Night without Borders

Chapter 602 The Value of a Twenty-Year-Old Grandmaster

What did Elder Duchen mean by this? He actually hesitated; his body was indestructible, yet his pale golden face trembled slightly.

The grandmaster's eyes were filled with turbulent emotions, a complex expression flashing across his face, seemingly carrying shock and doubt, before finally transforming into a look of compassion.

Miaoyin was surprised; the elder's heart, which was usually calm, was now unable to control itself.

Miao Yuan also sensed something was wrong. What kind of look did the Grandmaster have when he looked at them? It didn't match his unwavering aura.

The spiritual field of the Crossing Dust spread, allowing Buddhist disciples to observe the unusual aspects of the true light together through the "moon in the well".

The so-called "moon in the well" is a rare treasure that can merge with the soul; only this special weapon can travel with the spirit through that golden portal.

"Is this never going to end?" Qin Ming said, displeased. Did the other party really think he didn't know that the ancient well in the spiritual realm was reflecting his physical condition?
Today, he has ventured alone into the Bodhisattva's sacred site to save people, so he naturally has to demonstrate his strength. Otherwise, not only the eminent monks and saints present, but even those great demons who have just become Dharma protectors will not be convinced.

Therefore, Qin Ming did not use the rag to conceal his condition, which truly shocked the Grandmaster.

Du Chen began to question his existence. What had he just witnessed? That vibrant life potential, like a great sun shining brightly in the sky, stung his eyes.

In particular, when Zheng Guang's vigorous blood energy is naturally released, he is immune to all evil and burns away all abnormal forces that approach him.

Neither the intense demonic aura of the Dharma protectors, nor the peaceful domain opened by the Buddhist disciples, nor the sacred Buddhist aura remaining in the Bodhisattva's sacred space, could approach this person.

"Under eighteen years old!"

What shocked Du Chen the most was this person's age... it was truly terrifying. It wasn't that he was too old, but rather that he was unrealistically young, making it hard to believe.

However, when Du Chen once again reflected the moon in the well, he saw that the area was a vast expanse of white and could no longer be observed.

"What's wrong with the elder?" Miaoyin asked secretly. The elder's spiritual realm was open to them, but the moon in the well could not illuminate that person.

The Buddhist disciple Miaoyuan exclaimed in amazement: "This person is truly terrifying, immune to all evil and unaffected by any magic."

Miaowu, the Buddhist disciple who had been suppressed by Qin Ming, put his hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras. He knew that his defeat was not unjust.

The Buddhist nun Miaoyin asked, "Even extraordinary treasures cannot investigate him?"

"I saw it earlier," Du Chen recounted the extraordinary sight he had witnessed.

"what?"

The Buddhist disciples, who should not have even frowned at the collapse of Mount Feixian before their eyes, changed their expressions drastically upon learning the truth, and all put their hands together in prayer.

"Elder, are you perhaps blinded by illusion?"

"Is something wrong with the moon in the well?"

In the world of Night Fog, all the major organizations have long reached a consensus that a grandmaster in his early thirties is a peerless genius and can be called a top saint.

While there are masters under the age of thirty, they are very rare.

As for someone who is just over twenty years old, that's like a fairy tale. If someone actually appeared, they would be seen as a monster and attract a crowd.

Under 18? Are you kidding me?

Even if the master of the Great Thunderclap Temple were to return to his youth, he could not have achieved such a feat.

Moreover, not only at the Great Thunderclap Temple, but also at all the great temples throughout history, all the great figures who have emerged have come out. I ask you, which one of them could become a grandmaster at the age of eighteen?
The Buddhist nun Miaoyin's fair face was filled with astonishment. From a young age, she was considered to be exceptionally intelligent and gifted, and was recognized as a peerless genius.

Moreover, judging from her achievements in recent years, she may have a chance to break through to the fifth realm and become a grandmaster just before she turns thirty.

This is naturally an extraordinary achievement that will attract attention from all sides.

However, now, the senior monk in the temple tells her that someone has already completed her 29-year journey at the age of eighteen, standing at the finish line ahead of time and looking back.

What kind of monster is this?

She was somewhat lost in thought, staring at the figure in front of her.

Among the Buddhist masters present, only Miaoyuan still had hair, with a strand of snow-white hair at his temples. This was not because he violated the precepts by not shaving his head, but because of a hidden injury left after a bloody battle with his opponent.

His innate wisdom was severed by the "Wheel of Time," forcing him to constantly generate vitality to resist that terrible erosion, which is why even his spiritual hair was stimulated.

There are divine monks in Buddhism who can help him resolve this.

However, as a Buddhist disciple, he needs no one else's help; this is his tribulation, and he must overcome it himself.

Now, a touch of snow-white has appeared at Miaoyuan's temples. In a daze, she is violently eroded by the power of time, which threatens to shorten her lifespan.

"Could it be that he was already a grandmaster before he even came of age?"

As a Buddhist, he should have a calm mind and not compare himself with others, but he was still shaken, and his whole body was filled with radiant Buddhist light that fluctuated.

Not long ago, he had a sparring match with a visiting saint from another realm and suffered a crushing defeat, but he was not as out of control as he is now.

Is this a deity reversing the passage of time, returning to youth, and reappearing in the world?
Then he shook his head. Immortals and Buddhas are all decayed; how could they possibly still possess such vibrant life force? A grandmaster not even twenty years old shouldn't exist at all.

Beside him, the Buddhist disciple Miaowu was completely petrified.

When the moon in the well could not reflect its true light, he already knew that this person was an anomaly.

When he heard Elder Duchen recount what he had seen, he was even more shocked. Like a clay or wooden sculpture, he remained motionless, his hands clasped together.

How could this be? Even if the eldest disciple were to break through his seclusion, his Buddhist aura would appear dim. How could he be compared to an eighteen-year-old master?

Even if we bring out figures from previous generations, or invite bodhisattvas to appear, or even revive ancient Buddhas, they could not have achieved such terrifying accomplishments in their youth.

Grandmaster Du Chen sighed inwardly; he knew this would happen.

The three saints, their inner light dimmed as if they had encountered a storm, their spirits and wills severely impacted, completely overwhelmed by that person's achievements.

However, having this kind of mental journey is not necessarily a bad thing. Only by experiencing it firsthand can one truly understand the meaning of "there is always something beyond our understanding, and there are always people more capable than us."

The Grandmaster spoke earnestly, saying, "You usually sit high above, sitting on the clouds. Now do you see clearly? The Night Mist World is vast and boundless, containing all kinds of creatures. Even seemingly small insects can include Time Insects, Ancestral Insects, and Dao Insects, not to mention other species?"

The Buddhist disciples and nuns all came to their senses, as if they had undergone a brutal spiritual baptism. Their expressions were extremely solemn, and they deeply felt that their own cultivation was insufficient and they were "lacking in refinement," requiring them to go into seclusion for arduous practice.

"Even if the Ancestral Worm were to be born, it wouldn't be able to become a Grandmaster before the age of twenty, would it?"

"Who can say for sure?"

Du Chen couldn't just keep discouraging them; he needed to instill confidence in them and let them see a very clear hope.

"He is not a master in his prime, and he is indeed not very old, but he could not possibly be a teenager either."

Du Chen paused slightly at this point, as if pondering something.

A moment later, he transmitted his voice to say, "There is absolutely no way he could be under eighteen years old."

In fact, if we were to rely on the moon reflected in the well, the vibrant life potential it represents would be far too absurd, as if it had never been marked by the passage of time.

Du Chen said, "I think he has undergone Nirvana many times, which is why he has such a strong aura of new life. It is not a reflection of his true age."

Miao Yin's eyes shone brightly as she said, "Could he be an old monster who has regained his youth after taking some kind of miraculous medicine?"

The Grandmaster shook his head and said, "It can be confirmed that he is a young man, probably in his twenties. His vigorous vitality is different from that of the old monster who has returned from Nirvana."

The masters of the Great Thunder Temple have a lot to say about this.

Because this is a supreme sacred site, the so-called golden body nirvana and the resurrection of relics are by no means an isolated case, and there are clear records and descriptions of it.

Even if a Bodhisattva enters Nirvana, it is impossible for them to be like a young person. They are inevitably accompanied by heavy vicissitudes and the marks of old age in their spirit, all of which can be traced.

A master in his twenties, once his name is known, is enough to silence all directions.

"Elder, what happened?" Nanming E'niao asked in secret.

Du Chen replied, "This person... is probably a peerless saint from some supreme Daoist temple, and he is only in his early twenties."

"What?!" The Southern Ming E Bird was the strongest demon king in this region, and naturally had extensive knowledge. Upon hearing this, it was shocked. How could it not understand the significance of a master in his twenties?

Earlier, he had some ideas that as a Grandmaster of the demon race, he was the most respected in the area and should eventually stand up for the Golden Suanni.

But now, he inhaled the night mist and completely abandoned that idea.

A master in his twenties is a shining star even in the highest monastery, possessing unparalleled talent. How can one easily provoke such a person?
If we were to become their enemy, we would have to kill them outright without warning, or we would face endless troubles.

"Senior, what happened? Why did the scene suddenly become so quiet?" the six-tusked white elephant asked in secret. It was a highly skilled cultivator, at the mid-stage of the Grandmaster realm.

Nanming E'niao responded: "Have you ever heard of a Grandmaster or Saint in his twenties? That person before you is one!"

"I... Buddha!" ​​The six-tusked white elephant's pupils widened, and it was immediately stunned.

No wonder Grandmaster Du Chen remained silent; he was quite wary after learning the truth.

"Is he... a reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, a true Buddha reborn?" At this moment, the six-tusked white elephant was somewhat tempted to "defect" and follow that person to become his mount.

Its ancestors achieved their glory by becoming the mounts of Bodhisattvas.

In the vast, foggy world, the six-tusked white elephant was undoubtedly one of the most beloved mounts of ancient powerful beings.

Qin Ming naturally sensed that the atmosphere was strange, especially the white elephant in the distance, its eyes gleaming with golden light, staring at him. Did it want to die? He wondered what the roasted elephant meat would taste like.

After a slight moment of resonance, he was speechless. The six-tusked white elephant actually wanted to "surrender." Well, considering its unwavering loyalty, he decided to let it go.

Qin Ming knew that his "muscle-flexing" here had a tremendous deterrent effect.

Next, when he talks to the old Buddhist monk about Xiao Wu and Xiang Yiwu, things should go much more smoothly, and the atmosphere won't be so tense.

Of course, the main reason is also because there are no old monsters of the seventh realm here, so Qin Ming can cross over at any time, leave without a trace, and not get involved in any major karma.

"Greetings, Holy Disciple Zhengguang," the high-ranking Buddhist monk said, pressing his palms together in prayer.

The atmosphere here has eased considerably, and it seems as if the two sides are getting to know each other again.

Qin Ming smiled and said, "When you're out in the world, where are there any saints? I'm just a rogue cultivator now."

The more he said this, the more the people present felt that he was being humble and must have a very important background.

In fact, based on his current achievements, he no longer needs the support of a supreme monastery behind him.

Before long, laughter and chatter filled the air.

In the distance, in the primeval forest, the golden lion's followers froze completely upon seeing this scene. Had their king died in vain?
The demon generals silently turned around, and once they reached the depths of the dense forest, they immediately set off at full speed, fleeing for their lives, fearing that they would die in vain there.

Qin Ming did not let his guard down. Despite the harmonious atmosphere at the moment, if they were to meet in a narrow place and he were blocked by an old monster of the seventh level of Buddhism, with no outsiders present, he would probably be kidnapped.

Old monsters with little time left to live are most fond of studying such anomalies as him.

Buddhist disciple Miaoyuan made no attempt to conceal his actions, directly releasing a "paper crane," a manifestation of the light of his soul, which flew over the golden gate to deliver a message.

Miaoyuan spoke up: "Since we are discussing the Dao, Brother Zhengguang, would you mind if we invited others to participate?"

"It's alright," Qin Ming replied magnanimously.

Through the friendly conversation just now, he had learned a lot of information. Xiao Wu and Xiang Yiwu's journey through reincarnation had reached a critical moment, and it was not advisable to make a big fuss here.

Moreover, different people encounter different situations when they travel through the Black Lotus of Reincarnation.

This cycle of reincarnation is very difficult to traverse, as it involves so-called innate wisdom, destiny, and other such factors; it is not something that ordinary people can attempt.

Furthermore, this black lotus, which perished in ancient times and has now revived, is of an incredibly high level, containing a dual path of reincarnation, which can be divided into a minor reincarnation and a major reincarnation.

Du Chen said, "Successfully passing through the minor cycle of reincarnation can prolong life and change one's physique. Passing through the major cycle of reincarnation is to completely reshape oneself, as if one has been reborn and undergone a great rebirth. It is wonderful beyond words."

However, the cycle of rebirth is extremely difficult to navigate unless one possesses innate wisdom.

If Xiang Yiwu and Xiao Wu successfully complete the Great Cycle of Rebirth, they will receive far more than the treatment of Dharma Protectors or Arhats.

Qin Ming's heart skipped a beat; he thought of Xiang Yiwu.

Da Xiang was a man of great ambition and talent. He once said that he lived for the new path and had to pave the way for this system.

In the past, whenever Xiang Yiwu was driven into a desperate situation, a figure would appear behind him, seemingly connected to his past, with Su Hui present.

In particular, his physical endowment was too extraordinary; his physique was robust, larger than two people combined.

Xiang Yiwu is an extraordinary individual among extraordinary individuals, possessing exceptional physical abilities, making him incredibly well-suited for the New Student Path. By now, Qin Ming has naturally come across quite a bit about the secrets of the New Student Path.

When I visited the Qingtian Sect last time, the Grandmaster there mentioned Xiang Yiwu only briefly, but subtly hinted that he might be a famous figure from Xinsheng Road who had been resurrected in later generations.

Therefore, Qin Ming felt that Xiang Yiwu might be able to successfully navigate the Great Cycle.

As for Xiao Wu, it seems to have been born from a stone egg, which is also somewhat strange, as it has always kept its cultivation level sealed.

"I hope Da Xiang can bring Xiao Wu out safely." Qin Ming felt that as long as the two of them came out alive, anything was possible in the future.

He had a peaceful conversation with the old monk Duchen, as well as Buddhist disciples and nuns, and they talked for a long time.

Finally, Qin Ming received a promise from the Grandmaster that if Xiang Yiwu and Xiao Wu were to escape, he would respect their own choice.

Du Chen said, "Even if they join my sect, their 'past' will not be erased."

He believes that there are many false rumors about Buddhism that have demonized its doctrines.

Du Chen added, "Moreover, if someone truly breaks through the cycle of reincarnation, then no one can save them; they are people who have awakened their innate wisdom and are expected to become Bodhisattvas in the future."

Bodhisattvas possess boundless magical power and represent the highest level of combat strength of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

As for Buddha, he doesn't appear in every great era.

Often, even when a being is called a Buddha, it is merely a compliment to someone who has accumulated great merit, rather than a reflection of their actual spiritual power.

Qin Ming nodded, saying that as long as Xiang Yiwu and Xiao Wu's wishes were respected, that was fine.

In fact, Xiang Yiwu comes from the Buddha's teachings, and this ancestral temple on Xinsheng Road has clearly absorbed the true meaning of Buddhism. No matter which temple Xiang Yiwu chooses, it won't be bad.

Soon after, the aroma of tea even filled the Bodhisattva's shrine.

As long as one side doesn't act aggressively, the other side will naturally give them enough face.

The premise is that strength is fundamental; otherwise, it's all just empty talk.

The six guardian deities in the ancient temple looked at each other in bewilderment, never expecting that the two sides seemed to have made a complete reconciliation.

After a short while, the golden door shone brightly. Instantly, the sound of Zen chanting filled the air, Buddha's light paved the way, a golden lotus was born in the void, auspicious bird phantoms flew out, and the outline of a celestial dragon appeared and disappeared.

Grand Master Duchen, along with other elderly monks, Buddhist disciples, and nuns, all suddenly stood up. Realizing what was happening, they all clasped their hands together in reverence.

An old monk warned, "An Arhat is about to be born."

Immediately, all the Dharma protectors stood solemnly, preparing to perform a grand ceremony.

Qin Ming almost ran away. He may be a playboy, but when it comes to endurance, he will never stubbornly resist; he will run away when necessary.

However, at the crucial moment, he resonated with the thoughts of an old monk. Even if an Arhat were to personally come to this sacred place, he could only transfer a portion of his consciousness.

The Bodhisattva's sacred site was severely damaged, and this golden gate was teetering on the brink of collapse, unable to bear the arrival of such a massive consciousness.

Therefore, Qin Ming, who had just taken a step forward in his mind, slowly pulled back.

As for his appearance, he remained calm and unmoved, displaying the demeanor befitting a supreme saint.

The old monks and Buddhist disciples who were secretly observing him nodded to themselves, admiring him greatly. As expected of a master in his twenties, he remained so composed in the face of a golden Arhat crossing over from another realm. He truly had a grand vision and magnanimity.

Bathed in the Buddha's light, sacred golden lotuses carpeted the ground, ethereal dragons swirled, and auspicious birds led the way. An old monk, stepping through the golden light, his sleeves billowing, entered this sacred place.

Behind him were young Buddhist disciples and nuns, as well as eminent monks, no fewer than twenty people, and their auras were all quite impressive.

It is obvious that the presence of new Buddhist disciples and nuns in the procession is enough to demonstrate that this group of people are of extraordinary status and high position.

The elderly monk at the head of the group, whose body was bathed in golden light, even his eyebrows were pale gold, cut straight to the point and asked, "Which temple do you come from, holy disciple?"

He was a true Arhat, holding a high position in the Great Thunder Temple.

After all, in this era, even Bodhisattvas have disappeared, unable to withstand the cruel turbulence and erosion of Taoist principles.

Qin Ming remained calm and said, "Greetings, senior. I am a rogue cultivator."

Those present naturally didn't believe him. What kind of rogue cultivator was so powerful? Even the highest-level training grounds might not be able to cultivate such a person.

The old monk's eyebrows twitched slightly. As an Arhat, even if he only had a portion of his power that had traveled through the spirit, he was not someone that ordinary people could calmly face.

Just now, he used the power of words becoming law. Normally, when the masters heard his voice, they would also speak the truth and answer truthfully.

However, the young man before them possessed an overflowing, vibrant power and an unpredictable, invisible domain that dissolved everything, allowing him to remain unaffected by any magical forces.

"As expected of a grandmaster in his twenties, truly remarkable!" the golden-bodied Arhat exclaimed sincerely.

Those newly arrived Buddhist masters, including Buddhist disciples and nuns, had scriptures intertwined in their eyes and were deeply moved.

This is because this Arhat proved that the person's worth had been highly recognized by the older generation.

At this moment, a young monk stepped out from behind the Arhat. He was wearing an unusual black monk's robe. He was tall and spoke very directly. As soon as he appeared, he asked Qin Ming for guidance, wanting to discuss the Dao and fight.

This is like going from one extreme to another. Not long ago, Miaowu and Miaoyin were both eloquent and very "gentle," unwilling to fight. Now it's completely different.

The Buddhist disciple Miaoyuan introduced, "This is my second senior brother, Miaodi."

Miao Di spoke too little and immediately wanted to engage in a magical duel. Miao Yuan felt this was impolite, so she took the initiative to speak.

In fact, this second senior brother was the main force that Miao Yuan invited to see if he could suppress Zheng Guang.

Qin Ming wasn't being coy. Since the other party was being so direct, he readily agreed, saying only one word: "Please!"

Beneath Miaodi's black monk's robes lay rough skin, resembling that of an ascetic. Anyone who knew him understood the depth of his spiritual attainment.

He was a man of few words, saying very little, and in a fleeting moment, he seemed to transform into a little golden statue.

This is naturally a renowned Buddhist golden statue, signifying its eternal presence in the world and its immortality through countless eons. Moreover, it is highly suitable for magical battles, subduing demons and monsters, and possesses its own divine power.

The Buddhist disciple, Miaodi, swept over like a streak of light, turning his black monk's robes golden. He was so dazzling, like a Buddha wheel in the sky, that it was hard to look directly at him.

If I force myself to look at him, tears will stream down my face, and my eyes will sting unbearably.

Before he could get close, Qin Ming reached out with his right hand and carved words in the air. The brilliant scriptures lit up, and the dense text resonated and merged together to form a large bell.

With a thunderous roar, the great bell flew up, shaking the sky and obscuring the Buddha disciple who exuded an aura of golden immortality below.

At the Grandmaster level, Qin Ming could unleash his magic with his will, without needing to engage in close combat.

Of course, if he wants to experience the realism of close-quarters combat, that's perfectly fine too; he can break through all techniques with his fists and feet.

Clang! Clang...

The sound of the bell never ceased, and the bell bulged out from different directions, which was caused by the fist imprint of Miaodi, and it truly swelled up.

With a bang, the bell shattered into pieces, and the Buddhist disciple emerged.

It must be said that the second senior brother of this sect is extremely powerful, and is known as the invincible invincible.

He stood suspended in mid-air, no longer attempting close combat. Instead, he held a flower in his right hand, and the vibrant, life-giving flower buds bloomed layer upon layer, radiating Buddha's light.

Immediately, he flung it out, and the Buddha flower bloomed, shaking heaven and earth.

This is inspired by the Buddha's smile as he holds up a flower, embodying profound understanding of Buddhism. The seemingly delicate flower, at this moment, exudes a powerful aura.

Apart from the Nanming E'niao, the other demon kings didn't dare to breathe loudly, feeling as if they were suffocating. This seemed to have an innate suppression on them, causing the great demons to tremble uncontrollably.

Undeterred, Qin Ming pointed with his finger, and the Primordial Thunder Script spread from his fingertip, forming a dazzling spear carrying the light of thunder.

With a wave of his hand, the spear formed from lightning seemed to tear through the night, carrying endless killing intent, and flew out at lightning speed, as if it were about to knock the sky down.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, creating a terrifying scene under the sky, as if a great calamity was about to strike.

With a thunderous roar, the lightning spear pierced through the Buddha flower, unleashing a terrifying wave of energy that shattered the dark clouds and showered down divine light.

The golden body of the Buddha's disciple, Miaodi, became increasingly dazzling, and at this moment, he transformed into a four-faced Buddha, with his face appearing in every direction, and he grew eight arms.

He held different Buddhist sacred objects in each of his arms, such as a vajra, prayer wheel, conch shell, wooden fish, staff, bodhi leaf, and relics.

In an instant, the sounds of wooden fish drums, chanting, the trembling of Zen staffs, and the resonance of conch shells intertwined.

The four-faced Buddha, in its divine form, was dazzlingly golden, as if it had transformed into a fighting Arhat, which was incredibly terrifying and made the other Buddhist disciples and nuns look solemn.

At this moment, Miao Di displayed extraordinary prowess.

Qin Ming used a variety of methods in succession. He raised his left hand, and a rope made of words spread out rapidly to lock the Buddha's disciple.

At the same time, he swept his right hand across his forehead, where the lines intertwined, as if opening a vertical eye.

In fact, he did not have a third eye open; rather, various scriptures were blending together, including the Primordial Myriad Thunder Scripture, the Nine Heavens Scripture, the Subduing Heart Scripture, the Black and White Scripture, and so on.

In an instant, his forehead shone brightly, like a mirror, or as if he had opened his third eye.

Chi!
A dazzling beam of light shot out, continuously flying towards the Buddha's disciple, Miaodi. This dazzling divine light shattered the Bodhi leaves, overturned the prayer wheels, and dimmed the relics.

"The Eye of All Laws!"

Beside him, the old Arhat's long eyebrows suddenly twitched, as if he were quite surprised.

He muttered to himself, "How can someone so young be able to integrate so many methods and unify them? He is truly an anomaly."

Upon hearing this, the others' expressions changed. The Eye of All Laws was extremely difficult to cultivate. Also known as the Mirror of All Laws, it could illuminate all scriptures, unifying them into one, and its killing power was terrifying.

In fact, Qin Ming was inspired by the Heavenly Eye of the Small Insect's Fighting Technique, added his own insights, and publicly displayed this extraordinary technique.

His forehead, like the eye of all laws, was open, or like a divine mirror hanging high, constantly shooting out terrifying beams of runic light, with a solemn Daoist aura and an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Occasionally, a beam of light from all laws would fly out of the temple, and a nearby mountain would explode with a deafening roar, demonstrating just how powerful this technique was.

With a bang, the wooden fish in Miaodi's hand exploded, followed by the prayer wheel, and later, even one of his golden arms was broken off.

This Buddhist disciple was very strong; he fought Qin Ming for over a hundred moves.

Finally, his golden body shattered, leaving only four of his eight arms. All the sacred artifacts were pierced through. Spiritual blood spilled from his mouth as he staggered backward, saying, "I have lost."

"You flatter me," Qin Ming replied calmly.

Miao Di sighed, "Actually, I had already lost. Thank you for showing mercy."

Upon hearing this, all the eminent monks and Buddhist disciples were deeply moved. Who was Miaodi? He was firmly among the top three in his generation at the Great Thunderclap Temple.

As a result, he was defeated so completely!
If that person attacks with all their might and shows no mercy, how long can Miaodi hold out?

Aside from the golden-bodied Arhats, everyone was thinking about this question.

For a moment, the place fell silent; such a feat truly astonished all the experts.

Many people noticed that Qin Ming's flowing robes were completely undamaged, and his composed demeanor and confident aura made him seem truly unfathomable.

Just as everyone was alarmed, Miao Di turned around and left decisively, saying, "I'm going to invite a few friends over for a chat."

He planned to bring the group of people who were visiting the Great Thunder Temple here.

The Buddhist disciple Miaoyuan was defeated by a visitor, and it was a crushing defeat.

Miao Di was usually taciturn, but he was not dull. After being defeated by the mysterious saint in front of him, he felt that he should make those who had "offended" the Buddhist disciples of the Great Thunder Temple suffer the same rain that he had been through.

"Miaodi was most skilled in magical combat, yet he suffered a crushing defeat!"

"It's somewhat unbelievable."

In the Bodhisattva's sacred site, many people are lost in thought.

Soon, movement came from inside the golden portal, and several figures flew out. Miao Di returned, bringing three outstanding young experts.

Qin Ming looked ahead, his expression unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil. He actually saw a familiar face.

(End of this chapter)