Chapter 41: Ideals, Reality, and Sci-Fi (Seeking Readers!!)

Chapter 41: Ideals, Reality, and Sci-Fi (Seeking Readers!!)



"My uncle had a son, my cousin, named Yang Tian, who was extremely gifted in the Martial Dao. However, during a mission, he was killed by the Supreme Buddha Sect, and his mind essence was harvested."

"After that, my uncle became obsessed with tracking down the Supreme Buddha Sect. It became his heart's affliction, and he now treats it as a heart demon."

"This battle is tricky..."

Zhang Chongba quickly explained the current situation to Ji Jingqiu, asking him to retreat with the Security Bureau.

"Specialist Zhang, aren't you leaving the drones?" Deputy Director Jin asked, "They can still provide cover for you."

Zhang Chongba shook his head:

"Fire suppression is meaningless against this thing. Only we four Four Realms warriors here can harm it. Among us, Ah Dao inflicts the most damage."

"Did you see the golden flame that just exploded? It's the 'Deity' Ah Dao nurtured."

Deputy Director Jin wiped his sweat, "Specialist Zhang, won't you ask for assistance from the local deities of Taian City? We've offered several statues here..."

"I've already issued a mandatory summons!"

Zhang Chongba interrupted,

"The local deities are on their way. Now, take my brother to safety in the Upper District! We'll do our best to contain the battle within a few miles."

Ji Jingqiu, standing nearby, remained silent.

He didn't want to leave, but he knew he wasn't a match for that thing. Staying would only get in the way.

The Bodhi sapling, however, had its own ideas, constantly conveying its excitement to him—excitement, and more excitement.

He glanced at his inner world and saw Fat Tiger hugging his head in a corner, looking like he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself, clearly having experienced a complete childhood.

The Bodhi sapling swayed happily, emitting a green and misty aura, its entire body shimmering with emerald green.

Ji Jingqiu hesitated for a moment, then asked the Bodhi sapling for a solution.

If it was like that jade Buddha, he was confident the Bodhi sapling could suppress it.

But this Buddha, outwardly pure white and inwardly pitch-black, was not an easy opponent. The four Four Realms warriors could only injure it, and approaching it was a challenge. How could they possibly turn it into fertilizer? Unless it was like Li Buyi, willingly entering his inner world.

Ideals were lofty, but reality was harsh.

The sapling's answer, however, was rather sci-fi—

Spread the net, and the birds will fly in.

Ji Jingqiu followed the Bodhi sapling's intention and sat down, spreading the net, waiting for the birds to fly in.

...

Zhang Chongba rushed to the front.

Cold Blade stood before him, frowning as he watched the pure white Buddha attached to the man he was protecting.

They sensed that the Supreme Buddha Sect member below was in poor condition, his vital energy depleted. This was their chance.

Even if they weren't a match, they just needed to stall until the latter's source was exhausted, and this evil Buddha incarnation would become rootless.

"Time is tight. I'm summoning the local deities to arrive. You hold on for a while." Zhang Chongba spoke gravely.

"Alright." Cold Blade responded crisply, and after a brief pause, he slashed again, suppressing the evil Buddha's golden flame within the man.

As they watched, the man, used as a cauldron for the evil Buddha, suddenly withered, as if all his vital energy had been refined.

At the same time, a pure white light burst forth, sweeping away and purifying the blade intent Cold Blade had implanted within it.

The pure white Buddha sat in the void in the lotus position, raising one hand and smiling, its voice booming with divine sound! It was supposed to be a Buddha's voice, but it was actually a demonic sound! Even though Cold Blade quickly infused his blade with divine energy to counter the evil sound, he couldn't stop the pure white Buddha's influence. All the living beings within a mile became its offerings! If not for the relatively low population density in the lower district, thousands would have perished!

In just a moment, dozens of people became the Buddha's offerings. Cold Blade's face was filled with pain. He opened his shirt and with the tip of his blade, he drew blood from his heart, forcefully activating the divine energy within his blade.

In the Federation's Martial Dao, all things were believed to possess innate spirituality.

And the pinnacle of spirituality was divinity.

The so-called mind lamp was the height of spirituality.

When the mind lamp reached its peak, spirituality would be sublimated to its most brilliant, giving birth to divinity.

This was the so-called Martial Dao Deity.

Zhang Chongba didn't move, but he was already drenched in sweat.

He was acting as an anchor, drawing several local deities from the mental sea of Dong San Huang Xing to descend upon this world.

Deities couldn't directly manifest in reality; they needed an anchor.

Just like the evil Buddha incarnation was currently anchored to the Supreme Buddha Sect member below.

After receiving the human offerings, the evil Buddha's body glowed with light, its aura expanding.

Around it, unfamiliar shadows appeared, filled with compassion, looking sacred and sinister, like countless Buddha shadows.

It spoke solemnly, "When I attain Bodhi, my light will illuminate without boundaries, and I will be the sole Supreme Buddha in the world!"

In an instant, a sea of pure white fire seemed to wash away the world's impurities, transforming into an endless sea of fire surging in all directions.

Witnessing this, both Zhang Chongba and Cold Blade's expressions turned grim.

The evil Buddha incarnation was draining its believer below, maximizing its power and releasing pure Buddha fire.

If this wave of pure fire spread, all living beings it touched would become its offerings! This guy was trying to establish a coordinate in this area, and even without someone to summon it, it could descend and manifest using that coordinate! The Supreme Buddha Sect indeed had grand plans for this planet! A stream of pure energy, like heavenly fire flowing against the current, surged into Yang Yan's fist. He punched upwards, channeling years of accumulated emotions—pain, torment, hatred, sorrow, and despair...

Countless complex emotions merged into his fist intent, like an iron cavalry breaking through, carving a path through the sea of fire and suppressing its full eruption.

And then...

The old man strode forward, his aura fierce and unyielding, as if delivering a punch from a deity.

His pale hair and beard fluttered like a lion's mane, and within his furious gaze, a golden light shone, as if a deity descended from the heavens.

The white-robed Buddha's spellcasting was interrupted, and he revealed a wrathful Vajra countenance. The pure white light surrounding him transformed into a palm strike, crushing down as if to smother the old man.

Witnessing this, Zhang Chongba's eyes widened in shock, his heart and mind almost failing to maintain their composure.

It wasn't the wrathful expression of the Buddha that startled him, but the old man's disregard for his own life.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his words trailed off halfway.

He had nothing to say, for there was nothing he could do to stop a father who was willing to sacrifice his life to avenge his son.

Finally, Zhang Chongba heaved a heavy sigh, and from the depths of his mental sea, he summoned several indigenous deities.

"The evil Buddha is before us," he shouted. "Divine escorts, take your positions on the left and right!"

Three shadows, crimson, azure, and white, appeared behind Zhang Chongba—the well-known local deities of Taian City.

Although they were only fourth-rank deities, the lowest of the divine ranks, Dong Sanhuang Star was still their territory. Together, they could expel this evil Buddha's divine essence.

The three deities bowed slightly:

"We obey the Inspector's orders."

Under Zhang Chongba's cold gaze, Wu Di, who hailed from the Starlight Corporation, had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow the old man who was willing to risk his life to strike at a deity. He stood by the old man's side, providing protection.

Witnessing this scene, Cold Blade sheathed his sword and began his contemplation, preparing for his final strike.

To deal with such so-called "deities," any material-level attacks were useless. Often, the only options were suppression and expulsion, let alone killing them; even permanently weakening them was difficult.

Unless their essence was damaged or their divine status diminished, they were immortal.

This was the case with Elder Yang, whose iron fists and indomitable spirit remained vigorous, relentlessly pounding the pure white evil Buddha into countless scattered rays of white light.

But it was all in vain, like dispersing a cloud—merely a temporary dispersion, with the essence remaining untouched...

Yang Yan was well aware of this.

But what could he do? Since it was futile—

Should he hold back his punch? Should he let go of the grudge he had harbored for over twenty years? Should he accept his son's death in vain?

Should all his efforts over the years be for nothing?

Yang Yan, having elevated his spiritual essence through secret techniques, had eyes that shone with golden light, his spirit soaring as he continuously threw punches.

Each punch seemed valiant but futile, yet his face remained calm, his expression nonchalant, showing no signs of dejection or despair. With each punch, he seemed to see himself, striking with thunderous force, each blow more courageous than the last.

But the more Yang Yan fought, the more Zhang Chongba felt a pang of sorrow and a sense of oppression in his heart.

An unprecedented feeling of frustration and anger filled this stout-hearted man's chest, as he witnessed Yang Yan's relentless struggle.

Even Wu Di, who was unaware of the situation, couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for Yang Yan, despite not understanding his actions. He felt a twinge of admiration and a sense of loneliness.

Such was the way of the world.

Some people and things were not worth risking one's life for, no matter how many punches were thrown.

Some things were simply impossible.

Even if a celestial being descended today, what could they do against this Buddha?

They could only expel or disperse this incarnation.

As long as one tried, it was like a fairy tale...

And that was why Zhang Chongba ordered the divine escorts to surround the evil Buddha, allowing Yang Yan to focus solely on his punches.

Even if his wish was ultimately unfulfilled, these countless punches would at least... ease the pain, wouldn't they?

...

As time ticked by, Yang Yan's punches fell like rain, gradually dispersing the evil Buddha's incarnation, causing it to repeatedly shatter and reform in a continuous cycle.

To everyone's astonishment, they discovered that the evil Buddha, constantly being smashed apart, was shrinking. Where was its essence flowing away?

At that moment, Yang Yan's spirit surged, and he threw a punch upwards.

After that punch, the countless shrinking white Buddhas and the rain of blows were all repelled, scattering in a thunderous fall.

Following the punch, the old man stood there, dazed, his aura slowly diminishing.

It was as if, at that moment, he saw the divine essence he had struck down from the evil deity, a strand of filial piety from his son.

It was as if he saw his son from years ago, waving goodbye, turning his back, and walking away, just as he had done when he grew up and left for the distant lands.

Yang Yan suddenly burst into tears, but they were tears of joy and contentment.

Joy! Joy!

Although he didn't understand what had just happened, he felt no regrets in this life.

...

...

A kilometer away.

Deputy Director Jin hid behind a wall, peeking at the distant battle.

He turned to look at the persistent young man who refused to leave, even finding the time and focus to meditate.

He sighed.

Why was this young man so stubborn? Not only did he refuse to leave, but he insisted on having Deputy Director Jin stay and watch over him.

He began to ponder whether to knock the young man unconscious and carry him back to the upper district. If something happened, how would he explain it to Commissioner Wu?

In his inner world.

He gazed at the budding Bodhi sapling, growing taller with each new branch. He also observed the evil Buddha's essence, like a baby sparrow in a pot, being fed by someone.

Ji Jingqiu deeply felt that, aside from reality and ideals, there was something else.

It was called science fiction.

It was like lying down and having fertilizer delivered to your door, or sitting idly by the roadside and having a slim-legged sister offer you milk tea, asking for your WeChat.

This science fiction story had finally come to him.

It was like accumulating good deeds for years, finally receiving blessings in this young man's life. Ji Jingqiu, with a vibrant spirit, guarded the Bodhi sapling, which had finally taken root and was no longer withering. He counted the "jackpot" he had never won in his life:

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten..."

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Continue writing, the next chapter will likely be posted at dawn. (End of Chapter)

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