Chapter 613: Six-Character True Mantra vs Nine Secrets
Ye Fan struck with heavy hands, consecutively killing Saint Son-level figures, and even shot the Yin Yang Holy Maiden to death with an arrow, piercing through her forehead bone. The others were filled with fear; no one was unafraid of death, and they verbally submitted.
What was face or dignity compared to a precious life? As long as they could survive, lowering their posture and repenting was nothing. They still wanted to see the sunrise and sunset, not to be erased from the world.
"All of you, step aside!" Ye Fan swept his gaze over them, fixing his eyes on Yan Yunluan and that mendicant.
"Ye, don't think you're invincible under heaven. I, the Buddha, have been wanting to liberate you for a long time!" the bitter mendicant advanced, the knife scar on his face twitching, looking ferocious.
"Liberate me? Let me make you realize all is empty instead!" Ye Fan leaped up, charging forward like a dragon, forming the True Dragon Seal with his hands and striking down.
The mendicant roared, chanting an ancient scripture from his mouth. His body emitted boundless light, like a vajra, with a ten-foot golden body, holding a begging bowl as he struck forward.
"Clang!"
The purple-gold begging bowl shook violently, like a great bell or cauldron roaring. Ten thousand sound waves surged, the earth like an ocean, soil and stone rising and falling like a tsunami, rolling up into the high heavens.
"This mendicant, what background does he have? He blocked the Saint Body's strike?!" someone in the distance exclaimed in surprise.
"I have an indestructible vajra body. See how you can harm me," the bitter mendicant shouted. The begging bowl in his hand bloomed with purple light, its aura even stronger as he struck forward.
"Don't talk about a hairy monk like you; even if a arhat came, I could shatter him," Ye Fan said. A thick surge of blood energy shot from his crown, piercing through the clouds.
His whole body glowed, like a nine-cycle golden body, divine radiance blazing. Every inch of his flesh contained destructive power. He extended his arms and legs, as if to collapse the void.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan moved with great force, every gesture capable of uprooting mountains, beating the purple-gold begging bowl until it wailed in lament. The Buddhist artifact could barely withstand it.
"Amitabha..." The mendicant roared, his ten-foot golden body shaking. He was like a lion, emitting a sound like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.
The Fearless Lion Seal!
He transformed into a divine lion, roaring once. The mountain ranges on the horizon trembled. He struck with profound hand seals, colliding fiercely with Ye Fan's Dragon Seal.
"Pfft!"
The mendicant coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward. Even the Buddhist indestructible vajra body couldn't withstand Ye Fan's physical assault; it was far from enough.
Yet, the distant crowd was astonished. In this era, who else dared to contend with Ye Fan in physical combat? This mendicant's courage was commendable, and his vajra body was fearsome.
"This mendicant likely has a great background. He probably came from some temple; otherwise, it would be hard to cultivate such a physique."
"The Western Desert is full of ancient temples, with many branches of Buddhism. Some of those ancient temples are unfathomably deep. He is likely a disciple of such an ancient temple."
By now, people no longer discussed how powerful the Saint Body's physique was, but rather compared who could last longer against it.
"Ye Fan, the first time you wounded me with the Ten Thousand Sorrow Bow, the second time I lost to your heavenly tribulation. Today, let me see your true skill," Yan Yunluan shouted.
He spat out a rainbow from his mouth, which formed a five-colored feather fan in his palm. It had roc feathers and phoenix plumes, shimmering with five colors.
"Boom!"
Yan Yunluan waved it hard. A red light surged from the five-colored feather fan, instantly flooding several li in radius. A deep abyss appeared directly, with endless great fire burning.
In the distance, the crowd was horrified. What kind of treasure fan was this? With one wave, it burned a great rift valley into the earth, magma surging, a terrifying sight.
Even someone as strong as Ye Fan felt a scorching heat. The ground within a li sank, burned and collapsed, charred black. Any other cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm would have turned to ashes.
"Boom!"
Yan Yunluan waved again. A cyan light shot from the five-colored feather fan. In an instant, mountains collapsed and seas roared. Within several li, sand and stones flew, and the earth was shaved down by over a hundred zhang.
Moreover, the void was torn open with one gaping wound after another, pitch black, storms everywhere, wind like an ocean.
Ye Fan flew backward over ten li, his clothes tattered. His body was struck by many wind blades, which clanged incessantly against his flesh.
This fan was a secret treasure. Everyone thought so. If it weren't for the Saint Body, anyone else at the fourth transformation of Dragon Transformation would have been minced.
"Prodigy-level figures' treasures are indeed rare. Even Saint Lord-rank figures would covet them!"
"Boom!"
Yan Yunluan waved the treasure fan a third time. A pitch-black river surged out, rushing toward Ye Fan. Its yin energy was terrifying, dissolving all things.
"Supreme Yin True Water!"
The crowd was shocked. Yan Yunluan's third fan swept out Supreme Yin true force. The great river surged, black water flooding the sky, corroding all living things in heaven and earth.
"You're not done yet!" Ye Fan shouted. A vast golden divine sea spread beneath his feet, and an azure lotus accompanied him as he charged forward.
"The Saint Body's Divine Phenomenon!"
Everyone's eyes widened. The Saint Body's divine phenomenon was the most mysterious, capable of countering others' strange celestial phenomena. Unfathomable since ancient times, no one didn't want to see it clearly.
The Supreme Yin True Water was blocked by the golden divine sea. Ye Fan, like a war god, rushed over ten li in one go, returning to the battlefield, swinging his fists to smash.
"Boom!"
Yan Yunluan waved the treasure fan a fourth time. The void was filled with vitality. Endless ancient trees appeared, along with various vines, coiling like great dragons to entangle.
From all directions, all essence was instantly drained. Heaven and earth dimmed. The dense aura of plants formed Dao diagrams, refining Ye Fan.
"Rustle"
The azure lotus beside Ye Fan gently swayed. All plants withered, their endless essence drawn into the lotus. With his divine phenomenon activated, no techniques could touch him. He neutralized all attacks, using his golden fists to pierce heaven and earth, killing Yan Yunluan.
"Crack!"
An ancient shield shattered. Over a dozen flying swords broke inch by inch. A batch of treasures turned to powder before his golden fists.
"Pfft"
Yan Yunluan spat out a mouthful of blood, flying several li before stabilizing. If not for blocking with the five-colored treasure fan, he would have been shattered just now.
"Is this the fair fight you wanted? It's nothing special," Ye Fan said loudly.
Yan Yunluan's face burned. Losing again and again, this was unacceptable for a genius who had grown up under a halo. It was a disgrace to him.
"Clang"
A clear light flickered. A bronze battle armor appeared before him, clanking as it automatically donned itself. Another bronze war halberd was held in his hand.
"Chi"
The five-colored treasure fan turned into a ball of light, imprinting onto the halberd's blade. The bronze halberd became even more terrifying, like a demonic weapon from the underworld.
"I'll definitely liberate you!" the bitter mendicant sneered.
Yan Yunluan's forehead bone crack healed, his heart unsettled, and asked, "Master, what ancient heavenly sound is this?" Without the bronze battle armor protecting him, he would have been in danger just now, part of his body likely worn away.
"This is the supreme Six-Character True Mantra of our Buddhism. As long as one's Dharma power is strong enough, it can subdue all the mighty ones in the world," the mendicant said.
In the distance, the crowd exclaimed. The Buddhist Six-Character True Mantra—Om, Ma, Ni, Pad, Me, Hum—was the supreme sacred art, capable of subduing all deities in heaven.
In the Western Desert, there were many temples, but only a few most ancient sacred temples each mastered one character of the mantra. They were hard to gather, and some had been permanently lost.
"This mendicant definitely has a great origin. Only those original ancient temples each possess one kind of true mantra."
In the distant sky, everyone changed color.
The legendary six ancient sounds possessed the great power to create heaven and earth, infinite in mystery, supreme, containing the great ability, great wisdom, and great compassion of the universe.
"Om..."
The mendicant chanted the heavenly sound, continuously empowering the purple-gold begging bowl, intending to use this true mantra to dissolve Ye Fan, annihilating his form and spirit.
Ten thousand layers of Buddha light flooded this void. He sat cross-legged here, using the supreme Buddhist sacred art to dissolve Ye Fan's form and refine his soul.
"Clang!" "Clang!"...
Suddenly, the purple-gold begging bowl shook violently, its sound echoing through the sky. Cracks appeared, and it was about to collapse.
This was a Buddhist treasure refined by a top Saint Lord-rank divine monk, yet it couldn't withstand the terrifying force, about to be shattered.
"Bang!"
With a final violent tremor, the begging bowl shattered into pieces. Ye Fan's whole body blazed with golden light as he forcefully broke out, evolving the Battle Saint Art.
"Om!" The mendicant roared, using this original true mantra to suppress Ye Fan.
"You have the Buddhist Six-Character True Mantra; I have the supreme Taoist Nine Secrets. Let's see which is stronger!" Ye Fan shouted.
Everyone was stunned. Although many had long guessed that Ye Fan possessed one or two of the Nine Secrets, this was the first time he admitted it himself.
He evolved the Battle Character Secret, his hands moving in harmony with the universe. His body transformed into a dragon shape, shredding the Buddhist sound as he charged through.
"Pfft"
The mendicant was cut in two, blood spurting. He was extremely unwilling, saying, "Pity, the Battle Victory Buddha went into seclusion and disappeared. The Om character true mantra was lost. I only got half of it."
In the distant sky, a clamor arose. Everyone was shocked. The Western Desert still had a Buddha, a sage existing in the world!
"Pfft"
Ye Fan evolved the Battle Character Art, his body curved like a true dragon, becoming the dividing line of yin and yang in a Taiji diagram. He charged through, swinging his right hand, cutting off Yan Yunluan's head.