Simon frowned. This black-robed man was precisely the terrifying anomaly who killed Demon God Shu.
He hadn't expected that the black-robed man hadn't been assimilated by Xiangshu, but had always retained his own obsession.
The situation was somewhat unexpected.
"The achievement of stealing the heavens, in the end, was not fully completed. You sinners, are you ready?"
The black-robed man held his left hand behind his back, turned his right wrist, and pointed his blade directly at the Bodhisattva in the sky.
Simon rose from the lotus seat.
Although the distance exceeded ten thousand li, when the black-robed man lightly swung his blade, a fierce aura of death descended upon his neck.
Infinite epiphyllum grew around Simon.
Super God Tier 1, Vajra epiphyllum Dharma Realm.
Clang—!
A heavy thud quietly sounded, and most of the epiphyllum around Simon instantly withered, while a dark black blade mark appeared out of thin air in front of Simon.
He could almost smell the fishy scent of blood rushing towards him, and the martial arts will contained within it was so vivid, almost like a human soul, with its own aura.
Simon laughed, "I never thought that someone like you would walk such a path."
High-level martial arts best reveal one's fundamental nature.
Simon's moves were simple and generous, upright and proper, crushing everything, destroying all things. This showed his straightforward style of action and his control-freak mindset.
As for the black-robed man, his moves were also simple, but they encompassed everything, corrupting all things. His blade intent was alive; he could turn his moves into true life.
There was no doubt that the black-robed man was very strong.
Even Demon God Shu, chosen by fate to end the epoch, was hunted by him. His strength was unmatched in the mortal world.
Simon admitted that this avatar of his couldn't defeat him.
That blade mark was still continuously cutting through the Vajra epiphyllum Dharma Realm. Simon's vast body-protecting True Qi seemed as thin as crisp paper, ready to break with a breath.
The black-robed man coughed a few times, glanced at Simon, and said casually, "Not bad."
Simon shook his head, "More than just not bad."
The next moment.
Dharma Body manifested!
The Bodhisattva's golden body was enormous, dominating the land. Ten thousand acres of seawater were pushed aside by the hurricane, and the ground suddenly shook violently.
Simon's avatar quietly dissipated, and the Dharma Body struck with its palm.
Lesser Thousand World Palm!
The black-robed man's expression changed. He lifted his robe, revealing countless eyes on his body.
They stared fixedly at this unavoidable palm descending from the sky.
Countless quiet lights shot out, clashing with the Dharma Body's Buddha palm. They were clearly faint and delicate rays of light, yet they were like countless pillars supporting the heavens. This palm pressed down with difficulty.
The black-robed man sneered, "What a divine skill! What a palm technique! In this universe, you are the best!" He raised his long blade and shot up into the sky.
Compared to the Dharma Body, this person was as tiny as dust, yet his fierce aura far surpassed a thousand armies!
Boom—!
The Lesser Thousand World Palm annihilated an area of a hundred li, the palm force carrying mud and air, exploding with immense light and heat as it collapsed, dimming the stars in the sky.
After a long time, the light faded, and everything was silent.
"Cough cough." The black-robed man was still coughing. He stood in the center of a crater where magma flowed everywhere. His clothes were tattered, and he covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, coughing incessantly, with flecks of bright red blood seeping through his fingers.
Simon's avatar appeared at the edge of the crater, three li away from the black-robed man.
He asked loudly, "May I know your esteemed name, sir!"
The black-robed man coughed with complete abandon until he spat out several shattered pieces of lung.
"I thought something was stuck in my throat, but it was just some organs, useless things!" The black-robed man wiped the blood from his lips, remarkably indifferent to his physical condition.
He looked at Simon from afar and also replied loudly, "You may call me, Ye Shuangke!"
Simon nodded, "You can call me Lu Yuan."
Ye Shuangke murmured a few words, then laughed, "Not a bad name!"
"Just a Dharma name. However, I still have one thing I don't understand."
"Feel free to speak."
The two of them, like this, shouted to each other across a distant space.
"Sir, are you from outside this world?" Simon asked.
"Precisely."
"Are there many other worlds outside?"
"Most are leaking boats and flat skiffs, not as prosperous as this place."
Simon nodded, "If there's a chance, I'll bring the beings from there over."
The black-robed man started coughing again. The strong winds all around blew wildly, stirring his robe, and the countless eyes on his body had closed. The wind carried a burnt, foul smell, and a low laugh.
"You are very interesting."
...
Fu Xixi and the others hid in the cave. The endless tsunami crashed against the mountain peaks, making them tremble, and the continuous roar sounded as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse.
"The Buddha Son's palm technique is so—terrifying!" Fu Xixi said with a bitter face, "This is too amazing!"
The Taoist pouted, "If he wasn't amazing, would he be called the Buddha Son?"
Bai Zimo helplessly said, "I remember your name is Ping'an, not Pinzui."
The Taoist's eyes rolled, and he turned his head to look at the swordsman with tender affection, singing sorrowfully, "How deep is the courtyard, how deep? Willow trees pile up smoke, countless curtains. Where the jade-bridled saddle and carved saddle roam, the tall building is out of sight..."
The swordsman heard him singing a lament in a raspy voice and got a headache, "Stop it! The great tide has stopped, let's go out and see how the battle is going."
The three of them left the cave and climbed up the mountain peak again, only to find that the surrounding ocean had become land at some point. Looking around, the seawater had been pushed far away, forming a white line on the horizon.
"It's truly a sea turning into mulberry fields, but the seawater will eventually rush back, right?"
The island where the three of them were located revealed its base, like a spinning top supported by a bamboo pole, looking precarious.
"The Buddha Son and them are over there!" Fu Xixi, sharp-eyed, spotted the hot crater.
There were no epiphyllum at the bottom of the sea, so they couldn't teleport. Fortunately, the three of them didn't dare to get close and watch.
"The Buddha Son seems to be chatting."
"Mhm."
"What's the background of that opponent? He feels so powerful."
"If I knew, I'd be the Buddha Son."
"Still talking nonsense... Wait, someone's going over!"
The three of them had excellent eyesight. With their internal energy boosted, even a thousand li away, as long as there was no obstruction, every detail was visible.
Fu Xixi squinted her eyes, "That person looks so familiar."
"Do you know him?"
"No, it just feels familiar."
...
The swordsmith walked to Simon's side, clasped his hands together, and chanted, "Namo Luyuan Bodhisattva."
Simon looked at him, then at the black-robed man, and suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."
The swordsmith smiled and walked down into the crater step by step, meeting the black-robed man's gaze.
"I'm here."
"To die with me?"
"We don't belong here. What if we leave?"
"Are you willing?"
"To live a lifetime is already the greatest fortune."
The black-robed man sneered when he heard this, "How aloof."
"Always have been." The swordsmith reached out and cupped the black-robed man's head, giving it a gentle twist. There was a crisp snap.
Ye Shuangke suddenly collapsed onto his adoptive father.
The two of them, embracing, transformed into countless gray butterflies, flying into the void.
In the distance, there was a rumbling sound; the seawater was returning.
...
All the dust settled.
One day, Fu Xixi planted that epiphyllum fruit in a deep valley, then left with the Taoist.
Seven days later, an epiphyllum broke through the soil, its bud blooming to reveal a baby girl inside.
A wooden figure walked from the depths of the valley and picked up the baby girl.
"Little girl, your adoptive father didn't want to live anymore. From now on, Immortal Xu will raise you, haha."
The baby girl's eyes were as clear as water. She grinned, giggling foolishly.
...
Now the fruit is ripe, I just need to plant the tree.
You want to reverse the effect into the cause?
Lu Yuan, you are so kind.
Chai Chai, goodbye.
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