Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Chapter 106 The Great Black Heaven

The following morning, the rising sun pierced through the clouds and shone on the snow-white Potala Palace, reflecting a sacred halo.

After a quick wash, Bai Li and Xue Bing walked out of the inn room hand in hand.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw a group of lamas dressed in red robes outside the inn, and the leader of them was none other than Quzha Lama.

Master Quzha's gaze fell on Bai Li's excessively young face, his expression complex—the sword marks on Risheng's body were left by this person, so young!

A sense of desolation rose in his heart. The Snow Region had long been devoid of talent, and the potential of the new generation of disciples was declining day by day. They were all just living off the past. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the Snow Region would truly become a complete vassal of the Central Plains, with no freedom left to speak of.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Master Quzha clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist mantra, and said in a stiff tone, though he had to maintain his composure: "Benefactor, please come with me to the Potala Palace for a chat."

Bai Li took Xue Bing's hand and said, "Since the Master has invited us, please lead the way."

The news of the Central Plains people provoking the Potala Palace spread throughout the city overnight, and the area outside the Potala Palace was already crowded with people from the snowy plateau, men, women, and children, all chattering about it.

The group climbed the stairs and arrived at a giant terrace outside the palace.

The other five masters of the Potala Palace were waiting here.

Tashi, Tsering, Tsering, and the others stood side by side, their expressions solemn. Zi Guang stared intently at Bai Li, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Bai Li patted Xue Bing's hand, signaling her to wait a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Esteemed masters, I am fully aware of yesterday's events, so I will not beat around the bush."

"Today, whatever means you may use, I, Bai Li, will accept them all. But if I win, I have one request."

The six masters exchanged glances, all with hesitation in their eyes. Master Tashi spoke up, "Benefactor, please speak frankly."

Bai Li raised his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over the six masters, his tone indifferent yet unquestionable: "If I win, I will borrow Master Phagpa's golden body for three days."

"This is outrageous!"

Quzha Lama immediately flew into a rage: "The golden body of Lama Phagpa is a priceless treasure that has been worshipped by our snowy land for generations. It is the spiritual pillar of our snowy land people. How dare you people from the Central Plains covet it? Do you really think that our snowy land has no one to rely on?"

As soon as his roar subsided, the crowd watching from below the terrace erupted in a cacophony of chatter.

Bai Li couldn't understand what they were shouting about, and he didn't bother to listen. He gathered his inner strength and stomped his foot hard on the ground.

boom!

The floor tiles shattered, the entire terrace trembled, and the crowd immediately fell silent.

That's right, they're just taking advantage of the fact that there are no strong people in the snowy region!

Bai Li calmly glanced around, but his tone grew increasingly cold: "Esteemed masters, I am only borrowing the golden body of Master Phagpa for three days. I guarantee that the golden body will not be damaged in the slightest. I ask that you grant my request."

Though he spoke of making a request, the oppressive aura emanating from him was like an invisible sword, pointing directly at the six masters: "If you do not agree today, it will be a fight to the death!"

Tashi Rinpoche understood that this was Baili's warning; if he did not follow his instructions, there would likely be bloodshed today.

He sighed softly, "This humble monk grants your request, benefactor."

"What?" Quzha Lama looked at Tashi Lama with disbelief in his eyes, grabbing his arm. "Tashi Lama, are you crazy? That's the golden statue of Phagpa Lama! How can you lend it to a person from the Central Plains so easily?"

Tashi Rinpoche glanced at him sideways, his tone tinged with coldness: "You don't believe that the treasures left behind by the Living Buddha can surpass this man from the Central Plains?"

Master Quzha was taken aback, rubbed his forehead and thought, "Ah, there's no way we could possibly lose."

When Master Tashi saw that he had stopped talking, he knew that he had agreed, and then said loudly, "Kom, come out."

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A burly man stepped out from behind the crowd.

This man was over two meters tall, with dark skin, bulging muscles all over his body, and a huge build like a tiger. His face was covered in the marks of time.

Most strikingly, a palm-sized black jade Buddha was deeply embedded in his flesh on his chest.

This black jade Buddha is a treasure left behind by the last Living Buddha – Mahakala.

Before his passing, the Living Buddha had a premonition and left a wisp of true energy in the Mahakala Jade Buddha for unforeseen circumstances.

However, as time went by, the true energy became increasingly scarce, yet it was still regarded as a trump card by the six great masters, who had great faith in it.

Kuomu bowed to Master Zhaxi with his palms together, remaining silent throughout, only looking at Baili in quiet contemplation.

Lama Tashi raised his hand and gestured: "Benefactor, this is Komu, the guardian of the Potala Palace. As long as you can defeat him, we will definitely keep our promise and never go back on our word."

Bai Li's gaze fell on the black jade Buddha on Kuo Mu's chest. He sensed it carefully and found that the jade Buddha seemed to contain a pure true energy that was constantly eroding Kuo Mu's body.

This trip to the snowy region was definitely worthwhile; there are such interesting things here.

"Please!" Bai Li said without any politeness, drawing his longsword with his backhand. Without even gathering his strength, he leaped into the air.

In an instant, countless rays of light burst forth from the sword tip, like the rosy clouds of the heavens pouring down. The sword light fell obliquely, not of this world, but like a rainbow flying from beyond the clouds—this was Ye Gucheng's signature move, Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens.

Having thoroughly comprehended this technique, "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens," through his understanding of the Origin Space, Bai Li now uses it with ease.

Kuo Mu was locked onto by the sword energy, and felt a bone-chilling cold seeping out from his marrow, as if the blood in his body was about to freeze.

"Drink!!" he roared, and the black jade Buddha emitted a dense dark light that quickly enveloped his body, giving his already dark skin a metallic sheen.

As the sword flashed down, Kuomu swung his fist fiercely. The rosy light and the dark light collided, creating a deafening roar that shattered half of the terrace.

The onlookers had already retreated more than a hundred meters away in fright, their eyes wide as they stared blankly at the duel on the terrace, their faces filled with horror.

As the light faded, Bai Li descended from mid-air, glanced at Kuo Mu who was half-squatting on the ground, and showed a hint of helplessness on his face.

The Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens was ultimately someone else's martial art, and it didn't suit his own state of mind. He could only unleash about 80% of the power of this move.

Wildflowers can never smell as sweet as cultivated flowers.

The six masters breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of relief appearing on their faces.

Fortunately, Kuomu caught the attack. The radiant sword energy from that moment had made their hearts skip a beat.

Kuomu straightened up, patted his chest, and grinned maliciously. "Is that all?"

Bai Li raised an eyebrow and said, "The methods of the Snow Region are truly extraordinary."

Tashi Rinpoche said calmly, "Benefactor, if you withdraw now and swear never to set foot in the Potala Palace again, today's competition can be called off, and we will not pursue yesterday's matter any further."

Quzha Lama was stunned, looking at Tashi Lama with a puzzled expression, and whispered urgently, "Tashi Lama, what are you doing? We clearly have the advantage, why are you..."

Master Tashi waved his hand to interrupt him. "You fool! The true energy in the jade Buddha is limited. If you keep going with that attack, once the true energy in the jade Buddha is exhausted, Kuomu will become a cripple."

While preserving the dignity of the Potala Palace, we should save money wherever possible. If we really push the Jade Buddha to its limits, it would be a losing proposition.

Bai Li smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind offer, Master. However, the competition has only just begun, and it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious."

Master Tashi chanted "Amitabha Buddha!" ​​and then said no more.

Ding!

A clear, crisp sword cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Bai Li's figure multiplied into nine, and the nine figures simultaneously brought forth thousands of silver sword lights. The sword lights condensed into threads, forming a huge sword net that enveloped Kuo Mu.

Before the sword energy even arrived, Kuo Mu felt a stinging pain on his skin, demonstrating the sharpness of the sword energy.

His expression changed drastically, and a dark light blazed from his chest, forming a thin layer of light around him, firmly resisting the pressure of the sword net.

The silver sword net continued to compress, its pressure growing stronger, and cracks gradually appeared on the light shield.

Seeing that the light shield could hardly hold, Kuo Mu gritted his teeth, burned his life force, and completely released the true energy in the jade Buddha.

Boom—Straight streaks of dark light burst forth from Kuomu's body, blinding people.

Bai Li squinted, then exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, a spotlight!"

As the dark light dissipated, complex runes appeared on Kuomu's body. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression was ferocious, and he felt as if something inside him was about to explode. His whole body swelled up, and he was in excruciating pain.

boom!

Kuomu stomped his foot, creating a large crater on the terrace. He leaped into the air, clenched his fists, gathered all his strength, and clenched down like a battle axe.

Bai Li slowly flipped his sword, and as his eyes opened and closed, an incomparably sharp and boundless sword intent suddenly erupted, causing everyone present to feel a sinking feeling in their hearts and difficulty breathing. Even the six masters couldn't help but take a step back, their faces filled with shock.

"Sword intent! How is this possible?" The master exclaimed in surprise.

A flash of silver light appeared, and the world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The next second, Bai Li appeared in front of Kuo Mu, the tip of his sword piercing the jade Buddha in his chest.

Crack—The jade Buddha first made a faint sound, then shattered into countless fragments.

Before Kuomu could even raise his hands, his eyes gradually glazed over. In the instant the jade Buddha shattered, a wisp of black flame ignited in his chest, quickly spreading throughout his body. His body turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

"Gulp!" The master couldn't help but swallow hard, unable to believe that the treasure left by the Living Buddha had shattered like this. He also couldn't believe that this young man from the Central Plains actually had such strength. It seemed that he was only one step away from becoming a Grandmaster.

Tsering Rinpoche kept turning the prayer beads in his hand. He apologized to the other gurus, saying, "Gentlemen, I am incompetent and will no longer concern myself with this matter." Without waiting for a reply, he turned and left, his back view appearing particularly lonely.

Quzha Lama silently loosened his clenched fist. He couldn't win, he really couldn't win! Even if he tied all six of them together, they wouldn't be a match for him. Resisting would only bring him humiliation.

Bai Li landed on the ground, flicked the tip of his sword to wipe away the blood, and said, "Esteemed masters, I have won. I wonder if the promise you made earlier still stands?"

Master Tashi and the others smiled bitterly to themselves. How could he possibly go back on his word? Judging from his expression, if he dared to renege, they would probably be beheaded on the spot.

Master Tashi put his palms together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, you have comprehended the sword intent at such a young age. You must be a prodigy in the Central Plains."

He paused, then continued, "There's a saying in the Central Plains: 'A bettor accepts his loss.' Since my Potala Palace has lost, the golden statue of Master Phagpa will naturally be offered up, but..."

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"Hmm?" Bai Li narrowed his eyes, his sword flashing diagonally—what, trying to cheat?

"Please do not misunderstand, benefactor."

Tashi Rinpoche felt a chill on his neck and, fearing a misunderstanding, quickly waved his hand, saying, "The golden statue of Rinpoche Phagpa is a treasure of the snowy land. This humble monk can lend it to you for three days, but please do not take it out of the temple. Is that alright?"

Bai Li tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

There was fear, horror, resentment, anger, and hope in the crowd.

"Okay." Bai Li nodded.

Master Tashi breathed a sigh of relief; at least the golden statue hadn't been taken out of the Potala Palace, which preserved a semblance of dignity.

He then clasped his hands together and said, "When will you need the golden statue, benefactor?"

"There's no time like the present, let's do it now."

"Alright!" Master Tashi didn't dare to delay and quickly replied, "Then this humble monk will make arrangements immediately. Please ask the benefactor and this young lady to wait a moment in the guest room in the palace."

"Mm." Bai Li nodded, walked to Xue Bing's side, and took her small hand.

Xue Bing gently lifted the veil of her bamboo hat, her large eyes filled with admiration and tenderness. She tightly grasped Bai Li's hand, her pride barely concealed—this was her husband, so powerful, so dazzling.

The morning sun was shining brightly, casting long, golden shadows on the two of them. The surrounding noise and solemnity seemed irrelevant to them, leaving only the tenderness in their eyes.