Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 434 The Arhat with the Dharma Body, Spotted on the Heavenly Ranking

In the deathly silent square, Li Xijun stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes fluttering even without wind.

He did not deliberately release his aura, but the "Primordial Dark Silence" domain that naturally permeated his body, as well as the shout that contained the power of law just now, were like an invisible mountain, suppressing the hearts of every living being with consciousness at the foot of Mount Song.

The first to feel that almost devastating pressure were the experts from various factions who were a little further away from the mountain gate and hidden in various pavilions and elegant residences.

Beside the "Buddha Worship Avenue," in a refined residence reserved for a certain aristocratic family in Jiangnan, a white-haired grandmaster whose aura had reached the sixth level and who enjoyed a great reputation in the martial arts world was staring in horror through the crack in the window at the figure in the center of the square.

The precious purple clay cup in his hand had long since cracked silently, and warm tea dripped through his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

His body was trembling uncontrollably, every muscle and every wisp of spiritual energy was groaning.

That wasn't the fighting spirit ignited by facing a powerful enemy, but rather the most instinctive fear and helplessness of an ant looking up at the sky and facing natural disasters.

His divine sense didn't even dare to peek out the window, because just unconsciously touching the edge of that "dim" area gave him a terrifying illusion that his soul would be completely frozen and sucked away.

"What... what level of skill is this?!"

His throat was dry, and he could barely make a sound. He could only scream wildly in his heart, "Nine Heavens? No—a Grandmaster of the Nine Heavens could never possess such power!"

"I once sensed the sword intent of Ye Wuqing, the Heavenly Sword, from afar. Though its sharpness was unparalleled and suffocating, it never made me feel this—this insignificant feeling that my own existence was about to dissipate!"

Elsewhere, in a stronghold belonging to a major sect in the North, two Grandmaster-level elders who had come together leaned against the wall, their faces ashen and their foreheads dripping with cold sweat.

One of them even had a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, caused by the backlash of his internal energy due to extreme fear.

"A lamb to the slaughter—"

The younger elder, his eyes unfocused, murmured, "I feel like meat on a chopping board—no, even less than that, like a wisp of smoke about to be blown away. He—if he wanted to, a single thought could make all of us disappear!"

The older elder's teeth chattered as he suddenly grabbed his companion's arm with such force that he almost crushed bones. His voice was distorted and shrill: "Dharma Body! This is definitely the pressure of the Dharma Body level. Only a Dharma Body master could render us grandmasters unable to even entertain the thought of resistance!"

"Star Lord Li Xijun—he actually—broke through that insurmountable barrier... How is this possible! How is this possible!!"

Their understanding is crumbling.

The Dharma Body is a legendary realm, a myth in the martial arts world. The birth of each one is accompanied by extraordinary phenomena that sweep across the world and the accumulation of countless years.

Less than a year ago, Li Xijun was only ranked first on the Earth Ranking, at the seventh level of the Heaven Realm. Although he was exceptionally talented and considered one of the most likely candidates to break through to the Dharma Body Realm, that should have been a process that took about ten years!

Inside the Shaolin Temple, the reaction was even more intense.

In a side hall of the Mahavira Hall, there is the head of the Discipline Hall, who is in charge of monitoring the situation outside the mountain gate. He is a top grandmaster of the eighth heaven, with profound cultivation and proficiency in Buddhist teachings.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the futon, but his body was as stiff as iron, and his robe was already soaked with cold sweat.

His divine sense was far stronger than that of the grandmasters outside the mountain gate, and his perception was much clearer.

It is precisely because it is so clear that the fear penetrates even deeper into the bones.

When Li Xijun's shout of "Get out here!" resounded in his mind like a thunderclap, the head monk felt his dantian tremble, and the light of the Buddhist relics he had painstakingly cultivated dimmed by three points.

What's even more terrifying is the invisible pressure that follows. It's not a simple matter of strength, but an absolute crushing force at the level of life and rules!

He felt that his profound internal strength, cultivated over nearly a hundred years, was frozen like iron and stone in the face of that pressure, making it difficult to operate.

His supposedly illusory Buddhist insight, which he was so proud of, now only revealed a deep darkness that devoured all perception. It was as if if he looked any longer, his spiritual senses would be assimilated and swallowed up by that darkness.

"Dharmakaya—it truly is the Dharmakaya state!"

The abbot's heart was in turmoil; his once tranquil Zen mind was now in complete disarray. "Moreover—this aura, this sense of the end of all things, of everything returning to stillness—is so different from the grand and luminous aura of the patriarch on the back mountain..."

The golden light of the Buddha's teachings, which saves all sentient beings, is entirely different—even more profound and unfathomable, and more chilling!

He suddenly recalled the patriarch's judgment on Li Xijun as a "disaster star" and "source of calamity." At the time, he thought it was just the patriarch's comment on his style of doing things. Now that he personally felt this power, he vaguely understood that the judgment might be more about the terrifying nature of this power itself, which was incompatible with the vitality of Buddhism and even subtly opposed to it!

"In less than a year—from Grandmaster to Dharmakaya? How did he do that?!" Another terrifying thought popped into my head uncontrollably.

When the Dharma body attains enlightenment, heaven and earth celebrate together, and extraordinary phenomena spread throughout the land. This is an ironclad rule throughout history!

Why did Li Xijun's breakthrough happen so quietly?

Only when he deliberately released his aura did the people of the world realize what was happening?

This completely violates common sense in martial arts and overturns all understanding of the Dharma Body Realm!

The same shock and fear spread wildly through the minds of the few masters who remained at Shaolin Temple.

The Bodhidharma Hall, the Arhat Hall, the Prajna Hall—everywhere, powerful auras fluctuated uncontrollably due to shock, only to be quickly suppressed by the omnipresent "Silence" domain, like candlelight flickering in a storm, leaving only endless fear.

"Star Lord—he actually broke through to this level?!"

"A Dharma Body Grandmaster—he has become a Dharma Body Supreme?!"

"How is this possible...."

...Where are these strange phenomena? Where is justice?!

The silent shouts echoed in the hearts of every powerful individual who sensed this aura.

Doubt, shock, fear, disbelief—a mix of emotions nearly overwhelmed their reason.

This terrifying aura, which was not concealed and seemed to announce the arrival of a new era, was like a meteorite thrown into a calm lake. The ripples of laws and the shock to the soul it stirred up spread wildly from Mount Song to the entire Great Xia world!

Feathered Gate.

The sea of ​​clouds surged and churned, and the Taoist spirit flowed through it.

The contemporary Dao Lord, who was meditating and comprehending the cycle of the Dao at the edge of the cliff, suddenly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain infinite Daoist wisdom. His gaze instantly pierced through thousands of miles of clouds and mountains, and was fixed on the direction of Mount Song in the Central Plains.

For the first time, a clear look of astonishment and a deep sense of gravity appeared on his usually calm and detached face.

"This aura—utterly annihilated and desolate, as deep as the abyss—is neither from our Daoist sect, nor from that Buddhist sect, nor from the demonic path—"

Daojun unconsciously made calculations with his fingers, his Daoist aura fluctuating violently, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds. "Li Xijun—what kind of path have you taken? To break through to the Dharma Body realm so silently—unprecedented since ancient times."

East Sea, Wujian Cliff.

A solitary peak rises atop, its sword aura soaring into the sky.

Ye Wuqing, dressed in a green robe, stood atop the mountain, swordless, yet he seemed to be the sharpest being in the world.

He too gazed eastward, a hint of surprise flashing across his stern face.

"That's incredible!"

He muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with sword intent that caused tiny cracks to appear in the surrounding void. "Such an aura—domineering yet serene, quite unique. It seems this stagnant pool is finally going to be stirred up completely. That old bald monk from Shaolin—he probably can't sit still anymore."

In the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in southern Xinjiang.

Inside a palace with vibrant colors.

The current incarnation of the Demonic Sect, the Myriad Poison Fairy, was lazily reclining on a soft couch covered with snow-white tiger skin, her slender fingers teasing a small, jade-green snake.

Her beauty was captivating, her eyes exuding a natural allure, yet also carrying a chillingly sinister quality.

When Li Xijun's breath reached her, the docile little snake in her arms suddenly raised its head, hissing alarmly, and fear was revealed in its emerald green eyes.

The enchanting smile of the Poison Fairy froze slightly, and the allure in her eyes was replaced by surprise and doubt.

"So domineering—such a subdued atmosphere~"

She gently soothed the little snake, her red lips slightly parted, her voice sweet yet tinged with a hint of seriousness, "Even my little Greenie was frightened—this isn't the usual scent of someone who has just broken through to the Dharma Body realm." Those old fogies at Shaolin, always chanting sutras, have probably bitten off more than they can chew this time.

A glint of schadenfreude and deep curiosity flashed in her eyes. "Let them fight, the more exciting the better, ideally to a draw, so I can see just how much this newly emerged star lord really is—"

Deep in the vast grasslands of northern Mongolia, a pair of weathered faces were raised. A seemingly ordinary, robust grassland man sat on a pile of firewood, holding a large, dark axe, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

Deep within an ancient, mysterious realm.

Time seems to stand still here, and the spiritual energy is as pure as liquid.

An old man, dressed in an old dragon robe, with a withered face but exuding boundless majesty, sat cross-legged in the center of a pool of golden spiritual liquid, using the power of the secret realm to repair the terrible Dao injury in his body.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and his tightly closed eyes snapped open, bursting with a terrifying light, as if a true dragon had awakened.

"Um?!"

The old emperor felt the oppressive and piercing aura emanating from the barrier of the secret realm, a force that stung his very soul. His withered face twitched. "A Dharma Body? No—this profound, deathly power… is likely a variable—a huge variable. My plans must be accelerated—"

The Central Plains, the ancestral home of Langya Commandery, is home to the Wang family's "Spring and Autumn Ancient Pavilion".

This place is located deep within an ancient city in the heart of the Central Plains, a region where Central Plains culture flourished.

The ancient pavilion is neither made of gold nor jade, but constructed from a rare ancient material called "sinking star wood." It has withstood a thousand years of wind and rain and exudes a profound historical fragrance and a vast cultural atmosphere.

On the top floor of the attic, an elderly man dressed in an elegant Confucian robe, wearing an ancient crown, with a serene and serene face and a profound aura, stood by the window, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand.

He is Wang Shoujing, the current head of the Langya Wang Clan, and also a highly influential and unfathomably powerful figure on the Heavenly Ranking in the aristocratic alliance.

When he sensed the dramatic change in the direction of Mount Song, Wang Shoujing's hand holding the bamboo slip paused slightly. He looked away from the bamboo slip and gazed at the sky outside the window, as if he could transcend time and space to see the scene in front of Mount Shaoshi.

"The Dharma body has appeared in the world, yet there is no celebration from heaven and earth? This child's path is far beyond that of ordinary people."

His voice was calm, yet it carried a profound wisdom and a hint of caution. "Silent as an abyss, its end is imminent—unprecedented. A thousand-year-old family, as stable as a rock, must also be aware of change. This child has emerged out of nowhere, and Shaolin will be the first to bear the brunt. What follows—will be the time when the world's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall political landscape or social order) will be reshuffled. My Wang family should observe the changes quietly, and also prepare for the future."

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He slowly put down the bamboo slips, his eyes gleaming, and began to ponder what kind of impact and opportunities this sudden yet potentially far-reaching battle of the Dharma bodies would bring to his family, which had been passed down for thousands of years.

Shaolin Temple, back mountain, in front of Bodhi Courtyard.

The leaves fall silently, the ancient trees stand still.

The old monk, who had always been unsung heroes and seemed to blend into the broom and fallen leaves, finally stopped the actions he had been repeating for countless years.

"Click."

With a soft crack, the old broom in his hand, which had been used for countless years and whose wood had long since become as warm and smooth as jade, broke in the middle for no apparent reason.

The old monk slowly straightened his hunched back and raised his lowered eyelids.

Those eyes, which were originally cloudy and dull, having seen through the vicissitudes of life, now burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant Buddhist light. The golden light flowed, as if it could illuminate the entire world and see through illusions.

For the first time, the unchanging compassion and serenity on his face were replaced by extreme shock, confusion, and an indescribable solemnity.

He gazed toward the mountain gate, his eyes piercing through the layers of palaces and rocks, meeting the figure in black robes in the distance.

"Amitabha--"

The chanting of the Buddha's name, no longer peaceful and distant, but carrying a slight tremor, echoed in the quiet place behind the mountain.

"Dharmakaya—it is undoubtedly the Dharmakaya status."

"However, this body is not a golden body, and this method is not the Buddha's teaching—"

"Nirvana as the essence, returning to the void as the function—seemingly true yet false, contrary to Buddhism and Taoism—but it has not truly reversed the practice of Buddhism, nor has it been possessed by the Buddha-demon?"

"Li Xijun—what exactly have you become?"

The old monk, or rather, the Shaolin Arhat with the Dharma Body—Liaokong, muttered to himself.

The golden light of Buddhist teachings that was originally restrained and radiant around him now involuntarily burst forth, subtly resisting the "original darkness and silence" aura emanating from outside the mountain gate, emitting a silent sound of law annihilation.

For the first time since attaining the Arhatship, his Zen mind was stirred by ripples of "astonishment and doubt" and "unease".

On the mountain gate square, Li Xijun seemed to sense the gaze from the back mountain, a gaze imbued with immense Buddhist power and astonishment.

He slowly turned his gaze back to the depths of the back mountain, the faint smile on his lips still present, but his eyes were as cold as an ancient abyss.

"It seems you heard me."

He spoke softly, yet his voice carried clearly back to the back mountain once more.

"If that's the case—"

Li Xijun lifted her right foot, stepped forward, and gently stomped down.

"Then come out on your own."

"otherwise----"

"I'll tear down your ancient temple and then drag you out of your turtle shell."

The moment he finished speaking, centered on the point where his toes landed, a more condensed and purer "Original Darkness" law power, like an invisible inky tide, surged and eroded along the mountain's veins towards the depths of Shaolin Temple, especially the forbidden area behind the mountain!

Wherever you go, the bricks and stones become slightly dim, the vitality of the plants and trees becomes restrained, the eternal lamps in the Buddhist temple flicker and seem about to go out, and even the omnipresent incense and the blessings of Buddhism that have been accumulated for thousands of years seem to be covered with a thin layer of gray, becoming sluggish and heavy.

The real confrontation is about to begin!

The world was astonished, and all eyes were on Mount Song.

Everyone realized that regardless of how Li Xijun broke through, and regardless of the nature of his power, one undeniable fact had been laid bare before the entire martial arts world:

Star Lord Li Xijun has already stood tall among the Dharma bodies!

He has come today to use the power of his newly ascended Dharma body to wash away the karma of the past and to forcefully challenge the Buddhist master Shaolin.