Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 191 The Wondrous Path of Pure Source, Manifesting Sacred Power

Looking at the eyes on the screen, Bi Youlong stood up abruptly, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat. The methods they hadn't been able to witness back on Longhu Mountain, they were witnessing now.

"Can anyone tell me what this thing is?!"

The logistics personnel in the command vehicle immediately pulled out the information on their tablet and showed it to Bi Youlong. It contained the original text from the 100-chapter version of Journey to the West.

"There were a thousand eyes under his two sides, each emitting a golden light, which was extremely powerful. The dense yellow mist and the bright golden light were like golden barrels on the left and right, and bronze bells on the east and west. The mist was dazzling and obscured the sun and moon, and made people feel irritable and confused. The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, was trapped in the golden light and yellow mist."

The traveler panicked, spinning wildly within the golden light, unable to move forward or backward, as if he were spinning inside a barrel.

"Chairman Bi, this is the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's Golden Light and Yellow Mist Formation, but right now there's only golden light and no yellow mist. It must mean he hasn't fully recovered, which is... good news?"

Upon hearing the words "good news," Bi Youlong's lips twitched involuntarily. Pointing at the yellow light shield on the screen, he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Good news? You call this good news? We wiped out the entire annual income of taxpayers in a third-tier city in half an hour, blew up half a mountain, and the other side didn't even lose a hair! This is what you call good news?"

Enraged, Bi Youlong spat in the logistics staff's face. The staff member who had misspoke shrank back in fright, swallowed hard, and stammered, "Uh—no, no?"

"Then tell me, what the hell is this 'good news' that's so damn good news!"

Just when Bi Youlong was about to scare the other party to death, a company employee in charge of monitoring came to the rescue.

"Chairman Bi! Something's happened! Ten Elders and Zhang Chulan have appeared near the golden light barrier."

Upon hearing this, Bi Youlong glared at the logistics officer and decided to let the idiot go for the time being. He ripped off his crumpled tie, sat back down, leaned forward, and stared intently at the satellite screen.

In the satellite image at this moment, there are three of the Ten Elders plus Zhou Sheng and Zhuge Liang, but Zhang Chulan resolutely walks at the very front.

He stood ramrod straight, his steps steady and powerful, each step landing heavily on the scorched earth, leaving clear footprints. It was as if even the howling hot wind was split open by his aura, whistling behind him.

At the same time, the golden light and yellow mist array of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord disappeared, revealing the figures of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord and the Yaksha King.

"Red Boy, can't you face reality? Even with the potential of a Great Sage, you can only manage a draw against me. Your cultivation is far inferior to ours. If you continue to stalemate with me here, you won't be able to escape when Huang Feng arrives. How about we share our potential instead?"

When the Hundred-Eyed Demon King tried to dissuade him, the Yaksha King only responded with mockery.

"Heh, you're nothing but a lowly creature born from dampness, what right do you have to share my innate talent? Besides, there's only one innate talent, are you going to cut it in half and give it to me and give it to you?"

"Oh? So there's no room for negotiation?"

"Shut up!"

Although the Hundred-Eyed Demon King and the Yaksha King were arguing fiercely, they no longer intended to fight. The two demon kings continued arguing as if no one else was around, completely disregarding the ants around them.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan gripped the shimmering gloves in his pocket, swallowed hard, and pointed at Hundred Eyes and Yaksha King, yelling, "Hey! Are you two ever going to stop?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan didn't receive the attention he expected. The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord and the Yaksha King continued their arguing. Seeing that he was being ignored, Zhang Chulan subconsciously considered giving up, but quickly reconsidered his thoughts. After taking a deep breath, he shouted, "I said, you two beasts, are you ever going to stop?!"

As soon as he said this, the scene suddenly fell silent. The younger generation standing at the back secretly gave Zhang Chulan a thumbs up. Zhang is something else!

At that moment, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord and the Yaksha King, who were arguing over the spoils, turned to look at Zhang Chulan, their eyes filled with danger, and said, "Oh? What did you just say?"

"You two, one betrayed his master and ancestors, willing to beg for food from those gods, even serving as Kunlun's dog; the other, your country is destroyed, your family ruined, yet you kneel and live like a piece of trash under the noses of your enemies. Calling you two beasts is an understatement, am I wrong?"

These words caused even the old fogies like Lu Jin to have to show Zhang Chulan respect. Zhou Sheng's gaze towards him changed, and he thought to himself:

Zhang Huaiyi, your grandson looks so much like the fourth son! Are you sure you didn't switch them at birth?

Feng Zhenghao sighed, wondering why his wife Sha Yan wouldn't be interested in such a remarkable person. As for Lü Ci...

He only regretted that Lü Chulan wasn't real.

"Haha, kid, you've got guts! Much guts than those two behind you. Don't worry, with a tough guy like you, I can't bear to see you go too fast."

Yaksha King never imagined that he would be attacked head-on by an ant. He was furious and raised his left hand, sticking out his bone blade to teach Zhang Chulan a lesson. This action startled the old men behind him, who immediately switched to battle mode. Only Zhang Chulan remained unmoved, standing like a pine tree.

Before the Yaksha King could make a move, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord stopped him. Before the Yaksha King could even ask a question, the Demon Lord squinted at Zhang Chulan and said, "That pungent smell on you...it seems you're one of Huang Feng's men. So the current court is cooperating with Huang Feng, huh? That's true. But I bet you don't know this, but Huang Feng once issued a 'Respect Rats' edict. He's a cannibal, no different in essence from us. Aren't you worried about such a monster?"

"I thought it was something serious. Is that all? The King already told us. Is he trying to sow discord between us? There's no need for that."

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Upon receiving Zhang Chulan's response, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord frowned, but Zhang Chulan's subsequent actions made him lose interest in thinking about it.

When Zhang Chulan took out a pair of seven-colored, shimmering gloves from his pocket, the Yaksha King was first startled, then puzzled. Wasn't this Xia Liuqing's divine mask? Where did this ant come from?

Compared to this question, what Yaksha King found even more perplexing was: so what if he had a divine mask? Could it possibly turn the world upside down?

In the forest of Bilian Village, Ma Xianhong and Balun warily watched Xia Liuqing, who was being suppressed by magical artifacts. Xia Liuqing, who had transformed himself into a yaksha demon with a mask, roared loudly, "Balun and that Ma kid! Tighten up, I feel like I'm going to lose control!"

Seeing this, Ma Xianhong quickly intensified his suppression to prevent Xia Liuqing, who was controlled by the Yaksha Blood, from breaking free. He then asked, "Elder Xia, is the divine mask on Zhang Chulan really effective?"

"How would I know? I've never used that mask since I got it. First, it's not suitable for me, and I can't act it out well. Second, I'm not worthy of it, because that mask is for—"

"Qingyuan Miaodao Huguo Chongning Zhenjun Chuanshu Dadi Weiling Xianhua Tianzun".

Back at the scene, under everyone's gaze, Zhang Chulan slowly put on the radiant divine mask and glove, raised his hand and gently wiped his face. With a flash of silver light, a sharp-lined silver radiant mask covered his face.

Silver light flowed, and Qi surged. The masked figure was fierce and ferocious, exuding an inviolable holiness that made the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord and the Yaksha King feel numb all over.

The silver mask was presumably meant to symbolize a deity, but the Yaksha King naturally couldn't recognize who the mask represented until he saw that the silver mask had quietly cracked open in the center of Zhang Chulan's forehead, turning into a vertical slit from which a third eye, entirely gilded, emerged.

The instant the third eye opened, countless invisible threads seemed to manifest in the world, transforming into gusts of wind that converged like rushing rivers toward Zhang Chulan's third eye, forming a golden radiance visible to the naked eye.

Yaksha King's pupils suddenly contracted. The God Mask could act as a god and borrow power like Xia Liuqing, but Zhang Chulan in front of him was clearly not like that. If he was absorbing the power of wishes to regain his senses, then Zhang Chulan was inheriting it. And who was the recipient of that inheritance?

It's Yang Jian.

"Kill him!"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord and the Yaksha King spoke almost simultaneously, and without the slightest hesitation, golden lightning and true fire instantly attacked Zhang Chulan.

The prepared old men unleashed their best skills the instant the Demon King made his move: magic, divination, talismans, witchcraft, and physical strength. The highest level of power in the world of supernatural beings formed a barrier in front of Zhang Chulan.

Although the old men were already considered top-tier or even at the pinnacle of their time, they were facing an existence that had shattered that ceiling.

The moment the golden lightning and true fire collided with the defensive line, it was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter. The barrier that the older generation had built with all their might couldn't even hold out for a second before it shattered with a crash. The golden lightning and true fire continued their momentum, heading straight for Zhang Chulan, who was still absorbing the power of wills.

Just at this critical moment, a gust of wind swept by.

The familiar Samadhi Divine Wind stirred up dust and sand, forming a barrier in front of Zhang Chulan. The violent golden lightning and true fire crashed into the wind wall, exploding with a roar and stirring up dust.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Feng Baobao, shrouded in the phantom of a yellow-haired rat-like monster draped in a robe, gripped a three-pronged steel fork and charged straight toward the two demon kings like an arrow released from a bow.

Just as Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan's figures crossed paths, Feng Baobao, expressionless, turned her head and met Zhang Chulan's gaze.

Those eyes remained crystal clear, without any impurities.

Zhang Chulan was currently being passively infused with the power of wishes, his mind filled with the buzzing sounds of various prayers.

Looking at Feng Baobao, whose mouth had sprouted several long, thin, silvery-white whiskers out of nowhere, he had only one thought in his mind.

It's actually quite pretty.

The next second, Feng Baobao rushed in front of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, stabbing his chest eye with a steel fork, and charged forward with him. The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord showed a pained expression and looked at Feng Baobao in shock.

"To act? No, in this world, no one can withstand your full power. Wait—a flawless body? There are actually immortal bodies like this in this world?"

The phantom of Huang Feng grinned and replied, "You didn't expect that, did you? I was shocked when I saw her too. It seems that the secrets of this world are truly vast. However, while you were still dreaming of becoming immortals, I had already grasped the key."

These words struck a nerve with the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, who roared, "What's wrong with becoming an immortal or an ancestor! If there are no immortals in heaven, then naturally the virtuous will take their place! If the Three Pure Ones can be immortals, why can't I?"

"Do you want to turn the world back to how it was before? Don't dream about it! Don't you understand why the Great Sage doesn't want to live forever?!"

"Hmph! Enough talk. Now that I'm severely injured, you can use my strength to fight back. Let's see who's right! If I win, this Immaculate Body will be excellent material for alchemy!"

Having said that, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord used his accumulated power to unleash a golden light, freeing himself from being dragged.

In a short time, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord was dragged several kilometers by Feng Baobao. Looking at the feng shui of the place, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord laughed heartily, spitting out a peach wood sword and casually scattering several yellow paper talismans. He shouted, "This place presents a gathering of dragons, sheltered from the wind and embracing the water, with yin and yang in harmony. It is a superior place where metal energy is abundant and earth is supportive! It seems even the heavens are on my side! Come! Fight!"

"Are you scared of me?! Baby, let's go!"

At the Nadutong Company, a thousand miles away, Zhao Fangxu watched the demon kings' battle from his office, his face extremely grim.

Back in Longhu Mountain, they were isolated by the divine wind and didn't see how the Demon King fought. They could only sense the astonishing destructive power from the ruins that followed.

But now, even though Huang Feng was only in his manifested form and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord was severely injured, the power they displayed sent chills down Zhao Fangxu's spine.

In fact, not everyone above trusted Huang Feng. In fact, many people even suspected that there was a conspiracy in the battle of Longhu Mountain. After all, Zhang Zhiwei was the only witness at the time. But now it seems that he doesn't need to worry about how to explain it.

Because these are a group of real monsters, monsters from before the last great eon.

As Feng Baobao, in her transformed state, dragged the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord away, half of the battlefield instantly became empty.

Yaksha King's crimson vertical pupils finally withdrew from the edge of the battlefield, locking onto Zhang Chulan, who was still standing there enduring the impact of willpower, his veins bulging all over his body.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed forward in a flash, and the bone spur on his right elbow suddenly grew three feet, gleaming with a dark red cold light, its edges so sharp that it could cut through anything.

He wanted to cleave this chilling man in two from the top of his head with a single stroke.

But he didn't expect that the moment he turned around, Lu Jin had already bitten her fingertip and used her blood essence as ink to rapidly draw incantations in the void.

Just as the Yaksha King's bone blade was about to strike Zhang Chulan, the seven Sanskrit characters at the forefront of the void suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, like seven blazing suns rising out of thin air, carrying an overwhelming and irresistible Buddhist aura, and crashed fiercely into the Yaksha King.

The bone blade and the golden incantation collided with a deafening roar, scattering countless golden and red sparks. The Yaksha King felt a surge of scorching Buddhist righteous energy rush through his meridians along the bone blade, and his arm jerked violently, the attack being forcefully blocked.

He stared intently at the Sanskrit characters that shimmered with golden light, his pupils contracting sharply, and he subconsciously uttered aloud: "Namo Satipa Sugataye Arhat Samyaksambuddha---No!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly clutched his chest and coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of dark red Yaksha blood. Even the Great Saint's root that he had just refined was shaken and churned, almost spitting it out.

He forcibly suppressed the righteous energy surging within him, raised his head, and looked at the group of "ants" before him with eyes that seemed to regard them as monsters. His voice was filled with disbelief: "A consecrated Shurangama Mantra car pendant? There are actually such things in this world!"

"Not only do we have it, we have plenty."

Lu Jin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to show his right hand, which was still dripping blood from its fingertips. Dense golden Sanskrit characters in the void slowly flowed with his movement. "You're the first person to force me to use the Taoist Tongtianlu to write Buddhist incantations. Be content."

Yaksha King's heart sank.

He quickly scanned the crowd and then belatedly realized that Zhou Sheng and Zhuge Liang's severed arms had grown back, and that everyone's bodies were faintly covered with a layer of pale golden runes that gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"The Great Peacock King Mantra, the Vajra Yaksha Wrathful King Mantra, the Great Auspicious Mantra Sutra, the Vajra Dharma Vajra Treading on the Hearts of All Demons and Greatly Violent Mantra —"

He pronounced the names of the incantations one by one, his teeth grinding together, his bloodshot eyes practically spitting fire.

"Heh, you've really prepared thoroughly. But do you think Mount Ling is already empty, and all the gods and Buddhas have vanished? Do you think these broken incantations will still be effective?"

Before he could finish speaking, the Yaksha King had already teleported in front of Lu Jin. Its claws, covered in a hard lava shell, swept out with a whooshing sound. Lu Jin tried his best to activate the Reverse Life Triple, but before he could react, the Yaksha King's iron claws had already gripped his neck tightly. With a slight twist of its knuckles, it was about to break his neck.

Lu Jin's face turned deathly pale instantly, and a muffled hoarse sound came from her throat.

At this critical moment, Zhou Sheng's figure appeared out of thin air behind Lu Jin. The domain of Feng Hou Qi Men suddenly expanded, distorting the surrounding space and flow. Despite being severely injured, he forcibly guided Lu Jin's body to transform into Qi, slipping out from between the Yaksha King's fingers and landing several meters away.

Almost simultaneously, Zhuge Liang made hand seals with his fingertips and muttered incantations.

A snow-white tiger, only the size of a small car, appeared out of thin air. Although it was much smaller than before, its fur stood on end, its fangs were bared, and it exuded a fierce and murderous aura that could tear mountains apart.

It roared deafeningly, its four hooves stomping the ground, and transformed into a streak of white light as it pounced towards the Yaksha King. Zhuge Liang followed closely behind, shouting fiercely, "Zhang Chulan! If you keep dawdling, we'll all die here today!"

Lu Jin unleashed another spell, and the golden light collided with the Yaksha King's bone blade, blasting him backward and causing him to cough up blood again.

But at this moment, Zhang Chulan, whose third eye between his eyebrows was tightly closed, seemed to be completely deaf.

He was enveloped in golden willpower, the veins beneath his skin bulged, and sweat dripped down his silver face, splashing onto the scorched earth.

He hadn't learned Xia Liuqing's technique of borrowing gods to perform divine acts, so he could only rely on his foundation in profound martial arts to bear this immense power of will.

Seeing this, the older generation, barely protected by the spells left by Huang Feng, could only grit their teeth and fight on, doing their utmost to contend with the Yaksha King. But no matter how powerful the spells were, they couldn't bridge the gap in their cultivation levels. Every movement they made had to be precise to the millimeter; the slightest mistake would result in their annihilation.

The battle lasted only a few minutes, yet it felt like an eternity. In the end, the relatively young Feng Zhenghao couldn't hold on any longer; his manipulation of the spirits slowed down by half a beat, revealing a fatal flaw.

"You little bastard, I'll start with you!"

Annoyed by the relentless pursuit of the spirits, the Yaksha King seized the opportunity, his figure flashing as he broke through the defenses, his bone blade, carrying a foul stench, aimed straight for Feng Zhenghao's head. Lu Jin and Lü Ci tried to intervene, but it was too late.

Feng Zhenghao slowly closed his eyes.

There was no fear, only a faint sense of regret.

"Shayan, it would be so good if you could fall for Zhang Chulan. But whatever you like, I'll accept it. It's just a pity that I won't have the chance to see you get married."

Just as the bone blade was about to fall, a clear, majestic voice, devoid of any earthly warmth, suddenly resounded throughout the entire battlefield: "The wondrous path of the Pure Source manifests its divine power."

The expected excruciating pain did not come.

Feng Zhenghao suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the Yaksha King had already been sent flying hundreds of meters away, crashing heavily onto a boulder.

His right hand was severed at the wrist, the cut as smooth as a mirror, and blackish-red demonic blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath his feet.

The wind suddenly turned its head.

Standing in front of him was Zhang Chulan.

The silver mask on his face had long since faded, replaced by a plain white Taoist robe made of qi, and a three-mountain flying phoenix crown on his head. The gilded vertical pupil between his brows was slowly turning, his gaze as cold as a star.

He held a three-pointed, double-edged sword made entirely of condensed Qi in his hand, the blade shimmering with a faint golden light. Standing there, he seemed completely different from the Zhang Chulan he had been before.

Zhang Chulan flicked his wrist, and the three-pointed double-edged sword twirled neatly in his hand, the blade whistling through the air with a clear, melodious hum.

He pointed the tip of his knife directly at the Yaksha King, who was a hundred meters away, and said in a calm but undeniably authoritative voice, "Sudhana, it's been a long time."