this infinite world

"boom--!"

Under Yang Yun's powerful right fist, the dignified face of the guide was instantly distorted and deformed, and the person was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. With a deafening roar, the body was deeply embedded in the mountain a thousand meters away, and the hard rock wall immediately cracked like a spider web!
However, even though he had clearly hit the target, Yang Yun frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He had reason to be dissatisfied. Back then, when dealing with a low-level saint like Melkor, Yang Yun had easily inflicted severe injuries and forced him to flee in panic with a single palm strike. Yet now, unleashing a punch that combined the mysteries of the four elements, he had only achieved this effect?

The instant the fists touched, Yang Yun clearly felt a strange force dissipation, as if he had struck a wisp of ethereal cloud. Over 99% of the force was quietly neutralized by some mysterious law. As a result, this strike, which should have pierced through galaxies and shattered planes, ultimately only managed to blast Jieyin into the mountain... It was like using a world-destroying meteor to smash an ant, only to create a small crater.

However, to say that Yang Yun was "completely unharmed" would be to underestimate the power of his attack.

"...Good punch."

Amidst the billowing dust, countless pebbles fell, piling up at the foot of the mountain to form a small stone mound. The figure of Jieyin quietly emerged from the dust, and upon closer inspection, a human-shaped indentation he had just left was clearly visible on the mountainside: "Only a fourth-tier advanced gene lock, yet he can unleash an attack that only a high-level saint could deliver… truly astonishing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young monk's face suddenly melted like wax, and his entire face began to peel off in a rustling sound. It was not a human skin mask, nor a disguise technique, but a real transformation of his appearance... Finally, as the face completely "fell off," his true face, withered like tree bark, was revealed underneath.

The scene was quite horrifying. What was originally a handsome young monk with rosy lips and white teeth had transformed into a sallow-faced, dying old man in the blink of an eye. The contrast between the two was too great... But it was precisely this change that allowed Yang Yun to see through the other party's background.

"...So they're members of the Samsara Squad."

Looking at the corpse, which seemed to have been dug out of a grave, devoid of breath and heartbeat, and the God's Watch still attached to the wrist even in death, Yang Yun, having seen through the messenger's true nature, frowned and said, "No wonder you could disregard cause and effect and act freely, even interfering in the God's missions. It turns out you possessed the body of a member of the Reincarnation Team... Heh, that certainly makes things much more convenient."

As he spoke, Yang Yun raised an eyebrow and deliberately said, "However, is Western Buddhism so poor that it can't even be bothered to descend with an avatar, and actually has to 'pick up corpses'?"

"The physical body is nothing but an empty shell; you are attached to appearances."

Faced with Yang Yun's sarcasm, Jieyin merely smiled slightly. But this so-called "smile," when reflected on the corpse's face, consisted of only a slight twitch of the mouth muscles; the facial muscles remained completely still, making it resemble a zombie whose mouth had been forcibly pulled. This eerie expression, now displayed on this dying body, added even more to the sinister atmosphere…

"Ugh! There's some fucking filth!"

Seeing this expression, which was extremely similar to Chu Xuan's forced "smile," Yang Yun couldn't help but get goosebumps... He immediately flashed forward and threw another punch!
This time, having learned his lesson, Jieyin was no longer as disheveled. The old monk swiftly clasped his withered hands together in front of his chest, and in an instant, brilliant golden light burst forth from his fingertips. A swastika-shaped Buddhist seal, about ten feet in size, appeared out of thin air, its surface flowing with profound runes, directly blocking Yang Yun's punch! "Buzz—"

The moment the Buddhist seal collided with the fist, the entire space trembled. A dazzling golden light and azure radiance intertwined violently, tearing countless tiny cracks into the space… And the swastika mark, seemingly illusory, appeared to contain the profound truths of Buddhism, actually firmly blocking Yang Yun's punch, a punch powerful enough to shatter galaxies!
—Truly worthy of being one of the two Buddhas of the West, the Guide Daoist; even if it was merely his will descending to fight on his behalf, his strength was still incredibly formidable. At the very least, he was far stronger than Melkor, a mere novice saint who was even weaker than most immortals…

Seeing that the seemingly illusory swastika Buddhist seal in front of him remained as still as an ancient rock, and that his punch, which was even more powerful than before, only stirred up a few tiny ripples on the golden Sanskrit, a hint of surprise flashed in Yang Yun's eyes.

But this is far from enough!

The next moment, Yang Yun, whose fighting spirit had intensified three times, did not stop his fist. He suddenly activated the energy in his body, causing the green light on his fist to suddenly solidify and transform into a crystal-clear green celestial crystal longsword, which pierced into the golden swastika inch by inch!
The golden runes within the swastika-shaped Buddhist seal, which had previously flowed freely, now writhed and struggled in agony, like a serpent pinned to its vital point, as a sharp blade pressed against it. With each inch this divine weapon, purely condensed from energy, advanced, countless runes shattered like glass, sending fragments flying with a crisp cracking sound in the void. Even most of the runes on the surface of the seal dimmed instantly, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain…

Seeing the swastika Buddhist seal shatter in an instant, Jieyin's expression changed slightly. His withered tree-like fingers instantly transformed into afterimages, forming eighty-four thousand variations, and his cracked lips rapidly opened and closed, uttering the six-syllable mantra:

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Every word is a gem, resonating with the voice of heaven and earth!
The moment the mantra resounded throughout heaven and earth, the swastika, on the verge of collapse, suddenly burst forth with boundless Buddhist light. The surface of the Buddha seal revealed the images of Buddhas of the past, present, and future—some smiling with flowers in hand, some glaring like wrathful Vajras, some with compassionate eyes lowered. Countless phantoms of Buddhas chanted simultaneously, the vast chanting transforming into tangible golden ripples, forcefully carving out a pure Buddhist land in the real world of The Ring!

"Another 'Buddha Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand'? Why do you guys always use the same old tricks... Can't you come up with something new?"

Hearing the chanting of Buddhist hymns and seeing the Buddhas appear before him, Yang Yun felt no shock whatsoever. Instead, he grinned and said with a strange expression, "I've had enough of this move. Hurry up and take it away—"

In an instant, the Heavenly Crystal Divine Sword in Yang Yun's hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and the sword body expanded in the wind, hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet... The length of the Heavenly Crystal Sword formed by energy actually extended infinitely with the expansion of the Buddhist Pure Land!
"Zheng!"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout heaven and earth! As the Heavenly Crystal Divine Sword drew a perfect arc, wherever the jade blade that stretched across the heavens and earth passed, countless golden Buddha statues shattered simultaneously!

Before those compassionate, majestic, and sacred Buddhist figures could even react, their golden forms were severed in two by a single sword strike, frozen in astonishment, before crumbling inch by inch like glass. Shattered Buddhist light rained down, and the chanting ceased abruptly… In an instant, the entire Buddhist paradise was cleaved in two by this single sword strike!

The chanting of Sanskrit faded away, and the Buddhist realm was divided in two! (End of Chapter)