped until it burns out. Judging from the current situation, it will last for at most another half hour."

"Half an hour...?"

Lu Ci's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head to look at the increasingly frenzied Demon King in the formation, as well as the Wang family disciples and Lu family experts he had brought, who were exhausted but still desperately trying to maintain the formation.

Time is of the essence.

Wang Ai composed himself, but still stared blankly at the demonic figure in the formation, and said, "Old Lü, take advantage of this half hour and leave with the Lü family first."

"You came, that's enough. The rest is up to the Wang family!"

"Wang Ai!" Lü Ci stared intently at him, her voice resolute, "Listen! Now is not the time for you to lie on the ground like a dead dog. Once the formation breaks, the first to die will be people from your Wang family!"

"Stay strong, don't embarrass yourself. Even if you're going to die, you'd better act like a Tenth Elder. I'll go with you!"

"I'm going to settle accounts with those Japanese people for the things they've done, one by one."

As he spoke, a sinister and ruthless glint flashed in Lü Ci's eyes.

If we were to say who among the Ten Elders hates the Japanese the most, it would undoubtedly be Lü Ci, after all, his brother Lü Ren died at the hands of the Japanese.

Wang Ai was completely jolted awake by Lü Ci's slap and repeated angry shouts. He looked at his old friend's eyes, which were fierce yet filled with concern, and then looked around at his clansmen who were suffering heavy casualties but were still struggling to hold on.

A surge of emotion, a mixture of shame, regret, and the last vestige of courage, welled up inside me.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging blood and qi, struggled to stand firm, and clasped his hands heavily in front of Lü Ci. Although his voice was hoarse, it had become more solemn.

"Old Lu, I can't thank you enough for this great kindness. My Wang family has suffered such a calamity today, and your presence is a great favor that I, Wang Ai, will never forget!"

He straightened his obese back. Although his clothes were tattered and his face was still red and swollen, the resolute spirit of one of the Ten Elders and the head of the Wang family was rekindled in his cloudy old eyes.

“You’re right. Even if we’re going to die, we should die standing up. We can’t tarnish the reputation of my Wang family’s ancestors.”

Wang Ai turned around and roared at the remaining members of the Wang family, "Wang family sons, fight to the death with me!"

"Fight to the death!"

Inspired by this, the remaining members of the Wang family roared back with red eyes, their previously listless spirits lifted.

Seeing this, Lu Ci's scars twitched, revealing an almost ferocious smile: "Good! That's more like it. Today I'll accompany you to see this damned demon king."

The relationship between Wang Ai and Lü Ci is actually quite complicated. They were good playmates when they were young, and allies when they grew up. They were birds of a feather.

However, due to considerations of family interests, they each had their own ulterior motives, keeping things hidden and guarding against each other.

But when it comes to real matters, especially matters involving a united front against external forces, such as Japan, Lü Ci is still willing to lend Wang Ai a hand.

Although Lü Ci was called a mad dog, this dog at least knew the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold." Without the Wang family standing with him, the two families' voices among the Ten Elders would be greatly weakened.

Therefore, helping Wang Ai can also be seen as a consideration of self-interest in a certain sense.

The two stood side by side.

Wang Ai urged the last remaining Qi within his body, while Lü Ci held back his Ruyi Force, staring intently at the Wanshen Burning Demon Array, whose light was growing dimmer and whose fluctuations were becoming more intense.

Within the formation, the Demon King seemed to sense the weakening of the formation's power, and his attacks became increasingly ferocious. With each swing of his six arms, the demonic treasures tore through the void, and the dark red demonic energy surged like a sea of ​​blood, constantly eroding the golden light curtain.

"Crack...knock..."

Subtle yet chilling cracking sounds began to emanate from all parts of the light screen, and cracks spread like a spider web. In many areas, the scrolls had been completely burned away, and the phantoms of gods and Buddhas had vanished entirely.

Wang Ai and Lü Ci's expressions were extremely solemn. Their Qi began to rise to the limit, preparing to launch their strongest attack of their lives the moment the formation shattered, even if it could only stop the demon king for a moment.

At this critical moment——

"call out--!"

A dazzling golden streak of light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, sped from the distant horizon.

Its speed was so fast that it exceeded the speed of sound; one moment it was on the horizon, and the next it was already over the Wang family's ancestral land.

As the golden light faded, a figure quietly appeared, standing in mid-air.

The person who arrived was none other than Han Yun!

He was dressed in an elegant white robe, the hem of which fluttered gently in the night breeze. There was no strong aura emanating from him, yet he naturally exuded an aura of profound composure and unfathomable depth.

With a handsome face, his eyes seemed to hold the rotation of the sun and moon and the light of wisdom, and a faint golden mark between his brows added to his otherworldly and otherworldly appearance.

He simply stood there quietly, and it was as if he had become the center of heaven and earth, making even the soaring demonic energy and golden array light pale in comparison.

Han Yun's gaze swept calmly over the nearly shattered Myriad Gods Burning Demon Formation below, and the terrifying demon king within it, his eyes undisturbed, as if he were seeing not a world-destroying demon, but rather ants and weeds by the roadside.

He gently raised his right hand, facing the wildly operating array that seemed on the verge of collapse, and the struggling, roaring demon king and his army within it, and uttered a single word:

"Certainly."

Follow your words!
There is no earth-shaking momentum and no dazzling brilliance.

But the moment that one word was uttered, the entire space-time seemed to be paused.

A portion of the inner space descended in the blink of an eye, covering an area of ​​dozens of miles in radius. It required no preparation or setup, and no need to support the illusory image of the Golden Vein Glazed Bodhi Tree.

The effects of spiritual transformation are earth-shattering, greatly enhancing the operation of the Mahayana Bodhicitta Sutra practice and the control of the inner landscape over the outer landscape.

This is like a driving force. Previously, Han Yun's spirit was broad but lacked quality, so it was only one. But now it is ten, and the carriage has been replaced by a supercar.

The once violently fluctuating, flickering, and about-to-explode Myriad Gods Burning Demon Array suddenly froze. The burning scroll stopped in mid-air, and the leaping golden flames, like insects in amber, held their final pose.

The countless phantoms of gods and Buddhas in the formation, whether compassionate bodhisattvas or wrathful vajras, all had their movements and expressions frozen in place.

The demon king, with his three heads and six arms and overwhelming demonic energy, froze completely, as if his demonic weapon was being brandished, his face contorted with rage, and even the dark red demonic energy surging around him.

For the first time, its six eyes, filled with savagery and destructive desires, revealed disbelief, horror, and...fear!
It tried to struggle, mobilizing the vast demonic energy within its body to break through the invisible constraints, but found that even its thoughts seemed to become sluggish. The surrounding space was as solid as divine metal, and no matter how much power it exerted, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to move an inch.

The thousands of demons behind them, roaring and attacking, were frozen in time, like a still, terrifying sculpture in a museum.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie, absolute silence.

Only outside the formation, Wang Ai, Lü Ci, and the members of their two families were still able to think and breathe. They stared dumbfounded at this incomprehensible scene, their minds blank. However, under the absolute control of the inner space, Han Yun had already thoroughly analyzed all the methods controlled by the Wang and Lü families.

This includes techniques such as summoning spirits and commanding generals, as well as dual-wielding techniques.

Although the Dual-Hand Technique has not been awakened, it is only the Soul-Enlightening Technique. However, this technique is engraved in the genes of the Lü family bloodline, and it only takes time to decipher it.

Han Yun's expression remained calm. He examined the frozen Demon King and the great formation as if admiring a work of art. After all, this was the foundation of a thousand-year-old family, and it did have some merit.

Using one's own spirit as a guide, one ignites incense and vows, transforming them into spiritual fire. This is somewhat similar to the path of Samadhi Fire, but it can only be considered a rudimentary version.

It can't achieve the comprehensive effect of the Samadhi True Fire, but it is somewhat targeted at the demon king who has become a spirit in the mural. It's just a pity that such a good foundation was mostly wasted after being burned like this.

In Han Yun's view, these paintings, after being awakened by his inner spiritual energy, could become immortals within the paintings.

However, it can be considered that there are gains and losses.

Han Yun quickly decided on the purpose of the paintings, as for whether to leave them to the Wang family.

If you do it yourself, shouldn't you charge a fee?
Then, he gently waved his hand, the movement slow and elegant, as if brushing away dust from the table.

"Disperse."

As he swept his hand across the area, the frozen [Great Array of Ten Thousand Gods Burning Demons], along with the demon king and countless demon soldiers suppressed within it, vanished silently as if erased from reality by an eraser.

There was no explosion, no energy dissipation, and no trace left.

It was as if they had never existed.

The sky above the Wang family ancestral land, which was filled with demonic energy just moments before and looked like the end of the world, was now filled only with the cold moonlight and the stunned crowd who had survived the ordeal.

Inside the interior space.

The [Myriad Gods Burning Demon Array] and the Demon King's army that Han Yun included did not appear directly in the main space.

Instead, they were isolated in a newly opened void.

The golden, glazed Bodhi tree in the center sensed the presence of the outside world, swayed gently, and scattered billions of golden rays of light.

The myriad illusory images of gods and Buddhas, illuminated by the golden light, melted like ice and snow, yet were refined and purified under the influence of some higher rule.

Ultimately, they transformed into various colors, yet all equally pure and vast, "divine truths," which were pure aggregates of incense offerings, vows, thoughts, spirits, and fragments of authority.

These gods, like rivers flowing into the sea, poured into a newly sprouted, slightly tender leaf on the Bodhi tree.

The leaf became fuller and more translucent at a speed visible to the naked eye, with a sacred and peaceful radiance flowing through its veins. Although its aura was far less ancient and powerful than the "Fuxi Divine True Man" that Han Yun had refined before, it still contained a power that should not be underestimated.

Meanwhile, the frozen demon king and his army let out silent wails under the golden light.

Their demonic energy, filled with resentment and destruction, and their chaotic will, were forcibly extracted and refined.

The demonic body dissipated like a weathered sand sculpture, and was eventually refined into a dark red "Demon True Form" filled with the intent of violence and destruction.

The demonic entity struggled and twisted, but was forcibly suppressed by the power of the Bodhi tree, and finally was thrown into another newly grown leaf.

The leaf displayed a strange hue, a blend of dark red and gold, and the scene within it transformed into a world of celestial demons, where all the demons stood solemnly.

outside world.

Han Yun slowly descended from the sky, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and then came to Wang Ai and Lü Ci, who were still in a great shock and had not yet recovered.

His expression was calm, as if he had just casually swatted a fly, and he nodded slightly to the two men: "Old Wang, Old Lü, you've both worked hard."

Wang Ai and Lü Ci suddenly snapped out of their daze.

Looking at Han Yun, who appeared calm and collected, and then at the empty sky that seemed to have been completely "purified," the two swallowed hard in unison.

The Painting Spirit Demon King, who had forced the Wang family to exert all their resources, made Lü Ci prepare for battle, and nearly driven them to despair, was just gone like that?

Frozen in place by a single word from the other party, then wiped away with a wave of their hand?

What... what level of cultivation is this?!

Even if the universally acknowledged master, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei of Longhu Mountain, were to come in person, he probably couldn't have done such effortless, godlike feats.
The enormous gap in strength brought a sense of awe and horror from the bottom of one's heart.

I simply can't resist the urge!
"Chairman Han... Chairman Han..."

Wang Ai's voice trembled without her even realizing it, and she forced a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve your praise. You saved the Wang family, you saved all of our lives!"

As for Chao Hanyun asking for the remaining paintings back, even if Wang Ai had three times the courage, he wouldn't dare!

Lu Ci also restrained his usual ruthlessness, lowered his posture to an extremely humble level, clasped his hands and bowed, and quickly expressed his loyalty.

"Chairman Han is incredibly capable. I have truly witnessed his abilities today. In the future, if you ever need anything, the Lü family will do our best without hesitation."

Attaching oneself to the powerful is also a way for aristocratic families to survive.

Han Yun waved his hand, his tone still calm: "It's your duty, you two don't need to worry about it. Now that this matter is settled and the demonic threat has been eliminated, the follow-up matters will be handled by you two in conjunction with the company."

Having said that, before Wang Ai and Lü Ci could say anything to stop him, his figure faded away as if he had never been there, disappearing from the spot as if he had merged into a gentle breeze.

It wasn't until long after Han Yun left that Wang Ai and Lü Ci slowly straightened up, exchanged a glance, and both saw the lingering fear and solemnity in each other's eyes.

Lu Ci let out a long breath, lowered his voice, and said with unprecedented seriousness, "Old Wang, you've seen how capable this Chairman Han is, haven't you? From now on, we'll probably really have to keep a low profile."

Wang Ai's expression was uncertain, and she did not reply immediately.

His chubby fingers unconsciously rubbed the scroll he kept close to his body, which incorporated the image of a black unicorn and suppressed an earth spider, hidden in his sleeve.

A complex, indescribable light flashed deep within his eyes.

There was lingering fear, relief, and awe, and perhaps a trace of instinctive resentment and scheming, forcibly suppressed, stemming from his role as the head of the Wang family.

But in the end, all these emotions turned into a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of absolute power.

After all, we can't beat them, we really can't beat them!
When someone surpasses you by a little, you may feel jealous; when someone surpasses you by an unimaginable degree, all you have left is to look up in awe.

Wang Ai didn't even dare to have designs on Zhang Zhiwei, let alone Han Yun.

This one is truly going to dominate the world!

(End of this chapter)