Chapter 621: The Buddha Realm Has No Swords
These several hundred Buddhist disciples felt a sudden chill as his three gazes swept over them. All kinds of Buddhist chants rang out incessantly. Every one of them who met Qin Mu's gaze involuntarily opened all their divine repositories, erupting with their full momentum!
They sensed the killing intent in Qin Mu's eyes and thought it was directed at them!
Being swept by Qin Mu's gaze, they couldn't help but unleash all their momentum, which made them seem somewhat overly nervous and lost them some face, but it also provided an opportunity to see the differences in their cultivation techniques and divine abilities.
Some disciples had a cloud of light above their heads, with a great Buddha sitting within it. Others had halos behind their heads, with dozens of tiny Buddhas revolving around them within the halo, chanting Buddhist scriptures.
Some had golden springs gushing from beneath their feet, covered with lotus leaves and flowers, allowing them to stand on a red lotus in the center.
Others had cultivated heretical Buddhist methods, gaining three heads and six arms with faces like yakshas. Still others were spotless, covered in holy light.
Their spiritual weapons were also bizarre and varied: pipas, umbrellas, precious pearls, bows and arrows, treasured swords, vajras, golden maces, and other such weapons. Some had even cultivated divine beasts into weapons, using their primordial qi to drive the beasts to attack.
The Buddhist realm had twenty heavens, and the focus of the Buddha Ancestor in each heaven was different, so their techniques were also different.
Besides the Buddhist techniques, many of these disciples also revealed numerous supreme arts from the Heavenly Court, forced out by Qin Mu's gaze.
Under the watch of his third eye, all their cultivation levels and realms were clearly visible.
These disciples were not figures as great as Qi Jiuying. Qi Jiuying was a noble of the Heavenly Court, cultivating an Imperial Seat technique. Even a figure like Lu Li, the Governor of Youdu, had to be extremely respectful and not dare to be negligent.
Although the disciples came from the Heavenly Court or were connected to it, they had not yet come into contact with Imperial Seat techniques. Imperial Seat techniques were not like cabbages on the roadside; otherwise, the Heavenly Court wouldn't have sent them to try to learn the Great Brahma Heavenly King Buddha's Imperial Seat True Scripture.
"How dare you!"
Dharma King Molun flew into a rage, bellowing, "Daring to kill in the Buddha realm, you truly are a demon!"
Qin Mu ignored him, withdrew his gaze, and looked down at his own hands, murmuring, "It's been a long time since I've used my full strength... Even when I fought Qi Jiuying and Zhe Huali, I didn't open all three eyes. I don't know what stage I've cultivated to."
Dharma King Molun was momentarily stunned and was about to continue his outburst when suddenly, from within the dilapidated temple, the voice of the Heavenly King Buddha Shakra rang out: "Junior Brother Molun, calm down. Fights between disciples will inevitably lead to casualties. You wouldn't personally step in, would you? A lifetime is just a stinking leather bag. Prince Moonlight has shed his leather bag and is now light and free—this is a great cause for celebration. The rules have been set. Let the disciples challenge Layman Qin. Whoever wins gets the last spot to enter the temple and learn the Imperial Seat True Scripture."
Dharma King Molun was furious but held back, thinking, "Is the Heavenly King Buddha Shakra backing this kid? He even dares to say such shameless things!"
However, since the Heavenly King Buddha Shakra had spoken, he didn't dare to be negligent. He thought, "This little brat from the lower realm is indeed not weak in skill, but challenging all the disciples is pure arrogance! The Great Brahma Heavenly King Buddha's Imperial Seat True Scripture is the priority. It's not a good time to fall out now. I'll get the true scripture first."
Inside the dilapidated temple, the Heavenly King Buddha Shakra, who was comprehending the Imperial Seat True Scripture, grunted. The voice that had just spoken to stop Dharma King Molun wasn't his at all.
He was focused on comprehending the true scripture; when would he have time to pay attention to the outside world?
"Who is impersonating my voice? They sound exactly like me! Ah, it must be Senior Brother Great Brahma. Only he can mimic my voice so perfectly that no one can tell the difference."
The Heavenly King Buddha Shakra's brows twitched. "This is the first shit pot, isn't it? And it's been personally placed on my head by my senior brother. I hope it's the only one..."
"Heavenly Court's Sun Prince, here to vanquish the demon in your heart!"
The Sun Prince stepped forward, a great sun radiating light from behind his head, and said calmly, "You're from the lower realm? The lower realm is a barren land. It's rare for a talent to emerge, and they inevitably become arrogant because of their talent."
Qin Mu didn't look up at him but continued staring at his own hands, silently thinking, "Granny Si and the others always told me to seal this eye, but sealing it also prevents me from knowing my own progress. How strong is my full power? Now I can finally find out..."
He suddenly shivered with excitement, trembling with exhilaration, shaking with anticipation.
Finally, he could safely unleash his full strength. Finally, he could strike without restraint. Finally, he didn't have to worry about causing trouble for his friends and family because of his destructive desires and overwhelming power!
He could finally let himself go and be the fearless youth from the Great Ruin again!
The youth from the Great Ruin only needed to follow the rules of the Great Ruin. All other constraints were from the outside world and had nothing to do with him!
"Hehehe... Hahaha!"
Qin Mu laughed, his laughter growing louder. The Sun Prince frowned slightly and said calmly, "I am the Sun Prince, the crown prince of the Sun Buddha Kingdom. I was a classmate of Senior Brother Moonlight in the Heavenly Court's Sword Palace, learning swordsmanship together. Our friendship was deep..."
"So much chatter. If you miss him so much, I'll send you down to keep him company!"
Qin Mu suddenly reached out and slapped. The sword orb suddenly expanded and exploded. Countless flying swords whistled into the air, forming a cloud that blotted out the sky. The great sun behind the Sun Prince's head suddenly burst forth, and he laughed, "I've been waiting for you!"
The great sun behind his head was filled with blazing fire. Unlike Moonlight Prince's Moonlight Sword, his sword carried pure Yang true fire. The great sun shone everywhere, burning everything. The sword light was hidden within the firelight and sunlight, dazzling the eyes and making it impossible to see his sword!
The Great Sun Divine Sword!
His divine sword clashed with Qin Mu's rain of swords, and in an instant, countless clanging sounds rang out. The Sun Prince was startled, immediately sensing that his sword technique had been broken: "His swordsmanship has three moves... no, four moves of basic sword techniques that I've never seen before!"
The shock in his heart was beyond words. Four basic sword techniques!
Forget four, even one extra basic sword technique would require a complete overhaul of all swordsmanship under heaven, increasing the number of variations beyond count!
And now, there were four!
"That means any of my sword techniques is full of flaws in his eyes!"
Fear arose in the Sun Prince's heart, and a countermeasure flashed through his mind like lightning: "The swordsmanship of the lower realm has improved so much that the Heavenly Court's swordsmanship can no longer compete with it. The only option is to not use swordsmanship. Using any sword technique against him is a flaw. I have to use blade techniques or magical powers and divine abilities to contend with him. Otherwise, I'll be dead right now... Wait, why am I not dead yet..."
He saw Qin Mu's eight thousand swords form a gray cloud, with sword lights swimming like fish within it, executing various sword techniques as they flew past him without attacking him.
The Sun Prince was stunned for a moment. He looked down and saw that his physical body was like a broken sieve, full of blood holes that went straight through.
His mind was a bit hazy. He raised his hand and touched his forehead. One finger sank into his head.
He reached for the back of his head. The back of his head had a small hole, presumably the mark left by a flying sword that had pierced through his brow and exited from the back of his head.
"So, my primordial spirit has already been killed by him..." The Sun Prince swayed and collapsed to the ground.
Qin Mu's figure stepped over his fallen body, completely unaware of all the mental activity the Sun Prince had gone through before his death.
"In today's battle, there will be no one in the Buddha realm who practices the sword!" The youth from the Great Ruin laughed heartily.
Eight thousand swords pressed down like a gray cloud, attacking almost all the disciples at once!
In that instant, almost all the disciples involuntarily reacted. Qin Mu's three eyes flashed like lightning, rapidly scanning the disciples who were resisting his sword techniques. About a hundred disciples used sword techniques to counter his swordsmanship.
The divine abilities and spiritual weapons of the other disciples varied greatly. Many of them had extremely high cultivation and strength, such as the Makara Prince, the Dragon Princess, and the Floating Cloud Prince mentioned by Dharma King Molun, as well as the Universal Illumination Disciple, who had vomited blood while debating with the Demon Ape Warring Sky, and the Empty Form Disciple. Their strength was also very high.
Most of the other disciples cultivated techniques from the Heavenly Court and had low proficiency in Buddhist techniques. Therefore, about a hundred young experts practiced swordsmanship.
Suddenly, the Yama King Buddha couldn't bear it anymore. He closed his eyes and said to the other Buddhas, "Let's go. This place can no longer be watched. If we watch any longer, there will be rivers of blood."
The Dragon King Buddha and the other Buddhas nodded in agreement, saying, "Indeed, it's unbearable to watch." With that, they led their respective disciples and flew away from the place, heading back to their respective Buddhist heavens.
The Empty Form Disciple secretly looked back and was stunned. He saw that in the battlefield in front of the dilapidated temple, blood suddenly burst forth—a hundred beams of blood!
A hundred disciples who practiced swordsmanship had their sword techniques broken in an instant, and their primordial spirits or physical bodies were directly slain, dying on the spot!
The Empty Form Disciple was horrified, his hands and feet icy cold, unable to speak.
In that brief glance, Qin Mu had already gathered the swords into an orb, compressed the orb into a blade, split the long blade in two, and moved his feet in a staggered, lightning-fast pace. His figure darted left and right, forward and backward, his blade light so fast it was invisible to the naked eye. With a raise of the blade, heads fell; with a slash, bodies were split!
The two beams of blade light in his hands were like long dragons, sweeping in all directions with great, open movements. Suddenly, a gate opened behind him, revealing the dark Youdu. That towering gate moved with his figure, sweeping across everything in its path. Before many disciples could react, the gate devoured their souls and primordial spirits, leaving behind empty husks of bodies!
The Empty Form Disciple's scalp went numb, and his body trembled. He saw Qin Mu merge the two long blades into a long spear, impale the Dragon Princess on its tip, and with a flick of the spear, that charming Dragon Princess shattered into pieces.
Then, Qin Mu slammed the spear into the ground. Countless flying swords scattered, forming a large bell that covered him. They spun wildly around him, blocking the divine abilities and spiritual weapons that other disciples attacked him with.
Under the bell, Qin Mu struck out wildly. Each punch and kick was distinct and clear. His violent power passed through the bell to the outside world, shattering the bones of several disciples of the combat technique school who were fighting at close range!
"Empty Form, you don't need to watch anymore."
The Yama King Buddha sighed and said, "If you watch any longer, it will affect your Buddhist heart."
The Empty Form Disciple was startled. He wanted to speak, but his throat was hoarse and he couldn't get the words out. He had to moisten his throat, but his voice was still a bit hoarse: "My Buddha, Layman Qin is slaughtering like this. Can the Buddhas tolerate him?"
"Even if they don't tolerate him, what can they do?"
The Yama King Buddha said softly, "I saw him in Youdu. Years ago, I went down to Youdu, wanting to save the souls there, and I encountered him. I thought he was dead, but he survived. It seems he has forgotten what happened in his childhood. It's been nineteen years now..."