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Cultivation: Mastery Through Extremes (Web Novel) - Chapter 329: Buddha’s Mother
Chapter 329: Buddha’s Mother
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Jiangning Mansion, atop the city walls.
A few people ascended to take in the view, their hearts filled with anxiety.
In the distance, dark currents surged, forming a demon realm.
Indeed…
“Wuzhe Lake!”
“The demon realm has formed, there’s no hope left.”
“Looking at it this way, it might even expand further.”
“Without an Immortal presiding over Great Xing Mountain, there is nothing we can do against the demon realm.”
“Even if there were, I fear they wouldn’t be moved to act, given the filth of this demon realm…”
“That’s enough, we must focus on evacuation. Even if we can’t stop the demon realm from expanding, we can’t let it devour resources unimpeded, restoring the power of the True Demon.”
A few cultivators discussed for a while, then dispersed, leaving only two to watch from a distance, monitoring the changes in the demon realm and the development of the situation.
Meanwhile, within the demon realm…
“Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!”
A solitary boat floated on the lake.
A monk sat at the bow.
The sound of a wooden fish being struck, echoing like a distant bell.
Suddenly…
Bright sword light, swift as wind and thunder, shot forth like lightning.
Without a word, the attacker launched a ferocious assault, aiming straight for the demon monk with a sword.
All demon objects, including True Demons, share one fatal flaw: the lack of a clear conscious mind.
Demon objects are cultivators turned aberrant, their minds corrupted by demonic nature, so it’s only natural for their consciousness to be in chaos.
True Demons are not eroded by demonic qi, but in the ancient wars, they were so thoroughly defeated by the Immortals of old that only with the power of Boxun were their demon seeds kept undying.
After the ancient times, as the demon seeds revived and reformed their demon bodies, their minds did not recover, so they could only act on instinct.
This was how the Human Clan survived the Dark Chaos. With no conscious mind, the True Demons did not know to completely annihilate all life, allowing people to cling on desperately. Eventually, humanity developed the Corpse Resolution Immortal Law to suppress them back into the Death Land, bringing an end to that dark era.
It was so back then, and it is the same now; this True Demon still lacks a mind. Previously, when Xu Yang was gravely injured and fled, it did not even think to pursue.
What is there to say to such a walking corpse?
Just kill it!
A sword blazing brightly, as swift as racing clouds piercing the sky.
“Boom!!!”
The sword light struck like lightning, and the boat, made of who knows what material, immediately burst apart.
Yet the monk remained unfazed, reaching for the blade, unabashed by the power of thunder and lightning.
Lacking a mind but not instinct, he wielded the demonic body’s innate battle prowess.
The body of a True Demon, solid as vajra, clashing with the sharpness of the divine sword, suppressing the might of thunder and lightning.
In the end…
“Boom!!!”
Another loud explosion, the lake’s surface shattered, and raging waves whipped up, roaring like the sea.
Amidst the tumultuous waves, the monk retreated gracefully, fresh blood evident on his garb, but the hand that seemed as pristine as jade showed no signs of damage, as if it hadn’t been the one to clash with lightning moments before.
Was the True Demon’s battle body so terrifying?
And as for his opponent…
The sword light dispersed, the thunder vanished, a figure fell from the sky, landing heavily in the void,
It was Xu Yang.
One retreated with an air of nonchalance, as if strolling through clouds and breeze.
The other firmly grounded himself, with the force of thunderous power.
Who had the upper hand?
It was not yet clear.
Observing the opponent, drenched in crimson yet showing no sign of disarray, still exuding composure and serenity, Xu Yang said nothing, simply urging his mana.
“Boom!!!”
With a surge of mana, his clothes ripped to shreds, transforming into flying scraps of fabric, revealing the cultivator’s physique.
A body appeared with full, well-defined muscles reaching the peak of aesthetic proportion.
Across his body, on the skin of his neck, spine, chest, and abdomen, at this moment, vermilion-drawn talismans were everywhere, covering his body, now emanating a golden light, casting him as a Divine Guard General descended into the mortal world.
This was…
The Six Ding and Six Jia Bodyguard Mantra!
A Taoist combat technique, an exorcism method of the Heavenly Masters.
Originating from the Dao Zang, the True Method of the Spiritual Treasure.
The mantra went:
Ding Chou extends my life, Ding Hai confines my soul.
Ding You governs my spirit, Ding Wei averts my calamity.
Ding Si guides me through peril, Ding Mao through adversity.
Jia Zi protects my body, Jia Xu preserves my form.
Jia Shen solidifies my life, Jia Wu guards my soul.
Jia Chen anchors my spirit, Jia Yin fosters my truth.
To put it simply, it enhanced the body, strength, spirit, speed, defense, and recovery—an all-around boost to every aspect of one’s being.
With this mantra, one was as if divinely protected. Even the weakest of bodies could confront demons barehanded. Among the many Taoist combat techniques, it was not the supreme one, but it was indeed top-tier, a part of Taoism that could be blessed by Heavenly Masters, enhancing skill traits.
Therefore…
Bare-chested, Xu Yang stood with his Divine Spell defending him, the vermilion talismans shining brilliantly, as if a celestial general had descended.
Empowered by the Divine Spell, Xu Yang formed another seal, chanting authoritatively, “Three fires, five thunders, observers of the heavens, spreaders of doctrine, stewards of the altars, Taiyi, the Thunder-Voiced Potentate of Transformation, I summon the Divine Monarch, aid me with the power of Thunder!”
“Come!!!”
With a thunderous shout, sparks roared forth, converging in his hand into a crimson, pillar-shaped whip of thunder and fire.
The Three Fires and Five Thunders Spell of the Celestial Monitors, the destroyer of myriad demons!
That was the Thunder Series combat spell, vastly enhancing the power of thunder-based techniques.
Wielding the Six Ding and Six Jia Mantra and the Thunder Whip, Xu Yang’s Taoist spells and skill traits combined to elevate his condition to the pinnacle of his power.
Even without practicing the martial body combat techniques, under the protection of these divine spells, he was capable of sweeping away all evil and myriad demons.
Did Xu Yang practice the martial body combat techniques?
Of course…
Xu Yang, whip in hand, stepped forward, the surrounding demonic qi turned to ash, only the light of thunder and fire pressed towards the True Demon’s body.
The True Demon, lacking intelligence, did not react or show any intention to back down.
Seeing this, Xu Yang didn’t say anything more. Thunder and fire roared forth, and he lashed out with his whip.
“Bang!”
Facing the ferocious onslaught of Xu Yang, the monk raised his hand once more to meet the attack head-on.
Xu Yang didn’t care, nor did he change his technique. Augmented by divine light and bolstered by mana, the steel whip, formed of triple fire and quintuple thunder, struck out heavily, colliding with that pristine, jade-like palm, setting off a thunderous explosion.
The explosion was like thunder, shaking all directions. The monk’s palm wavered slightly, its jade-like radiance dimmed, but it did not shatter.
However, although its defense was unbroken, Xu Yang’s offensive did not cease.
“Crack!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
A whip, another whip, and yet another.
Xu Yang wielded his steel whip wildly, mixing weapon techniques with boxing and kicking skills.
Taiji Yin and Yang, a fusion of hardness and softness!
The whip of thunder and fire, at times as rigid as iron, at times winding and entangling like a snake. Sometimes it struck fiercely, and at other times, it cleverly landed light hits.
Fast, fast, fast, chaotic, chaotic, chaotic.
This was Tai Chi, and yet it was more than Tai Chi.
This was martial arts, and yet it was more than just martial arts.
Amidst the random lashing of the whip, there were sword qi sharp as needles, piercing out in a relentless torrent.
There was also the power of the Five Elements, the laws of thunder, converging into the skill of Demon Transformation to Purify the World.
How could it withstand this?
How could it possibly withstand this!
Even the True Demon’s body, as indestructible as Vajra, could not withstand Xu Yang’s unification of martial arts and all-encompassing laws, as he bombarded mercilessly.
In just a moment, there came a sound…
“Bang!!!”
A loud boom echoed as thunder and fire erupted, shattering the demon’s body.
The blood-colored monk robes were consumed by thunder and fire, and even the body of the True Demon was pulverized along with it.
In the end, only a head remained, an empty faceless head that was propelled into the now pitch-black Wuzhe Lake.
Xu Yang stood in the air, holding the thunder whip, gazing into the dark and deep lake water, silent, patiently waiting.
Had the True Demon…died?
It wasn’t that simple!
This was a True Demon; if it were easy to deal with, the ancient immortals would have eradicated it long ago. How could its calamity persist to this day?
This was just the beginning, and what followed…
“Gurgle gurgle!”
Something strange occurred in the water, where the dark currents surged and violently twisted into a vortex in the blink of an eye.
The vortex was dark as if it were a Demon Abyss, and chants of Zen echoed mysteriously from within.
“Blessings, blessings, Bodhisattva of Flesh and Blood, Big Black Buddha Mother, the sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to find the shore, the sea of suffering is boundless…”
“Endless cycles of reincarnation to ferry across, Buddha Mother’s compassion and merciful heart, Cihang Pudu to save all beings…”
“Thus have I heard, thus do I see, thus do I observe…”
“Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha…”
Evil chants and nefarious songs, even more ominous and terrifying than the previous verses of Bodhi.
From within the pitch-black lake water, streams of blood-red curse writings emerged like earthworms, like tadpoles, crawling out like insects, rapidly spreading everywhere, quickly forming eight blood-red talismans.
Blood-colored talismans, present in all eight directions.
The pitch-black Demon Abyss bubbled and boiled ferociously.
Praises sung in strange tones, echoes upon echoes as if five hundred monks were chanting Zen, or eight thousand souls were wailing in grief.
Those chants, those songs, rippled out in waves, like a tide sweeping across in all directions.
So much so that…
Inside the Qianlong Basket, a space unto itself.
Qing, holding her sleeping little brother, watched Li Suhong warily.
Li Suhong showed no reaction, as if still suppressed by the Spirit Talisman, unable to move.
Beside them, a Spirit Eel, resembling a thunder serpent, coiled its body idly blowing a bubble.
Three people and one fish, each seated in different directions.
Suddenly, the evil chants and nefarious songs came chanting along.
“What is this…?”
Qing was startled, filled with questions.
“Whoa!”
The Spirit Eel was also startled, with thunder flashing all over its body.
Li Suhong, too, furrowed her brows in concern but was powerless to move due to the Spirit Talisman suppression.
At this moment…
The curse chants stacked layer upon layer, intensifying with each wave, and even the Magic Artifact could not block them, constantly penetrating the ears.
Li Suhong felt dizzy for a moment, and the scene before her eyes changed.
Darkness, darkness, a tide of darkness surged toward her.
Within the darkness, a lotus bloomed, forming a lotus throne.
Atop the lotus throne sat a lone Buddha, not in a dignified, solemn posture, but rather sitting with legs wide apart.
A Golden Buddha, with a belly as big as a drum, covered in pitch-black curse writings sat atop the dark lotus. Below, many infants kneeled and bowed, and above, its eight arms flailed. Six arms danced behind, holding Vajra Pestles and other Magic Artifacts, while two arms in front formed the lotus gesture, sacred and majestic yet at the same time eerie and terrifying.
It was indeed…
Li Suhong’s eyes quivered, and her gaze, her line of sight, uncontrollably lifted to look at the Buddha’s face.
Atop the dark lotus, the Buddha sat with a scarlet talisman on its forehead, covering its face like a headdress.
“Boom!”
At the moment of eye contact, pitch-black flames rose, the bright red curse writings ignited and in an instant turned to ashes, revealing the face beneath.
Beneath the talisman, there was neither compassion nor dignity.
Only… emptiness!
Empty eyes, an empty face!
The Buddha’s face, its head, was a massive void. Within the void, an infinite darkness with crystalline diamond-shaped flesh flickering in and out of visibility, a sight challenging the limits of both physiology and psychology.
That was Her, that was indeed Her!
The Bodhisattva of Flesh and Blood, the envious Demon Lord—Big Black Buddha Mother!
