“This contains more than three hundred years.”
No sooner had the words fallen than a shocking wave rippled through the lake of the heart, layers of waves tumbling and burying all invading demons.
The battle of the mind is even more mindful and metaphysical compared to martial arts. If one were to use martial arts, one would easily fall short in such a battle.
In Qing Yu’s mind, he has the home field advantage. Wu Nian’s divine sense could only be considered an external demon, to be precise.
However, since Wu Nian dared to enter the depths of Qing Yu’s mind and fight to the death, he naturally had no weaknesses.
“Shake the earth and gather the human heaven, release the divine light and cover the sun and moon.”
The Buddha’s light was so great that Wu Nian chanted Buddhist sutras and his body blossomed with infinite light.
In the Buddha’s light, dozens of Buddhas revealed themselves, and the light of the Buddha above their heads joined together to open up a world of bliss in Qing Yu’s mind world.
“Mahayana Tirthankara.”
A Buddha’s heaven above Wu Nian’s head was separated from Qing Yu’s, and the waves of his mind lake rolled over, but it was difficult to reach within the Buddha’s light.
“The ‘Mahayana Heavenly Buddha Record’, the supreme masterpiece of the Dharma Sangha, you have even started to cultivate it?!” Qing Yu said in astonishment.
If Qing Yu had previously estimated that Wu Nian’s Nirvana was a mixed success, after seeing this supreme masterpiece of the Dharma Sangha Temple, his heart raised its success rate to 80%.
The “Mahayana Heavenly Buddha Record” began with Dharma Sangha’s ancestor, Venerable Sanzang.
When Venerable Sanzang first arrived in the PeaC*ck Dynasty, his Sanskrit name was “Mahayana Tibbana”, meaning “Mahayana Heavenly Slave”.
After he had defeated many Buddhist monks of the PeaC*ck Dynasty, his Sanskrit name was changed to “Mahayanatibanu”, which means “Mahayana Heaven”.
This “Mahayana Heavenly Record of Buddhism” was created by Venerable Sanzang after he had achieved the name “Mahayana Heavenly” and realized the greatness of the Buddhist scriptures.
The fact that Wu Nian was able to create a piece of the Mahayana Heaven in Qing Yu’s heart lake and compete with Qing Yu’s master, who had the advantage of being on the home turf, was a testament to his heritage and the magic of the Mahayana Heavenly Record of Buddha.
Had it not been for the tricks of the trade, Wu Nian would have had a high probability of attaining Godhood after seven days.
Unfortunately, it was too late when he entered Qing Yu’s mind lake and sea of consciousness.
In the blink of an eye, the stars fell densely in the sky, revealing their glory. And beneath the surface of the lake, in the unseen darkness, there was a thick threat beginning to brew.
“The name of the Mahayana Heaven is one that even a humble junior would be fascinated by. Unfortunately, Master, you are not a Sanzang, not even a Tong Shen.
You are just a poor man who has been schemed and come to die.”
Qing Yu waved his sleeve and swept across, darkness surged beneath the heart lake, penetrating the Buddha’s light and revealing a black line in the Dhyana sky.
At the same time, above the heavens, a divine being grasped the stars and rivers and pressed down.
The longer the battle of the heart goes on, the more damage it will do to Qing Yu, the master. Therefore, he will fight quickly and crush being thoughtless with all his might.
The words of the heart-deadening attack, using the method of intention, knocked at the heart of Wu Nian, causing his heart and soul to tremble.
And the attacks that followed made it even harder for Wu Nian to support himself.
“Don’t hold on, Master, you should know that you have already lost from the moment the poor Taoist revealed that there were two attackers.”
In his life, Wu Nian was the only one who valued the kindness of being inspired by the Silent Relic.
He had come all the way to Northern Zhou to seek justice for this favour and to settle the score. But when Qing Yu revealed that there was another a*sailant, Wu Nian knew that there was no way to end it.
Even if he still had time to find Shi Jue, he would not be able to hurt him even if he was protected by Xin Yuan. Since the cause and effect could not be completely ended, coming to Northern Zhou to look for Qing Yu became a meaningless act.
After that, Qing Yu even hit Wu Nian’s heart with all sorts of heart-breaking words, and he was already in an exceptional state of mind for being able to persevere even now.
“Amitabha Buddha.” The Buddha’s light became clearer, and the dozens of Buddha statues within it each made their own seals, their bodies showing the intention of silence.
Wu Nian sat cross-legged on the lake, his face showing a blighted expression, “It is I who have lost, underestimated the Daoist Master and actively stepped into defeat.”
Wu Nian’s greatest fatal point was not that he did not expect another attacker, but that he did not expect Qing Yu to have such a high spiritual attainment.
Already having the home field advantage and such a high attainment of the mind, Wu Nian’s disadvantage was infinitely magnified at the beginning.
“It is the fate of the old ca*sock, better to return, better to return ——”
As he murmured in a low voice, Wu Nian’s vital breath began to cut off and his entire being returned to silence and emptiness. In Mahayana Heaven, the Buddha was silent and also began to slowly fade and dissipate.
He was actually still able to fight Qing Yu for quite a few more rounds, but then he would undoubtedly be spied on by Qing Yu to learn more about the essence of the martial arts of the Dharma Sangha.
The “Ten Thousand Paths Moro” practised by Qing Yu had the same roots as the Dharma Sangha martial arts, and now that he had fought with Wu Nian in his mind, he must have stolen a lot of subtleties, making the “Ten Thousand Paths Moro” much more refined.
If the battle continued, of course, Qing Yu would suffer some injuries, but he would certainly gain more than he lost.
Since this was the case, Wu Nian simply sat down and returned to silence, obliterating everything and leaving no more help for his opponent.
“Rather crisp.” Qing Yu looked at this monk as he sat down directly and said in a somewhat speechless manner.
This Numinous Monk was so afraid of death back then that he was still in an impotent rage before he died. As a result, he happened to come into contact with the Silence Relic and enlightened the meaning of Nirvana, and from then on, he embarked on a different path.
From Innate to Divine Origin, from Divine Origin to True Dan, Wu Nian died and was born and died, experiencing life and death twice, but taking life and death completely out of perspective.
Now that it was clear that he could not win, he would simply go silent, letting Qing Yu’s calculations fall flat.
“The old monk has taken the initiative to go silent, but I can’t use his insight to cultivate the Only Sense Heart Sword ——”
The Only Consciousness Heart Sword, a masterpiece created by Grand Master Xiaoyao Shi from the “Ten Thousand Paths of the Morrow”, uses the heart as the thought and turns the intention into a sword, with unparalleled power.
The foundation of the Dharma Sangha Temple was that all dharmas were based on consciousness alone, and it was completely connected to the Mind Sword of Consciousness alone. If Qing Yu could obtain the insights that Wu Nian had gained over the past three hundred years, it would not be a problem for him to realize the Mind Sword.
“However, there is no harm in having this Silent Intent.”
The darkness beneath the heart lake suddenly disappeared, and the surface of the lake was like a bright mirror, completely preserving the image of Wu Nian’s silence.
In the next moment, the heavens came down and merged with the surface of the lake, leaving heaven and earth in chaos.
The image of Qing Yu in the Lake of the Heart revealed a smile at the corner of its mouth and disappeared into the chaos.
In the outer world, outside the colossal statue of the Tongtian.
Sitting on his knees, the head of the old monk with no thoughts slowly drops lower as his breath begins to thin and fade.
Having lost his divine sense, his life span had ended prematurely, and now this body had lost its vitality.
The sweeping wind and snow slowly ceased, and under the falling snowflakes, Xu Heng arrived before the giant statue of Tongtian.
“Thick burial.”
The pale, lofty voice spoke of the mercy of the victor.
Xu Heng bowed his head, hiding the horror in his eyes. It was too fast and too quiet. The battle between the Earth Ranking’s number one Numinous Divine Monk and Qing Yu had ended silently in two quarters of an hour. Could this not be appalling?
“Yes.” Xu Heng said respectfully.
