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Chapter 569 The First Demon Blood
Chapter 569 The First Demon Blood
In Vladimir's view, Joseph was too domineering, so he could not be the leader of Ursus.
But aside from that, even Andre, the "Grand Duke of Winter" who is at odds with Joseph, would not deny that Joseph is a well-deserved hero of Ursus.
Being unsuitable as a leader does not mean he cannot be a pillar of Ursus.
When Joseph discovered that Catherine had chosen the most drastic course of action, he felt no anger, only satisfaction that he had released his aura without reservation, and the steel cross gleamed brightly in the sky above this remote mountain ridge.
Catherine's divine hand can govern all the miracles of the orthodox Church, including sensing the holy light of the orthodox Church.
Even though Joseph had broken away from this belief system, Ekaterina could still sense the wild energy of this moment.
"You just said that those Tantric practitioners have gone to your old capital of India?"
Joseph glanced at the enormous face in the sky, then immediately gave the order without hesitation, "Then let's go to the ancient capital of India."
He openly revealed his identity, waiting for Catherine to come and kill him.
At the same time, the appearance of this Patriarch of the Ursus Orthodox Church, which lost its secrecy, also placed an invisible shackle on Catherine and the military strategist.
They couldn't openly assassinate Joseph; if the matter were to leak out, it would cause unprecedented turmoil in Ursus.
"Come on, use whatever means necessary to kill me, or wait until I return to Ursus and wipe you out."
Joseph's cold eyes were now burning with a fierce fire. "Only the strong can lead Ursus."
Defeat means death; there is no other possibility.
In the sky above the ancient capital of India, the wind howled and thunder roared.
Instead of secretly returning to Ursus, Joseph stepped forward in public.
This would be disadvantageous and risky for him personally.
If Joseph were to abandon all plans and return directly to Ursus, given his strength, there really wouldn't be many who could stop him.
But for practitioners of Brahma, this should be advantageous.
If Joseph leaves directly, he won't be able to get Ursus off the field.
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Now, Joseph has indicated his intention to enter the fray, and at the same time, the true identity of the "Great Demon" has been revealed.
It wasn't the anticipated return of the Great Freedom, but rather that junior from Dongxia.
This brought the Holy Walker a genuine sense of relief.
Although this junior from Dongxia is indeed strange, he is not as carefree as Da Zizai, which is really great.
No one hated or feared the Great Freedom more than the Indians.
Just like the simple life bestowed upon them by the "fat man" and the "little boy," the Indians simply couldn't bring themselves to be enemies with the Great Freedom.
Even if they are experts in Mahayana Buddhism, they will not win this time.
"Get out!"
"You have already lost. The Buddhist community does not welcome someone like you who possesses the blood of the Great Freedom Demon."
The Holy Walker's thoughts echoed in the air, sending his shouts like thunderbolts into the divine light.
"Losing? That's not necessarily true."
Bai Ze responded with fluctuations in consciousness.
"Since I am not in India, I am already in an invincible position; this is one victory."
"Although you are like an incarnation of the great land of India, you cannot do anything to me. This is the second victory."
"Most importantly, my Mahayana philosophy of winning is superior to yours; this is the third victory."
One win, two wins, three wins—it sounds like nonsense, and it is nonsense, but it somehow manages to infuriate people.
The mockery in that third win was particularly egregious.
How dare you use the magic of the Buddha to deal with me?
Any Indian who heard this flippant remark of "an eye for an eye" would blush with embarrassment.
Although the Holy Walker was not so shallow, he still felt an indescribable sorrow.
He knew that what the other side claimed to be invincible was indeed true. The Holy Walker dared not even enter Eastern Xia territory to attack the opponent's true form.
The kingdom of India has long been destroyed; what remains is merely a corpse that is not yet dead.
Because it is not superficial enough, one cannot use Mahayana philosophy to hypnotize oneself.
Bai Ze's Mahayana winning philosophy is indeed superior to that of the Saintly Practitioner; it was the Saintly Practitioner who lost.
Thinking of this, the Holy Walker felt even more sorrowful, and even the howling wind seemed to carry an unconcealed sadness.
"Huh? It actually worked?"
Bai Ze in the Kalachakra Palace sensed the desolation and showed surprise.
His "Mahayana Winning Strategy" offensive was indeed aimed at winning people's hearts, and he even used the method of making his words come true.
However, Bai Ze did not use his words to influence the mind of the Holy Walker; his strength was not yet sufficient to do so.
What Bai Ze truly did was to express the full meaning of his words through the power of words. Even a fool could understand the implied meaning of these words without needing to do any reading comprehension, let alone a Saintly Practitioner.
The sorrow of the saint arises from the heart; he himself has shaken his own mind.
"Alright."
Sensing that the Holy Walker's mind wavered, Bai Ze, while surprised by the success of his casual move, also quickened his pace.
He used divine light to send away Tengu Doman, Kamiizumi Muneshige, and others, but instead of sending them out of the old capital of Fanzhu, he sent them back in.
There must be something unusual in the old capital of Fanzhu. Bai Ze's consciousness plans to find out this anomaly by infiltrating the earth's veins.
But he has to admit that he can no longer get past the Holy Walker's defenses.
The opponent held fast to the ancient capital of Fanzhu, preventing Bai Ze's consciousness from infiltrating in the slightest. Given Bai Ze's level as a Heavenly Gate Martial Artist, he truly couldn't do anything to him.
But what if someone carrying Bai Ze's consciousness entered the old capital of Fanzhu and came into contact with the earth's veins?
In addition to probing, the role of Amamiya Dōman and others was also to infiltrate.
The moment the Holy Walker's mind wavered, a divine light flashed in the city of the ancient capital of Fanzhu, and Tiangong Daoman and others appeared.
The thoughts they carried also seeped into the ground at that moment.
"Boom!"
Thunder roared, and the holy walker's mind was filled with rage.
"A demon! He really is a demon!"
He discovered Bai Ze's infiltration and sensed the danger Bai Ze posed.
With just words, he could shake the mind that had endured thirty years of asceticism. This ability to bewitch people awakened a nightmare from his memory.
From the intense, thunderous fluctuations of divine thought, one can roughly deduce the Saint's mental journey.
—This is no ordinary villain; we must strike hard.
You wicked little rascal, I will personally strangle you.
Under this thunderous suppression, the divine light dimmed instantly, but it was no match for Tian Gong Dao Man and the others who had entered the old capital of Fan Zhu.
Although the Holy Walker communicated with the land of India through supernatural powers, he could not control everything on this land.
If the land of India truly became his body, then there would be no need for other parties to concern themselves.
To eradicate its infiltration of consciousness, the true body must arrive here.
Or perhaps... by relying on the help of others.
Inside the old capital of India, in a dilapidated building that has barely been preserved.
Diroba stood at the window on the high floor, looking at the sky outside and feeling the urgency of the thunder.
"Even the holy practitioners of Brahma couldn't stop him?" Tilopa murmured.
"That human had already entered into ascetic training thirty years ago when Da Zizai was defeated. It's impossible for him to end his thirty years of perseverance for Bai Ze."
The shadow was cast into the ground, and from within came the voice of Lakshmi.
The worship of Palden Lhamo originated in Sanskrit and India. This evil deity, disguised in this guise, naturally also has some roots in Sanskrit and India, and is well aware of the holy practitioners' ongoing spiritual practice.
Thirty years of ascetic training without eating, drinking, sleeping, or moving was to gain greater power to deal with unparalleled enemies; it was impossible for him to break his vows for Bai Ze.
Furthermore, there are other forces available here.
In recent years, Tantric Buddhism has secretly traveled between India and China, and has also maintained close ties with Buddhism.
The two methods of cultivation are actually from the same source, but one focuses on spiritual transcendence, while the other focuses more on physical transcendence.
Essentially, they all want to cultivate themselves into gods or Buddhas.
"So, you intend for me to take action?" Diroba asked.
Although they have a long history together, they are ultimately not from the same group, and there are still some differences of opinion on some matters.
For example, the purpose of Tiruba's trip... If the Holy Traveler knew Tiruba's goal, he would never allow him to enter the old capital of India.
"It's me who wants you to make the move."
A voice responded to Diroba's words.
From the shadows not far away, a boy who looked to be under twenty years old, wearing a monk's robe, emerged. His young face was framed by two indifferent eyes that seemed to have seen through the ways of the world.
Diroba turned around, his eyes filled with solemnity as he looked at the other person.
"The Immortal."
Bai Ze once suspected that the secret incantation circulating in the autonomous prefecture had someone's shadow behind it.
His guess was correct; Tantric Buddhism did indeed have connections with Koshya.
It would be strange if the two sides had no interaction at all.
They have common ground in the same field, and Koshge has an extremely pure research spirit. Even if Tantric Buddhism doesn't seek out Koshge, Koshge will seek out Tantric Buddhism.
Their interaction was inevitable.
Tilopa even knew that the success of Acala's "Six Dharmas of Naropa" was due to the assistance of Koshche.
The young monk standing before you now is the embodiment of what Shingon Temple was training for Koshche.
"Bai Ze is more likely to find what you're looking for than you are."
Kosh'e approached leisurely and said, "He and the Third Divine Enemy are the ones truly qualified to inherit the power of Great Freedom. If you don't make a move, that thing might be snatched away by Bai Ze."
Upon hearing this, Diroba finally couldn't contain himself any longer.
His face showed obvious agitation. He paced back and forth for a moment, then shouted, "Someone, set up the formation!"
As he spoke, streams of energy surged forth, extending from the nearby building and its interior to various parts of the city.
Then, the energy permeated the ground, weaving together a huge mandala pattern.
Diropa also quickly went downstairs, preparing to start his "Joyful Emptiness Dual Practice" again on the first floor, penetrating the earth's veins.
Koshère watched as Tiruba hurriedly left, took a few steps forward, went to the window, and looked at the turbulent changes in the sky outside.
"You really are everywhere. Not only did you discover that Joseph would return through this spatial passage, but now you've even found this place. However..."
Koche's gaze was deep and unfathomable as he looked down at the ground.
"After His return, I couldn't tell whether it was a coincidence or some kind of inevitability."
The Great Freedom first descended here, and the first drop of Great Freedom's demonic blood was also extracted here.
Koche still remembers that day, when countless people turned to bones in the blood, and then even the bones turned to ashes.
Ultimately, the first drop of demonic blood was extracted, and Great Freedom emerged from nothing, shaping its origin in the material world.
Then came the birth of the Great Heavenly Demon Eye, which was originally intended to be a physical component that Great Freedom created for himself.
Unfortunately, 400 million people is still too few.
Or perhaps, the 400 million people at that time were simply too weak. In that era, martial artists were one in ten thousand, and the vast majority of those who were sacrificed were ordinary people, far too few to create a complete physical body.
That's why the Great Freedom Demonic Cult launched its eastern expedition, leading to that bloody war that lasted for several years.
"Few people know that the first drop of demon blood was not taken away, but left here."
Kosh said quietly, "Even I, the one who witnessed everything back then, only found out later. I didn't even tell Shang Qingyang about this, so how did Long Zhi know?"
He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps asking a question to some being.
Unfortunately, there was no response.
After a long while, Kosché let out a soft laugh.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
Meanwhile, Bai Ze remained calm and unhurried as he sensed streams of energy seeping into the ground and converging like rivers flowing into the sea.
If I can't defeat an old guy like the Holy Walker, do you think I can't defeat you remnants of Tantric Buddhism?
Di Ruoba is a Heavenly Gate Warrior, too difficult to deal with, but the others are not.
Bai is best at bullying the weak; he's a veritable shrew hunter.
Thinking this, Bai Ze explored the underground while sensing the howling wind and thunder.
Having already been steadily progressing through "adding points," and now with the Holy Walker demonstrating the grand scheme of things, Bai Ze felt that the opportunity for a breakthrough was drawing ever closer.
His soul was also undergoing a fundamental transformation, and the most crucial celestial soul was about to condense.
"Heavenly Light" is about to be born from "Earthly Form".
It was at this critical moment that Bai Ze suddenly sensed a strange resonance.
A phantom seemed to appear before my eyes, with endless white bones spreading out within it.
Countless skeletons remained kneeling in worship, forming concentric circles. From the central square to the surrounding streets and buildings, and then to the suburbs beyond the city.
Densely packed, countless skeletons knelt on the ground like ants.
Wisps of blood energy flew out from their bodies and converged towards the center.