Boom—!
The towering body of Taiwu was struck across the sky, violently crashing into the endless glaciers of the northwest.
A cloud of ice rose.
Mo Yun gazed intently at the massive crack in the glacier; at this moment, the thunderous roar dissipated, and the world fell silent for a time. In the distance, Sun Lichai's struggle with Blood Maple was in a stalemate, and Mo Yun could clearly hear the faint rustling of tiny ice shards tapping, like a fine rain hitting a window lattice.
An ice blade silently attacked from behind his neck, only to be parried by an invisible sword qi.
Mo Yun turned, and Jiu Han's figure appeared and then vanished.
The turbid water frozen in the glacier was originally a dirty yellow, but now it gradually became transparent and bright. The large hole in the sky, created by Blood Maple's impact, had already healed, and sunlight once again illuminated the boundless land. The swordsman stood before the ice wall, and the refracted light and shadows formed a blurry image on the ice surface, as if behind the ice wall was a mirror world, and he stood there as if on a dividing line of separation.
Taiwu leaped out of the glacier, standing proudly in mid-air. Mo Yun looked up; his posture was awe-inspiring, his demonic energy wild and untamed, driving all who saw him to madness.
The Angry Aspect chanted a true mantra, forming hand seals, and slowly, blue-purple, pulsating lightning plasma surged from the Angry Aspect's mouth and nose, condensing into orbs, one after another, flying and swirling around him.
Before long, Simon's tall figure appeared silently before Taiwu's Angry Aspect.
His clothes had completely corroded away, revealing a muscular body, with a myriad of golden swastika symbols covering his jade-white skin, possessing forty-two wondrous forms—what a majestic Bodhisattva descended into the world!
Taiwu, seeing his archenemy, became especially furious. Without waiting for his technique to reach its peak, his three heads roared in unison, "Pure karma elimination, divine thunder of destruction!"
Those lightning orbs suddenly exploded, spewing out terrifying, flower-like lightning towards Simon.
As this dense lightning burst forth, time itself seemed to halt for a moment. Mo Yun watched in shock as this blue-purple destructive light slowly surged towards the Buddhist Son. The light, in the solidified time, seemed like water, flowing gently, with light waves chasing each other like ripples, layering one upon another, the crests growing higher and higher, the power becoming stronger and stronger.
Taiwu's divine ability and spell were so incredibly intricate, controlling even the most subtle energy fluctuations to constantly accumulate rather than dissipate aimlessly.
Everything was stagnant.
Mo Yun's body could not move, his inner qi could not circulate, his spirit could not flow. Only his sword heart, a self-contained universe, was still receiving this sight that his physical body could not perceive, striking out infinite sparks within his mind—gestating, a transcendent sword intent, like a divine bird soaring through a sea of stars, was roaring, as if about to leap out of illusion and rush into reality.
Facing such a terrifying strike, Simon exhaled, formed the teaching mudra, and manifested his Dharma Body.
The Bodhisattva transcends the three worlds, past, present, and future, existing everywhere, in every tiny fragment of space and time.
The Buddhist Son remained still and unmoving, his Dharma Body's hands pressed together behind him.
Golden light permeated, and in an instant, Simon's physique transformed into pure gold.
Shaolin's secret transmission, Divine Rank One, Vajra Body Protection Divine Art.
Not enough.
On Simon's pure gold body, countless swastika symbols flickered. These symbols were like seeds, sprouting and growing into epiphyllums.
These flowers, growing on the Buddha's body, were natural and dreamlike. The standing Simon was like the earth, encompassing all life, and also encompassing all destruction.
Transcendent Divine Rank One, Vajra epiphyllum Dharma Realm.
Boundless lightning, like writhing worms in clusters, crawled upon a perfect, formless flower realm, enveloping Simon into a ball of lightning.
Taiwu smirked, his six eyes on his three heads all flickering with eerie light.
Great Seal—Hell's Underworld Journey!
Eight arms embraced, boundless black tides converged out of thin air, forming a pitch-black sphere. The demon god, holding this object, charged towards the Buddhist Son.
Time remained stagnant, or rather, their battle was already taking place in the cracks of time.
The reason they had not yet fallen out of the material world was solely because of Mo Yun, the observer.
Taiwu charged with his entire body, thrusting Simon, along with the lightning ball, entirely into the black seal.
"Hahahahaha! Little monk! Suffer in hell, wail in death!"
Simon could create a Pure Land, and Taiwu could naturally create hell; this was not a difficult feat.
The black sphere continuously contracted, and it seemed Simon was about to be dragged into hell.
Suddenly, a white light shot out from the black sphere, condensing into a palm, forming the demon-subduing mudra, and fiercely struck Taiwu's chest.
Great Seal—Minor Thousand Realms Womb Treasury!
Huge epiphyllum runes flickered out of thin air, their petals splashing golden light that spread out like a painting and adhered to Taiwu's back. The white light condensed into a handprint pressed against Taiwu's chest, pushing the demon god little by little into the painting.
Taiwu was both shocked and enraged, roaring at the black sphere: "Wait! I will surely break out and kill you again!"
Before his words finished, Taiwu was completely pressed into the epiphyllum golden paper, becoming a vivid portrait in a painting.
Time flowed again.
Mo Yun stared blankly at the floating scroll in the void before him, and the black dot that had shrunk to the size of a sesame seed.
From the black dot came Simon's muffled whisper: "Solve the anomalies, gather the ten Divine Swords… call back… seal… kill…"
His broken words were unfinished, the seal completely contracted, and Simon disappeared.
"Buddhist Son!"
The swordsman frowned, his sword heart reflecting, replaying everything that had happened in that fragment of time.
Now he understood that the Buddhist Son and Taiwu could not defeat each other. Only when the Taiwu Successor gathered all ten Divine Swords, obtaining the power to suppress Taiwu, could the demon god, who had merged with the dark side of the universe, be completely resolved.
The sun shone brightly, scattering infinite rainbows across the ice.
Jiu Han's figure slowly emerged in the rainbow light, forming a large expanse of illusions, countless Jiu Hans. This gaunt, dark-skinned man looked at Mo Yun and softly said, "You cannot defeat me. As long as this ice and snow, covering a third of the world, remains, I will not be harmed."
Mo Yun gently closed his eyes.
He sighed.
He felt a burning fire in his chest.
"You said I can't defeat you."
"Yes, give up."
"Because of these glaciers covering a third of the world."
"Before the power of nature, mortals can only struggle and die."
"Ice and snow are your source; all I need to do is melt all the ice and snow."
"You cannot do that. This is the evil water that surged in from beyond the heavens after Gonggong knocked down the Mount Buzhou pillar back then. Not even a feather floats on it; it destroys mountains and forests. If a person falls into it, the water penetrates the pores, rushes through the five organs, and they drown instantly. This water has transformed into profound ice, extremely hard and strong, difficult to harm with blades and swords."
"I do not accept that."
"Do not accept?"
"I do not accept your divine ability."
"Are you running away? Fine, go flee for your life, just like them."
"If I do not accept the world before my eyes, then the world will be replaced by my sword."
Jiu Han's words continued, a low murmur, a hoarse voice, in the light, so close, yet so far.
The world before his eyes, the world in his ears, the world in his nose, the world on his skin, a world with space, time, gravity…
I, Mo Yun.
Do not accept!
The swordsman's chest became transparent, releasing dazzling platinum light. Something was about to break through his body, something was about to break through the shackles of illusion, to let out a roar to the world outside!
Crack—
Mo Yun's chest shattered.
An endless galaxy burst forth from the shell.
The highest profound meaning of the Heart Sword, breaking through the limitations of Divine Rank One, evolving the universe!
Sword Realm!
Light!!!
In an instant, the sword intent erupted, enveloping heaven and earth.
Rivers and seas flowed backward!
Mountains rose and fell!
The great sun lost its color!
Your words, I do not accept, so I will use my sword to replace your world!
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