Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 752 - 585: Xuan Ming’s Surprise Attack + - 586: Self-Immolation_3

Chapter 752: Chapter 585: Xuan Ming’s Surprise Attack + Chapter 586: Self-Immolation_3

Even within the perception of his soul, he felt as if he wasn’t on the battlefield, nor had he ambushed Bai He; it seemed like he had been in the Quiet Room all along, meditating and comprehending the Dharma.

’Have I not moved at all this whole time, engaging diligently in cultivation? Could it be that all that happened before was the doing of a mind demon?’

This thought had just flashed through Monk Xuanming’s mind.

When his heart was filled with great urgency.

This anxiety burned like a blazing fire, leaving one no peace.

It made him realize that this was no illusion nor the work of a mind demon, but an actual ambush— he’d been caught in a trap.

Just like earlier, when he had waited for the right moment to launch a sudden attack, ambushing Bai He.

"No matter what kind of ambush, within a single move, it would be folly to try and break my Yin Yang Bodhi Golden Body; I must carry out this palm strike to first eliminate Zhou Ping’an’s right-hand men."

Recalling the glimpse he caught earlier, seeing Bai He with his Black Waters Mysterious Snake Dharma Form and the Dharma Sword merged together, displaying boundless Divine Power... Monk Xuanming did not hold back, but instead rallied all his Cultivation, following the trajectory in the depths of fate, pressing down as usual, but with even greater force.

Boom...

Light and shadow reappeared before his eyes.

He saw a figure being struck till the golden light shattered and flesh scattered.

Screams echoed in his ears, and amidst the mist of blood, a familiar twisted and deformed head met his eyes.

It was the Prefectural Governor Han Guang.

"Junior Brother Han? How is this possible?"

Monk Xuanming’s vision darkened once more, not because he fell for a trick this time, but because his Qi-Blood surged up, almost making him vomit blood from anger.

In the flash of a moment, the enemy had actually used the Shifting Stars and Mountains method to swap the positions of Han Guang and Bai He.

Such a technique, while available to the Brahma Temple, was also possessed by the Cloud Water Sect.

"Overturning Sea..."

The effect of the Cloud Water Sect’s signature Divine Skill, Overturning Sea and Upturning River, flashed through Monk Xuanming’s mind.

He then knew exactly who was coming.

And why they could attack him with such impeccable precision.

Turns out, Zhou Ping’an had been hiding on the side all along, watching...

Such restraint in his will.

To watch with his own eyes as his master, beloved, and brothers, were all in peril, yet still remain motionless.

To watch thousands of soldiers under his command fall, yet still hold back from taking action.

Waiting all this while for him to show himself.

’What virtues do I have to deserve this?’

A flicker of self-reproach passed through Monk Xuanming’s heart.

Thinking that he had done too much recently, to the point where he had become a thorn in the enemy’s side that must be removed swiftly.

The attacks that followed were likely to be vicious.

Thoughts flashed like lightning in his mind, all in an instant.

Monk Xuanming had only enough time to activate his Yin Yang Bodhi Golden Body to the extreme, turning his whole body into a solid statue of dark gold Buddha.

Then he felt a sharp pain at his waist.

Hiss...

Passing water and drifting waves.

A beam of Sword Light swept across from the air.

It seemed not to be in this space, appearing out of the void, and then cutting back into nothingness.

His dark golden indestructible body could not withstand it.

Though it had blocked endless sharpness, it could not stop that unparalleled strength.

He was cleaved right through from the waist, forcefully.

Old Monk Xuanming’s upper body had just lifted half a foot.

Pain pierced his heart.

He grunted, reaching down with his hand to grab his lower body and forcefully press it against his waist and belly, fusing them together.

The other hand swept across his chest, pulling out a Jade Buddha Statue half the size of a palm.

"Great Brahma Prajna, Ten Thousand Spirits Prayer!"

The old monk’s lips moved slightly as he murmured the Incantation.

In the void, it was as if a passage had opened. In an instant, a grand and vast column of white light covered ten square li, with the Jade Buddha as the center, pouring down.

Faintly, one could hear countless murmurs.

"Great compassion and mercy..."

"Save from suffering..."

"Faithful men..."

"Faithful women..."

Countless voices of prayer, at first like the fluttering wings of mosquitoes, soon swelled into a huge roar like the ocean’s tidal waves, the sound echoing through heaven and earth.

Until it became the unified shouting of hundreds of thousands or even millions of people.

The strength of this Incense Prayer Power was so immense that the mere sound of its rumbling shook and distorted the ten-li battlefield, making it difficult for everyone to move.

Even the Tiger Vanguard and Lion Guardian, whose moods had fluctuated several times, were frozen in place, finding it extravagant to even take a single step.

Let alone Zhou Ping’an and Su Lianxue.

Their eyes were filled with more joy than shock as they watched Zhou Ping’an, who had suddenly appeared and cut Old Monk Xuanming in half with a single slash, their eyes brimming with elation.

Even in the face of this sea of white light.

They seemed to suddenly have no concerns at all.

Forcing Old Monk Xuanming to use Chitong County’s decades of incense foundation in this battle, even if they couldn’t win completely, they had already achieved their goal.

...

What is the most difficult aspect of Brahma Temple to handle?

The disciples of Cloud Water Sect as well as the Tang Family and Pei Family all know it well.

It is the Incense Prayer Power.

Despite operating for two thousand years and not having expanded its territory nor fully controlling an entire province,

Brahma Temple’s foundation in Jiangzhou is nonetheless incredibly profound.

This sect, standing on faith, cannot even be contested by the Imperial Court in this great province.

Nominally, Jiangzhou is under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Court.

But in reality, everyone knows.

Officials appointed to serve in Jiangzhou only have the rights to tax collection and nominal appointments and dismissals, the real power resides with the monks.

They decide who progresses.

The more devout the faith, the better one’s life will be...

Of course, the prominence of Brahma Temple in Jiangzhou isn’t without benefits.

At the very least, it makes governance by the Great Yu Court much more convenient, and the people under its rule live somewhat more comfortably compared to other provinces and prefectures.

A heart of compassion, after all.

No matter the hierarchy, the faithful must be treated well.

Except for years of great disaster, there are seldom people dying of starvation within Jiangzhou’s borders.

One could say, having widespread faith across the counties isn’t so bad.

So much so, when a major calamity was imminent and disaster after disaster followed, although Cloud Water Sect saw an opportunity and was not far from Jiangzhou, it never thought of setting sights on this land.

Instead, they operated only in Yunzhou.

It could be seen as an unspoken agreement.

As for Jinhe’s Tang Family standing in Jinhe County, and even farther from Brahma Temple are Zhao Mountain and Guangyun County, they simply cannot compare to Chitong and Nanping.

These two counties are directly under the influence and control of Fuyuan Fantian Base Camp, and are naturally distinct.

Under such circumstances.

One can imagine just how much Incense Prayer Power Brahma Temple, being the only dominant force, has accumulated in Chitong County.

Marshalling just a fraction of it is enough to drown a person.

Furthermore, during a life-and-death moment, Old Monk Xuanming, in a burst of full effort, drew upon the Faith Power to such an extent that it approached the limit this world could accommodate.

Even for Zhou Ping’an, right now, it felt as if he was wrapped by countless tons of seawater, barely able to move.

With a sword in hand, yet unable to swing a second strike.

The bad news was that he couldn’t move and could only "enjoy" the endless bombardment of white light descending upon him.

The good news was, Old Monk Xuanming couldn’t move either, and although the slash at his waist was healing and rejoining, and the aura on his body was once again strong and vast,

He, after all, was locked in place just the same.

"The next moment will be your death, Zhou Ping’an. You should never have, out of greed, tried to achieve everything in one go and followed to Chitong County," said Old Monk Xuanming, as the black color on his left face quietly faded, his eyes brimming with limitless compassion, looking at Zhou Ping’an as if staring at a dead man.

The jade Buddha statue in his hand grew brighter and brighter.

It seemed that in the next moment, it would gather forces and issue a strike that surpassed the limits.

Zhou Ping’an, sensing that overwhelming danger was drawing ever closer, fixed his gaze on the jade Buddha for a long time before finally diverting his eyes and said with a laugh, "The world is unpredictable, calamity may actually be where fortune lies, and fortune may depend on calamity. How the end will turn out, who can really say?

Xuanming, you consider the overall situation as settled, yet you never thought that you are actually presenting a great gift to this general."

He broke into a smile.

In his mind, the Hong Lian stirs, and a crimson flame soars into the sky.

Countless beams of Faith Power, like moths to a flame, were burned en masse by the raging Karmic Fire Divine Flame, turning into a torrential flood of prayer power.

Merging into his Divine Soul, it turned into a formidable will.

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