Here.
Da Xing the Mad Monk seemed to transform into a great sun.
The great sun was vast, its Buddhist Law boundless, its radiance illuminating all ages.
That figure was like wind, like rain, and like mist—illusory, ethereal, and elusive. It appeared as if it were extending a single finger, pointing at Da Xing the Mad Monk who had transformed into the great sun.
The two of them stood in confrontation like this, the fluctuations erupting from them causing the surrounding chaotic currents to continuously scatter and recede.
"You little brat!
Just who the hell are you?!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk was inwardly horrified.
Although he had only exchanged a few rounds with the other party, he dared to affirm that this opponent was certainly an expert—and what's more, an expert of unfathomable depth and terrifyingly formidable strength.
Not only were their moves and techniques ever-changing, but their Supernatural Abilities were also profoundly powerful to an extreme degree, unheard of. Especially the opponent's power—it was so terrifying it left Da Xing the Mad Monk utterly shocked.
"The Living Buddha of the world, Da Xing the Mad Monk... heh!"
The opponent's voice came through—it was actually a woman's voice, and her words carried a tone of considerable disdain for Da Xing the Mad Monk.
"So it's just a little girl!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk released his Divine Sense, attempting to probe the other party. However, what shocked him even more was that when his Divine Sense probed, it was like a clay ox entering the sea—he actually couldn't detect anything at all. It was completely empty.
Da Xing the Mad Monk possessed the Dharma Eye of Buddhist wisdom. He wouldn't dare claim it could see through all things in heaven and earth, but once the Dharma Eye opened, nothing in heaven and earth could hide from it. Apart from special existences like Gu Qingfeng, whose Divine Sense simply couldn't be probed, he rarely encountered beings he couldn't detect at all.
Of course.
Over the years, it wasn't that he had never come across such existences that he couldn't probe at all. It was just that those existences all had names and reputations; Da Xing the Mad Monk knew them all. Even if he didn't know them, he could guess their identity, background, and origins from their characteristics.
But now, the characteristics of this opponent left Da Xing the Mad Monk unable to guess anything for the moment.
After a few rounds of exchange, whether it was the profoundness of their Supernatural Abilities or their power, it was all unheard of.
In Da Xing the Mad Monk's estimation, this fellow was either some revived old-timer, or they were deliberately concealing their identity.
Seeing the other party remain silent, Da Xing the Mad Monk asked, "Little girl, do you and This Old Monk have some grudge?"
As he asked, Da Xing the Mad Monk pondered. He thought and thought but couldn't recall who he might have offended.
"You and I have neither grudge nor grievance!"
"Since there's no grudge or grievance, why do you want to kill This Old Monk!"
"I just don't like the look of you, that's all!"
"Oh?
Just because you don't like the look of This Old Monk, you want to kill me?"
"Is that not allowed?"
"Then This Old Monk would like to ask, why don't you like the look of me?"
"You know very well what you've done."
"What has This Old Monk done?
This Old Monk has done nothing!"
"Heh!
As a Living Buddha, instead of properly saving All Sentient Beings, what are you doing running around this Desolate Ancient Era Black Hole joining in the excitement?"
"Whether This Old Monk saves All Sentient Beents or not, what's it to you?
This Old Monk running to the Desolate Ancient Era Black Hole to join the excitement, what business is it of yours!
Little girl, aren't you overstepping a bit!"
"Whether you save All Sentient Beings or not indeed has nothing to do with me. You running to the Desolate Ancient Era Black Hole to join the excitement, I don't want to meddle, nor can I be bothered."
"So then, what is This Old Monk obstructing you from?"
"You, this shit-stirring stick, are indeed very obstructive!"
"What what!
You little girl, what did you call This Old Monk?
A shit-stirring stick?
Damn it!
When did This Old Monk become a shit-stirring stick?"
"You've always been a shit-stirring stick!
From the Ancient Era all the way to the Present Era, you stirred up chaos in the Great Wilderness, and that was one thing. But now you've actually come to the Desolate Ancient Era Black Hole to be a shit-stirring stick. Da Xing, this lady has endured you for a very, very long time..."
"So then, you plan to eradicate This Old Monk today?"
"Otherwise, what do you think!"
"Little girl, it's not that This Old Monk looks down on you, but with your paltry, third-rate skills, wanting to kill This Old Monk is still a bit too green."
"Then let's try and see!"
As the other party's voice fell, the figure vanished without warning. When it reappeared, the sky was filled with countless figures.
The figures were like stars in the night sky—innumerable, countless. Each figure was endlessly changing, containing a mysterious imposing aura and an unknown power.
Good heavens!
What kind of devilry was this again?
Da Xing the Mad Monk swept his gaze over them and couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb. He had seen plenty of external incarnations in his lifetime. Incarnations as numerous as the stars—he had seen those too. Not only seen them, he could do it himself.
What truly made Da Xing the Mad Monk's scalp go numb wasn't these endless external incarnations, but the mysterious imposing aura and terrifying unknown power contained within each figure.
Having exchanged several rounds with the opponent earlier, he knew full well how fearsome that mysterious, unknown imposing power was. He dared not be negligent in the slightest.
Watching as the countless figures swept toward him like a storm of pear blossoms, Da Xing the Mad Monk swung his arms. Golden light flashed, Buddhist Law transformed, manifesting various great Buddha palms.
This was one of the legendary supreme Supernatural Abilities of the Buddhist Dao—the Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm. It contained the imposing aura of the great Buddha, the power of the Tathagata, with profound mysteries numbering in the thousands and layers of Buddhist Law in the tens of thousands. Throughout ancient and modern times, few had comprehended the Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm.
The sky was filled with figures, the sky was filled with Buddha palms.
The figures were illusory, ethereal figures; the Buddha palms were vast, boundless Buddha palms.
The figures were infinite figures; the Buddha palms were endless Buddha palms.
"Little girl!
Trying to outlast This Old Monk? I'm afraid you can't afford it!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk's mastery of Buddhist Law was as deep as it could be—not infinite, yet akin to infinite; not endless, yet akin to endless. In a war of attrition, he had never feared anyone in his life.
However...
As the fight went on, Da Xing the Mad Monk gradually began to feel that something was amiss. Exactly what was amiss, he couldn't say for the moment. Moreover, the opponent's illusory, endless figures were becoming more and more mysterious, more and more bizarre.
They were like sovereigns presiding over all living beings, like fierce and malicious demons, and simultaneously like Buddhas saving All Sentient Beings.
The more he fought, the more alarmed Da Xing the Mad Monk became. The more he fought, the more creeped out he felt. As the fight continued, his heart grew increasingly afraid, increasingly fearful.
What the hell was going on?
Just who was this opponent? How did they know such sinister methods?
Wait!
No!
Good heavens!
Realizing he had fallen for the opponent's trick, Da Xing the Mad Monk immediately gathered his spirit, solidified his mind, joined his palms together, and shouted loudly: "Om!
Ma!
Ni!
Pad!
Me!
Hum!"
Boom!
The moment the Six-Syllable Great Bright Mantra emerged, the countless figures in the sky instantly dissipated like bubbles, as if they had never appeared.
"Petty tricks, and you dare try to bewilder This Old Monk!"
Although Da Xing the Mad Monk said this, his heart was actually pounding with panic. He never would have imagined the opponent's methods were so sophisticated. Just now, the endless figures were a mix of true and false, real and illusory, and they had quietly drawn him into an illusion. If he hadn't realized in time and immediately used the Six-Syllable Great Bright Mantra to break free from the illusion, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
"Hah!
Demoness, bring out all your skills! This Old Monk will take them all!"