Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 1047 The Miracle of the Buddha's Son

There was deathly silence in the hall.

Several breaths passed before Luo Zixuan gasped, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Time... he accelerated time around Yue Xingzhou! He caused the powerful yet short-lived effects of the [Nine Tribulations Blood Pill] to burn out completely in just a few breaths!"

Jing Yu stroked his chin, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and muttered to himself, "[Time]...accelerates the local time flow, combined with [Distanceless] to lock space...the Sword of Time and Space...interesting."

Most of the geniuses in the hall actually knew that Yue Xingzhou would lose, but they had considered countless possibilities, but they never expected that Yue Xingzhou would lose in such a dramatic way.

Meanwhile, Jian Yunyuan remained calm, as if he had only done something insignificant. He raised his hand and summoned his seven natal swords, which spun around in turn and quietly disappeared into his sleeves.

He looked at Yue Xingzhou, who was barely holding on and looked exhausted, and said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Yue, the power of pills is ultimately external. As long as your foundation is intact, the Great Dao still exists. I concede to you in this battle."

Upon hearing this, Yue Xingzhou's body trembled slightly, and a look of shame and resentment flashed across his face, but in the end, it all turned into a trace of bitterness and a vague sense of gratitude.

He struggled to stand up and bow, but his strength failed him. He could only lower his head in dejection and say in a hoarse voice, "Brother Jian... your swordsmanship is profound. I, Yue, am completely convinced."

"It's a pity I didn't get to see Brother Jian's eighth natal sword..."

Jian Yunyuan smiled and said, "There will be opportunities."

At this moment, the Sword Court disciple who had subdued all the prodigies said loudly, "Just now, I, Jian, sparred with Fellow Daoist Yue, which consumed a lot of my true essence and mana. I need to recuperate. If there are any other fellow Daoists who wish to spar with me, please wait a moment."

"If any other fellow Daoists wish to exchange skills and seek guidance, they can do so at this time."

The people in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment. After witnessing Jian Yunyuan's incredible swordsmanship, the once spectacular duel between the prodigies suddenly became tasteless and boring. Where was the excitement for the duel?

As for challenging Jian Yunyuan again?

Even Yue Xingzhou, who used the [Nine Tribulations Blood Pill], couldn't force out Jian Yunyuan's eighth natal flying sword. Under normal circumstances, which of the Dao Lord disciples had this ability?

Every Daoist Master's disciple is a person of great status. If they are destined to suffer a crushing defeat, they probably will never step forward again to invite further humiliation.

However, the disciples of the Golden Immortal lineage were thinking of asking Jian Yunyuan for guidance after he finished his meditation. They weren't aiming to win, but the opportunity to spar with a peerless genius like Jian Yunyuan without any danger to their lives was an extremely rare chance in itself.

Jian Yunyuan silently adjusted his breathing, seemingly realizing that there shouldn't be any equally matched opponents coming forward to challenge him, and a sense of disappointment inevitably arose in his heart.

At the same time, a sense of guilt flashed through Jian Yunyuan's heart.

He thought to himself, "My master ordered me to display my supernatural powers at this banquet and severely suppress the true disciples of several Dao Lords, in order to build momentum for my advancement to the Great Ascension Realm and subsequent promotion to a true disciple..."

"Although this can be considered a fair and square duel, it still uses other geniuses as stepping stones to make my Yunyuan Eight Swords famous... In the end, it still damages the reputation of others."

Now that his master's goal had been achieved, Jian Yunyuan breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he vaguely wanted an opponent of equal strength to step forward and challenge him, no longer paying attention to those schemes and plots, and to have a good, unrestrained fight.

Jing Yu seemed to sense the complex emotions in Jian Yunyuan's eyes. He was curious about what this person was thinking, so he took the initiative to activate the [Heart-Listening Technique] to try to capture the person's thoughts.

But just as he was about to catch Jian Yunyuan's thoughts, he suddenly felt countless flying swords formed from his thoughts instantly annihilate them, causing him to shudder.

"As expected of a disciple of the Sword Court, it seems that the Sword Court is indeed effective in suppressing inner demons. Jian Yunyuan probably has some secret technique to prevent his thoughts from being spied on... Normally, his ordinary thoughts are not hidden, but once they involve some secret matters, they are instantly extinguished when they arise."

Guo Tingshu was currently gnawing on a fruit shaped like a baby when he suddenly looked in Jian Yunyuan's direction:

"Such a strong fighting spirit."

"What, you big fool, you want to challenge Jian Yunyuan?" Jing Yu glanced at Guo Tingshu sideways.

"I am no match for him." Guo Tingshu answered honestly, "If I were at the late stage of the Cave Heaven Realm... I might have a chance to force out his eighth natal sword, but with my current level? There's no way."

"Fellow Daoist Guo looks honest, but he's quite good at exaggerating and boasting."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zixuan curled her lips: "Judging from Jian Yunyuan's performance today, let alone a true disciple of the Dao Lord, even a true disciple of the Dao Venerable might not be his match."

"Looking at all the geniuses present today, none of them can see his eighth natal sword."

"If that Buddhist disciple were present, perhaps there would still be a chance."

"Buddha?"

Jing Yu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked, "What Buddhist disciple? What is this person's Dharma name? What does he look like? Does Fellow Daoist Luo know?"

“This person’s Buddhist name is Yuanji, which is rather unlucky.” Luo Zixuan shook her head and said, “But he is really capable. Although his Buddhist name is a bit unlucky, his birth chart is really strong.”

"After his whereabouts were made public by the Buddhist community, he seemed to become a living target for all the evil spirits and heretics."

"According to reliable rumors, over the years, he has encountered a total of 18,600 assassination attempts, both overt and covert!"

"Eighteen thousand six hundred?" Guo Tingshu stopped eating fruit and asked curiously, "What kinds of calamities are they?"

"That's truly all-encompassing."

Luo Zixuan stretched out her slender fingers and listed them off as if they were her own treasures: "There were demonic giants personally attacking him, there were those who accidentally entered ancient and dangerous forbidden lands, there were those who encountered large-scale invasions by extraterrestrial demons, there were those who went into demonic possession at cultivation bottlenecks... There are even rumors that some powerful cultivators who had no enmity with him, just because they had a sudden whim and predicted that he might hinder their path in the future, cast a curse across the endless void."

Jing Yu asked in astonishment, "How could you survive such frequent killings until today?"

"That's the most amazing thing."

Luo Zixuan's voice carried a tone as if recounting a myth: "In every perilous situation, no matter how dangerous or certain death seemed, he always managed to find a glimmer of hope at the last minute, whether it was through a sudden enlightenment of Buddhist supernatural powers that allowed him to break through the death barrier, the timely assistance of a benefactor, or an incredible turn of events within the calamity itself..."

"In short, he always managed to get through it safely. Although he suffered occasional injuries, they never truly damaged his foundation. Over time, the story of the Buddha's disciple enduring countless eons without perishing spread."

She paused, her eyes shining even brighter: "Buddhism values ​​cause and effect and faith above all else. Such a miracle of 'enduring countless calamities and remaining at peace' is undoubtedly a sign of eternal proof and destiny in the eyes of countless Buddhist believers and practitioners! Therefore, the incense offerings and vows of the deceased Buddhist disciple have surged at an almost terrifying speed."

"It is said that nowadays, in all the major Buddhist regions, wherever there is a temple, there will be a golden statue or portrait of the [Nirvana Buddha], and hundreds of millions of believers recite his name day and night, generating a vow as vast as the sea."