Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

"What is that? How can there be such a huge pillar of light? Could it be that some legendary Martial World treasure has appeared?"

"Just now it was rumbling over there like constant thunder, and from time to time there were tremors and intense flashes. I suspect it’s very likely that some expert is fighting over there. Do you think it might be the Black Wind Village Chief?"

"That place is the Ma Ji Wilderness, not far from the Holy Tomb. It really is very likely to be the Black Wind Village Chief. But what expert could Ying Country still have who could make such a commotion fighting the Black Wind Village Chief? Did anyone nearby see exactly what happened? Say something on the forum."

"That place is so desolate that even birds don’t shit and people don’t have babies there. How could anyone go?"

At the Holy Tomb, not far from the wilderness, the Players who had yet to disperse saw in the distance a pillar of light like a white rainbow piercing the sun, shooting straight into the heavens. They instantly erupted in an uproar, discussing heatedly, their faces full of baffled curiosity.

At the same time, in some other regions under heaven, some factions and people also had different reactions because of the activation of Dharma’s Heart.

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Within the Shaolin Ancestral Court on Songshan.

The Dharma Cave suddenly quivered lightly, shaking. On the rock walls inside the cave, streaks of light like little snakes flashed out, their radiance like Silver refined by fire, gleaming brilliantly. In the next instant waves of Sanskrit chanting surged forth, as if the Buddha Himself had manifested.

This strange scene immediately alerted Hui Qi and Hui En, who were on watch outside the cave.

The two of them were jolted out of their seated State, and when they saw the fluctuations and anomalies within the cave, their ever-unperturbed expressions also changed slightly.

"The Buddha’s Curse that the Dharma Ancestor set down in days past has actually been disturbed? Could it be that our Shaolin is about to face a great calamity? Or that the world is on the verge of a vast catastrophe?"

The two immediately sprang up and swept to the front of the Dharma Cave.

When they focused their gaze inside the cave and saw the Sanskrit characters wandering along the rock walls like little silver snakes, both of their expressions froze, their faces filled with disbelief.

"The Dharma Ancestor’s Buddha’s Curse is warning us that Dharma’s Heart has actually been opened?"

"Dharma’s Heart is in the hands of the Black Wind Village Chief. He doesn’t know the method to unlock the mechanism—how could he open it?"

"Unless it was violently destroyed. Though Dharma’s Heart is solid and indestructible, that is only with regard to us and the vast majority of people under heaven. To Master Jiang, if he were to strike with all his strength, he could destroy it as well. But why would he want to destroy Dharma’s Heart?"

"No matter why he destroyed Dharma’s Heart, now that Dharma’s Heart has already been opened, the location of that Catastrophe Weapon will be revealed between heaven and earth. If it truly is as the Dharma Ancestor said, that ill-intentioned people will fixate on the strange fluctuations of the Catastrophe Weapon, then this world truly is going to fall into great chaos."

"We originally thought that entrusting Dharma’s Heart to Master Jiang, with his strength safeguarding this Treasure, would be even safer than leaving it with our Shaolin. Who would have thought, who would have thought..."

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Hui En suddenly pressed his palms together, his countenance solemn and dignified as he said in a low voice, "Hui Qi, you have given rise to anger. This matter is not to be blamed on Master Jiang. Back then it was Dharma’s Heart that chose him, which means it was the Dharma Ancestor who chose him. Our handing Dharma’s Heart to Master Jiang was merely following karmic conditions.

Since it was in accord with karmic conditions, then regardless of whether we gave it to him back then or not, in the end such a thing would have happened. We cannot simply because the one bound by karma happens to be Master Jiang, push all the responsibility onto him..."

Hui Qi was taken aback, then lowered his head in shame and said, "Amitabha Buddha! Thank you for the teaching, senior brother. It was I, your junior, who foolishly gave rise to anger."

After speaking, the two exchanged a glance and each saw the resolve in the other’s eyes.

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Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum. It was night in Ying Country, but here at Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum it was the early hours of dawn.

At this moment, the rosy sun hung softly in the slightly grayish sky, breaking through the clouds bit by bit, shining ever brighter, radiating dazzling beams of crimson, orange, and pale purple light, which shrouded the vibrant Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum.

The vast sea of clouds was like gauzy, color-shifting silk, lightly drifting. Several high peaks revealed their jagged tips through the thin misty veil, like black reefs emerging and vanishing amid the churning spray of the ocean.

Suddenly, a heavy, oppressive aura faintly emanated from within the Imperial Mausoleum.

In an instant, the mist-like sea of clouds seemed to be struck by a terrifying force field and was rapidly pushed aside, surging and pouring downward, drawn straight toward the lower reaches, making the mountain ranges appear like the ocean at low tide revealing the reefs that had been submerged, exposing their heads.

The mountain forests where insects had occasionally been stirring and birds had been chirping also immediately fell silent, as if all living creatures had been cowed by this Emperor’s Aura that dominated heaven and earth.

Deep within the Imperial Mausoleum, a figure of an Emperor sitting high upon a Dragon Throne slowly awakened from his clay statue-like State. The instant he opened his majestic dragon eyes, two beams of Golden Light that seemed to pierce through time and space shot forth, sweeping past his crown and hanging beads, crossing an unknown distance, and locking onto that tiny bullet-sized country in the distance that had drawn his attention.

They fell upon Jiang Dali, who was standing beside that blinding pillar of white light that pierced the heavens.

"This brat again..."

Qin Shi Huang slightly furrowed his brows, glanced at the countless characters swirling beside the white light, snorted in disdain, and calmly withdrew his gaze, a faint laugh in his heart.

"This so-called catastrophe of Dharma back then was indeed enticing, and even counted as a major profit fuse that further intensified the Hundred Countries War. However... such enormous profit, if one does not have sufficient strength, how could one possibly grasp it?

Dharma was merely a man fretting over imaginary disasters, merely... aggravating the conflicts of this world. So he went mad, and he died. How ironic and laughable... hehehe..."

When his voice fell silent, Qin Shi Huang once more closed his eyes, the surging Dragon Energy on his body rapidly drawing back, spreading to cover him from head to toe.

A series of "swu-la swu-la" sounds rang out rapidly from his body, like muddy water flowing and solidifying at high speed, soon drowning out the strong, powerful heartbeat, and he once more turned back into a clay statue.

His current strength had already recovered seven or eight tenths thanks to the Nirvana Resurrection trait granted by the Fire Phoenix Essence Blood, but there was still some distance from his peak, and he was fundamentally unable, with his true body, to escape the backlash state of the alchemist’s clay-statue Magic and walk out of Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum.

However, once the Dragon Slayer matter succeeded and he absorbed all of the Dragon Essence, his strength would inevitably return to its peak; he would reappear under heaven, the Emperor returning.

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Within this extremely brief span of time, it was not only Shaolin, nor only Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum; even within the Holy Dynasty, within the Holy Dynasty’s most famous forbidden land—the Sky—some powerful existences were startled by the commotion created by Dharma’s Heart.

These existences had almost all lived through the catastrophe of the old Hundred Countries War.

Some of those old monsters who had barely clung to life up to now were suddenly startled by this familiar power of Dharma’s Heart, and could not help but awaken from their State, regaining a bit of clarity, recalling certain events of the past, and in the deep abyssal fog, let out waves of eerie and hair-raising mutterings.

These deep layers of fog were the notorious Heavenly Pool Black Mist that could drive people to madness and frenzy—Sky was like a land of darkness where even the sun would be shrouded and drowned.

The earth here was piled everywhere with gray-black stone shards.

The Heavenly Vault here hung motionless overhead with a sheet of dim, tangled, black, sheepskin-like clouds, like messy curls of black smoke.

Beneath this mass of dark clouds that covered heaven and earth like a huge black pot lid was a deep and vast black abyss, like a sore in the earth; the surging, pitch-black cloud-like mist rolled and tumbled like steam from a locomotive, rapidly billowing as it slowly pressed toward the abyss’s edge, like the breath of Hell pouring out from that bottomless chasm, seizing one’s Spirit.

Yet right on the edge of this peerlessly ferocious land that looked like a scene of total Mie Jue, there was actually a towering, sword-hugging male figure, half-sitting at the brink of the abyss like a statue, eyes half-closed, motionless as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep.

Who was he?

Why was he sitting at the edge of this Sky that everyone feared?

Could he be a skeleton that had died long ago?

Even the clamor caused by the opening of Dharma’s Heart could not shake his Spirit—just how strong was his Spirit? How lonely!

Yet even the Heavenly Pool Black Mist that surged all the way to the edge, upon approaching within ten zhang of this mysterious Swordsman’s body, all poured away to either side like water spilling off a surface.

Even those eerie mutterings from deep within Sky, filled with sinister madness, and those probing gazes, when they brushed this mysterious Swordsman’s figure, all involuntarily dodged aside, as though they were full of dread toward this mysterious Swordsman.

Because this Swordsman bore a name that had been lonely for hundreds of years—Dugu Qiubai!

Wong—boom!—

Suddenly, the black mist deep within Sky surged outward in layers like ripples on water, even gradually causing a small-scale tremor across the vast Sky, making those eerie voices and gazes hastily withdraw, as though some terrifying existence had been startled and was walking out from the depths of Sky.

Such a tremendous commotion finally disturbed Dugu Qiubai, who sat on the edge of Sky.

But his sword-hugging hands remained steady as Mount Tai, and his closed eyes still did not open in the slightest, as if the moment he opened his eyes, he would draw his sword, and drawing his sword meant killing.

An invisible, powerful Sword Intent had already split the black mist within a hundred zhang before him in an instant, rolling aside to both sides like black cake being sliced, forming a half-fan-shaped, cone-like field of force, starkly contrasted.

But at the same time, vast swathes of black mist, like great stacks of piled black clouds, or like a huge thick iron plate, slowly yet firmly rose upward.

A voice unlike the other weird, frenzied sounds—very kindly, so kindly it was almost overly so, and aged—came from within the rising black mist.

"Sword Demon! Dharma’s Heart has already been opened; it seems the long-unfinished catastrophe war of the past is about to begin again. This world is just like this: long divided must unite, long united must divide. The Holy Dynasty has been stable for more than two thousand years, but the Emperor has not left seclusion for nearly five hundred years—it is indeed somewhat unstable!

Let this master out, let this master out to save a world that is about to fall into great chaos! You must not block me any longer."

The black mist rolled, and under an incomparably vast Primordial Spirit Power, it actually condensed into the outline of an old man’s sorrowful face. The sorrow on that visage seemed like that of a Bodhisattva who pitied heaven and mankind, rescuing all from suffering.

Dugu Qiubai kept his eyes closed, the coarse cloth robe draped over him fluttering with Sui Feng, his jet-black hair falling straight back over his shoulders. His handsome, ancient-chiseled face was like a flawless bronze statue, as he spoke in a cold voice without the slightest change in emotion.

"Guang Chengzi! You have already fallen. Why still put on this hypocritical show to beguile the world? If I were you, I would cut myself off from between heaven and earth; that would be better than letting your former good name be completely ruined, even stinking for ten thousand years!"

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