Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 588 - 483 Divine Thought Clash + - 484 Enlightenment Fantian_3

Chapter 588: Chapter 483 Divine Thought Clash + Chapter 484 Enlightenment Fantian_3

Instead it gave a significant boost to his spiritual power.

"Not to say, this world indeed abounds with masters. The offensive capability displayed earlier was extraordinary, equal in ingenuity to the Asura Battle Dance, equally exquisite without falling short in the slightest, and without a hint of sinister aura."

Thinking back to Old Monk Xuanming’s eight-armed display of masterful offensive moves, Zhou Ping’an was left in awe.

He had not just advanced in the Qi Refinement path,

but his true strength actually lay in his Body Refinement accomplishments.

To him, these indescribably subtle physical combat techniques compared favorably with the Four Divine Skills he had comprehended from the True Kunpeng Form Diagram,

both serving as unparalleled secret skills for self-protection.

Had it been someone else, they might not have understood the subtleties in Old Monk Xuanming’s techniques.

However, Zhou Ping’an had just expended a huge amount of the Power of Wishes to learn the Asura Battle Dance; now, upon witnessing this Secret Buddhist Fighting Technique, he gained a profound understanding.

The techniques used by the old monk shared about eighty to ninety percent similarity in principle with the Asura Battle Dance.

Only that some parts were used in reverse, subtracting some sinister and eerie moves to replace them with mental attacks like Confusing Heart and Conversion techniques,

while also incorporating the Buddhist Mantra Attack Skill.

They looked grand and sacred, but at their core, they were incredibly fierce, even more domineering than the Asura Battle Dance by three degrees.

"I’ve learned it."

The glint in Zhou Ping’an’s eyes flickered slightly, "I have to thank you, old monk, for handing this gift to me; when we meet again, I will certainly return the favor."

Considering the old monk’s trickery, Zhou Ping’an knew that a confrontation was inevitable, and it couldn’t be avoided.

Whose will be the victor in this vast Jiangzhou?

A proper showdown would still be in order.

As a sliver of Divine Thought from Old Monk Xuanming shattered, the Illusory Realm that had surrounded him also collapsed, dissolving into nothingness.

Suddenly, a ray of warm sunlight rose from the boundless void.

The sound of roaring waves emerged from within his heart.

Zhou Ping’an knew that it was the sound of his blood flowing.

That ray of sunlight grew brighter and larger until eventually, it turned into a massive, burning fireball before his eyes.

Its height and width were indeterminable.

In the end, Zhou Ping’an even lost the sense of distance.

All he could see was an expanse of red.

Boundless and infinite, without any discernible real shape.

"This is the Sun..."

Boom...

It was as if Zhou Ping’an heard an indescribable, thunderous noise in his ears.

As his mind reeled from the shock, he finally regained the sensation in his body.

Subsequently, his five senses returned; he saw the simple yet luxurious interior of the Heart Inquiry Hall, smelled the fresh and pleasant aroma of the Soul Settling Incense, and heard the gentle flow of water...

What he also sensed was a power in his heart, grand and vast like the sun’s might.

His body swayed slightly.

The air inside the room thundered, and even the walls trembled.

He took a light breath.

Before he got a handle on this suddenly increased power, he decided it was best to handle things gently, avoiding any large movements.

"Is this the opening of the Heavenly Origin First Acupoint?"

Zhou Ping’an was exhilarated at heart.

He promptly introspected.

Unlike what he had imagined, his body didn’t form a new orifice or grow any new organ to store energy.

Rather, deep within his heart, in a place nearly impossible to sense with mental induction, he saw a tiny particle.

This particle, like the countless basic particles that made up his flesh and blood, didn’t appear special in any way.

Yet upon deeper inspection, he found that within the particle, an expansive and vast space had opened up.

This space now contained the thinnest threads of warm sunlight, strangely familiar.

"Isn’t this the same giant sun I saw earlier?"

"From my perspective, the energy is so faint..."

Remembering the sun’s overwhelming power he had witnessed earlier and comparing it to the energy he detected now, Zhou Ping’an fell silent.

Without a careful look, the small amount of warm sunlight energy could go unnoticed; it was easily overlooked with a mere glance.

He naturally inhaled towards the sky.

In his spirit, he sensed a trail of starlight falling into the particle.

Filling an infinitesimal particle in the vast emptiness, like dust.

How long would refining this take?

Zhou Ping’an was momentarily stunned.

He discovered that even when he deliberately followed the "Starlight Body Refining Technique" and absorbed a trace of sunlight starlight, the result within that particle was like adding a drop of water to a vast, empty ocean.

"Good news is, after opening this Heavenly Origin First Acupoint, my foundation has increased by a fifth, and strength, speed, attack, and defense have all increased synchronously."

"Bad news is, if I don’t find a good method, it might take a lifetime of hard training to fill this First Body Acupoint to Great Achievement, and even that might not be enough."

"If only there were a sufficient source of starlight energy for a quick replenishment."

As Zhou Ping’an thought this, he fell into new ponderings.

No wonder some Taoist texts always emphasized the need for "Wealth, Comrades, Techniques, and Lands." These weren’t just cliché secrets but truly essential necessities.

...

In Jiangzhou City, Western Fuyuan City...

Nested within the continuous mountain ranges, a peak soared into the clouds.

Halfway up the mountain, interconnected temples sparkled, half shrouded in clouds, half resplendent in gold.

From the foot of the mountain to the halfway point, an expansive avenue broad enough for eight chariots to run abreast was flanked by steps stretching straight upward.

Looking up, one could see thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of steps, with no end in sight.

On the steps, devout believers bowed and prostrated themselves with each step, chanting Buddha’s name, faces full of reverence.

As dusk began to settle,

two bald young monks, one on the left and one on the right, rode powerful horses, holding glass torches in their hands, extending their arms on horseback to light the roadside oil lamps.

Every several dozen meters, they would light a large lamp.

With continuous gallops, the sounds of the horses’ hooves never stopped, illuminating everything in their path as they went along.

As the sky darkened,

the young monks finally reached midway up the mountain, circling the various great halls to light all of Brahma Temple’s lanterns.

Light shone brightly from top to bottom of the mountain.

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