Under One Person: God Profiler

This passage wasn't sung, but recited in a traditional operatic style, its melodious and lingering tone resonating long afterward...

Where the sound reverberated, the ghostly mist, the celestial mist, and the Sanskrit inscriptions instantly dissipated...

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing clearly saw the origin of that opera singing style.

An ancient ape wearing a robe came into view.

Its body stretched to the heavens and covered the earth, its eyes slightly open, the Buddhist seal in its eyes radiating light. The kasaya and the ghost gates, immortal dwellings, and Buddhist halls covering its body stopped abruptly at the arm's crook, as if there were some forbidden land there that could not be crossed.

From the fingertips of the ancient ape's clasped hands, a golden vine slowly emerged, unfurling a flower bud to bloom into a giant golden lotus, its smooth stamens resembling a stage.

Boom, boom, clang!

The appearance of the stage caused all the Buddhas, immortals, and ghosts to stop what they were doing. They turned around and sat down on the ground, just like ordinary spectators.

They looked up at the stage, and gazed up at the ancient ape.

A bright-eyed child stood on the Golden Lotus stage, wearing an oversized, ill-fitting theatrical robe, his fingers forming a delicate gesture. He recited in a melodious tone: "This young master is over eighteen, in the prime of youth, and should be full of vigor and spirit. I am Xia Xiaosheng, not some little devil..."

As he sang, his body gradually grew, from a child to a teenager, and from a teenager to a young adult. His features became clearer, his appearance became handsome, and his figure became tall and straight, resembling Xia Linyuan.

"Why are you stuck in the mud, your body embroiled in strife..."

Xia Linyuan chanted, completely absorbed in the performance, his mind a stage, every scene within the play unfolding. But this time, he wasn't singing about a deity, but about himself…

The spirits and deities looked up, and he sat upright and solemn.

The ancient ape looked down, its eyes as gentle as a Buddha's.

Xia Linyuan stood on the stage, only below that one god...

As if threatened, the "answer" unleashed a torrent of golden, flaming tentacles. The vine-like tentacles transformed into a grotesque mass, their tips splitting to reveal demonic, sharp teeth, lashing open and closing as if to engulf Xia Linyuan...

...

Outside the inner scene, Feng Baobao suddenly felt a strong burst of Qi. He looked sharply at Xia Linyuan and saw thick ink flowing under the skin of his back.

Feng Baobao pinched Xia Linyuan's cheek and shouted, "Hey! Who are you fighting with?"

"Okay, okay, in this situation, you're not going to hold me back?"

Just as Feng Baobao rolled up her sleeves, ready to show off her skills, blood suddenly gushed from the seven orifices of Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and Zhang Chulan.

The Qi emanating from their bodies was abnormally disordered, causing Feng Baobao to involuntarily shrink her chin: "It's all messed up, completely messed up."

"I need to help them regulate their Qi..."

Feng Baobao walked to Zhang Chulan's side, grabbed Zhang Chulan's left arm, stepped around to the right, and kicked Zhang Chulan's ribs with one foot.

The bones rubbed together, producing a terrifying sound.

Feng Baobao glanced at him without hesitation and walked straight to Wang Ye. Her methods were equally cruel: her left hand reached over his head to touch his right foot, while her right hand reached out from behind his back to touch his left foot. The posture was even more bizarre and perplexing than the ancient Greek toe-eating statues.

As for Zhuge Qing, he was surrounded by Feng Baobao in a circle.

An alien that failed to mutate....

After finishing everything, Feng Baobao walked to the side to admire her masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he walked over to Xia Linyuan, stared at the colors moving around Xia Linyuan, and muttered, "Can you beat him?"

Chapter 159 Stepping on the Sky

Inside scene.

The strange tentacles swallowed Xia Linyuan whole, but no matter how they chewed him, a layer of faith energy remained on his body.

The sharp teeth made a strange sound as they rubbed against the Qi, as if swallowing something.

Xia Linyuan ignored him, muttering opera tunes as the white flames in his pupils solidified and slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes onto his clothes, staining them with color.

Flames of various colors gently spread across Xia Linyuan's face, condensing into a dense array of divine facial makeup.

The giant ancient ape slowly uttered two words: "Exorcise the gods..."

A golden palm-leaf fan flew across the sky and landed in front of Xia Linyuan, smashing the hideous tentacles of the answer to shreds. The ragged monk, riding a yellow dragon, rushed towards the orb of light containing the answer.

The monk's left corner of his mouth drooped down, while his right corner was raised, half-crying and half-laughing, half-mad and half-crazy.

The yellow dragon beneath it hissed and bit down hard.

The answer ball trembled, its surface resembling boiling water, from which granular objects surged forth, transforming into tiny worms that rapidly eroded the Yellow Dragon.

The yellow dragon let out a mournful roar.

The monk gently waved his palm-leaf fan, and suddenly a wisp of mist rose from the dragon's body, twisting the small insect within it like a raging wind, like a raging wave, like falling into an abyss, tightly adhering the insect to the mist.

Wang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly: "This move seems to be from the Yi Xian style..."

The Yi Xian School is a prestigious but unassuming sect. Their swordsmanship, magic, and external martial arts are all renowned in the world of supernatural beings, but no matter how they are used, their core principle is stickiness. And not only do they stick to their targets, but they also move with an ethereal grace when casting their spells.

Zhuge Qing glanced at it a few times, and was about to say something when suddenly his pupils contracted as a blue flame came into view.

The flame was like a dreamlike orchid, ethereal and formless. It seemed to disappear as it passed through the blue sky, only taking shape when it collided with the vortex.

The tornado collided with the wind, creating a massive vortex of fire. The tiny golden insects crackled and popped like ants on a hot pan.

The yellow dragon, its head half-eaten, still held the answer ball of fire in its jaws, its massive head swaying from side to side, flames flickering and dissipating between its teeth.

A tiger's roar resounded, and a monk, his body radiating golden light, rode a tiger and strode through the wind, slamming his fist into the answer ball of fire. His arm was indestructible, and each punch carried the power to shatter mountains and rivers.

The Three-Eyed Immortal General wields a three-pointed, double-edged sword; its cold gleam precedes the arrival of waves.

……

Looking at all those immortals and gods, Wang Ye couldn't help but mutter, "Tongbi Vajra, Double-Penetrating Strength, Ruyi Strength..."

The answer is that the flaming ball is shrinking rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"To think that such a profound answer as cause and effect could be subdued. Xia Linyuan is truly remarkable." Wang Ye exclaimed in admiration, then suddenly, as if realizing something, his expression changed: "Wait a minute, if he really shattered this answer, how much of his lifespan would that cost him?"

Zhuge Qing did not reply to Wang Ye, but stared blankly at the blue and white flame vortex in the sky.

"What's wrong, Zhuge Qing?"

"Samadhi True Fire."

"That's the Samadhi True Fire of the Zhuge family!" Zhuge Qing said with absolute certainty. The flames before him were definitely a legacy of the Zhuge family.

Wang Ye looked towards the source of the flames and saw a short child with cinnabar dots on his eyebrows and silver eyes, continuously spewing out scorching blue flames that could burn one's soul.

Zhuge Qing stared blankly, a powerful sense of frustration welling up from the bottom of his heart. He now had a guess as to what exactly the deal between his great-grandfather and Xia Huaisang was.

Could it be that because no one in the Zhuge family was capable of inheriting the legacy left by their ancestors, they sought out outsiders to prevent the Zhuge family line from dying out?

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A faint, alluring voice suddenly emerged from within the fireball...

Zhang Chulan looked fascinated and became even more engrossed.

The fireball that had been tightly gripped by the yellow dragon suddenly began to struggle violently.

Flames formed spikes that pierced straight through the dragon's head.

Xia Linyuan changed his operatic tone, his body radiating a gray-black aura, and the ancient ape draped in a kasaya slowly opened its mouth: "Tong You..."

Wow

The black chain extended and tightened around Zhang Chulan's neck.

Little by little, they pulled Zhang Chulan out of his shell...

The answer flame seemed to have absorbed Zhang Chulan's desire for the answer, and its previously shrunken volume expanded once again.

Dongdong...dongdong...

The answer sphere of fire pulsated like a heart, with sparks drifting out from within, like fireflies in summer, flying through the inner landscape, constantly splitting apart. The soul-snatching chains, upon encountering the fireflies, were scalded red, showing faint signs of melting.

The fireflies seemed to consciously converge on Xia Linyuan. They were densely packed, like ants under a stone.

Xia Linyuan glanced in Zhang Chulan's direction, and his aura began to recede, revealing a divine mask...

The ghosts, immortals, and Buddhas stopped what they were doing, flew towards Xia Linyuan, and stood behind him, looking at the answer firefly in various poses.

Xia Linyuan exhaled a breath of stale air, gently touching his cheek. A gold and red mask covered his face, and a red cassock billowed behind him...

Ghosts, immortals, and Buddhas began beating drums and gongs, playing clappers, and strumming erhu...

The entire interior is filled with a high-spirited tone.

Xia Linyuan opened his mouth slightly, and a sharp tone pierced the sky: "Tread...to...the...sky..."

Chapter 160 Answer

Ka Ka Ka

A golden crack quietly appeared between the brows of the enormous ancient ape, and a slightly hunched ape wearing a cassock slowly walked behind Xia Linyuan, its figure swaying and merging with his.

Xia Linyuan's aura exploded, and a golden light shot into the sky, slowly revealing gilded squares on his scarlet Buddhist robe.

Xia Linyuan reached out and grabbed, and the golden staff appeared in his hand. Behind him, a phantom image of an ancient ape wielding the staff suddenly appeared.

The phantom was clad in golden chainmail, wore a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, and lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes. It held a Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff), and ethereal Buddhist seals floated around it, adding a touch of maturity and composure to its flamboyant appearance...