Sword Aura to the Heavens

Chapter 466: Chapter 461: Buddha Son and Daoist

The Qiyun Mountain Range suddenly became quiet, strangely quiet.

Countless gazes fell upon the ’Sword God’ silhouette, whose magnificent and towering body seemed ephemeral, as if born from the condensation of Sword Intent, summoned to the mortal realm from nine heavens above by the white-robed figure before it.

In the battle against Jiang Tai’a, Li Fan had already unleashed two swords under the Heavenly Nine Declines state, and many could see that this Sword Dao was an extraordinary killing move, erupting by burning potential.

After releasing two swords, the aura around Li Fan fluctuated extremely violently. Every such move overspent himself, causing the Leifan Monk and Li Changtian to believe it was difficult for Li Fan to slice the third sword, even if he did so, it would be a huge depletion, and he would never dare attempt it easily.

Indeed, they weren’t wrong, Li Fan did not easily unleash the third sword, but before he did, both of them were already dead, slain by the ’Sword God’s’ one finger.

There was already such a threat before the third sword was unleashed, what would happen if Li Fan slashed out that third sword?

"So, he let them attack together because he wanted to settle it all with one sword?" Many people conceived thoughts, wondering if Li Fan wanted to reserve this last sword to kill all debaters, gaining a chance for survival for himself?

Moreover, his words to Qi earlier seemed to confirm this suspicion; he asked Qi to protect him after he could no longer wield his sword.

So, he had only one last sword left?

With total effort, a sword could be forged.

But this sword would surely be terrifying to the extreme.

"He is so strong." The Capital City’s people looked at Li Fan in the sky above the Qiyun Mountain Range and the flowing Sword Intent, feeling a surge inside, believing that the previous victory against Jiang Tai’a was already his limit.

Now it seems, Jiang Tai’a had not even forced out his limit.

The Sword Dao Prodigy in the eyes of the Da Li Capital’s citizens, a once-in-a-century Innate Sword Body, had a considerable gap compared to Li Fan.

This seemed difficult to comprehend at first, but the fact was laid bare; slicing Jiang Tai’a was not a narrow victory but absolute suppression.

The sword of Li Mountain might have faded from the world’s view for too long.

Today’s battle is destined to enter history.

"We have misjudged." The elderly from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion at this moment had his eyes flashing with brilliance, admitting he too had misudged.

Beside him, Liu Qingwu was also silent, not only him, who could have thought Li Fan could be this strong?

"Unexpectedly, the disrepair of Li Mountain has produced such a successor; stronger than Zuo Canglan and Wen Haoran in their day, given time, he might become a generation of Sword Saint." The old man whispered, "But the stronger he is, the harder it becomes to leave the Capital alive."

He looked towards the direction of the Qiyun Mountain Range, his gaze actually revealing a sense of pity.

Such a genius falling here, indeed a pity.

Moreover, not just one genius was falling today.

Jiang Tai’a, Li Changtian, and also the Leifan Monk - any of them are the pinnacles of brilliance in the Great Li World.

Moreover, after this, it’s still unknown how many will die in this battle, or who will perish?

At this moment, the atmosphere around the Qiyun Mountain Range seemed tense; under countless gazes, the sword in Li Fan’s hand slightly moved, facing the direction of Taiping Temple and Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, he said, "Who else will come?"

His voice was extremely calm; at this moment, he seemed to have entered another state entirely.

Only to see the monks from Ten Thousand Buddha Temple chanting Buddhist Law, as if praying for the deceased Leifan’s soul, for a moment, the leading big-eared monk looked at Li Fan, "Indeed, Mr. Li has committed too much killing; Leifan went to the Pure Land to resolve Mr. Li’s murder; Mr. Li tainted karma, should go there and seek him, let Leifan continue to redeem Mr. Li."

Li Fan glanced at the big-eared monk, made no response, nor could he be bothered to argue with him.

A disciple died, and this Buddhist Sect seemed not to care much.

As for the so-called Pure Land, one must die to know whether it exists.

"Amitabha Buddha."

A Buddha voice surrounded Li Fan’s ears; a young monk clad in golden robes walked out from beside the big-eared monk, the monk’s head glowed and forehead bore a Buddhist ’卍’ sign mark, his brows and eyes were sharp, though a Buddhist cultivator, his presence felt cutting.

"Little monk Kongchen greets Mr. Li’s Sword Dao." The monk said softly, down in the dojo, some top-tier cultivators’ eyes were grave.

Kongchen from Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, said to have been designated as a Buddha Son during young age, preaching across the lands of Shanzhou, where countless followers call him the reincarnation of Buddha.

Within Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, Kongchen always held a transcendent position, second only to one person, understanding Buddhist Law with amazing quickness, considered to have a chance to attain enlightenment in the future.

What is Ten Thousand Buddha Temple?

The Pure Land of the world’s Buddhist sects, the top-tier force, chosen during young age, to imagine such talent and fortune; Da Li Royal Family even questions whether reincarnation exists in the Buddhist Sect?

Otherwise, they cannot comprehend why he was chosen as a Buddha Son at such a young age, each step taken with solid sturdiness, now only one step away from the Seven Realm Buddha.

Perhaps most of the Da Li people have never heard of Kongchen, but how could the top forces in the Capital not know this young monk’s legend?

Ten Thousand Buddha Temple brought him here, and directly let Kongchen face off against Li Fan, clearly showing concern about Li Fan. It seems Leifan’s death made Ten Thousand Buddha Temple realize that redeeming Li Fan isn’t so easy.

As Kongchen stepped forward, from another direction, Taiping Temple also saw someone emerging, the Daoist Li Fan once saw, he who in the inn spoke one word to point out Qi’s identity and her experiences.

"Both to make a move?"

The crowd seeing the Daoist was startled, Taiping Temple’s Lu Changsheng, a legendary Daoist.

His experience differed completely from Kongchen’s, filled with hardship. Legend says he almost died at the hands of a demon during his youth, saved by a passing Daoist who didn’t wish to bring him to Taiping Temple due to his poor talent.

Yet Lu Changsheng struggled through hardships to reach Taiping Temple’s gates, knelt for thirty-three days, finally accepted.

After entering Taiping Temple, he was still inconspicuous; in the past, Taiping Temple saw many famous figures, yet Lu Changsheng was unheard of.

Until one day, legend says someone from Taiping Temple grasped the Heavenly Book, Lu Changsheng was that someone.

From then, the name Lu Changsheng spread to Da Li Imperial City, known among the greats.

Today, Kongchen and Lu Changsheng both arrived at Da Li’s Capital, stepped out facing Li Fan, the Sword Dao heir of Li Mountain.

This naturally led many eyes in the dojo to Xiao Lv, thinking if Xiao Lv stepped out now, the strongest heirs of four major forces would unite.

"It seems the battle with Jiang Tai’a was just an appetizer." Ye Xiaochen thought to himself, such an extraordinary battle might be hard to witness a second time.

Back then, Zuo Canglan’s sword fight in the Capital against many heroes, was possibly just like this?

"Master first?" Lu Changsheng politely looked at Kongchen, his aura contrasting Kongchen’s, exuding a sense of harmony more akin to a Buddhist cultivator.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu."

Kongchen nodded politely, then stepped forward, layers of Buddhist halo expanded outward, clang clang clang... The endless bell sound filled the ears, countless Buddha voices surrounded the heavens, and ancient Buddhist silhouettes appeared sacredly behind Kongchen.

Even facing the ’Sword God’ silhouette, even the Buddha Son of Ten Thousand Buddha Temple dared not take lightly.

Amidst those endless Buddha voices, countless Buddhist characters floated between heaven and earth, cultivators from distant streets felt their minds invaded, confused in spirit, as if witnessing golden Buddha light deep inside their minds, an ancient Buddha appeared, towering like a deity, compels worship, and leaves no room for defiance.

"This is..."

Dojo cultivators were also shaken, just the Buddha voice already threatened them.

Golden rays shone, behind that endless Buddha appeared an ancient Buddha silhouette, towering amidst the firmaments, facing the ’Sword God’ silhouette across the void.

"Little monk sends Mr. Li to the West."

A voice echoed between heaven and earth, and the ancient Buddha’s hand pressed downward, realm open, an immense Buddhist Palm Seal covered the sky, crushing all beneath it.

The terrible pressure shocked the dojo cultivators’ expressions, as if that Buddha Palm Seal could also suppress them altogether.

Li Fan looked up, the sky obscured by the Buddhist Palm Seal, whipping a fearsome wave, crushing down to force out his third sword.

"Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, Taiping Temple can rank alongside Li Mountain, indeed a worthy name." Li Fan sensed the pressure and mused, with Kongchen’s strike, clearly feeling the opponent at this moment was stronger than Jiang Tai’a.

"This time, I’m afraid there’s no hope." The crowd in the distance thought to themselves, the pressure, too terrifying.