Red Heart Patrols the Sky

A half-voice of knowledge suffices for this technique without its host.

Of course, Shujia Lan has already arrived!

The True Fire dissipates, and Qingyun is shattered once more.

With the sound of splintering jade suddenly rising, the Longsword slashes three times at Shujia Lan’s fist, halting his onslaught while the sword edge redirects his position. Jiang Wang swiftly flies past, almost brushing the shoulder of the Black Lotus Temple’s true disciple. So fast! Moving like a fleeting rainbow, leaving only a glimpse.

Shujia Lan activates the seal to overturn the heavens, and the Vajra illusion behind him glares wrathfully, sending two beams of Buddha Light shooting straight at Jiang Wang’s now bare nape.

Jiang Wang suddenly turns his head!

His clear eyes have transformed to a red-gold hue, the Qianyang Red Pupil unleashed, the Immortal Light crashes into the Buddha Light!

The red-gold gaze shatters the golden light! Moreover, a Flame Flower formed by the Samadhi True Fire falls onto Shujia Lan’s body.

Shujia Lan feels as though he’s being targeted from every angle and is deeply aware this isn’t an illusion. He realizes ever since entering Shenxiao World that this little monk from Mount Sumeru must have been observing for quite some time! He must make a change, showcase power he has never displayed before, only then can he open the path to victory and avoid entering a trap.

With a great grasp, he tears off his vestment robe, like rolling up the night, taking the dangerous Flame Flower away, giving it no chance to continue probing him.

His robust upper body is now bare, with each muscle rolling up, forming various shapes of a Buddha’s back, as if clinging onto a cliff, climbing towards the mountain peak.

Secret teachings of Black Lotus Temple, Thousand Buddhas Worship the Mountain!

Not like the usual compassion of the Buddhist Family, but possessing majestic power. There is a rare magnificent beauty not commonly seen at the mountain gate.

His physique has neared the extreme limit of this realm, with blood and energy escaping his body, steaming like hot mist. Consequently, the mutuality of the Thousand Buddhas becomes more apparent, unstoppable.

Just one punch throws—a thousand fists fall in the void.

The mountain peak of Thousand Buddhas Worship the Mountain turns out to be Jiang Wang.

And the Buddha Seal of a thousand fists, envelops his entire body, each punch displays various transformations, sealing off all escape possibilities, trapping the "mountain" within!

At this moment, bearing the Thousand Buddhas Worship, becoming an isolated mountain, Jiang Wang’s eyes softly turn, finding Shujia Lan’s gaze.

The world of the spiritual soul suddenly sets the stage.

Shujia Lan still sees the Thousand Buddhas Worship the Mountain, with a thousand fists still pounding towards the little monk from Mount Sumeru.

But the heavens suddenly withdraw an ancient and noble gate, as the Heavenly Palace opens up, an affectionate and kind Bodhisattva extends a shining, colorful hand to meet the fists.

The Six Desires Bodhisattva sits at the Heavenly Gate!

At this moment, whether illusion or truth, in flesh body or spirit soul, Shujia Lan pays no mind. Power is everything, the limit of power is the limit of Buddhist Law. Thousand Buddhas Worship the Mountain, only heads towards the mountain.

He has displayed his limits and must proceed.

Thus, the thousand fists bombard the sky, aiming to kill the Bodhisattva, to impact the Heavenly Gate. No matter the time, place, or circumstances, he must cause upheaval!

But in the blink of an eye, everything vanishes.

The Bodhisattva of unknown status at Mount Sumeru disappears, the ancient and noble gate suddenly closes, obstructing him.

Only that bald, gleaming blue-robed little monk, traversing through the myriad fist seals, like a fish in water, an eagle in the sky.

Not to mention the current injuries to his flesh haven’t fully healed, even at peak state, Jiang Wang would not withstand these punches head-on. It’s even hard to say if he could endure them.

Shenxiao Scenario is a place where Heavenly Monster Ways abound, the Divine Mountain is a place surrounded by Demon Kings.

If not necessary, why would he willingly clash, easily drain himself?

Although his spirit soul is completely restored, and he is confident in confronting any opponent, the spiritual soul level’s impact is still just probing.

The exploration precisely targets the transformation of Thousand Buddhas Worship the Mountain!

Having seen the transformation once in the spirit soul world, knowledge is supplemented, Jiang Wang’s steps are exceedingly graceful, suddenly shifting several times, he escapes the fist power.

Then, with his left hand quietly holding the Disaster Fighting Seal, he suddenly flips, the Bi Fang Seal emerges!

The one-footed mythical bird carries a fiery sea, surging like tides, nearing the assembling so-called Spirit Clan!

In this instant of chase and escape, Zhu Lanruo hasn’t caught up, but Lingxihua, filled with murderous intent, races with a spear!

But before him appears a divine bird, a blaze of fire.

Having witnessed Yang Yu’s incineration, how dare he take the hit head-on?

Especially as he senses a soaring Sword Intent, the sword tip seemingly poised against his chest.

Immediately planting the bone spear, unfurling a bone cage on the spot, blocking the fire sea ahead. Meanwhile, his form turns into a black mist, ascending on high, toward the celestial sky.

Yet the blue-robed monk suddenly withdraws his sword, folds once more in mid-air, already shaking off all aura locks, flying towards the Divine Mountain peak.

The Celestial Sky and Azure Sea are shed!

Jinghong has vanished without a trace.

Such reaction, such speed!

Slay Yang Yu, evade the Pagoda, battle Shujia Lan, retreat Lingxihua, almost in one seamless move.

Pig Dali hasn’t yet recovered, the blue-robed monk suspected of being a human, has already disappeared without a trace.

Upon seeing the dressing mirror, She Guyu, of course, understands the battle better, acknowledging the terror of this Human Race monk. No wonder he is the successor of Master Xingnian of the solitary boat crossing the river, no wonder the name of Mount Sumeru.

Yet that mirror instantly reminds her of that afternoon at Lianxi Inn, when she groomed herself before the mirror.

She thinks she understands now why Lu Qilang suddenly stormed into that inn. Clearly inspired by the Spirit King’s insight, he spotted the genius of the Human Race!

Thinking of every frown, smile, gesture, and movement at that time, with eyes in the mirror watching, belonging to such a powerful person... she feels profoundly uneasy.

Why did he not seize the opportunity to act against her then?