A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 316 Fifty Years in a Disaster-Free Land

No sooner had he finished speaking than Guan Luoyang unleashed a palm strike.

The streetlights in the vicinity had all been destroyed in the previous battle, the buildings were riddled with cracks, and the lights inside had flickered and disappeared, making it a dark place.

The distant lights, like fireflies, couldn't reach here, and the slivers of moonlight in the sky were also obscured by the shadows of tall buildings.

The temperature is even more bizarre; the effects of thermal lasers and cold rays have filled the area with a damp and stifling fog.

However, when Guan Luoyang struck out with his palm, the world became cool and the temperature was harmonious. The fog was swept away, and countless tiny points of light suddenly emerged in the surrounding air, flying freely like insects or water droplets.

The more of these points of light appeared, the larger the area covered by the light became. In an instant, they rushed away, carrying this cool light from Guan Luoyang's side to the place where the Sun Lotus Snow Sea was located.

The same palm strike that leads to light, the current situation, and the palm strike that Nichiren Yukkai broke into the house at dawn earlier, are surprisingly somewhat similar in appearance.

However, its core is completely different.

The palm strike that Nichiren Sekai delivered was the Surya Light Seal, one of his thirty-six conductor seals. Surya is the name of the sun god, who in mythology rides a chariot drawn by seven red horses, traversing the sky like the sun in motion. The light in the seal carries the qualities of the sun's fury and the galloping of wild horses.

The palm technique appears to be luminous, but it is actually a high-temperature concentration and a wild collision that incinerates matter below the molecular structure, releasing immense energy.

Guan Luoyang's palm strike, though also light, was a watery light, containing the true essence of the Heavenly River Orthodox Dharma.

The cultivation of the Heavenly River Righteous Law requires condensing the ethereal magical power into a substantial "Primordial Heavy Water" that circulates within the body.

This immortal water weighs ten thousand jin (a unit of weight), while a drop of natural water weighs only about one gram.

This "uni-element heavy water" was originally condensed from ethereal energy, but its density is equivalent to five million times that of ordinary water in nature!

Moreover, the fact that such a high-density substance can exist in a liquid state demonstrates the profoundness of the Taoist principles, which are truly pure, strong, soft, and profound, with gravitational movement and integration into one.

The deeper principles behind this are something that should only be pondered after one has cultivated to the primordial spirit realm. The vast majority of practitioners of the Heavenly River Orthodox Method simply follow the path opened up by their ancestors and sages, without understanding the underlying reasons or possessing sufficient spiritual attainment to explore the changes within.

Only Guan Luoyang, at this moment, with the true meaning of the Heavenly Demon, reviewed the cultivation of the Heavenly River Orthodox Method, and then used the ever-changing energy of the Vacuum Divine Power as a medium, was able to readily expound some of the profound mysteries of the Immortal Dao True Water.

Playing with the stars and the sun, the Milky Way's palm strike!

Of course, Nichiren Yukkai was unaware of the many entanglements behind this palm strike, but she instinctively sensed a great threat. Her expression became solemn, her eyes gleaming. Suddenly, she raised both arms, her crimson robe billowing, and she took three steps into the air.

As he took those three steps, his figure was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, his aura doubling and increasing dramatically, becoming grand and lofty.

Although all three steps were completed in front of him, with normal strides and no stride length, they gave people the feeling that each step covered an extremely long distance.

The conductor seal method does not necessarily involve hand movements. This is one of the thirty-six conductor seal methods, which is simply demonstrated by the stepping posture: the measuring of heaven and earth seal!

Legend has it that Vishnu, the great god who maintains the world, once disguised himself as a dwarf and made a bet with a great demon who threatened the rule of the gods. He claimed that no demon could invade the land within three steps of the dwarf. Then, Vishnu took one step across the heavens, one step across the human realm, and on his third step, he stepped on the great demon's head, banishing him to hell.

The third step of the Measuring Heaven and Earth Seal was originally meant to kill any opponent, no matter how far away they were, as long as they were within the sensing range, by stepping on their head.

The distance between Rilian Xuehai and Guan Luoyang was less than a hundred meters. This distance was negligible for powerful figures like them. However, after taking three steps, he only covered half the distance before encountering Guan Luoyang's palm strike in mid-air.

Hundreds of luminous water droplets, like free-flying insects, approached and, seemingly out of nowhere, caused a massive tide that swept across the heavens and earth, inescapable and insurmountable.

When Nichiren Snow Sea pressed down with the third step, the stalemate lasted less than a second before he felt an immense surge of power, causing his knees to tremble slightly.

His eyes flickered, and he took the initiative to retreat.

A phantom formed from a massive amount of psionic energy, glowing with golden-blue light, remained in its original position in mid-air, barely managing to hold on for a while.

As the true form retreated, its hands moved in a series of hand seals as it swept backward. From the layered illusion of hand gestures, a right hand emerged and slowly made a grasping motion.

Whoops! ! ! !

That loosely clenched hand seemed to become the eye of the storm in the world, instantly forming a huge tornado that connected the clouds above and the earth below.

The tornado is shaped like an hourglass, with the hand-like opening in the middle forming the very narrow and thin waist of the hourglass.

Narrow streaks of lightning flashed within the tornado, all originating from the thinnest part, passing through the eye of the fist, connecting the clouds and the earth.

More and more psionic satellites above the clouds were being mobilized. Before the psionic energy from the satellite constellation further away could be mobilized, the psionic signals stored in the nearby satellites had already been completely plundered, to the point that several satellites went completely dark.

On the ground, some tower-shaped psionic base stations in the surrounding blocks suddenly flashed with light before dimming.

Nichiren Sekai's true form also bears the "wish-granting seal"!

Compared to the imposing manner with which Vajrata used a skyscraper as a medium to unleash his treasure, this is a far cry from the previous description.

At this moment, Nichiren Snow Sea actually used the Heavenly Wind Tornado, the raging torrents and lightning bolts as immeasurable wealth, holding them in his palm and in his fist.

The comparison between the two is like comparing a nouveau riche from the countryside with a giant who unwittingly controls the world's finances.

This thing is a secret, intangible, and illusory; can it be considered wealth? Can it be valued?

Priceless!

The phantom in the air has been torn apart and destroyed by the invisible tides.

Thousands of bright water droplets gathered into a crystal-clear palm print and pressed down.

Nichiren Yukami met the attack with a punch.

As fists and palms collided, Nichiren Yukkai felt an extremely strong and fierce barrier blocking her way at first. However, after the intense clash of fists, she was able to break through it to some extent and penetrate it. But then, an overwhelming force that was both soft and hard, and impossible to resist, surged back.

The true path of immortality is to eliminate falsehood and preserve truth.

The two sides, one real and one illusory, clashed and burst forth with strange and ever-changing colorful light, making it difficult to distinguish between them.

With a clash of fists and palms, the water droplets gradually evaporated, and the tornado dissipated, leaving only wisps of ring-shaped wind in the air, swirling and spreading, turning into a gale that blew up many tall buildings nearby and far away.

Countless LCD screens and tempered glass on the exterior walls of skyscrapers were blown around, buzzing and rumbling, and cracking.

Vajra was finally able to break free from the wall and fell weakly down, seemingly dazed, his mind replaying the wish-granting mudra that Nichiren Snow Sea had just cast.

Although the thirty-six sets of conductor printing methods were all created under the supervision of Nichiren Setsuke, whether it is Nichiren Setsuke's own statement or the experience of the four mountain masters, they are still considered to be effective.

These thirty-six sets of seal techniques are too comprehensive. Some of these techniques even interfere with each other. Practicing multiple techniques together can lead to mediocrity. It is far better to focus on one technique or practice only a few techniques that can be combined.

Vajrata, who held the financial power of the Eight-Petal Monastery and was extremely proud of his mastery of the Varada Mudra, suffered a great defeat and a major setback today. After a few inexplicable dry laughs, his severely injured mind seemed to stiffen, and he fell into a daze.

The Great Master did not get too close. From a distant rooftop, he manipulated a flock of intelligent machines resembling red-eyed crows to approach Vajra, lifting his body and moving him away into the distance.

The auxiliary intelligence within the body was controlling the crows, while the Great Master's own brain and mind were focused intently on the battle situation on the Sun Lotus Snow Sea, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

He was an absolute expert in prosthetic technology and was usually full of clever ideas. However, after the self-awareness of Brahma's brain was born, he lost his composure for a short while because it was so unscientific.

Even the Great Master of Wisdom never underestimated him deep down. When it came to Liu Anshan's affairs and he was preparing to make plans, he would always inform him first, which shows how high the Great Master of Wisdom's usual level was.

Unfortunately, even the most skilled cook can't make a meal without rice.

The Grand Master's displayed strength has exceeded expectations.

When Guan Luoyang's individual combat strength is at its normal level, it is still able to fight on equal footing with a major sect leader who has exceeded expectations and mobilized a lot of satellite support.

The Great Master simply couldn't think of anything else in the Narayana region that could add a significant advantage to the battle.

All he could do was try to mobilize more satellites and directly notify the Indra Province, and that was all he could do.

"How could this happen?"

The Great Master, still unwilling to give up, pondered with unrealistic hopes, "In this situation, which of our trump cards can we still use... Grand Master, could there be any trump cards I don't know about...?"

After landing, Nichiren Yukami swayed slightly and took a small step back, her fists still feeling damp.

His expression shifted, his eyes flickered, revealing a complex mix of emotions: shock, excitement, the tense anticipation of stepping into a perilous adventure, unease, and... a furious laugh as if he had been scorned.

"Truly powerful, but..."

He looked at Guan Luoyang, "You want to continue fighting me in this state?"

Guan Luoyang moved his hand away, revealing his face. Countless golden data streams cascaded through his eyes like a waterfall. He turned his palm upward, extending an invitation, and asked in return, "Why not?"

The Great Master stared in shock, his electronic eyes adjusting their frequency and his pupils constricting as he fixed his gaze on the data in Guan Luoyang's eyes. He heard the voice of the Brahma Brain once again.

"Don't even think about it... Don't think you can kill me like this... You can't hold me..."

The voice of Brahma's mind changed, without a physical medium, and his thoughts were transmitted intermittently through electromagnetic waves. The timbre contained the voices of an old man, a young man, a man, and a woman.

"You can't trap me!!"

As an electronic life form, even though his spirit body had been cleaved into pieces by the blade and then devoured, he still did not die.

However, he could also feel death approaching.

The freedom he once enjoyed in the online world has vanished. He feels like a giant statue made of salt and soil, fallen into the sea, and no matter how much he struggles, he can only float on the surface for a short while.

As the tide rises and falls, it will sweep him back into the sea, where he will be continuously broken down.

Guan Luoyang's spiritual world is like a vast, ever-changing sea with its turbulent waves.

Nichiren Yukkai chuckled and suddenly attacked, rising into the air with her robes fluttering. Her figure seemed to grow ten times larger as she swept her hand across her neck and thrust it out.

The sky seemed to have lowered a corner, and more spiritual energy poured into him.

The wind and clouds surged, echoing his palm strike.

The Great Master opened his eyes and looked, but he couldn't tell what kind of hand seal it was. However, a story suddenly came to mind.

Ganesha, the son of Shiva and Parvati, was ordered to guard his mother's dwelling. However, he was inflexible and refused to allow Shiva to enter. Enraged, Shiva cut off his head, but later reattached it with the head of a baby elephant, thus bringing him back to life.

That was the death of Shiva's son, but it was also the true birth of the first god, the god of removal.

First cut off its head, then nothing can withstand its attack.

After this palm strike was truly unleashed, it was as if Rilian Xuehai had vanished entirely, leaving only a ball of sacred flame from the First Sacrifice, golden and red, shimmering in the void, ready to engulf and incinerate anyone who dared to approach.

As soon as the hand seal was completed, Nichiren Yukkai's figure flashed again in the sky, his thumb and forefinger clasped together, and his hands came together to chop down.

Before this seal is broken, another seal will be made.

The Great Master's expression grew increasingly shocked.

He discovered that the hand seals the Grand Master was currently using were not among the thirty-six sets of conductor hand seals, but each one had a corresponding story, so much so that he could read the corresponding artistic conception from the spiritual energy with just a glance.

He suddenly understood why the Grand Master didn't care that Guan Luoyang had obtained the divine intent of the thirty-six seals.

The Grand Master's hand seals have long since reached the point where they remain true to the same principle despite countless variations, and one principle can give rise to countless techniques. He can probably perform as many hand seals as there are stories in the Eight Leaves Mythology.

If Guan Luoyang had truly devoted himself to studying those thirty-six seals, it would have been tantamount to lowering his own standards. When he unleashed those thirty-six seals, it would have been as if he had turned his own path into a part of the Lotus of Snow.

How can a divided body possibly defeat the whole?

However, Guan Luoyang did not care about the seal, as if it were just something he picked up casually. Even now, he did not use the seal to fight his enemies, but simply flicked his sleeve and drew his sword.

As he drew his sword, sparks flew, lightning flashed, and countless chaotic white rays of light burst forth, creating a vast and bewildering spectacle.

A malevolent aura swept across the sky, as if the entire world, the vast wilderness, and every place within sight and every inch underfoot were filled with a piercing white light.

The various new seal techniques of the Sun Lotus Snow Sea, which had never been seen before, were immediately broken by this blade light and swallowed up, cut inch by inch.

His entire figure was obscured by the glint of the blade, only appearing briefly before being swallowed up again.

However, as more and more psionic satellites were mobilized and injected signals, the battle situation never completely shifted.

Moreover, Brahma's mind is still struggling.

Wait, is he still struggling?

The Great Master looked on in horror and saw that the voice of Brahma's brain was growing weaker and weaker.

Amidst the flashing blades, Guan Luoyang slashed out with his right hand, while his left hand suddenly flicked its five fingers as if plucking a string on a musical instrument.

The golden data flowing down his face no longer appeared chaotic.

The Heavenly Demon decomposed, and the power of the Vacuum God changed endlessly, simulating the most delicate electrical signals, which were played out from the tips of his five fingers like thousands of threads.

Several key military locations in Narayana were suddenly taken over by force. The intelligent programs responsible for defense avoided them like obedient guard dogs, and even launched a counterattack, decrypting layer by layer.

The intelligent machines started acting up and seized control of the main control room.

The guards launched a counterattack in a panic, not knowing what had happened.

But the missiles in their base had already been launched one after another.

The target is the cluster of psionic satellites over the Narayan region.

"He... after swallowing Brahma, is he really able to do the same things in the online world as Brahma?"

The Great Master's mind almost stopped, and he watched in despair as numerous missiles took off.

He understood perfectly well that once these satellite constellations were destroyed, the Grand Master would quickly fall into a disadvantageous position, or even be killed or forced to flee.

Whether the Grand Master is dead or gone, the Eight Leaves will soon be removed from the list.

"finally……"

Amidst the flashing blades, Nichiren Yukkai's voice rang out, filled with boundless emotion and profound meaning.

Has even the Grand Master given up hope?

"Finally, someone has forced me to use this tactic."

Nichiren Setsuna sighed, "Although this wasn't originally prepared for you, I can still read you the lines I had prepared long ago."

He laughed and said, "Guan Luoyang, have you ever seen the beautiful sight of a sky full of stars exploding?"

Guan Luoyang lifted his eyelids.

boom!

Boom boom boom boom boom boom...

The Great Master looked up at the sky in bewilderment.

The missiles hadn't even hit them yet, so how did the psionic satellites explode one after another?

When were those satellites fitted with self-destruct devices?

The satellite exploded.

The psionic energy began to dissipate.

What the Great Master didn't know was that not only Narayana, but also the psionic satellites of all the other major provinces in the Eight Leaves Territory, except for Indra Province, were exploding.

In the stratosphere, spiritual light surged and the vast ocean surged, disrupting the ancient tranquility and rushing away.

Psychic power is a very personal kind of power.

In this world, everyone is unique. Even if they share similar beliefs, it is difficult to maintain a stable psychic resonance. Therefore, it is necessary to use technological means to store, transport, and regulate it.

Psionic energy is like water, and technological means are a combination of river channels, sluice gates, dams, reservoirs, ditches, and transportation pipelines.

The application system, which uses psionic satellites and psionic base stations as hubs and is equipped with hundreds of auxiliary instruments, is a very complex system. When it was first established, countless talents in the scientific community devoted themselves to it with all their heart and soul.

However, there is another phenomenon in this world where psionic energy can spontaneously gather in the air and create enormous destructive power without the assistance of any technological instruments.

On the other side of Narayan province, inside a mansion under the cover of night.

A short-bearded scholar wearing wire-rimmed glasses is writing furiously.

He is an expert with a very high popularity on various media platforms. Not long ago, he was invited to give a lecture on the program "The Eight-Leaf Temple distributes prayer wheels for free, and Narayana completely eliminates the unemployed".

The report he is writing now is a follow-up to that program. It mainly uses the distribution of prayer wheels as an example to explain the concern of the Hachiyoin leadership for the grassroots people, and also criticizes the coalition government for not treating the grassroots people as human beings.

"...The distribution of prayer wheels provides every unemployed person with a way to receive living supplies and gives everyone the opportunity to experience the existence of psychic energy. It can also be said to be a subtle way to cultivate psychic energy control. However, this method is not like the approach of the United Regime, which would bring disaster."

Although few people use pen and paper nowadays, in the Hachiyoin academic circle, using pen and paper on certain documents has become a way to distinguish oneself from ordinary people.

The scholar's handwriting is beautiful, but what's even more beautiful is his pen. The price of this pen alone, even if it's secondhand, is enough for an average person to buy a three-story house in a residential area.

In his report, he cited some examples whose veracity was uncertain and wrote down data he couldn't recall hearing from anywhere.

"Within the territory ruled by the United Government, a dictatorial style prevailed. The forced installation of psionic chips completely disregarded the freedom of the people, resulting in more than 5,000 psionic disasters throughout the territory within a year, causing enormous damage to the safety of people's property."

"In contrast, our Hachiyoin has not experienced a spiritual calamity for a full fifty years..."

At this point, the scholar paused, feeling that it was a bit of a cliché.

The fact that Hachiyoin has been free of spiritual disasters for fifty years has been boasted about by countless of his colleagues, to the point that many are probably tired of hearing it.

The scholar thought about it for a moment, then continued writing.

Although it's a cliché, it's true. Every report has to contain some factual information, and this is the only part that does.

"For fifty years, there have been no spiritual disasters. What a magnificent achievement that is! Even the most prosperous era of human civilization before the Great Cataclysm could not compare to our Eight Leaves..."

boom!!!!

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the lights in the mansion flickered, their intensity fluctuating.

The scholar looked up with some confusion, his expression flickering in and out of focus under the lamplight.

His house has the highest level of security. Not to mention thunderstorms, even if the entire house were placed in a high-altitude thunderstorm area, the signal lights, water and electricity supply would not be affected.

He stood up, intending to ask the smart assistant to check, when suddenly a loud bang startled him so much that he fell back into his chair.

It sounded like thunder, but he had never heard such a terrifying thunderclap in his entire life.

The scholar looked up blankly, then suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of panic.

Despite the ceiling blocking his view, something flowing through the clouds was still seen and imprinted on his mind.

Those were just snippets of a vast amount of information, the tip of the iceberg, a drop in the ocean amidst endless complaints and depression.

But it made him feel as if he were being pointed at by everyone, causing him to tremble, his brain to heat up, his body to twitch a few times, and then he collapsed, tears and snot streaming down his face, uttering meaningless syllables.

"Eight...Eight Leaves...Honor...Buddha's Dharma..."

"No, no, it's about... money..."

I didn't mean it, I didn't do it, it has nothing to do with me, don't look for me, I was just doing it for the money.

The statue of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva hanging in the study seemed to be watching him with a serene gaze.

That night, in the eight provinces, thousands upon thousands of people, resembling the short-bearded scholar, were suddenly gripped by fear, fell ill, or went mad.

The faint light in the sky, the immense light, was still flowing and descending.

Three faces, six arms, a graceful figure, as if a prelude to dance.

His body did not seem real; his indigo skin towered into the clouds, his head was close to the sky, and his feet were close to the ground. Hundred-story buildings were like sand dunes at his feet.

The entire Narayana was bathed in the radiance cast by that figure.

It was late at night.

The sky brightened, as if it were daytime.

Nichiren Sekai escaped from the flashing swords, admiring the beautiful scenery he had been preparing for fifty years ago.

This is Hachiyoin, a place that has been free from disaster for fifty years.

here it is--

The Calamity of Mara!

(End of this chapter)