Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 177 The Samadhi Divine Wind, long unused!

Not long ago, the dream world—

Type-Moon Locke: "20,000 popularity points? Why don't you go and steal them? If you waste them, I'm secondary, but watch out for mad dogs biting you to death. He hasn't been able to use any popularity points yet, and he can't stand seeing others waste them."

Locke from Under One Person: "Don't worry, I have a feeling that I can earn about the same amount of popularity points as you did back then, of course I mean when we were still on Earth."

Locke, the Cursed Art Reborn: "I've improved the technique you wanted. Take it and use it. I've modified it according to your requirements. Don't come to me for this kind of thing next time. Even if there are special features, it's too painful to modify the meridians again and again, try and fail, and then use the Reversal Technique to fix it. Go to the Hokage next time."

After patting the yellow weasel's fluffy head, Locke twisted his neck, realizing he needed to go back and check if he had done something wrong, so he left without looking back.

Because he needed to be on duty in the dream world, Locke of Type-Moon sat on the golden toilet he had conjured, looking at the Locke who hadn't moved for a long time, and asked curiously, "By the way, have you figured out the danger that Lord Tianyi told you about? Is it the mastermind behind the jade, or those ascended saints, or perhaps the so-called Interstellar Federation?"

Thinking of the ridiculous interstellar federation in that world, the Emperor couldn't help but laugh. As the strongest being in Locke, even though he didn't obtain his power on his own, he still dominated the entire universe and even raised a super universe from the worms.

In contrast, the Interstellar Federation under One Person is Le.

Locke from Under One Person: "If I had known about the Interstellar Federation earlier, I would have simply become a weasel, maxed out my stats, and then given myself the Space Marine skin. The yellow-skinned Emperor would have been interesting. Unfortunately, it's too late now."

As he spoke, Locke successfully ignited the Samadhi True Fire. After comparing it with the Samadhi True Fire he had obtained from Zhuge Qing, he nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Actually, I don't know what kind of crisis Lord Tianyi was talking about, but considering that my plan has not been hindered at all, I can roughly guess what it is."

Type-Moon Locke: "A plan? A chaotic brawl at Longhu Mountain? You're not just planning to gain some popularity points, are you? Wait, could it be...?"

Locke from Under One Person: "That's right, the script we initially rejected, the one about the revival of spiritual energy."

Returning to the present, after being improved, the Samadhi True Fire, which abandons the Great Dao and focuses on destructive power, is further enhanced by high-quality spiritual energy that does not belong to this world. The power of Red Boy's clone's Samadhi True Fire is so great that even Locke and the others were shocked.

Red Boy's true form was completely weakened, having used up 80% of the spiritual power given to him by his original body. He had no choice but to raise the banner first, using the power of his will contained by the divine mask to support himself, and then ask his true form for more.

At this moment, the true self had no time to pay attention to him. He was in charge of the overall situation to prevent the deaths of people who should not have died. In his plan, it didn't matter how many Quanxing died, but it was best if none of the others died.

That's why, even though the supernatural beings in the finals stands were utterly astonished by the overwhelming tide of Gu and the sky-piercing pillar of fire, the yellow-haired dumpling Locke, who was perched on Feng Baobao's head, remained completely still and showed no reaction whatsoever.

Guan Shihua, who was standing next to him, tugged at his soft fur several times and leaned over to ask him in a low voice several times, but he acted as if he didn't hear her and didn't even lift his eyelids.

The old Celestial Master, Zhang, slowly walked out from the direction of the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

He remained as composed as ever, unfazed even by a collapsing mountain. His deep, steady voice calmly explained to the crowd the whole story of the Quanxing demons' attack on the mountain. He then reassured them that the Nadutong Company had already made contingency plans in advance, instructing everyone to stay in the stands and wait quietly, and not to move around or cause trouble.

But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the old master abruptly changed the subject:

However, this time the Quanxing sect came with overwhelming force and was exceptionally fierce, so he had to personally go down the mountain to fight against the demons together with the company.

If there are any extraordinary individuals who are confident in their own cultivation and are willing to go with them to fight the enemy, he will never stop them.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chulan, who was still standing on the final arena, immediately withdrew the golden light covering his body. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and followed the old master's footsteps.

Zhang Lingyu was left standing alone on the stage, stunned for a full half minute, before she suddenly came to her senses and quickly chased after him.

The audience, who were left in the stands dumbfounded, stood frozen in place, looking at each other in disbelief, and even forgot to react to the abruptly ended final of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

The old Celestial Master left too quickly, so quickly that their minds were still a mess. By the time they finally came to their senses from this sudden turn of events and realized something was wrong, the Celestial Master had already vanished without a trace.

The unusual details of the past few days flashed through his mind, and the quick-witted man felt a chill run down his spine.

They had been completely framed from the start! But before they could even react or sort out their thoughts, another earth-shattering explosion rang out, causing the entire Longhu Mountain to tremble violently. Instantly, everyone lost all interest in thinking about anything else and could only grip whatever was around them tightly to steady themselves.

The epicenter of the deafening roar that shook the entire Longhu Mountain was right there.

Master Jiekong lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Zizai in front of him with a face full of pity, even the fingertips of his fingers that were holding the Buddhist beads were trembling slightly.

His disciple, the monk Baojing, was clutching his right arm, bent at a ninety-degree angle, his forehead damp with cold sweat and bulging veins. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he glared at his former fellow disciple, his voice cracking as he roared, "You beast—have you completely fallen into demonic possession?!"

Faced with his senior brother's hoarse questioning, Xiao Zizai's eyes rolled back a terrifying crimson, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He suddenly looked up and gave Bao Jing a sinister glare. His voice was extremely low, trembling with suppressed emotion and on the verge of losing control: "Senior brother, stop tempting me. I'm really starting to lose control now."

"You!" Bao Jing felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze, and a lump formed in her throat, preventing her from uttering a complete sentence.

"Hahaha—! I won't listen!"

A wild laugh suddenly broke the deadlock.

The one who uttered that earth-shattering roar was none other than Huang Mei, who had just smashed the Quanxing demon who charged into the formation, along with the entire water-based war chariot, into a bloody pulp with a single blow.

He strode up to Xiao Zizai's side, carrying the heavy golden hammer, and slammed the hammer tip on the ground, sending shards of stone flying.

He immediately called out the Buddhist name he had given Xiao Zizai, "Bu Ting" (meaning "Unlistening"), then gestured with his chin toward Master Jiekong not far away, his tone full of mocking provocation. He glanced sideways at Xiao Zizai, who was tense beside him: "What? Seeing your former mentor, has that useless pity stirred in your heart again?"

Having said that, Huang Mei bent down his giant-like body, leaned close to Xiao Zizai's ear, and whispered in a low voice, like a viper's hiss or a demonic whisper, each word drilling into his heart: "My good disciple, let me test you. Do you remember what your master told you?"

Xiao Zizai's Adam's apple bobbed violently, a fierce struggle flashing in his scarlet eyes, as he squeezed out the words through clenched teeth: "Without killing, hatred will never end."

Upon hearing the answer, Huang Mei suddenly burst into a deafening burst of maniacal laughter, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain for the Buddhist precepts.

He raised his hand and patted Xiao Zizai on the shoulder, correcting him with words that cut to the heart: "Wrong! Utterly wrong! It is—without indulging in desires, all other activities become devoid of interest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant-like evil Buddha stretched out his fan-sized hand and gently stroked Xiao Zizai's head. His tone suddenly softened, like a demon coaxing a child, patiently guiding him, each sentence drilling into the deepest part of his demonic heart: "Good disciple, kill him."

Kill him, and the shackles that have bound you your whole life will shatter, and everything will be over.

With your master around, he will stand up for you and take the blame for all the sins you have committed.

What are you still hesitating about?

"Do you still think that murder needs some ridiculous reason? Murder is murder, you kill when you want to, why think it over? Restraint is all an illusion, indulging in desires is the true essence of Mahayana Buddhism!"

He leaned down, his massive body casting a shadow that completely enveloped Xiao Zizai. He leaned close to Xiao Zizai's ear and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, uttered a final, poisoned death warrant, as light as a breeze yet heavy enough to crush Xiao Zizai's lifelong resolve: "Kill him."

Xiao Zizai's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Master Jiekong not far away, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he was desperately suppressing the drool that was about to overflow from his throat.

His muscles were taut, not because he was hesitating about whether to kill or not, but because he was suppressing his surging bloodlust.

After a long while, he turned his head and said to Huang Mei in a hoarse voice, as if he had been grinding bloody gravel, "Master, it's not that I'm reluctant to do it. I'm just thinking about how to properly enjoy this hard-won meal."

Upon hearing this, Huang Mei burst into a hearty laugh, which sent chills down Xiao Zizai's spine.

Without saying a word, he snatched the heavy golden hammer from his shoulder, and with the immense power to split mountains and shatter rocks, he smashed it down fiercely towards Master Jiekong, who was not far away!

This sudden blow left the monk Baojing, who was clutching his severed arm, and even Xiao Zizai, who had already been intent on killing him, speechless with astonishment.

No one expected him to do this.

Only Master Jiekong in the very center remained standing with his eyes lowered, unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. He simply twirled his prayer beads with his fingertips and softly uttered, "Amitabha."

The entire Longhu Mountain was once again engulfed in a violent earthquake. As soon as the deafening roar subsided, Wang Zhenqiu, who was not far away, looked up in surprise at the source of the sound. At his feet lay a bunch of Quanxing demons, all of them dazed and limp as mud, all of whom had been easily subdued by his famous technique, "Love Massage".

"Strange, what evil has befallen Longhu Mountain?" He rubbed his chin with his fingertips, a hint of playful doubt flashing in his eyes. "Leaving aside the endless stream of Quanxing madmen, just the sky-covering Gu tide and that heaven-burning phenomenon that pierced the firmament—weren't those events enough to overturn the entire world of supernatural beings? The company had clearly prepared contingency plans long ago, so how could the situation have collapsed so quickly? Did Fatty Zhao and the others become careless?"

"That's not right." The thought had barely formed in his mind when he immediately dismissed his guess. "They even sent out all of us temporary workers; it couldn't possibly be a case of carelessness."

In other words—even the company can't handle this mess?

Having figured this out, Wang Zhenqiu showed no sign of panic. Instead, he grinned, revealing an enthusiastic smile, his eyes shining like a child who had discovered a wonderful toy: "Interesting, this is really interesting!"

But just then, the soft, jelly-like Puling alien on his body suddenly tensed up, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, and urgently warned, "Hey! Ball! Something's really wrong over there! I'm feeling numb and trembling all over, there's something really scary over there!"

"Oh?" Wang Zhenqiu raised an eyebrow, his interest growing even stronger. "Then I'll definitely have to go and take a look."

After saying that, he took a step toward the direction from which the sound came, but before he could take two steps, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

As he looked up, he saw two enormous, sky-covering structures standing at the end of the mountain path.

One of them was a black bear covered in black fur, standing dozens of meters tall. Its towering body blocked out most of the sunlight.

The other statue was a bald donkey with a big belly and a face full of fat. When his fat body trembled, it felt as if the ground beneath his feet was shaking.

The conversation between the two that followed left Wang Zhenqiu, who was used to big events, completely stunned, feeling that it was utterly absurd.

"Black Wind! Why aren't you staying peacefully at Guanyin Temple? What are you doing here blocking my way? Get out of my way!"

Once I have completed the construction of Mount Ling and assumed my Buddhist throne, I will appoint you as the chief guardian deity of the mountain, which will be worthy of your cultivation!

"Yellow Eyebrows, you dare to speak presumptuously about Mount Ling? You're nothing but a mere bell-ringer and chime-striker under Maitreya, yet you dare to call yourself Buddha? Now Mount Ling is deserted, and all Buddhas have withdrawn from the world. You can sit on this supreme position of the Three Realms, but I can't?"

Yellow Eyebrows? Black Wind? This plot doesn't seem right, did he wander into the wrong theater?

Watching the gigantic battle that resembled an Ultraman movie, Wang Zhenqiu felt disoriented. He then ran in the opposite direction without looking back. He liked to have fun, but he wasn't looking for death.

How could he possibly participate in such a battle that involves the laws of heaven and earth?

This scene, along with the confrontation between the two colossal figures, was not only clearly heard by Wang Zhenqiu, who was not far away, but also carried by the howling mountain wind to most of Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Lingyu's mind went blank, and he froze on the spot, as if his soul and spirit had been shaken apart by those two sentences.

Although Zhang Lingyu found this completely unacceptable, Xia He didn't care at all. She kicked the Taoist priest twice, seemingly venting her anger, but actually using the action to convey information to him. She even teased him, saying, "What? You, a high-ranking disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, can't accept seeing two living demon kings with your own eyes? What if I told you that the Quanxing sect, which caused trouble at the Celestial Master's Mansion this time, has that Holy Infant King Red Boy backing them up? Wouldn't you, little Taoist, wet your pants on the spot?"

"What???"

Zhang Lingyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and she cried out in shock. Even the Yin Five Thunders surging around her body trembled uncontrollably for a moment.

Watching these legendary demon kings wreak havoc on the territory of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Lingyu, whose Dao heart was on the verge of collapse, and the employees of Nadutong, whose defenses were crumbling and who were fighting desperately, were filled with overwhelming despair.

What can they possibly fight with?

At this moment, Longhu Mountain has become a living hell, with a scene of apocalypse everywhere.

At the foot of Longhu Mountain, Red Boy was casually toying with Zhuge Liang and Yan Huan, his Samadhi True Fire burning so brightly that the world lost its color.

Deep within the mountain, the golden-headed Gu horde unleashed by the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord blotted out the sky, causing fear and unease wherever it passed.

On the mountain path, the two colossal beings, the Yellow-Eyebrowed Old Buddha and the Black Wind King, clashed fiercely. Each collision caused the mountain to crumble and the entire mountain to tremble amidst the overwhelming malevolent aura.

In the mountains, Zhang Chulan tightly protected Lu Linglong, Lu Lin and their group behind him, his back ramrod straight, his eyes full of vigilance, fixed on the Three Corpse Sect successor in front of him.

But at this tense moment, a yellow wind suddenly swept up beside him without warning.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of yellow sand swept out with the wind, covering the entire Longhu Mountain in an instant.

The overwhelming tide of golden-headed Gu that had previously baffled the entire world of supernatural beings was scattered and vanished without a trace in the yellow wind.

Amidst the howling, surging, and earth-shattering yellow wind, a bold and unyielding voice, carrying the spirit of a thousand years of untamed nature, pierced through the howling wind and clearly reached the ears of everyone on Longhu Mountain: "The Samadhi Divine Wind, long unused!"