Chapter 1844 - 176: Showdown, Pure Land of the Buddha Country! (Part 2)

Moreover, it is a true all-out attack.

This is the erosion of will, the Buddhist dependence of the Great Snow Mountain’s Buddhist sect.

"King Luoshui, watch carefully!"

King Zhuanlun’s voice rang out, peaceful yet grand, as if coming from the heavens.

Next moment.

Golden light around him suddenly condensed.

All the golden light gathered around him like a tide, forming a radiant image of utmost brilliance.

From within that light, a golden Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform slowly emerged, transforming from illusion to reality, supporting his figure from below.

King Zhuanlun sat on the lotus platform.

Now, he was no longer the figure of a lama in a purple-red monk robe.

He was clad in a golden kasaya, surrounded by Buddhist light, with a wheel of golden light gently rotating behind his head.

In the eyes of the people, his figure seemed to rise infinitely, transforming into a Buddha towering above the heavens.

And behind him.

An unimaginably towering phantom of a snow mountain slowly emerged.

The peak of the snow mountain penetrated deep into the clouds, connecting with the sky, and even higher than the heavens.

On the snow mountain’s peak, a glorious golden palace was vaguely visible.

Jiang Ning stood in place, watching calmly at everything before him.

He clearly felt that the aura emanating from King Zhuanlun at this moment was not entirely his own, nor belonging to a mortal.

It was the aura of the Honorable God from the Great Snow Mountain.

The Honorable God was showcasing His power through King Zhuanlun!

Between heaven and earth, the vast chanting sound became increasingly grand.

Soon after, that great silhouette seated on the lotus platform slowly spoke, and a voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The voice seemed to descend from the Buddha Country above the nine heavens, also rising from the depths of each person’s heart.

"Do you not bow upon seeing the True Buddha?"

The sound was vast, containing an irresistible will.

It resonated in the sky, in the mountains and rivers, and burst simultaneously beside everyone’s ears, in their hearts, in their Spirit Platform.

Within Celestial Palace City.

Countless civilians’ knees buckled, and they fell to the ground, their foreheads touching the earth, muttering unknown prayers.

On the city walls.

The soldiers defending the city kneeled down en masse, weapons scattered all around.

Even Prince Zhenbei and Beicang King, their foreheads sweating, beads of sweat rolling down.

The two exchanged a glance, seeing the astonishment in each other’s eyes.

They knew King Zhuanlun was strong, but didn’t expect him to be this formidable.

Able to shake the will and spirit of everyone in Celestial Palace City with mere words!

At this moment, King Zhuanlun sat on the Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform.

He lowered his eyes, seemingly compassionate yet indifferent.

He gazed down at Celestial Palace City, at the kneeling civilians and soldiers below, while also gazing at Jiang Ning.

Compared to everyone else, Jiang Ning was subjected to a spirit and will attack many times stronger.

That surge of spirit and will assault came like a wave, overwhelming, as though the will of the entire Buddha Country was crushing down on him alone.

The vast chanting echoed in his ears, the golden Buddhist light flickered before his eyes, and the silhouette seated on the Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform enlarged continually in his mind, threatening to completely crush his consciousness, making him bow and worship like the civilians and soldiers.

However, Jiang Ning’s expression remained calm.

He stood quietly on the city wall, his robe fluttering wildly in the wind and Buddhist light.

His gaze met the majestic Buddha figure ahead, his eyes filled with tranquility, like a calm and undisturbed pond.

"Do you not bow upon seeing the True Buddha?"

The voice sounded once more, more grand and dignified than before, as though the entire heaven and earth were questioning Jiang Ning, as though the mountains and rivers were forcing him to bow.

In Celestial Palace City, all the common folk had already knelt down, even those Martial Artists with slightly stronger will were also kneeling one by one.

Only a few, with pale faces and trembling bodies, slowly bent their knees, exerting themselves to resist the overwhelming will.

On the city wall, Prince Zhenbei and Beicang King exchanged a glance, seeing deep astonishment and relief in each other’s eyes.

The astonishment was from King Zhuanlun’s full force, and its terrifying power exceeded their expectations.

If King Zhuanlun had attacked with such might a few days ago, Celestial Palace City would have already become ruins, and they mere skeletons.

The relief was from having someone on their side capable of standing against such a person.

That person was Jiang Ning.

"Honorable God." Jiang Ning chuckled, slowly uttering two words.

Next moment.

He raised his right hand, with two fingers together, brushed his forehead.

Instantly.

A white vertical stripe appeared on his forehead.

From the stripe, dazzling white light dispersed like a cloud.

"Open!" Jiang Ning shouted.

The vertical stripe on his forehead opened, and countless brilliant rays burst from the gap, releasing billions of Divine Radiance.

Each ray of Divine Radiance at this moment was like a Divine Sword, cleaving heaven and earth, annihilating all things.

With billions of Divine Radiance bursting forth, billions of Divine Swords were unsheathed simultaneously.

At this moment, where the light reached, it pierced through the heavens and earth, annihilating everything.

The golden Buddhist light in the sky melted silently like snow in the face of the blazing sun.

That vast chanting, that great silhouette seated on the Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform, that towering snow mountain phantom, and those layered Buddha Country phenomena.

At this moment, they seemed to be gently wiped away by an invisible hand, dissipating inch by inch like a sand painting, scattered by the wind.

The sky returned to clarity, pure and bright, no longer resembling the previous scene.

On the city wall, the soldiers kneeling on the ground were momentarily startled, raising their heads.

They now felt a clear mind, and the irresistible will that compelled them to bow vanished without a trace.

In Celestial Palace City, countless kneeling civilians also arose, exchanging glances, filled with confusion and bewilderment.

As if the previous scenes of the Buddha Country, the grand chants were merely a fantastic dream.

With the dissipating phenomena, three miles outside the city, King Zhuanlun stood in place.

The purple-red monk robe on him had reverted to its normal state, without the flow of Buddhist light around him, and the golden wheel of light behind his head had disappeared.

However, the serenity and composure on his face had vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

He looked at the young figure on the city wall, at the vertical stripe of the Heavenly Eye on Jiang Ning’s forehead continuously emitting Divine Light, dispersing cloud-like white light, his eyes containing extreme solemnity.

"You are indeed the reincarnation of that one, no wonder you possess such means to break my Buddha Country from the Great Snow Mountain!" King Zhuanlun’s voice slowly sounded.

"I’ve heard such claims from King Zhuanlun several times, yet my True Spirit is unified, aware of my past and present life, I know I’m not the being you speak of." Jiang Ning said calmly.

Speaking, the vertical stripe on his forehead slowly closed, the brilliant white light receding, as if it never appeared.

King Zhuanlun, hearing this, slightly narrowed his eyes, gazing at Jiang Ning’s forehead for a moment.

Then slowly nodded: "There are many recorded Heavenly Eye phenomena, but the Heavenly Eye on your forehead, throughout ancient and modern history, only that one who governs heaven and earth’s divine law possesses such an eye. However, since you’ve said this, I won’t dwell on it. After all, at your level, there’s no need to lie about such matters."

He paused, his tone carrying some frankness: "The earlier mental confrontation was indeed my defeat. I initially thought the Buddha Country from the Great Snow Mountain would suffice to subdue you mentally. Yet unexpectedly, you broke it with ease. In terms of spirit and will, I am indeed not as strong as you."

On the city wall, Prince Zhenbei and Beicang King exchanged a glance, yet they found it unsurprising.

Because they both knew Jiang Ning was at the Immortal Realm.

With the strength of an Immortal, his spirit and will are naturally unmatched.

Moreover, Jiang Ning had exhibited the miraculous Heavenly Eye on his forehead.

To break the Buddha Country born of spirit and will was not an inconceivable feat.

At this time.

Boom—

King Zhuanlun took a step forward, the heavens roared, the earth trembled.

"King Luoshui, do you dare to compete with me again in Martial Arts?"