Chapter 469 Qin Yuansheng's breakthrough!
Huangzhou.
There is a heavily guarded Qin Dynasty army in the desert. However, it has been particularly strict in the past two days. There is almost no need for orders from above. The soldiers below have become cautious on their own and look at the sky outside from time to time with worries on their faces.
Chu Xun has made a breakthrough.
Mastering the ‘Great Way of the Sword’
Coming from behind.
It is undoubtedly a fierce attack like a hammer to these arrogant Qin Dynasty soldiers. Even many soldiers are panicked. What will happen if Chu Xun suddenly brings a large army to kill? Chen Feilong, one of the five young giants, who is one of the allies, died just like this. If he comes, who can stop him?
Deep in the army.
There are two areas.
No one is allowed to enter.
They are Buddhist disciples.
The son of the Ji family.
These two have a transcendent status. They can enter and exit freely even in the Qin Dynasty’s army. They all rely on the power behind them. That is the top supreme power that even the Qin Emperor has to give some face to. And these two also have the possibility of becoming emperors.
Right now.
A majestic man with a blue light ball on his body descended in a place with a strong Buddhist atmosphere. The man sitting in the blue light ball was naturally the son of the Ji family, Ji Yuantian; the top of the five young giants.
His deep eyes stared at the bald and handsome monk in front of him, wearing a simple plain robe, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and his appearance was indescribably beautiful. A sun-like figure appeared behind his head, releasing the holy light of Buddhism and saving all living beings.
Behind him.
There is a Dharma image.
Rising slowly.
A golden Dharma image with angry eyes, three heads and six arms, holding a variety of weapons such as the Buddhist demon-subduing pestle, sticks, and swords. This is one of the Buddhist 'Vajra Dharma Image' that advocates killing.
"Another Dharma Image!" Ji Yuantian said softly.
He had some knowledge of Buddhist practice. Buddhism has twelve fruition states, which can be achieved through twelve kinds of Arhat fruition states. Ordinary monks can only practice one Dharma image in their entire lives. Once a Dharma image is condensed, they will be ranked in the Great Saint realm. There are twelve such Dharma images in Buddhism, each representing different abilities.
One Dharma image: Great Saint.
Six Dharma images: Arhat (can be ranked as Quasi-Emperor).
Nine Dharma images: Bodhisattva (a strong person among Quasi-Emperors)
Twelve Dharma images: Buddha. (Great Emperor)
Ji Yuantian saw the Dharma images that continued to rise behind the Buddhist disciple Xuan Jing.
The first Dharma image.
The second Dharma image.
The third Dharma image.
The fourth Dharma image.
The fifth Dharma image.
…
“The sixth Dharma image!”
When he saw the sixth Dharma image rising, Ji Yuantian’s frown relaxed slightly. This peerless Buddhist disciple, who was praised by Buddhism as a peerless Buddha who would not appear for ten thousand years, really had a talent for Buddhism. He practiced from the fourth Dharma image to the sixth Dharma image in three years of seclusion.
"Om!"
The Buddha's light was blazing.
There was a faint Dharma image.
He wanted to condense the seventh one.
But.
The blazing Buddha's light shone for several times, but it finally dimmed. However, there were still six Dharma images shining behind Xuan Jing, indicating that Xuan Jing could be honored as...Xuan Jing Arhat!
"Boom!"
Opening his clear and bright eyes, Xuan Jing looked at the emperor's son of the Ji family. His wise eyes were full of regret. He could not condense the seventh Dharma image of the 'Great Samsara Dharma Image' that he practiced. This was the seventh attempt.
"Failed!"
Ji Zi looked calm. The proof of the six Dharma images indicated that the Buddha's son had the strength to step into the quasi-emperor, and the fact that he almost condensed the seventh Dharma image indicated that his achievements were not worse than Chu Xun. He said softly: "Only Qin Yuansheng is missing!"
Whether it was him.
or the Buddha's son.
They had mastered the 'Great Way' early. ’
It’s just that Qin Yuansheng has not been able to master the ‘Great Dao of the Halberd’ and the destruction of the Desolate State is a trivial matter. Although they have hatred for Chu Xun, they will not take over the great credit at this time. However, Chu Xun’s sword kill of Chen Feilong made them sit still; they thought that only the two of them had mastered the Great Dao, but who would have thought that Chu Xun also mastered it.
…
At this time, Qin Yuansheng was not in the military tent of the Qin Dynasty, but came to a vast river in the Desolate State in a daze. The river water rushed down with a mighty momentum, beating out waves, and with gusts of cool breeze blowing over his ears, and he numbly looked at the turbulent and surging river water.
The commander of the Qin Dynasty, the famous prince of Qin in Jiuzhou, sat there numbly, watching the rushing river flow, the sunrise and sunset, and in a blink of an eye, it was the morning and dusk of three days. If it were someone else, it would be unimaginable that the commander of the Qin Dynasty still had the leisure to sit here at this time.
But he felt bitter.
Who else knew?
Ji Yuantian mastered the "Great Way"
Buddhist disciples also mastered the "Great Way"
Even Chu Xun mastered it. He thought that he would master the "Great Way of the Halberd" within three years and crush his peers with an invincible posture, sweeping away everyone, but the situation was completely different from the reality. The genius of his time seemed to have become a thing of the past, submerged in the long river of time.
Newly rising juniors.
Ji Yuantian.
Buddhist disciples.
Chu Xun.
All of them came from behind.
Going against the current.
In the past, he thought he was a genius, and even if he had been silent for a hundred years, he would have thought that it was normal for him to be relieved by the years. But compared with these real monsters, he realized that he had grown old. The bitterness and depression in his heart made him lonely and absent-minded.
The death of his ally.
The death of his uncle.
It was so close.
But he didn't even have the courage to take revenge. Reason told him that once he set foot in the East Region of the Desolate State, his fate would not be much better than Chen Feilong's. He sat beside the fast-flowing river and whispered softly: "Am I wrong?"
At the beginning.
Should I attack forcefully.
Not giving Chu Xun a chance to breathe?
Even though I knew he was extremely talented, was it my fault to give him a chance to breathe? He stared at the river in a daze, sitting cross-legged here as the sun rose and set, watching the surging river, the steaming mist, and the rolling and overlapping clouds at sunrise, raising thousands of feet of waves.
For a while.
He was obsessed.
I don't know how many days.
He was silent.
As if he was sitting in meditation.
But his mind was infinitely overlapping and united with the Great Dao. Once upon a time, he had dreamed of a realm that only needed this glimmer of inspiration to master the 'Great Dao of the Halberd', but he couldn't get it, but he touched this realm in this state of despair and self-doubt.
The obsession in his heart.
The obsession with the halberd.
Slowly.
Infinite enlightenment.
Like a ray of light flickering in the soul, it was fleeting. Every time he wanted to get close to this spiritual light, he would flee in panic as if frightened. But this time, he stopped there and let him grasp it, comprehend the infinite mystery, and comprehend the great way of the halberd.
The wind was blowing.
The clouds were surging.
The river was roaring.
The state that had been stuck for a long time was naturally broken through at this moment.
‘The great way of the halberd.’ It was completed.
However, what was even more strange was that he did not immediately break away from this state, but fell deeper and deeper, and understood more and more, as if hundreds of years of precipitation had exploded today, and the accumulation of knowledge was out of control. He had a series of sudden enlightenments and fell into oblivion, forgetting where he was, forgetting the grievances between the Qin Dynasty and the Wasteland State, and forgetting his identity.
Only those who seek the truth with a single mind.
Forget about things and forget about yourself.
Keep asking.
Keep gaining.