The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 373 Maha Boundless, Swordsman's Sensation

"All martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin? How laughable!"

As he sensed the legendary power gradually descending, Su Ming's gaze fell upon the wooden figures, his eyes filled with eagerness. In this world of martial arts, a hundred flowers bloom, yet a mere Shaolin Temple dares to boast that all martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin. What then is the Sword Sect?
In an instant, clouds gathered in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight became dim, as if the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers were all trembling.

The twenty-two wooden figures waved their hands continuously, and a terrifying power, enough to change the color of the heavens and earth and make ghosts wail, slowly descended upon the world, as if in accordance with some rule of heaven and earth, and enveloped Su Ming.

These wooden figures are merely vessels; the power originates from heaven and earth and is drawn to them at this moment.

The space within a radius of several hundred feet seemed to freeze. The wind howled, the clouds moved, and the sky above Shaolin Temple was filled with wind and clouds, as if ten thousand horses were galloping, trees were being broken, and rocks were rolling down.

The monks in the temple all turned pale, thinking that heaven was about to send down divine punishment, and they couldn't help but chant Buddhist mantras, praying to Buddha to save the world.

Deep within the temple, an old monk sat withered before a stone wall. His withered body was extremely aged, and his vitality was dim, as if he were about to pass away at any moment. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a captivating light flashed within them. "This is... that power!"

In no time, the forces of wind and clouds converged here, creating an infinite power that changed the sky and shattered the heavens and earth. Even the smallest insects and ants sensed the impending disaster and frantically crawled away, hiding in the soil and burrows.

Su Ming stood rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on the process without blinking, as if trying to imprint it all deeply into his mind. Yuanji Moke was the original Moke Wuliang, the highest martial arts achievement of Bodhidharma, created after nine years of meditation facing a wall. It was the first Moke Wuliang in the world, a result of Bodhidharma's integration of his life's Zen teachings and the formless and impermanent state of "wind without form, clouds without constancy" between heaven and earth, refined through countless trials and tribulations!
This is not a power originating from itself, but a wondrous martial art that manipulates the rules of heaven and earth, a terrifying power that can shock the heavens. It is only because the power of wind and clouds in all things in the three realms has been seen through by Bodhidharma, and thus transformed into this Yuanji Moke!

Maha, originally a Sanskrit word, means infinite, immeasurable, or beyond measure; Maha Immeasurable means that this power will be infinitely large, immeasurable, endless, and without end.

In Su Ming's eyes, this powerful, formless force, born from the very foundation of this world, might be related to the legendary Nuwa who mended the sky. Anyone who correctly enters the password to use this power can activate it.

At this moment, Su Ming was already enveloped by this terrifying power, but he felt no fear whatsoever.

In an instant, a sword cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.

The pale white sword light was dazzling, like the sun descending on the mountain peak. Under the brilliant sword light, the area within dozens of miles was covered by the sword light. A sword intent, like a hibernating dragon, appeared in this world, soaring straight to the heavens.

"Sword Eleven, Cease the War!"

Following Sword Ten, Su Ming comprehended the War God's Manual and, after shattering the void, finally created his own Sword Eleven. This move is named Stop War, but in reality, it is about stopping war with killing and quelling chaos with martial arts.

This sword strike exuded boundless killing intent, as if all the killing and destruction of the past millennia were contained within this one sword. The moment it was unleashed, it severed the boiling primordial energy of heaven and earth, covering an area of ​​a hundred miles in radius.

As the sword energy emerged, the peaks of Mount Song began to tremble, rocks crumbled, and ancient trees snapped. The boundless power of the Maha-Boundless Qi stirred the winds and clouds, coalescing into a single, immense force. The two supreme energies collided violently above Mount Shaoshi, erupting in a blinding light that illuminated the entire sky.

"boom!"

The ancient Shaolin Temple, with its thousand-year history, collapsed under this earth-shattering force. The golden roof of the Mahavira Hall was blown off, the pagodas and stone forests collapsed and were obliterated, and the ground cracked open with ravines dozens of meters deep. The main peak of Mount Song tilted in the violent tremors, and countless boulders rolled down the cliffs. At this moment, it was as if the earth dragon had turned over.

At the same time that Su Mingjian's intent appeared in the world, in an unknown place, there was a pavilion. The environment here was quiet and the scenery was beautiful. The pavilion was inscribed with the three characters "Zhonghua Pavilion".

In the attic, a middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and looked towards the direction of Mount Song. “Unexpectedly, another divine sword has appeared in the martial world. Although this person’s swordsmanship is filled with boundless killing intent, it is upright and righteous. He is not a sinister person. He is truly fortunate for the swordsmanship.”

After speaking, his expression turned somber. He closed his eyes and began to play the erhu again. The desolate and mournful sound of the erhu filled the room, conveying an indescribable sense of loneliness and solitude, as if lamenting the suffering of the world and sighing for his own fate.

On the distant plains, a majestic city stands. In a cave outside the city, an old man with white hair suddenly opens his eyes, a glint of sword light flashing in them. He laughs heartily, "The world has gained another fine sword. The way of the sword is not lonely!"

On Mount Song, the sword energy and the Maha Boundless were still locked in a stalemate, the space at the point of clash distorting, revealing spiderweb-like black cracks. Su Ming stood with his hands behind his back, two fingers forming a sword, his sharp and piercing sword intent mixed with immense fighting spirit, his aura overwhelming.

The surrounding world was sealed off by Su Ming's sword energy. Maha Boundless was unable to leverage the power of heaven and earth and was gradually dissipated. Then, the sword's cry resounded through the sky and suddenly surged, splitting Maha Boundless in two.

The aftershocks swept across the area, dispersing the clouds for miles around. The remaining force of the sword energy left a deep sword mark on the main peak of Shaoshi Mountain, and countless fragments of rock fell like rain. The entire Songshan Mountain trembled, causing a continuous rumble.

At this moment, the monks in the temple, no longer able to chant Buddhist scriptures, fled frantically, fearing they would be too late. The people at the foot of Mount Song, witnessing this earth-shattering scene, trembled with fear, their hands shaking as they gazed at the sky, then prostrated themselves in worship, praying to Buddha.

The sky's howling had long since turned gray. The earth trembled, and the mountains collapsed.

However, after that sword strike, the twenty-two wooden figures were still wielding the power of the Great Immeasurable, and the wind and cloud power within dozens of miles around them was once again gathered, intending to tear Su Ming apart.

"Nether Sea Returns to Origin, Collect!"

Just as the power of wind and clouds was about to be gathered, Su Ming dispersed his sword energy and fully activated the Nether Sea Returning to Origin Force. His empty Qi Sea continuously received the power of wind and clouds from the outside world. This powerful force was forcibly suppressed by Su Ming as it surged into his Qi Sea, and he transformed and analyzed it at the same time.

After witnessing the power of the Great Immeasurable, he conceived the idea of ​​transforming it into his own. The power of wind and clouds is the power of heaven and earth, and Su Ming's Nether Sea Returning to Origin Force can borrow the myriad energies of heaven and earth for his own use.

The myriad energies of heaven and earth must be transformed into true energy by the Nether Sea Returning to Origin Force before they can be used. If he could directly control the power of wind and clouds instead of borrowing it, how strong would he be? Perhaps he could rival the combined power of Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, and the Maha Boundless after borrowing their destiny.

"boom!"

In the darkness, this force seemed to have its own consciousness. The wind and clouds continued to surge violently, but at this moment, the twenty-two wooden figures could no longer hold on. Cracks appeared on their bodies, and their movements became distorted.

The Great Immeasurable lost its effectiveness and could no longer gather wind and clouds. The wooden figures also exploded one by one and could no longer continue.

The external turmoil gradually subsided, but the immense destructive power caused by the two's powerful attacks was still shocking.

Su Ming didn't care about any of this. At this moment, he closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed this power. The wind and clouds had no fixed form, and the boundless power of the Maha that they formed was an invisible and formless energy.

These forces are purer and more powerful than the natural elements, which is what makes this world special. If it were in another place, even if these wooden figures activated the Maha Boundless, they would not be able to mobilize the power of wind and clouds between heaven and earth.

Within his dantian, an invisible and formless power surged wildly, yet remained within certain limits, preventing it from damaging his dantian. Su Ming stood still, calmly comprehending that power. It was a terrifying force that was calm yet surging, formless yet boundless, reaching everywhere in the heavens and on earth, transcending time and space, and causing the firmament to tremble.

Endless and immeasurable.

Su Ming's innate primordial spirit reflected a spiritual power. By deeply comprehending the essence of this power, he gradually gained some insights.

Sure enough, these wind and cloud forces were subtly different from the ordinary qi of heaven and earth, as if they possessed a spiritual quality. Considering the great connection between the Wind and Cloud World and Nuwa, who mended the sky with stones, and that the wind and clouds of this world were originally formed from the two breaths exhaled by Nuwa, everything made sense.

Therefore, the power of wind and clouds can transcend time and space, and is formless and intangible. When these two forces meet, a mysterious reaction occurs, giving rise to a divine power of Nuwa, which exerts various wondrous uses.

After the wooden figure collapsed, the wind and clouds that had been shrouding the area gradually subsided. The monks of Shaolin Temple also sensed the source of the storm and gathered around. When they saw the figure in the storm, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock.

Is there anyone in this world who can survive under that force?

Su Ming opened his eyes, noticing their arrival. He glanced at them, and with just one glance, the monks' minds froze, as if their souls had been frozen.

By the time they came to their senses, Su Ming's figure had vanished, and another sword mark appeared on the main peak of Shaoshi Mountain, one horizontal and one vertical, exuding a chilling sword intent. After this, Shaolin Temple lost a forbidden area, the Wooden Dummy Alley, but gained a Sword Dao Cross Peak.

Most of the Shaolin Temple was destroyed, so those two sword marks can be considered compensation for the monks.

……

The news of the destruction of Shaolin Temple did not cause a stir in the martial arts world, because during this time, a major event was about to take place, which dominated the headlines.

"Fire blazes atop the southern mountain peak, snow drinks the cold deep in the northern sea; it's a pity we never saw their sharp edges, the snow blade is hidden and the sword sings a lonely song."

This refers to two great masters who dominated the Central Plains and the North and South in this era: Duan Shuai of the Fire Kirin Sword and Nie Renwang of the Snow Drinking Saber. These two, one in the South and one in the North, had few rivals.

Aside from renowned figures in the martial arts world, only Xiong Ba of the World Society and Dugu Yifang, the lord of Wushuang City, are among them.

Unfortunately, that was only back then.

With Xueyin Kuangdao retiring to seclusion with his wife, the once-famous hero of the North has become an ordinary farmer and hunter, much to the regret of countless martial arts practitioners who never had the chance to witness Xueyin Kuangdao's power.

However, not long ago, rumors suddenly spread in the martial arts world that Duan Shuai and Nie Renwang had agreed to a duel, causing an uproar among martial arts masters.

This Nanshan refers to Leshan in southern Sichuan, the ancestral home of the Duan family, and the place where the Fire Kirin Sword became famous throughout the world.

On the great river, Su Ming sat at the bow, gazing at the water with a deep, melancholy look. "Swords clash, heroes gather, and many figures in this world are about to step onto the stage of history. Xiong Ba, Feng Yun... What should I do?"

The backdrop of the world of Fengyun is the Great Calamity of a Thousand Autumns. In reality, this Great Calamity began with the grudges and affections of Xiao Sanxiao's family, which eventually evolved into a war between Japan and China, affecting the dragon veins and destiny.

In this context, the power of mortal dynasties becomes less important. In this turbulent world, one can truly be an enemy of another nation, unlike the grandmasters in the Tang Dynasty who were influenced by the power of the state.

After thinking for a long time, Su Ming gazed into the distance and sighed softly, "In the end, it all comes down to power."

……

The Leshan Giant Buddha, located on the west side of Leshan, sits at the confluence of the Minjiang, Qingyi, and Dadu rivers. It is a seated Maitreya Buddha statue. Construction took nearly a century to complete. It is as tall as the mountain, backed by the mountain and facing the river. Carved into the rock, it stands majestically with the river flowing beneath its feet and boats gliding like ants.

To the right of the top of this Buddha statue is an ancient temple called Dafosi Temple. A hundred feet to the left of Dafosi Temple, there is another row of pavilions and towers, which is Duanjiazhuang.

One day, a light rain was falling from the sky, and the river was calm.

At the foot of the Buddha, a child in brown clothes was running along the mountain path. He had a round face, bright and lively eyes, and was as delicate as a carved jade. His clothes were not ordinary coarse cloth, and it was clear at a glance that he was from a noble family.

When he arrived at the water's edge, he didn't play around like other children his age. Instead, he ran to the foot of the Buddha statue and stared at the water's surface, where the waves were rolling. There, he saw something hanging down—a thin rope with a stone tied to it at intervals as a marker. The boy squatted down and pulled it up. He looked at the wet spots and realized he was measuring the water level at the riverbank.

The whole process was smooth and skillful, exuding a composure beyond his years.

Seeing that it hadn't reached the desired position, the boy let go, and the thin rope fell down again.

This boy is Duan Lang, the son of Duan Shuai, the chief swordsman of Nanlin. Measuring water levels is a tradition of the Duan family, and Duan Lang has already learned it at a young age.

"boom!"

Just then, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the shore, jolting Danlang awake. He hurriedly turned to look and saw that a speeding wooden boat had crashed heavily into the shore, its hull instantly shattering into pieces, splashing water everywhere.

Amidst the exploding wood shards, two figures leaped high into the air, swooping down like eagles, and were upon them in the blink of an eye.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Nie Feng and his son.

Looking at the imposing giant Duan Lang in front of him, he steadied himself, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Senior, my father has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me!" His voice was young but polite.

After saying that, he turned over and stood up, and a nimble person had already climbed onto the Buddha's knees for support.

Just then, Nie Renwang suddenly looked back and saw a small boat sailing on the river. A figure in a green robe stood alone at the bow, exuding an elegant aura. His wide robes made him seem as if he were about to ascend to immortality.

Where did this expert come from?
Upon seeing the other party, Nie Renwang felt an overwhelming aura. Even though the other party was not showing off, his martial arts intuition told him that the person in front of him was extremely terrifying!
(End of this chapter)