A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 311 Meeting is Immediately Upon Thought

Early in the morning, Guan Luoyang was having breakfast with his landlord and his daughter.

During this period, he outwardly acted according to Li Mingwu's lifestyle, walking, sitting, and lying down. Every day during the day, he went out to participate in training and learn related technologies of holographic games and game character programming.

After returning, he would occasionally run into Liu Anshan and his daughter Liu Susu, chatting and eating together, and his behavior towards others was completely normal.

In reality, he only retained a small portion of his consciousness to maintain his outward appearance and daily life, while the vast majority of his mind was devoted to cultivating various martial arts related to genetic information.

To date, Guan Luoyang has used the Heavenly Demon Heart Method to devour and reconstruct the essence of three sets of genetic martial arts: the Ancient Five Elements Qi Weapon, the Blood and Sweat Separation and Union Divine Skill, and the Qi-Eating Immortal Great Method, leaving a new imprint in the Heavenly River Dao Foundation.

The watch Yan Zhen gave him contained a great deal of information, but it had already deduced martial arts techniques applicable to level eight and even level nine psionic users. In total, there were actually less than ten sets.

However, after Guan Luoyang's absorption and reconstruction, the supernatural imprints that can be extracted from each genetic martial art are not just one type. For example, the "Ancient Five Elements Qi Weapon" extracted five types of imprints.

Two types of the "Blood-Sweating Separation and Union Divine Skill" were extracted. Three types of the "Eating Qi to Immortality Great Method" were extracted.

With more supernatural imprints, the power of the Heavenly River Orthodox Method became increasingly profound. Guided by these genetic martial arts, it was fed back into his physical body in different categories. Recently, Guan Luoyang seemed to be able to feel that every cell in his internal organs, blood vessels, skin, and stomach was joyfully and frantically consuming them.

It drives the entire physical body to continuously evolve.

The profound mysteries of the Heavenly Demon Heart Sutra were further explored by Guan Luoyang as he interacted with these genetic martial arts.

However, at the dinner table, Liu Susu looked distressed and was clearly distracted while drinking her porridge. She didn't even take off her glasses, which were covered with a thick layer of fog.

In addition to his daily work, Liu Anshan has been secretly coordinating with undercover personnel through various seemingly ordinary channels and secret codes to prepare extensively for observing the psionic satellite. He was so exhausted that he didn't notice.

Guan Luoyang, though still retaining a sliver of consciousness on the surface, remained sharp. After eating a piece of sausage, he asked, "Susu, what's wrong?"

Over the past two weeks, Liu Susu has become quite familiar with "Uncle Li," and when he asks her questions, she readily tells him about her worries.

"Our class monitor committed suicide."

She poked at the porridge in her bowl, looking sullen. "It happened in the middle of the night last night. There was a message in the class group that the class monitor didn't do as well on the test this time. She was still studying last night, and suddenly she jumped off a building when her parents weren't looking."

Liu Anshan was taken aback: "They couldn't save him?"

Liu Susu shook her head: "I don't know, it seems she's still in the hospital. Our class monitor is usually very cheerful and likes to help others; she even helped me a few days ago..."

As the girl spoke, she began to choke up.

Liu Anshan quickly patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "With the current level of medical care, as long as she can be taken to the hospital, she should be able to be saved. If you're really worried, I'll take a day off today and go to the hospital with you to see her."

"But..." Liu Susu sobbed, "But the teacher said that if the class monitor wakes up, the school leaders will bring a few class representatives to see her, but I'm not a class representative."

Liu Anshan sighed: "It's okay, I didn't say you had to go with them. Just ask for leave, your teacher won't be so unreasonable."

Liu Susu took off her glasses, wiped away her tears, and then nodded.

"Your eyes are all red. Go wash your face and rest for a while."

After Liu Anshan let Liu Susu return to her room, he sighed, "Kids these days have too much schoolwork."

Guan Luoyang had seen some of Liu Susu's assignments and wholeheartedly agreed.

These students have to learn far more than children of the same age in the early 21st century, but they do not have psionic chips implanted, so their energy, physical abilities, and memory during their developmental stages are no different from those of children in the past.

Many of the jobs in the Eight Leaves Academy can already be replaced by artificial intelligence. Therefore, the higher-ups of the Eight Leaves Academy can also maintain strict score requirements without any mercy to eliminate these children, forcing the teenagers to squeeze out their potential and select talents from them who can become technical workers, researchers, Bhikkhu warriors, or higher spiritual practitioners.

The higher the position, the fewer people there are, and the more resources they can receive that far exceed their own needs. It is precisely this extremely affluent or even luxurious living environment that is used to entice people at the next level to work desperately, raise their children, and try to squeeze into the next level.

As a result, their hard work provides more social resources, but they themselves remain in the same position, or they may fall into an even more unbearable situation due to age or a sudden upheaval.

The reason why there are so many unemployed people in the various provinces under the rule of Hachiyoin who can only make a living by turning prayer wheels is inseparable from their increasingly strict education and work system.

Liu Anshan sat at the table in a daze for a while, probably thinking about a lot of things, and slowly said, "I want to say something."

Guan Luoyang understood his meaning; he tapped his finger on the table, instantly drawing him into his heart.

"..."

Looking at the vast expanse of white mist around him, Liu Anshan let out a long sigh and said with a smile, "It's really amazing. It's called the Sea of ​​the Heart, but you can still take deep breaths here, and the air feels much better than outside."

Guan Luoyang said, "It's all about human feelings. You just feel relaxed here."

Liu Anshan sat back on the sofa: "I used to think that I had adapted to real life. After all, I'm not like some of my colleagues who need to relax by playing games. But after experiencing this environment where I'm not afraid of being spied on, I finally understand what true relaxation feels like."

Guan Luoyang nodded understandingly and said, "I can step back and let you rest here for a while. Five minutes in the outside time means you can rest here for a long time. I'll call you back when it's time to leave."

"No, no need."

Liu Anshan quickly waved his hand and sat up straight. "Let's get down to business. This time, I mainly want to ask Mr. Guan for a more specific date."

"Those of us who were in hiding had been making preparations for more than half a month. The deaths of Dakini and Tian'er were a real shot in the arm. With Mr. Guan coming over, the atmosphere of doing something big was very exciting for us. However, it also made things more difficult to endure."

Liu Anshan chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I'm already finding it hard to bear, let alone the fact that many of the people infiltrating are older than me, all of them adults before the Great Cataclysm. It's even harder for them to bear."

Guan Luoyang asked in surprise, "Old man?"

Liu Anshan nodded and said, "They are very reliable and courageous seniors. Although they no longer have the chip, they still have some influence from their past psionic energy. Their minds are sharp and clear, and their memories are good, so it is inevitable that they will miss the past more easily."

"Mr. Guan should also know that before the Great Cataclysm, the country north of Burma had already taken the lead in forming a large alliance with unified government. The current territory of the Eight Leaves was once part of that country. At that time, there were class differences, and I heard that there were frequent small spiritual disasters. But the old folks all felt that things were much better back then than they are now."

He said with a smile, "I heard that now, Mr. Yan's group is doing even better than they did in the mid-23rd century. We all really, really want to make this place as good as it is now."

Guan Luoyang was quite moved. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then tell them to wait ten more days. After ten days, I will make my move."

In the process of practicing these gene-based martial arts recently, Guan Luoyang has also been constantly integrating the wonders of the Thirty-Six Methods of the Heavenly River and gene-based martial arts into his swordsmanship. He doesn't just randomly knead them together, but rather he incorporates them in a crushing and transformative way, honing his skills with each integration.

While maintaining the purity of sword intent, it seeks continuous sublimation and growth.

In ten more days, Guan Luoyang will be able to use this method to elevate his sword intent to the point where he can directly cleave through a level nine spiritual energy fluctuation.

Taking Sukara, who is located in the province of Indra, as a benchmark, in their last encounter, he was able to directly confront the most powerful first-line blade, causing Guan Luoyang to suffer internal injuries.

But if he dares to stick his hand out and press it against the blade again after ten days, he should be prepared to lose at least his entire arm.

"Ten days? Okay, I'll find a chance to tell them today."

Liu Anshan was thrilled, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Actually, we are usually quite composed, or rather, quite tolerant, but the atmosphere lately has been so intense that some things that we could barely hold back have just become unbearable."

"after all……"

He unconsciously clenched his fists. "It's better not to think about it, but once I do, those people from the Hachiyoin are just... just too much!!"

"Even though the technology is already this advanced, and even if just a tiny bit of resources were released, everyone could live well, and the actual benefits to themselves wouldn't be less than what they have now, they just won't do it."

Guan Luoyang said, "Maybe those people just want to see everyone else suffer more, to see others work themselves to the bone to get something that is disproportionate to their efforts, so that they can appreciate how comfortable their own lives are and feel happier."

"Oh!"

Guan Luoyang smiled, "But where there are people like them, there are also people who are keen to crush them."

After a long while, Liu Anshan finally calmed down and forced a smile, saying, "I really lost my composure today and wasted Mr. Guan's time. Let's go out."

"fine."

Guan Luoyang waved, and the two returned to the living room.

Liu Susu also came out of her room, her face still damp from washing, and was about to go to the dining table to wipe her glasses.

Guan Luoyang also took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and prepared to get up to get his briefcase so he could go to the training class as usual.

Suddenly, a strong sense of discomfort surged through his body.

It seemed that in that instant, everything around me became unnatural, disharmonious, and uncomfortable.

The nature of the environment may not have changed; what has changed is his state of mind.

On a whim, alarm bells rang loudly.

Guan Luoyang's coat suddenly swelled up, countless fibers grew and expanded, turning bright red, like a blood-red waterfall rushing out.

With a single swipe, Liu Anshan and his daughter Liu Susu were swept into a giant blood-red sphere.

He originally intended to take the two people underground with him, but he didn't expect that overwhelming sense of crisis would approach so quickly.

The bright red color had just spread throughout the living room when a hand pressed against the front door.

A perfect, flawless ball of light emanated from the palm of my hand.

The metal shattered into tiny, pebble-like pieces, then continued to crumble in front of the palm. In the bright light, the metal fragments had become indistinguishable to the naked eye, yet…

Still crushing! Crushing! Crushing! Crushing!

The molecular structure was broken, and everything was submerged in the incandescent white light.

The intense light, like a boiling ocean, crossed the doorway and invaded the living room.

Rilian Xuehai took a step forward, his tall figure stretched extremely long and dark in the light, his raised hand leading the expanding light to Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang punched into the light, and endless darkness rippled behind him, reaching the depths of the void. The vacuum divine power mixed with the distorted gravity field, transforming into a huge dark dragon shadow. The dragon's head rose up and merged with his arm, emitting a long and endless dragon roar.

The moment the fist and palm collided, before the ripples of force generated by their collision and compression could spread, the hand that was guiding the light suddenly changed.

That hand seemed to blend into the light, which is why it could transform into all sorts of graceful gestures at an incredible speed.

Like a peacock, like offering flowers, like holding a pearl, like begging for alms.

The ripples that were about to spread out seemed to rewind, shrinking back and converging into those mysterious hand gestures.

It wasn't a reversal of time, but in some ways it was even more terrifying than changes involving space and time, because it was pure, with the utilization rate of energy reaching its limit.

Through changes in hand gestures, all the energy present in the surrounding environment flows towards him, uncontrollably, and towards those mudras.

Just as all rivers flow into the sea, torrential rain falls to the ground, clouds cannot escape the capture of planets, and meteorites are uncontrollably thrown towards the sun.

Regardless of the nature of these energies or where they originally intended to go, once they appeared in this vicinity, they were destined to be dominated by the hand seals of the Sun Lotus Snow Sea.

The surrounding light was swallowed up, and the darkness was absorbed.

In the dimly lit environment where the light and shadow were indistinguishable, only one right palm turned out, its palm lines, knuckles, and fingers spread wide. Every detail was so clear and profound, filled with a texture that seemed to pierce through reality and leave its mark on people's hearts.

The right palm was pushed out again, followed by the left palm. The two palms overlapped and pushed towards Guan Luoyang's head.

Guan Luoyang clasped his hands together, slightly crossed them, and raised them above his head, his hands already gripping the handle of a finely carved and polished black jade knife.

His scabbard was still in his personal space, but he was already holding the hilt in his hand.

The sword was drawn from its sheath, but it looked more like it was drawn from thin air.

As the sword was drawn, it was accompanied by an extremely violent cracking sound, so vivid and unreal that it was hard to tell whether the sound was real or just an illusion resonating in one's soul.

A sharp, resounding roar shook the void, and only then did this sword appear in the world.

With a fierce and resolute strike, he cleaved through the darkness and struck the hand seal of transformation and return to origin.

From the outside, the Liu family's house looks as if it has suddenly shrunk inwards.

All the furniture, electrical circuits, ceilings, walls, and metal doors and windows turned into fine dust like quicksand, drifting in the air, and even quickly decomposed to a degree that could not be seen with the naked eye.

Like an ancient building, it has been completely weathered away by time, disappearing without a trace amidst the sands and dust of years.

The divine garment transformed into a bright red sphere, enveloping Liu Anshan and his daughter, and disappeared underground, continuing to penetrate deeper until it exceeded the depth detectable by radar.

Guan Luoyang, on the other hand, had to remain on the ground. His disguise had been exposed, and he no longer had his coat.

He was left only with a black shirt, slim-fitting trousers, and broken shoes, with the blade of a knife hanging diagonally.

"They came so fast."

"Because I learned of your existence a second ago, I couldn't help but have murderous intent. I knew you would sense it, so I had no choice but to come quickly."

In the central area surrounded by eight mountains, within the underground palace, images and coordinates have just been displayed on the screen of Brahma's brain.

The lingering image of the Sun Lotus Snow Sea, standing to one side of Brahma's Brain, is now gradually fading away.

The intelligent machines guarding the area suddenly realized that the Grand Master's true form was no longer there.

In the city, in front of Guan Luoyang.

"Upon closer inspection... what a ferocious blade! The claim that it destroyed my Eight Leaves seems to be true."

Nichiren Sekai exclaimed in surprise, "In that case, I cannot let you live for ten days."

(End of this chapter)