Chapter 1148: The Peng King Mahbrahman Prays To The Ghosts and Gods

“Might!”

“Might!”

“Might!”

It was at this moment the golden warriors rose to their feet, unsheathed their golden sabers, and slammed the blade against their chest, shouting.

The sonorous noise of metal slamming against metal and the throaty shouts caused thick columns of fiendish qi and vigor to rise into the air. At the same time, the divine bird in the sky grew increasingly solid and handsome. The divine bird looked similar to the Golden-winged Aquila except it was more handsome and somewhat similar to the legendary Golden-winged Peng.

The next moment, the Golden-winged Peng extended its wings and flew underneath the winged silhouette.

Thanks to this, the silhouette’s aura grew even more terrifying, and his pressure even more oppressive than before. It felt like it could kill anything and everything.

And yet, Ye Qing remained completely unperturbed by the pressure.

Frowning unconsciously, the man cast a glance at the monks standing not far away from him.

The monks immediately rose to their feet and removed the prayer wheels[1] hanging beside their waists. As the monks spun the prayer wheel and recited a Buddhist sutra, the tattoos on their bodies seemingly came alive. Strange, anomalous rhythms filled the air, and yet a definite ray of light of Buddhism was shining through the veil of evil.

The Buddhist light entered the silhouette’s body and made it even more terrifying and violent than usual. However, the oppressive pressure it exuded was not that of a monster, but an absolute hegemon.

“Padme Hum...”

“Padme Hum...”

“Padme Hum...”

Every time the silhouette said a mantra, it felt like the howl of a god or demon; the roar of a celestial or a Buddha.

“Pwack!”

Old Man of Snowy Mountain couldn’t bear it. His mind wavered, and blood jetted through his lips before he knew it. Even more blood was dripping out of his eyes and ears and the blood drained away from his face.

Seeing this, Ye Qing bent his index finger slightly and tapped the air. A ripple spread out without a sound and dispelled the pressure on Old Man of Snowy Mountain.

One moment, Old Man of Snowy Mountain felt a soothing breeze. The next, the pressure that felt like a tsunami and the mantra that threatened the integrity of his mind disappeared without a sound.

“Thank you for saving my life, young master!”

Old nan of Snowy Mountain thanked Ye Qing while looking at the man still standing on the Golden-winged Aquila with a wary expression.

He had no doubt that, without Ye Qing’s aid, the Buddhist mantra would have killed his mind just a few breaths later.

“Padme Hum...”

“Padme Hum...”

“Padme Hum...”

Seeing that Ye Qing was still fine, the man himself started chanting the Buddhist mantra. His voice overlapped with the voice of the silhouette and caused the silhouette to shine with Buddhist light. The innumerable demons beneath the silhouette’s feet let out a terrifying roar, and they all turned solid and ran toward Ye Qing.

As they ran, the demons pressed, piled, and blended into one another, forming a horrifying creature with nine heads and thirty six arms.

The creature was neither real nor an illusion. Specifically, it was the projection of a certain existence brought to life by the man’s spirit.

Although it was just a projection, it was still extremely powerful. Reaching Ye Qing in just the blink of an eye, it raised eighteen arms and lowered the other eighteen to form a shape that looked like two flowers blooming side by side. Then, it attacked.

“Stop.”

Still unperturbed, Ye Qing curled his finger half an inch and unleashed the fist intent of Suppression Hammer, causing the creature to freeze abruptly as if time itself had come to a standstill.

“Padme Hum...”

“Padme Hum...”

“Padme Hum...”

For the first time, a hint of astonishment and anger peeked out of the man’s arrogant, indifferent expression. The next moment, his forehead split open to reveal a vertical eye slit.

The eye was pale white and pupilless like that of a dead person. However, it was overflowing with terrifying Buddhism and power.

After the vertical eye opened, pale white Buddhist flame washed out and engulfed the golden warriors and the monks in the blink of an eye.

The Buddhist flame did not seem to possess any temperature or lethality, however. Instead of harming the golden warriors and the monks, it instead boosted their power.

The man and the silhouette’s chanting grew increasingly loud and potent as well.

The white Buddhist flame poured down the sky and rapidly encroached toward Ye Qing. Although it did not harm a hair on the golden warrior or the monk’s person, Ye Qing could sense some sort of evil threat from it.

He had a feeling that something bad would happen if he allowed the white Buddhist flame to touch him.

“It is against etiquette to not reciprocate!”

A cold glint flashed in Ye Qing’s eyes as he lowered his curled finger.

Previously, he had frozen everything using Suppression Hammer. Now, he was using Break Hammer.

Boom!

His fist intent rushed forward, and the nine-headed, thirty-six-armed creature became the first victim to dissolve into nothingness. Right behind it, the white Buddhist flames disappeared into nothingness as well.

The fist intent did not weaken after shattering the creature and annihilating the Buddhist flame, however. On the contrary, it was growing bigger and stronger like a flame that was fanned into an inferno.

His fist intent was like the heavens. The ten directions could not help but perish beneath the heavens’ wrath.

When the wind stilled, and the clouds disappeared, even the thick chunks of ice of the Myriad Buddha Plains began crumbling inch by inch.

“Peng King Mahābrahman!”

Long before the fist intent reached him, the man already sensed its deadliness. He immediately clasped his hands into a prayer and bowed three times.

“I wish for the Buddhas to manifest!”

One bow later, countless Buddhas took form behind the silhouette. They looked as numerous as the stars in the sky.

“I wish for heaven and earth to shudder!”

Another bow later, the Buddhas bent forward, and heaven and earth shook like it was the end of the world.

“I wish for gods and demons to break!”

A third bow later, the world fell as still as death, and power strong enough to break a god or demon’s soul washed out.

Buzz!

The clash between the two invisible powers was soundless, but beyond dazzling. Flashing lights began appearing and disappearing at erratic intervals almost as if a naughty child was flipping a light switch repeatedly.

The sheer ridiculousness of the phenomenon made the Myriad Buddha Plains look like a false world; a dream. What was a dream above the heavens could be the passage of three hundred years below.

In reality, the colorful, fantastical flashes of lights only lasted an instant. The next moment, death and destruction followed.

Primal chaos spread, and countless Buddhas fell. The silhouette of the Peng King Mahābrahman also succumbed to primal chaos and disappeared without a sound.

At that moment, the man turned as pale as a ghost, and his aura fell into disorder.

The monks’ prayer wheels shattered, and they themselves bled from all orifices.

And the golden warriors screamed pathetically before collapsing.

“Cough! Cough!”

The man coughed. Every time he coughed, his complexion and his skin color would turn as yellow as gold, and golden light would surround his entire body. Not only that, black tattoos were appearing on his skin and face and increasing his power instead of decreasing it.

“You have the right to die by my hands. Remember that your killer’s name is Jinpeng Moyun[2].” The man, Jinpeng Moyun, declared solemnly while looking down on Ye Qing like an ant. He paid zero attention to his suffering, dying subordinates.

“Apologies, but I do not have the habit of remembering the dead,” Ye Qing replied uncaringly while striding forward.

The walk itself was nothing special. Ye Qing was simply lifting his leg, dropping it, pushing himself forward, then repeating the gesture unto infinity.

However, Jinpeng Moyun’s expression was only growing more severe by the second.

It was because the mountains were resonating with every step Ye Qing took. It was almost as if he was stepping on their veins.

Every time his foot landed, the ground would shake as if he was channeling the energies of the world.

From another’s perspective, Ye Qing was just a man taking a casual stroll.

But to Jinpeng Moyun, Ye Qing was both the mountains and the earth, tall and solid.

As Ye Qing continued to walk forward, Jinpeng Moyun actually felt small and weak. He could find no weakness to exploit, nor did he dare to do anything.

He could not find a weakness because his opponent’s energies were perfectly blended and solid like the mountains or the earth.

Nothing could be taller than the mountains, just as nothing could be thicker than the earth.

Therefore, there was no weakness to exploit.

Since there was no weakness he could exploit, he could not do anything against Ye Qing. And since he could not do anything against Ye Qing, he did not dare to do anything at all.

Even the proud, strong Golden-winged Aquila was bowing its head in submission and trembling in fear right now.

1. A prayer wheel, or mani wheel, is a cylindrical wheel (Tibetan: འཁོར་ལོ།, Wylie: 'khor lo, Oirat: кюрдэ) for Buddhist recitation. The wheel is installed on a spindle made from metal, wood, stone, leather, or coarse cotton. Prayer wheels are common in Tibet and areas where Tibetan culture is predominant. ☜

2. Meaning Golden Peng on the Clouds. ☜