A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 319 A Flood of Spiritual Light Sweeps Away the Sky

This slash descended like a towering peak, with sunlight piercing through the clouds and cascading down, possessing an unfathomable and majestic grandeur.

Sun Lotus Snow Sea retreated three steps quickly. Vishnu's Three Steps to Cross the World's Measuring Heaven and Earth Seal was used by him for retreating and dodging, and the speed was indescribable.

Even so, after he took three steps, he still felt a coolness in the center of his forehead, and a crack appeared, revealing an amber-colored alloy skull. Golden coolant flowed from the wound onto the bridge of his nose.

Guan Luoyang missed with his first strike, then leaped forward like a meteor, raising his blade and stabbing out from his side.

Nichiren Yukkai dodged to the side, the blade almost grazing his abdomen, but he formed the Peacock Seal with his hand, transforming it into the Vajra Seal, and punched the blade from the side.

The tip of the blade was deflected, and Guan Luoyang held the sword horizontally in front of him with the blade facing outwards, pushing with both arms.

As he pushed the knife forward, the blade shone with such intense light that it was almost impossible to tell whether the knife was a physical object or a pure beam of light.

It also involuntarily brings to mind the sword light that had just sliced ​​through heaven and earth, cleaving the towering three-faced, six-armed statue of a god. Its violent and domineering aura was such that no one dared to directly confront its sharpness.

However, Nichiren Yukami sensed a strong sense of something unusual from the blow that had just shattered the blade.

"bluff!"

He was also intimidated by the momentum of Guan Luoyang's thrust of the knife, his spiritual energy trembled violently, and the focus of his electronic prosthetic eye was severely affected, making it impossible to stabilize.

So much so that in his eyes, when Guan Luoyang pushed his knife, his figure was sometimes near and sometimes far, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, sometimes ethereal, and sometimes extremely powerful.

But the more critical the moment, the more he chose to trust the intuition beyond his six senses.

"Striking such a blow consumes far more energy than the energy replenishment efficiency of the energy circulation around you, and you simply cannot recover to a full state in a short time."

"If I had dodged that shove and you had caught your breath, that would have been a mistake!"

Nichiren Sekai shouted loudly, daring to reach out her hands towards the most dangerous spot in this extremely perilous situation.

He moved the imprints of the mountains, one hand holding the earth, the other the mountains.

The earth is below, and the mountains are above, facing each other. When the two palms come together, the mountains and the earth together suppress the sharp edge between them.

A deafening buzzing sound suddenly resounded throughout the entire city.

Nichiren Yukami's hands truly caught the section of the blade that was being pushed horizontally.

The blade also possessed a powerful vibration, like a dragon eager for freedom, struggling to break free and letting out a fierce roar.

However, the exquisite nature of the Sun Lotus Snow Sea Seal Technique, with its unparalleled control over energy, caused the shockwave to be transformed by his palms upon contact, intensifying the force that suppressed and tightly restrained him.

I didn't make a mistake!

He was indeed severely injured!

These two thoughts flashed through Nichiren Sekai's mind, and she immediately made up her mind.

The frustration and shock of witnessing the majestic statue being slashed seemed to vanish, and he regained his unparalleled confidence.

The story has been slightly altered, but the ending remains the same.

I am the one in charge of this story, and you are all at my mercy!

His aura surged, and although he lost the support of the satellite, his psionic activity seemed to be about to reach its peak again. The surrounding rain of aura light and psionic moisture that was dispersing seemed to be reabsorbed by him.

The dynamics of all things, both in the heavens and on the earth, produce a subtle change.

Regardless of the surrounding high-rise buildings and streets, or the wind, clouds, and rain in the sky, there is an atmosphere of wanting to pay homage to him.

The whistling and groaning of the longsword were suppressed by his rising power and immediately subsided.

In fact, at this moment, his palm had only just touched the blade; it was just the change of two thoughts in his mind that triggered a series of reactions.

It all happens in the blink of an eye, in the blink of an eye.

Guan Luoyang loosened the hilt of his sword and turned around.

This spinning movement seemed to be synchronized with the arising and ceasing of a thought in Nichiren Setsuna's mind, a flash of thought in her brain, completed in an unbelievably fast manner.

The long sword was still hanging in mid-air, held between Nichiren Yukami's hands and suppressed.

Guan Luoyang's right hand had just loosened its grip on the hilt when his left hand touched it again, gripping it in reverse. Using this spinning motion, faster than a thought could arise, he suddenly unleashed a burst of power, drawing his sword! A dragging slash!

Clang!

The blade light escaped from between Rilian Xuehai's palms, flashed across the sky, and struck him in the waist and abdomen with a Heavenly River Collapse.

The saffron-colored monk's robe was suddenly torn into pieces of rag from the wound, which flew violently in all directions.

Nichiren Yukkai was cleaved by the blade and sent flying backward, her upper body completely exposed to the air. From the cut, countless cracks spread across her entire body through her bionic skin, revealing a copper-amber-like color beneath the cracks.

His momentum was still surging, and his spiritual energy was overflowing. He barely realized that he had been slashed by a sword.

Human thinking speed is actually limited, and the continuity of thought is easily interrupted. However, with the cultivation of psychic energy, the continuity between thoughts will become stronger and stronger.

Even if Mount Tai were to fall on top of you, or even if the moon were to crash down on you, it wouldn't be able to disrupt the coherent thought process of an eighth-level psionicist.

However, Guan Luoyang's blade was both as vast and fierce as the Milky Way, and as unrestrained as a celestial demon, seeping in unnoticed and magnifying the originally insignificant cracks within his coherent thought process.

This strike cleaved into the crack, creating a chasm-like mental divide.

Nichiren Yukkai was still caught up in the emotions of the previous second. Her body, which was arched as she flew up, was grabbed by Guan Luoyang's right hand, pulled back, and slammed heavily to the ground.

The ground was deeply sunken, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rampantly, kicking up clouds of dust wherever they went.

Guan Luoyang placed one foot on Ri Lianxuehai's chest, gripped his sword with both hands, and pointed the blade downwards.

With a clang, it pierced his skull.

The blade pierced through the alloy and cut open her brain. Only then was Nichiren Yukkai awakened by the icy coldness that had penetrated her entire mind, letting out a roar filled with shock and rage.

His psionic energy transformed into a golden-blue gale, emanating uncontrollably from his body.

The wind made Guan Luoyang's hair flutter, and the hem of his shirt and the cuffs without buttons also rustled.

"You! Things shouldn't be like this."

Nichiren Yukkai reluctantly raised his hands and grabbed the blade. His head also struggled, and the radiance of his spiritual energy, like golden-blue flames, flowed out from the wound on his head and his seven orifices.

"This is even earlier than Brahma predicted..."

"This shows that his calculations were inaccurate."

Lightning flashed across Guan Luoyang's blade as he flicked his wrist and drew the sword.

"You've dragged them all into your story, so I'll be the one to judge it!"

Nichiren Yukami's body stiffened, her electronic eyes lit up, and then went completely dark.

Guan Luoyang looked back.

The Great Master met his gaze, his whole body trembled violently, black smoke billowed from several parts of his body, and his brain felt as if it had been hit. He fainted on the spot.

The light in the clouds surged like a tide, and the heavy rain spread.

Liu Anshan and his daughter once again felt the sphere protecting them rising.

This time, the ascent was much faster than before. Soon, the crimson sphere protecting them disintegrated, revealing that they were once again standing on the ground.

This appears to be a highway between the city and the mountains.

A heavy rain was falling from the sky, and the luminous raindrops landed on the father and daughter in twos and threes.

Liu Anshan wiped his face, but found no trace of moisture. However, he suddenly felt a deep sense of sorrow and melancholy, which gradually dissipated.

"I think I..."

Liu Susu pointed to her forehead where the rain had just touched her, and said somewhat blankly, "I feel much more relaxed."

Liu Anshan suddenly burst into tears, feeling both sorrow and relief.

call! ! !

The bright red cloth whistled up from around the father and daughter and flew into the sky with a whooshing sound.

Liu Anshan then realized that the piece of cloth protecting them was actually quite long.

When it took flight, its colors were so vibrant, and its posture so graceful, like a long river of red ribbons, or a spirited crimson dragon.

It flew towards the horizon, chasing after a figure soaring through the sky.

The agents planted by the United Regime within the Eight Leaves had been constantly pursued and intercepted, but suddenly found that the atmosphere around them had relaxed.

Those hiding in the base peered out and discovered that the intelligent machines that were hunting them had stopped moving.

They then realized that it shouldn't be dawn yet, but it was already light outside, and many luminous raindrops were falling from the clouds.

The road is lined with tall trees, casting deep shadows.

An elderly man with white hair sped by in a car, his face ruddy, laughing loudly as he spoke.

"I've been driving a taxi for forty years without a single minor accident. Can you catch up to that in forty years?"

Everyone on the bus was pale, their faces showing signs of nausea. Some people were staring intently at the rearview mirror, their brows furrowed.

The ambushers, speeding along treacherous roads deep in the mountains, suddenly realized they could no longer see their pursuers in their rearview mirrors. Surprisingly, a coded message indicating safety automatically appeared on their outdated car display screen.

As the vehicle drove through the shadows cast by the dense forest, it gradually slowed down. When it reached a sparse area of ​​shade, the people in the car hesitated and looked back.

They didn't see any pursuers, but they did see a luminous downpour passing through the area, the glowing raindrops penetrating the trees and falling on them.

In the Narayana region, not only have all members of the intelligent mechanical forces ceased operation, but even the Bhikkhu warriors have been temporarily silenced due to the intelligent auxiliary programs installed in their prosthetic bodies.

The light spread, and the rain poured in all directions, crossing cities, mountains, lakes, and fields, and sweeping into other cities.

Guan Luoyang's figure, however, was only pointing in one direction.

A fierce battle raged in the skies above the province of Indra.

The air forces of the coalition government were locked in fierce combat with Indra's air defenses, and the long border defense line, from near the ground to the clouds, was marked by the whistling of explosions.

The massive army of intelligent machines, operating like an ant colony, fought against the warriors of the united regime.

Leopold's every move possessed the power of a raging ocean, yet he was repeatedly blocked by the Fifth Mirror and could never break free.

The situation in the high sky was even more dire. Despite Sukhara mobilizing satellites and using psionic signals converted from city electricity, he was still unable to defeat Yan Zhen. The battle was evenly matched.

"Leo!"

Leopold's watch emitted a message, a hidden electronic signal that traveled through internal conductors to a translator beneath his brain, undetected by the outside world.

This is an emergency communication from Jiushan.

"The situation is urgent. Do not resist. I will convert your soul into data and retrieve it."

Leopold had a bad feeling, but he knew that now was not the time to get to the bottom of things, so he immediately cooperated fully, while on the surface he continued to deal with Fifth Mirror.

Fortunately, Fifth Mirror's defensive and binding methods are extraordinary, but in terms of attack, he is nothing compared to other experts of the same level. It is not difficult for him to feign an attack while secretly advancing.

Just then, the Fifth Mirror, which was floating in the air and moving the prayer beads, turned its gaze towards them.

Leopold was taken aback when he saw the white-haired, ancient-dressed hermit close his eyes and a horizontal line suddenly appear on his forehead.

Fifth Mingjing lifted his forehead and eyelids, revealing a pair of clear, transparent eyes with distinct black and white colors. The extremely clear black and white texture seemed to be able to see through past and present lives.

Leopold was surprised and suspicious when he was looked at. An anger rose in his heart, and his mind was suddenly filled with an inexplicable rage, and his psionic energy surged.

"What are you doing?" Jiushan snapped. "Calm down and cooperate with me!"

Leopold leaned back slightly, feeling a faint sense of dread.

"No, this isn't my anger!"

He shouted and raised his hand to release a beam of light, which blasted towards the Fifth Mirror.

The beam of light struck the Fifth Mirror, shattering into pieces. Hundreds of large intelligent machines around it were hit by the scattered beams, creating holes in them, and collapsed to the ground.

However, the Fifth Mirror was also shaken and drifted back a distance.

When he used the Great Compassion Heavenly Eye, the operation of his Pure Land True Body was inevitably somewhat less refined, but his third eye never closed, and he kept a close eye on Leopold.

Leopold was suddenly overcome with sorrow, feeling as if snow was falling in June and the world was filled with desolation. Looking back on his more than three hundred years of life, he realized that he had accomplished nothing. Three hundred years later, when he met an old friend again, he was mutilated and had his body and arms severed.

Such a piece of trash should just die.

He sensed something was wrong and tried to calm himself down, but his injuries from Guan Luoyang breaking through all his mental illusions had not yet healed. Now, stimulated by distracting thoughts, his spiritual energy surged, and all sorts of thoughts emerged, becoming even more chaotic.

Jiushan made a decisive decision: "Never mind, I'll sacrifice a portion of your spiritual energy foundation and only transfer the main soul data to you..."

His message ended with a string of gibberish.

Another sophisticated fluctuation from the electronics field has invaded this place.

At the same time, a high-pitched and resounding sword cry rang out from high in the sky.

A flash of light appeared, reaching the stratosphere and destroying the satellite; as it slashed downwards, its momentum was overwhelming, its power overwhelming mountains and rivers.

Su Jieluo was locked in fierce combat with Yan Zhen when he suddenly saw the blade of light descending like a guillotine, and he quickly raised his hand to block it.

With a loud crash, Sukhara was slammed to the ground.

The blade light that struck him seemed to have a life of its own, leaping and expanding. Instead of converting the force of his fall into penetrating power and driving him directly into the ground, it dispersed, leaving him with only a half-meter-deep crater in the ground.

However, the octagonal net-like white light blade marks expanded from his body to more than a kilometer away.

Sukhara roared repeatedly, supporting himself with the entire net as he stood up from the ground. His roar shattered the knife marks, only to be met by a slash that swept down from the sky and passed him by.

Like a lion vanquishing a demon, its majestic roar faded in an instant, leaving only lingering echoes.

The blade that had just passed by Sukhara was already in front of Leopold.

Leopold retreated rapidly, waving his arms.

With a raise of his left arm, only half of his left hand remained; apart from the thumb, all four fingers were missing, and the severed hand revealed the luster of alloy.

With a swift movement of his right arm, it was severed at the elbow; the blade flashed, leaving a slanted wound on his chest.

He had only retreated ten meters when he dared not move any further.

Because that knife, that person, was much faster than him.

The blade was already pressed against his brow, its tip even piercing the bionic skin and penetrating the alloy skull, causing a slight stinging sensation in his brain.

The bright light on the knife dimmed slightly, allowing him to see the person's face clearly.

He didn't even need to look to know who it was, but compared to the last time, this time he was defeated too quickly. Still unwilling to give up, he stared intently, and sure enough, it was... Guan Luoyang.

Leopold sighed in despair, and then saw behind Guan Luoyang, Sukhara's head suddenly spin and fly off his neck, exploding into a firework in mid-air.

Guan Luoyang didn't talk to him. He simply turned his head to the side and waved his left hand, causing the large army of intelligent machines that occupied the entire battlefield to come to a standstill.

Ninety-nine percent of the noise on the battlefield disappeared as a result, leaving only a clear voice returning here.

"Listen carefully, from this day forward..."

His words were powerful, and everyone listened.

"The Eight Leaves have changed hands!"

Splash splash splash splash—

The announcement was accompanied by a strong wind, and in the wind, a crimson cloak descended from the sky.

One end of the cloak had already fallen onto Guan Luoyang's shoulder, while the other end, like a winding dragon, floated in the air, extending towards the distant Spirit Rain Sky.

Heavy rain today, eight leaves revolution!

(End of this chapter)