Chapter 122: The Palm Strike
Chapter 122: The Palm Strike
The earth-traveling vessel was nearly shattered beyond repair.
Rolling waves of yin-slaying energy blotted out the sky as the power of Buddhism waned. Even the mere clash of spiritual auras felt like two colossal mountains colliding, unleashing thunderous explosions.
“Ah, practitioner,” the monk said solemnly, “your methods are indeed exquisite.”
As Su Nu materialized, Guanghai’s expression turned grave. He no longer dared treat Lv Yang as a mere Qi Refiner to be toyed with.
Technically, the Dao Contention War forbade external Foundation Building forces. Yet Guanghai’s strength stemmed from the Pure Land’s unique cultivation method—a clever exploitation of status ranks borrowed from the Subduing Dragon Arhat. Though not truly the Arhat himself, he temporarily channeled the Arhat’s power through his connection to the Subduing Dragon Temple.
Pure Land cultivation hinged on enlightenment—realizing one’s unity with the World-Honored One, where “self” and “Buddha” became indistinguishable. But this path required gradual steps. Guanghai, still distant from such enlightenment, first identified with the Subduing Dragon Arhat, a common practice among Pure Land disciples who progressed from temple guardian recognition to cosmic self-realization.
This method, though controversial, offered immense advantages to lower-tier cultivators. Since the borrowed power originated from Guanghai himself, its use in the Dao Contention War wasn’t technically cheating—his ultimate trump card.
Yet Guanghai’s confidence wavered. He’d risked his very identity to borrow the Arhat’s rank, yet Lv Yang commanded an entire Foundation Building realm practitioner! How had he achieved this? At what cost?
“Surely not without sacrifice?” Guanghai’s lips trembled, rage swelling as radiant winds erupted around him.
Lv Yang smirked. “Already losing control?”
Boom!
Before the words faded, Guanghai stomped forward. The ground quaked as golden light erupted, piercing the yin-slaying clouds above. His spiritual pressure surged, and his thunderous chant reverberated:
“When I attain Buddhahood, if my light has limits, failing to illuminate countless Buddha-lands, may I never achieve supreme enlightenment!”
Blinding radiance erupted, an infinite golden pillar splitting the heavens. The Infinite Light Mantra—a spell capable of scouring all demonic obstructions. For Guanghai, it was his most devastating technique.
“Today, I shall eradicate evil and uphold righteousness!”
His majestic form unleashed the celestial light, sweeping toward Lv Yang like a collapsing sky. Yin-slaying energy combusted in its path, and even Su Nu grimaced, her essence clashing with the mantra’s purity. The Holy Sect disciples watched, pale-faced; the light’s searing heat alone threatened grave harm.
Lv Yang, however, laughed aloud.
“Uphold righteousness? Call me a demon, do you? Let’s see who’s truly the monster today!”
Clapping his hands together, the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner unfurled behind him. The Yanluo Patriarch emerged, murmuring, “Took considerable effort, but the majority’s ready.”
Shadows materialized—Buddhist cultivators slain by Lv Yang, now enshrined in the banner. Their chants unified:
“Namo Amitabha Buddha!”
The synchronized incantation coalesced into a radiant, ethereal Buddha, amplifying Lv Yang’s power. The Yanluo Patriarch had indeed mastered repurposing Pure Land techniques, replacing geopathic veins with the spirits of fallen monks.
Su Nu dove into Lv Yang’s body, her peak-strength fusion solidifying the Buddha’s form. The Sage Body Theft Cultivation Technique transformed his Holy Sage Form into a Buddha avatar, its light purer than Guanghai’s Infinite Light, rendering the latter’s attack as feeble as a breeze against golden armor.
“Behold the True Buddha—why do you not kneel?”
The thunderous chant, laced with Lv Yang’s Foundation Building consciousness, shook Guanghai’s psyche.
“Impossible! A True Buddha?!”
The colossal golden Buddha smiled compassionately. “Demon, repent before your Buddha.”
Lv Yang raised his palm. His avatar mirrored the motion, condensing searing, roaring qi into a celestial inferno.
As the strike descended, the heavens blazed.
Every Buddhist cultivator on the battlefield instinctively knelt, chanting reverently:
“Namo Amitabha Buddha…”
Boom!
Silence followed.
All that remained was a vast palm-shaped crater. Hundreds of Buddhist cultivators reduced to ash. Their souls spiraled into the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner.
Holy Sect survivors stared, paralyzed, at the devastation. Guangming—thrice-fortunate to escape Qin Tianhe’s wrath—collapsed to his knees at the crater’s edge.
Beyond the battlefield, the Pure Land’s True Monarch rose abruptly, his face contorted with fury. His Fruit-Rank Treasure had shattered, its destruction confirming Lv Yang’s carnage. Nearly every Buddhist cultivator lay dead, save those Guanghai had delayed earlier. The Dao Contention War was lost. All his schemes, wasted.
Across from him, Qingcheng Feixue of the Holy Sect chided gently, “Venerable One, don’t be so hasty to take offense. Victory and defeat are inevitable. Why, my Holy Sect rarely tastes defeat, yet we never indulge in pettiness.”
The True Monarch’s fury intensified. Of all people, Qingcheng Feixue—infamous for reneging on losses—dared lecture him?
Monstrous!
(End of Chapter)
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