Encountering Dharma Emptiness

Wang Zhan, the Jiang family's Divine King Physique, Qilinzi Mo Yu, the Great Zhou Dynasty's Ji Xuanye...

Each of these top-tier young supreme beings had astonishingly reached the King Realm!

Every move they made tugged at the heartstrings of countless people, and their victories or defeats seemed to implicitly foreshadow the future trends of the world.

At the peak of Purple Bamboo Peak, clouds rolled and drifted.

Gu Changge sat leisurely on a stone bench, his fingertips lightly brushing across a warm teacup. His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of the void, taking in the recent surging winds and clouds of the Eastern Region.

The Holy Son of Fluctuating Light retreated in defeat, the name of the "Cyan-robed Guest" rose to prominence, the "Mountain-Crushing Lord" suppressed the barbarian cultivators of the Northern Region with his fists, the "River-Severing Guest" slew the ascetic monks of the Western Region with his sword...

Qilinzi was arrogant and wild, the Wang family's Battle Physique displayed fierce might, the Divine King Physique's light dazzled the world, the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou was unfathomable...

One after another, pieces of news that were enough to make the blood of ordinary cultivators boil or strike fear into their hearts flowed through his mind, yet failed to stir even the slightest ripple.

"Just ripples in a pond,"

he took a light sip of clear tea, his tone flat and waveless.

These so-called clashes of geniuses, in his eyes, had no essential difference from children playing around.

However, when the titles "Cyan-robed Guest," "Mountain-Crushing Lord," and "River-Severing Guest" successively reached his ears, the corners of Gu Changge's mouth curved up slightly in a barely perceptible arc.

"These few brats have caused quite a stir."

He understood in his heart that the source of Senior Brother Xuanyangzi's sweet trouble lay precisely here.

As their master, he was naturally happy to see his disciples make a name for themselves through their own abilities.

Suddenly, his gaze flickered.

"The Heavenly Secret Pavilion's methods. Hmm, is it that little guy named Xinglan?"

A hint of playfulness flashed in Gu Changge's eyes.

"Still want to create a Genius Ranking? Heh, do you want to muddy these waters even more and make the younger generation fight even more fiercely, or what?"

In the Eastern Region, at the peak of a solitary mountain that pierced straight into the clouds.

The fierce wind howled, flapping the hem of Wang Zhan's black battle robe. He stood with his hands behind his back, his figure as straight as a spear, his gaze like lightning, overlooking the churning sea of clouds beneath his feet, as if patrolling his own territory.

Several figures with formidable auras stood respectfully behind him. They were all young talents of the Desolate Ancient Wang family or geniuses from vassal forces. At this moment, they all lowered their heads slightly in a humble posture.

A follower stepped forward and reported in a low voice the recent news of the surging winds and clouds in the Eastern Region, especially emphasizing the arrogant challenge letter from Qilinzi Mo Yu.

After hearing this, the corners of Wang Zhan's mouth curled up in a cold arc, bearing undisguised contempt.

"Qilinzi? Heh, a beast covered in scales and horns, having obtained some ancient legacy, doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Does he even deserve to bark in front of me?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried a metallic quality that echoed at the peak, filled with absolute confidence and arrogance.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone behind him. That gaze was like something tangible, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

"As for that Battle Asura who hides his head and shows his tail, are there any clues?"

He changed the subject, his tone carrying a trace of imperceptible solemnity.

"Reporting to the Young Master," another follower hurriedly bowed and answered.

"We have investigated with all our might, but Battle Asura's whereabouts are secretive. He disappeared without a trace after the battle, and there are still no definite clues."

Hearing this, Wang Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing within.

He was not angered by Qilinzi's provocation; instead, he showed greater interest in that even more mysterious opponent.

"Qilinzi is nothing. No matter how strong his bloodline is, it's ultimately an external force. Empty brute courage is nothing but a decent whetstone."

His tone was flat, yet it carried an accurate judgment that pierced through the essence.

"But this Battle Asura can fight against the peak of the King Realm while only at the Heaven-Human Realm. The opponent was just an ordinary elder, but to be able to cross a major realm and defeat the opponent, his inheritance, temperament, and combat power are all top-tier.

For such a figure to be willing to remain silent, his ambitions must be quite big. However, the Heaven-Human Realm is still lacking. I hope you break through to the King Realm soon, only then will you have the qualifications to stand before me!"

He remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing something, and then gave an order, his voice decisive:

"Send word out. Tell that Qilinzi that in seven days, at the ancient ruins of the Demon Heaven Sect, I will wait for him to battle.

When the time comes, I will let him understand what the aptitude of a Great Emperor is, and what the heavenly might of the human race is!"

"Yes! Young Master!"

The crowd behind him responded in unison, their voices shaking the clouds, and then turned into several streaks of light, quickly spreading this battle-ready response to various parts of the Eastern Region.

Wang Zhan turned back, gazing at the endless sea of clouds. His gaze was profound, and battle intent condensed around him, like a God of War about to awaken.

"Battle Asura, Sword in White, I hope you don't make me wait too long."

On the solitary peak, only the whistling sound of the wind remained, along with the prelude to an even more blazing war that was about to sweep across the Eastern Region.

Three days later, deep in a secluded gorge where traces of humans were rare.

Li Xuanfeng's figure quietly appeared. Following the records in ancient texts, he came here to find a spirit herb called "Star Vein Orchid."

This herb contained the essence of the stars and was a crucial supplementary medicine for harmonizing the sharp sword qi of the Sword Heart Grass and helping to refine it perfectly.

The gorge was filled with dense spiritual energy, and ancient trees towered into the sky.

Li Xuanfeng's divine sense swept over, and he quickly found a strange orchid in a rock crevice where moonlight could penetrate. Its whole body was like colored glaze, with specks of starlight flowing on its leaves. It was exactly the Star Vein Orchid.

He was delighted and was just about to step forward to pick it.

Suddenly, a gentle Buddhist chant rang out from not far away:

"Amitabha. This object contains starlight and conforms to the heavenly secrets. It has an affinity with my Buddha.

Benefactor, this object should be a bright lamp before my Buddha, illuminating Bodhi."

Before the words had completely fallen, a figure appeared like a phantom beside the rock crevice.

The newcomer wore a moon-white monk robe, had a handsome face, and a dignified appearance. His whole body exuded a gentle yet unfathomable Buddha light, and his aura had astonishingly reached the King Realm!

It was precisely Fa Kong of the Sumeru Ancient Temple in the Western Region.

This person was less than a hundred years old, yet his cultivation had already reached the late stage of the King Realm. Relying on his superb Buddhist divine abilities, he had been famous in the Western Region for many years and was hailed as one of the leading figures of the younger generation of Buddhism in the Western Region, possessing unfathomable strength.

He chanted a Buddhist slogan, his tone gentle, but his movements were as fast as lightning. One of his palms was already glowing with glazed golden light, grabbing straight towards the Star Vein Orchid, completely ignoring Li Xuanfeng who had arrived first.

Li Xuanfeng frowned, his figure moving slightly. Striking later but arriving first, a condensed sword qi slashed silently towards Fa Kong's wrist, forcing him to defend.

"Hmm?"

Fa Kong let out a soft sound of surprise, flipped his wrist, and a phantom of a golden lotus bloomed at his fingertips, easily deflecting the sword qi, but his picking action was also hindered for a moment.

He looked at Li Xuanfeng, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into a deeper, compassionate smile:

"What exquisite swordplay, Benefactor. It's a pity that your obsession is too heavy, coveting external objects, and I fear you will fall into the boundless sea of suffering.

Why not let this humble monk take this object, and chant sutras and pray for blessings for you in the future to dissolve your hostility? It would also be a merit."

His words sounded high-sounding, as if his forceful snatching was for Li Xuanfeng's own good. The compassionate expression on his face formed a sharp contrast with his unsparing snatching behavior, making him appear incredibly hypocritical!