The Great Sun Tathagata's Dharma Body manifested in the sky was precisely the true meaning of Dharma King Gongbu's palm technique; with one palm strike, an opponent would fall into an illusion, and if they couldn't break through it, they would be as good as waiting for death.
Simon stood calmly, manifesting his Incarnation. Above his head, a hundred-mile-wide Epiphyllum Seal appeared in the sky. Its petals swirled, and a soft, stony palm gently emerged from within, which was precisely the divine statue leaning against Mount Sumeru within the Pure Land Pearl.
As the stone palm appeared, wind and thunder surged.
The devotees, who had initially felt fear and worry upon seeing the illusion of the Great Sun Tathagata, were now ecstatic as Lu Yuan Bodhisattva displayed an even grander and more magnificent scene. Some shrieked and jumped, others silently shed tears, and some were struck speechless with awe. The devotees from the Snowy Region had already begun prostrating themselves, and the monks and common people from the Central Plains also knelt and paid homage.
The Shaolin monks, mixed in the crowd, showed expressions of emotion. Was the former Buddhist Son now invincible in the world? Time truly passed quickly.
Mo Yun gazed up at the sky. This power, capable of transforming heaven and earth, was this the strength of a peerless master? It was truly inspiring.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword at his waist clanged, and the ink-jade broken sword hanging on his chest chimed softly, as an unyielding sword intent shot into the sky, indicating yet another breakthrough in his sword dao realm!
Compared to Lu Yuan Bodhisattva's Incarnation, the Dharma King's martial arts true intent was like a speck of dust. The great Buddha in the sky was not even half the height of the stone palm, collapsing at a touch, like a dream or a bubble.
Gongbu's spirit was thwarted, and his palm power immediately diminished by a third. Simon raised his palm, and a barrier arose outside Mount Sumeru, which was the Iron Ring Mountain at the edge of the world, resisting all void turbulence and protecting the world of the True Dharma.
The Great Sun Tathagata's palm force dissipated into nothingness three zhang outside Simon's body. The strong winds ceased, and the dust settled.
A group of Tibetan monks were greatly terrified, and some in the back rows had already begun to quietly flee.
Blood seeped from Gongbu's nostrils, indicating intracranial damage caused by the shattering of his martial arts true intent.
The Dharma King, directly facing the Incarnation, had already touched the ceiling of his own strength, and even with his best efforts, he could not see how much power this god-like man before him still held back.
A strong sense of desolation involuntarily welled up in his chest. The Dharma King looked around. Although his sect was large and his disciples numerous, they were now like an ants' nest, a rabble, collapsing at a touch. There was no longer a place for him in heaven and earth!
"Great Master... no, Bodhisattva, could you, for the sake of us both being of the Buddhist gate, preserve the lineage of my Vajra Sect?"
Several Ming Kings and Shang Zuns knew that if this battle was lost, they would surely die, and they intended to fight to the death. "What disheartening words are you speaking, Dharma King! Let's go together and kill this monk who pretends to be a god!"
"How dare you! Impudent!" Gongbu turned back and cursed, then turned again, looking at Simon with earnest and melancholic eyes, "I beg Bodhisattva not to bother with them. This humble monk is willing to atone with his own life, only hoping that Bodhisattva will not cut off the lineage of my Vajra Sect!"
This thorough villain, at the end of his wicked life, did not descend into madness, but instead displayed the charisma befitting a leader.
Simon nodded, "After your death, I will collect your soul and deeply hide your Vajra Sect's cultivation methods in the Pure Land. Those with superior affinity will naturally learn them."
"Thank you, Bodhisattva!" After speaking, Gongbu sat down cross-legged. A streak of colorful clouds from the horizon fell upon him, making his emaciated, sallow body appear solemn and dignified. He was consumed by great fire, and his mortal coil turned into light. When the colorful clouds vanished, only a pile of Dharma robes and twelve finger-sized sarira remained.
"Namo Original Teacher Sakyamuni Buddha!" The Tibetan monks collectively chanted Buddhist names to bid farewell to the Dharma King. Now that their former Sect Master had made his choice, it was up to the others to find their own way out.
Several Ming Kings and Shang Zuns knelt down, expressing their willingness to take refuge, only asking the Bodhisattva to spare their lives.
The seven hundred lamas also prostrated themselves, trembling and not daring to resist.
Seeing the hidden ferocity in their eyes, they showed no sign of repentance. These villains all had their own set of evil philosophies; their path could not be altered, and Simon was unwilling to spend time on educating them. It was better to grant them death, the most just and fair death in the world, from which no one could escape.
Simon beckoned to Gongbu's soul, taking it into the Pure Land Pearl and placing it in a secluded spot, telling him to write down the Vajra Sect's cultivation methods there.
Having done all this, he unhurriedly addressed the remnants of the Vajra Sect, asking, "Are you ready for reincarnation?"
Several Ming Kings exchanged glances, blood vessels involuntarily creeping into their eyeballs.
"Kill!"
Boom—!
Absolute Second Rank, Six Divine Power Blades!
The sky inverted, and the Six Paths emerged.
Absolute Second Rank, Immovable Wisdom King Vajra Pestle!
Wrathful Deva, Three Faces, Four Arms!
Beyond Third Rank, Wish-Fulfilling Jewel Tree Pestle!
Golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and a Buddhist temple floated across the sky!
Beyond Third Rank, Mount Sumeru Four Divine Palms!
Fourfold Treasure Pagoda, boundless divine might!
Five Ming Kings and six Shang Zuns attacked simultaneously; in an instant, heaven and earth fell silent.
Eleven peerless masters unleashed and combined their martial arts will without reservation, creating a domain nearly a hundred miles in radius.
Those who witnessed this scene said it was the most beautiful swan song of the Snowy Region.
Simon, directly facing this attack, naturally fell into the deepest illusion.
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The ground was covered with large pieces of gold, silver, and lapis lazuli. These pure treasures were intricately paved to form dazzling thangkas.
Grand, mountain-like palaces stood on the distant horizon. They were far apart, and each palace had a sun-like luminous pearl emitting immeasurable light, dispelling darkness. From the open gates, countless figures could be seen, and faint chants drifted out.
Following the gaze upwards from the palaces, the fragmented sky was like a patchwork of broken mirrors. Infinite worldly dust emerged from these chaotic mirror surfaces, resembling ocean waves. At the center of the zenith was a rotating six-colored disc. The overflowing colorful light from its edges spread out, like crumpled paper unfolding, transforming into the true color of the sky.
The sky was precisely gushing forth from this disc.
Simon smiled, appreciating the scenery.
It was peaceful here, with only faint chanting.
A soft fragrance drifted in the air, making one feel intoxicated.
Along the roadside, good trees adorned with treasures extended their branches, a single main trunk spreading into myriad fine tendrils, as if the earth stretched its veins towards the sky, a natural beauty.
This was a Pure Land, a world of ultimate bliss, equivalent to the Pure Land, but alas, it was only an illusion.
However, it indeed brought Simon much inspiration.
At some point, the disc in the sky seemed to detect an outsider who did not belong to this world. The six colors converged, forming an eerie eye, from which boundless terrifying light emanated, and its substantial gaze locked onto Simon.
Angry roars came from the palaces on the horizon.
Countless three-faced Ming Kings, hundreds of feet tall, surged out. They held demon-subduing pestles, their aura furious.
Simon, caught in the encirclement, did not panic.
He shrunk his body, transforming into a white treasure pearl that rose into the sky, then grew increasingly massive, a four-sided pyramid, rugged with rocks—it was a Mount Sumeru!
The mountain body seemed to expand endlessly, pressing down on the earth and propping up the firmament, truly like a pillar of heaven.
Those Ming Kings were torn apart by the gale force winds around the mountain body, and the sharp mountain peak struck directly at the zenith disc. This beautiful illusion was violently crushed!
Simon stood on nothingness, high above, looking down at the Vajra Sect's continuous mountain-walled palaces.
The Ming Kings and Shang Zuns had their spirits shattered by Mount Sumeru's divine will, falling dead to the ground.
The remaining lamas scattered like headless chickens, fleeing in disorder towards the sect, hoping to hide in the shadows and escape this calamity.
Simon closed his eyes.
The stone palm extended from the Epiphyllum Seal flipped its wrist downwards, and a Mount Sumeru also appeared in its palm.
superior affinity surged, converging towards Mount Sumeru.
The mountain beneath the stone palm became increasingly solid, while the Vajra Sect on Vajra Peak of Kunlun Mountain became increasingly illusory.
Mortals looked up at the sky, the Bodhisattva pressed down with a divine palm.
Mount Sumeru descended from heaven, the worldly mountains perished.
This day was recorded in history.
The huge palm print and the small golden square mound on the Vajra Sect's ruins were gazed upon by countless martial artists of later generations.
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