"How did the Buddha Country, with their inferior cultivation qualifications, manage to elevate their strength to such a formidable level? Perhaps they began utilizing the Kongming Mirror early on."
Zhou Xuan’s analysis not only earned the approval of Lord Jian and the Painter but even won the admiration of Yunwu Venerable, who resided outside Jing Country.
"So Jing Country has soone like this?"
Through the Netherworld Stone, Yunwu Venerable overheard the conversation between Zhou Xuan and the others, and an unease crept into his heart.
"Three God-level entities have fallen because of Zhou Xuan, and even the Taiping Monk was captured by him. Now, just from observing the strength of the Buddha Country people who appeared, he deduced that our Buddha Country possesses the Kongming Mirror... This ’four-incense-stick’ cultivation fledgling is far more terrifying than the Taiping Monk ever was."
Yunwu Venerable had always acknowledged Mo Tingsheng’s cunning sches, but now, he admired Zhou Xuan even more.
"Taiping Monk, you lost fair and square."
The more Yunwu Venerable admired Zhou Xuan, the more resolute he beca in wanting to kill him.
He called out to the master mind: "Hurry up, faster! Awaken the Mother of Hundred Demons and slaughter everyone here—especially Zhou Xuan. Crush him completely, leaving no possibility of revival."
...
As Yunwu Venerable issued the kill order, Zhou Xuan’s Mountain and River Tattoo Map had already been completed.
Jing Country’s nine prefectures, towering mountains and flowing rivers, the myriad facets of city life—twenty-four God-level auras converged within this extensive Mountain and River Tattoo scroll, which floated suspended before Zhou Xuan.
The Painter and Lord Jian gazed upon it, their minds involuntarily captivated by the tattoo map.
Within the map, it seed as though an entire Great Thousand World resided.
"Brother Peng, my incense fla is weak; if I unleash this map, it might not create much of an impact. Your fla burns bright—why don’t you release this map?"
"Consider it done."
Peng Sheng extended his hand and waved over the Mountain and River Tattoo. The map imdiately floated into the air, expanding as it caught the wind. It grew vast and mighty, stretching the scroll across the expanse of the Heavenly Do.
Then,
the tattoo map began to descend. The entire Great Thousand World seed to lower steadily. For every ten feet it fell, Peng Hou bore the weight of a mountain upon his shoulders.
After descending dozens of feet, even Peng Hou’s unparalleled strength in moving mountains was insufficient. The Heavenly Ghost Map was crushed to dust,
and he dropped to one knee.
"Kneel properly."
Zhou Xuan, with his hands clasped behind his back, infused the tattoo with Peng Sheng’s reinforcent. Naturally, the map aligned perfectly with Zhou Xuan’s will.
As he finished speaking, the Mountain and River Map plunged another ten feet, forcing Peng Hou to kneel on both knees under its oppressive weight.
Zhou Xuan approached Peng Hou, crouched down, and, upon closer examination, chuckled. "Not bad—you bear quite the resemblance to the Great Heavenly King who was subdued in the sa manner."
"Zhou Xuan, I have beco your stepping stone for this tattoo—it’s not a loss for . To witness such an awe-inspiring tattoo map, my death is inconsequential. But... you will not be able to save Jing Country. You haven’t yet encountered the power of the Buddha Country; if you had, you would feel true fear."
"Are you afraid of the Buddha Country?"
"Yes, I fear them."
"Do you know why?"
"Because they are powerful."
"No—because you are kneeling."
Zhou Xuan extended his hand and lightly patted Peng Hou’s face. "The people of the Buddha Country have scared you, a Heavenly Vault God-level entity, into submission—reduced you to a dog who betrays his clan! Today, I’ll show you clearly that the people of the Buddha Country are nothing more than paper tigers."
With that, Zhou Xuan curled his pinky downward. The Mountain and River Map abruptly crashed to the ground, carrying the majesty of an entire Great Thousand World. Peng Hou’s body shattered under the imnse pressure.
Zhou Xuan wielded the Bone Teeth, decapitating Peng Hou as his cultivation quickly dissipated. He placed Peng Hou’s head beside the Netherworld Stone.
Having completed this, Zhou Xuan clasped his hands behind his back and spoke to Peng Hou’s still-open-eyed head: "This tattoo of mine is called the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Suppressing Buddha. If it doesn’t suppress a Buddha Country person today, how could it live up to its na?"
Zhou Xuan’s true target was not Peng Hou—it was Yunwu Venerable beyond Jing Country.
"Yunwu Venerable, do you think that just because you’re outside Jing Country, I cannot deal with you?"
Zhou Xuan sneered coldly,
his mind already formulating a plan to handle the Golden Body that crashed into Mingjiang Prefecture’s protector.
"Second Tree, boost the power of my Mountain and River Map once more."
Zhou Xuan now had two Ancestor Trees: the Zhou Family’s willow tree and the Tattoo Clan’s peach tree. Since there were two, it was necessary to distinguish them clearly.
The willow tree was the elder, while the peach tree was the younger—calling it "Second Tree" was entirely fitting.
The branches of the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree extended outward, lifting the Mountain and River Map high into the air. Its blooming peach blossoms scattered into the wind and drifted into the tattoo map.
The Mountain and River Map imdiately grew heavier, its weight bending the branches of the Ancestor Tree.
"With the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree’s reinforcent, this Mountain and River Map now carries the power of soone between the eighth and ninth levels," Peng Sheng remarked to Zhou Xuan.
"What’s this ’eighth and ninth level’ talk? Xuan, your Mountain and River Map needs more power. Let contribute further."
Lord Jian unleashed the technique of Eight Incense Sticks, and the Arrow of Order fired three successive shots: one arrow from five years ago, one from five years in the future, and one from the present mont.
The arrow from five years ago had only just been released when it was intercepted by the incense fire Taoist within the ti-space world.
The incense fire Taoist clasped his horsetail whisk to his chest and waved it toward the arrow.
"To think a re Yunwu Venerable dares assault our Jing Country. If we don’t teach the Buddha Country a lesson, they’ll truly think they’re invincible."
User Comments
0 comments from readers