Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 874 Arbitrary Rule of Law
The immortals and gods, with their myriad expressions and boundless magical powers, appeared on the scene and covered the surrounding area. Even the sun, which was sinking down with destructive force, seemed to be held up by force!

Then the sun sets in the west.

Then the heavenly soldiers and generals' armored divine weapons cracked and shattered, their battle formations were reduced to ashes, the beating magic drums turned to ash, the celestial spheres that drew in the stars were all burned, and the dancing fairies, along with their clothes and bodies, were turned into charred remains.

Beneath the raging crimson flames, the seemingly vast and majestic array of immortals and gods shattered in an instant, like a sandcastle in a raging wind, blown into a pile of sand!
When the true spirit is annihilated, where is there any chance of survival?

But the blockade was blocked!

As Song Shi swung his sword down, the immortals and gods bound the blade like entangled threads. The "threads" burned upon contact, but new threads emerged endlessly, growing more and more, forcibly wearing down and exhausting the attack!
This is not the end! The heavenly soldiers, generals, and immortal masters who were just scattered and destroyed were reborn from the still-burning sea of ​​fire.

click.

On Feng Lian's face, half of his cheek was cracked, and his skin did not have the texture of a human. Instead, it looked like gold paint applied to a statue of a god. It cracked and fell off in patches, dissipating into specks of light that disappeared into the air.

Looking inwards through the exposed gap, one sees no flesh or matter, but rather a vast expanse of golden light, its majesty evident.

It wasn't just on his cheek; fine cracks appeared on half of Feng Lian's body, spreading and winding. Having withstood only a single blow, this avatar was already showing signs of faltering.

Even so, the countless immortals, Buddhas, and saints still wielded immense divine power, their imposing aura soaring into the heavens, forming a powerful heavenly lock that sealed off the six realms and isolated the five elements, attempting to suppress Song Shi below!

Song Shi didn't even look, but instead unleashed a powerful attack that ignited a sea of ​​fire in the sky above Mangxing Plain. With its vast and boundless presence, it was like the scorching heat of a boiling copper pot, engulfing the entire battlefield.

The array of immortals and Buddhas was already quite grand, but in front of this one, they were like objects in the palm of one's hand, turtles in a jar. No matter how much they charged left or right, they could not create a single breach.

If she cannot break through the Sea of ​​Flames and create a gap to the outside world, then the chances of the Grand Protector's successful disintegration will be almost zero—her consciousness will not be able to return to the Republic's homeland.

Looking at the impressive formation overhead, Song Shi let out a chuckle.

These so-called immortals, demons, gods, Buddhas, heavenly soldiers, and heavenly generals are, in essence, all of them a wisp of Feng Lian's "thought," or rather, a manifestation of the "god within his body."

Feng Lian has cultivated various inner landscapes within himself, each containing a spirit within his body. To date, he has accumulated a total of 36,000 inner landscapes.

But that doesn't matter. When the true spirit is "annihilated," nothing matters; everything will end in destruction, and death will be inevitable.

These are no exceptions.

With pupils as bright as fire, Song Shi could see clearly that these immortals, demons, gods, and Buddhas, who could not be eradicated but would always return with renewed force, were not reborn, but rather entirely new beings.

Psionic arts. No, the strength of pure psionic arts cannot reach this level.

—The true spirit of Feng Lian.

“It is ‘all afflictions and thoughts’,” Feng Lian suddenly said. “Thoughts arise from afflictions, and afflictions arise from thoughts. They cannot be cut off or eliminated. In the blink of an eye, 360 million arise and 360 million cease.” Song Shi did not feel enlightened, but simply nodded: “That is similar to what I saw.”

Humans have thoughts that come and go, endlessly, and even in sleep, we cannot escape them, such as those bizarre and fantastical dreams. Many people pursue meditation, calming their minds, gradually emptying their brains, allowing their souls to find peace, and clearing away all sorts of distracting thoughts.

But Feng Lian was not like that. This "Jun Tian Shen Que" went against the grain, not caring about complicated thoughts at all, letting them swirl around him and grow wildly - this was his second stage of true spirit "all kinds of troublesome thoughts"!
Even the most ordinary person can have hundreds of thoughts flowing through their mind, but for Feng Lian, under the influence of "all kinds of troublesome thoughts," his imperial pomp and divine court formations can be described as endless and inexhaustible.

Feng Lian stopped standing and sat down.

Divine light condensed into twelve tassels on his crown, which hung down in front of his forehead. He sat on the majestic imperial throne that appeared out of thin air, ruling over all directions, and looked down at Song Shi.

The mere act of "sitting down" produced an overwhelming, loud cracking sound that reverberated through the air. The source of the sound was Feng Lian!

The cracks covering his entire body seemed to have widened suddenly under immense pressure. If they could still be called "cracks" before, they were now practically "gaps" that could not be ignored by the naked eye. Even the mottled gaps on the surface of his skin had increased considerably along with the cracks.

At first glance, Feng Lian looked like a porcelain doll on the verge of breaking.

However, amidst this cracking, his aura suddenly surged! A terrifying pressure erupted!

The Grand Protector, who was standing to the side calmly awaiting the moment of his death, had his brows furrowed in slight pain, as if he were suffering from the pressure.

Click——!
——Crack!
With each increase in pressure, the cracks on Feng Lian's body would disintegrate an inch more, becoming irreparable, but he remained oblivious to it.

He slowly raised his hand.

Riding the mist and clouds, obscuring the sky and the sun, countless gods' robes fluttered, their necklaces and pendants jingling like celestial music, their golden armor and jade artifacts clanging like thunder, as if the palaces of the nine heavens had descended to the mortal world, or as if a million gods had opened their divine eyes at the same time, shaking the vast heavenly might!
Compared to before, the power they displayed was far greater!
If the previous immortals, gods, and Buddhas were merely empty shells, putting on a pretentious show, then now they truly possessed great supernatural powers and immense magical strength. Every move they made was filled with boundless power, radiating boundless brilliance and nine-colored spiritual energy soaring into the sky.
The feeling Song Shi had
The fifth ring.

In my perception, these Star Officials, True Lords, Divine Generals, and Auspicious Beasts are like fifth-ring [True Spirit] psychic beings! If the fifth ring is like the sun, then at this moment, countless suns fill my field of vision, their rays intertwining and merging, intense and confusing, forming a terrifying and inconceivable pressure!

But it shouldn't be like this! Even a powerful psychic like "Feng Lian," who is in the first tier below the [God's Throne], cannot do this—a mere thought is comparable to a fifth-ring [True Spirit].

Thoughts flew like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, Song Shi glimpsed the true form.

The Fifth Ring. The feeling they convey is indeed that of a Fifth Ring, without a doubt! But rather than calling them a Fifth Ring, it's more like seeing a facet of a Fifth Ring!
Like a cubic crystal, when illuminated by light, it can display many light spots and facets. The gods and immortals summoned by Feng Lian are these projected facets.
Feng Lian's palm fell peacefully.

True Spirit, Third Stage.

—“The Outline of Heaven”.

The overwhelming might of heaven, accompanied by the will of the divine emperor, crashed down heavily!

(End of this chapter)