Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 1545 - Mānas-vijñāna

Chapter 1545 - Mānas-vijñāna

“What did you say?”

Nidaum’s expression gradually darkened and twisted, like a statue in a gloomy temple making its way down from the pedestal. He was like a mountain about to fall, pressing towards Li Qingshan.

Actually, his figure had not changed. All that changed was his aura, rus.h.i.+ng into the air and stirring up the clouds.

The sky suddenly dimmed, pressing heavily against the top of the tent.

On the battlefield, all of the asura raised their heads—the Battle G.o.d had been angered!

With the wrath of a Battle G.o.d, bodies would fall in the millions and blood would heave as waves.

The outcome of this battle was no longer up to anyone else.

Li Qingshan lowered his head. His dark eyes under his thick brows shone brightly as he seemed to smile. “Let’s negotiate. You p.i.s.s off right now, and I’ll spare your life. How’s that?”

All of Rāhu Xiaoming’s worries vanished. Now this was the Li Qingshan he remembered. He could not help but laugh aloud. “Go get him, boss! Bite him to death!”

“You shut up!” Li Qingshan shot a glance at him and thought, I sure would like to bite him to death!

An Asura Battle G.o.d could not be compared with the adjudicators of the underworld. While the latter was a part of the system, that was the exact reason why their battle prowess was measly. They were technically just Ghost Immortals. Meanwhile, Battle G.o.ds had forged their paths through blood. With their undying body of asura, they possessed extremely terrifying battle prowess.

He had launched a sneak attack on adjudicator Lu, and it had taken him quite the effort. Now that it was a direct confrontation, he possessed no advantage at all.

As a result, he intentionally aggravated Nidaum to shake his will so that he could take advantage of him and set off his inner demons.

Nidaum was furious, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment, but in the next instant, he calmed down again.

“You’re not an asura. Who are you?”

It reminded Li Qingshan of the dead fire frozen within the glaciers. He sighed. What perfect willpower! His tactic against adjudicator Lu would probably be useless in this world.

He turned around and faced Rāhu Xiaoming solemnly. “Xiaoming, let’s flee!”

Rāhu Xiaoming shook his head in speechlessness. I don’t know this person.

Nidaum smiled. “Little king Ming, is this your so-called ‘boss’?”

Li Qingshan said, “Hold on, we agreed he was a heavenly king!”

“Heavenly king!”

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Nidaum’s eyes narrowed as if he had been completely angered. He growled, “What are you supposed to be? A Human Immortal? Ghost Immortal? Corpse Liberated Immortal? The Asura realm is not a place you should have come to. Considering the fact that it hasn’t been easy for you to reach your current cultivation, p.i.s.s off immediately and I’ll spare your life!”

Lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the sky. Compared to Wisdom Kings, the G.o.ds of the Heaven realm were known as heavenly kings. They were existences most loathed by asura.

“Alright then!” Li Qingshan shrugged. “I just have one last question!”

“What?”

Boom! Lightning tore through the sky, and the tent was ripped to pieces by the fierce wind. A figure shot up into the sky, flying over the entire battlefield and slamming through several consecutive mountains before becoming deeply embedded in a cliff.

That was the aura belonging to an Asura Battle G.o.d, like a slash through the sky.

A three-headed, six-armed demon G.o.d with rippling muscles and blue skin stood like it had been cast from steel. It burned with black flames, resonating with the red sky above, dyeing the land a blackish-red.

Li Qingshan slowly pulled back his fist, spreading his arms at the sky. He asked with a non-human growl, “Who said I’m not asura?”

The power he had obtained from Chao Tianjiao had never dispersed. Now, it completely erupted.

The blessings of the heavens descended from above, condensing into the undying body of asura, and it was no weaker than any Asura Battle G.o.d. He had always been chosen by the heavens in the Asura realm!

He shut his eyes and felt the unprecedented, tremendous power in his body. It was so vast and violent that it was almost beyond his control.

At this moment, what he had comprehended from the Formless realm came into effect. Wisps of the letter of wind poured into his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and pores, inflating his Origin Soul of great liberty.

In an instant, he tamed this violent power with the four Ārūpyasamāpatti, and he opened his eyes. “Kid, watch closely!”

Rāhu Xiaoming said seriously, “I’m waiting!”

Stepping on the black flames, Li Qingshan rose up into the air.

When the battle against himself had fallen apart half way, it had really left him feeling dissatisfied! He could finally continue now! An undefeated Asura Battle G.o.d? Now that would be an interesting opponent!

On the shattered cliff, Nidaum nodded. “I see!”

He was unscathed. There was only the imprint of a fist on his chest, but that rapidly faded away too.

He licked his bright-red lips, and a smile appeared on his face, like he was listening to the singing of that kiṁnara woman, except he was even more enchanted.

He bowed elegantly towards Li Qingshan in the sky. “Fighting against the weak really does wear down my fighting spirit. It’s something that I’d rather avoid altogether. Sir, since you are so powerful, I don’t have that worry anymore.”

“You’ve really been thinking too much then!” Li Qingshan grabbed a ball of black fire with a smile and threw it casually.

Boom! The cliff was reduced to dust, which filled the air.

All the asura on the battlefield were stunned. Another Asura Battle G.o.d? Why had this encirclement suddenly evolved into a battle between Battle G.o.ds?

“King Ming, this is!?”

“That’s our Battle G.o.d!” Rāhu Xiaoming ordered, “Regroup and fight on!”

“Yes, sir!”

The war drums boomed through the land as the horns pierced the air.

Li Qingshan stared straight at the rolling dust, but his eyes were lost. His gaze seemed to pierce through the dust, over the battlefield, to an extremely distant land.

He clearly “saw” the existence of “laws”. After undergoing the sixth heavenly tribulation, he was no longer a regular cultivator. He had reached an unbelievable realm of cultivation, where he could truly observe the laws of the world.

It felt like he had suddenly gained another sensory organ. He could not see any new colours, hear any new sounds, or smell any new smells, but everything he saw, heard, and smelled—all the information he received—was thousands of times more than before.

The world never had any colour. It was just fluctuations in light. The world never had any so-called sounds. It was just vibrations of air.

The range of things that humans could sense was far too narrow, like they were blind and deaf. It was far too easy for a regular person to defeat a blind man. They did not even need to be much stronger than the blind man. It was not about a difference in strength.

The actual difference was far greater than that. At the very least, a blind person could still roughly understand what it meant to be able to “see”. If they spent their entire lives with other blind people, then they would be completely incapable of imagining just how the opponent could grasp all of their movements with such precision and strike their vital points all the time. It would basically be as wondrous and terrifying as being able to see the future.

This was the seventh sense beyond the sixth senses, which buddhism referred to as Mānas-vijñāna. This was the first time that Li Qingshan had ever used this ability in battle.

In the instant before, he did not land a strike on Nidaum through speed or strength. Instead, he used the secret techniques of māra to disrupt his opponent’s Mānas-vijñāna.

However, there was another possible reason. The power behind the punch was far too “faint”, not enough to raise the opponent’s attention.

Under his observations, his opponent’s aura had not weakened at all, even after all this time.

“He’s coming!”

At this moment, Nidaum emerged from the dust. Black flames scorched away at his body, but he regenerated far faster than the flames could destroy him. He put them out casually.

“Divine Fire of World Destruction! Heh, so you really aren’t an asura. I have another reason that I must kill you now! Tell me your name! Successor of māra!”