"Shapuragan" is an ancient Persian doctrinal scripture, dedicated by Mani to the Persian King Shapur I.
The Persian Fotudan brought this scripture to Tang in the first year of Wu Zetian's reign (694).
The original version sent by Shanmu is in ancient Persian, while most of the secret techniques later practiced by the followers of the Ming Church were translated and completed by others after being Sinicized.
Duncan reached out to take the "Treatise on the Wisdom of the Origin of All thods," also known as the "Great Gospel Book." Shanmu stood respectfully beside him, translating, her voluptuous and beautiful figure cast long by the candlelight. Unconsciously, she moved a little closer, half-kneeling, her posture docile and humble, as a whiff of sothing akin to musk gradually wafted over.
Shanmu was rely translating, yet Duncan felt a sense of déjà vu.
"Is this the ditation thod?"
Duncan's spirit stirred in an instant, and his mana moved automatically within his ancestral aperture. However, it did not follow the Eastern theory of ridians, but instead developed the potential of human bloodlines, directly condensing spiritual power in another way.
Western ditation technique.
Moreover, it also incorporated so of the secret techniques of prayer ditation from Monotheism, and even so ancient Indian secret techniques, belonging to a peculiar practice that combined Eastern and Western traditions.
No,
It should be said that after Mitraism spread to the West, Monotheism absorbed so of Mitraism's rituals. When Duncan was the Roman Emperor, he studied Mitraism and found that many Monotheistic rituals were integrated and transford from it.
"Cultivating spiritual power?"
In an instant, Duncan closed his eyes, and in a flash, his soul stirred. The mind technique of the "Treatise on the Wisdom of the Origin of All thods" operated on its own, although it incorporated so Eastern cultivation systems, its roots were the secret techniques of the Indo-European region, while cultivating spiritual power was the Western ditation technique.
With prior research on Western magic, Duncan needed rely a quarter of an hour to directly master the first half of the "Treatise on the Wisdom of the Origin of All thods."
Shanmu seed to sense the spiritual power gathered on Duncan, her beautiful face full of shock. Even though Ming Zun had other practices to enhance him, it was impossible to master the "Treatise on the Wisdom of the Origin of All thods" so quickly, and Duncan's soul fluctuations were extrely terrifying. Within such a short ti, he must have equaled her more than ten years of hard cultivation.
"It is indeed the Western ditation thod."
The shadow behind Duncan suddenly seed to co alive; this was spiritual power interfering with reality, manifesting phenona similar to the awakening of a psychic warlock.
Manichaeism spread rapidly, replacing the old sects. Mitraism could establish roots in the West and spread to so many places precisely because there were secret techniques for cultivating spiritual power in the religion, which was an absolute weapon for ordinary people.
Spiritual secret technique, minor achievent.
The voluptuous figure of Shanmu imdiately knelt to the ground, excitedly saying, "Your Excellency's talent is unprecedented; within months, you should be able to master the 'Treatise on the Wisdom of the Origin of All thods'."
Duncan's gaze retracted from the "Shapuragan," looking down at the voluptuous and enchanting Shanmu before him, his eyes lingering for a mont on her ample and full moon-like round hips, feeling the soft sensation underfoot, he said indifferently, "What did you see earlier?"
Since he began contemplating the "Treatise on the Wisdom of the Origin of All thods," Shanmu had been subtly enticing him.
First, she quietly approached, the fragrance from her body seeping into Duncan's nostrils, then she half-kneeled, and just a turn of the head allowed a view of her pristine peaks like snowy mountains. Now, even more so while prostrate, half of her body was already lying at his feet, only needing to gently lift the toe to delve into a realm of warmth and softness.
Shanmu's voluptuous and charming body trembled slightly, not daring to conceal anything, nor to raise her head, she trembled as she spoke, "The sun... a black sun..."
Had she seen his spiritual reflection?
Duncan's eyebrows raised slightly, extending a finger to lift Shanmu's chin, gazing into her blue eyes. This woman, a foreigner renowned in the martial world for her beauty, praised as an exotic beauty, had a body voluptuous and enchanting, with the grandeur of the Tang Dynasty, but not corpulent. Rather, she was the kind of sensuous beauty spoken of in later tis. In this world, a consummate master cannot but control their physique. Shanmu was curvaceous, voluptuous, and beautiful, possessing both the slender waist of a Hu dancer and full as a millstone, as per the description of the Western Regions' demon monk Jiu Mo Luye, she was an exceptional cauldron.
In the face of Duncan's gaze, Shanmu showed no trace of avoidance, only a hint of fervor in her eyes, as if she had seen the sun, admired the sun, worshipped the sun, and praised the sun.
Her indelible mark of the spirit of the path of the ruler had been implanted in her heart.
She should be the only one who had seen Duncan's spiritual reflection, seeing the soul incarnation of the Great Freedom Celestial Demon Lord. Without depending on the spiritual power of the "Treatise on the Wisdom of the Origin of All thods," she did not even have the right to peek. Just by glimpsing the truth, her entire body and heart trembled and then subrged within.
Viewing the reflection of the Great Freedom Celestial Demon Lord with a mortal body.
Duncan's expression remained calm as he spoke slowly, "What do you want?"
Shanmu's breathing quickened, once more humbly kneeling to the ground, her voice quivered, "I wish to follow Your Majesty for all eternity."
"Whether in this world or in another."
She knew the secret of shattering the void, and understood that for such an existence, this world could not confine him.
Duncan smiled faintly, "Including betraying the great Ming Zun God?"
Shanmu's voluptuous and enchanting body trembled even more, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes. Your Majesty."
"Your command is everything!"
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