feeling came on too quickly, too intensely, overwhelming me completely and leaving me unable to escape its grasp.Qin Sang steadied his mind and immediately looked inward. To his surprise, after the S...Kenshin Island

Sword energy surged wildly.

Qin Sang and the Swordmaster sat in the courtyard, holding cups, gazing up at two orchid leaves swaying back and forth.

Sword Qi emanates from the orchid leaf.

The two sparred, using orchid leaves as swords.

After an incense stick's time, the two Orchid Leaf Swords clashed. The ringing sound of their blades echoed across Swordheart Island.

"Huh"

Just as Zhijian, the Swordmaster, was about to take a sip from his cup, he paused slightly, his gaze shifting to Qin Sang. "Long time no see, younger brother," he said. "Your swordsmanship has become even more refined over the years, bordering on metamorphosis."

Qin Sang took a sip of wine, smiling and nodding.

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However, Qin Sang did not have an elated feeling of victory. He clearly felt that in their just-past sparring session, the Swordmaster had been effortless and relaxed.

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“When my cultivation level and swordsmanship reach the same level as the Sword Saint, perhaps I can force him to use eighty percent of his power…”

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Qin Sang considered himself to have the , his cultivation speed was rare, catching up to the Sword-Wielding True Person shouldn't be difficult, but he wasn't confident in swordsmanship.

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This sparring session was actually a form of guidance.

The more Qin Sang witnessed the prowess of the sword-wielding master, the deeper he understood the profound skill in kendo. He marveled at it inwardly.

"I am increasingly looking forward to the day when my younger brother's swordsmanship reaches its peak, and we can have a hearty battle!" Master Zhijian laughed heartily, finished his drink, and pointed with his finger towards his Lan Ye Sword.

Suddenly, the night sky rustled.

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The sword light was like electricity, the sword's momentum suddenly changed, like a sudden storm, making people watching feel breathless.

Soon, Qin Sang's sword was broken into seven or eight pieces.

Qin Sang smiled wryly and bowed to apologize.

The sword light suddenly retracted.

A single orchid leaf drooped softly to the ground. It was hard to imagine that such fierce swordplay had just been performed with this fragile leaf.

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Zhidjian Zhenren rose to his feet and gazed up at the heavens.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, its light as gentle as water.

He seemed to be admiring the moon, or perhaps gazing into the depths of the night sky, murmuring softly, "Swordsmanship, above all, relies on the heart of the sword. Brother, do you possess a sword heart"

Qin Sang was stunned, closed her eyes, and fell into deep thought.

According to Qin Sang's view, a true sword wielder's heart lies within the sword itself, seeking nothing external.

But he was the opposite. His studies were incredibly diverse, rarely seen in the world. Anything that could help him improve and bring him closer to immortality, regardless of whether it was righteous or demonic, he would learn and use it equally.

Even a chaotic path can be beneficial.

Qin Sang's ability to reach this point is due to his reliance on the Jade Buddha, circumventing the shortcomings of various methods and not adhering to any single one.

When all things harmonize, there can sometimes be unpredictable and marvelous changes.

When facing an opponent, Qin Sang takes full advantage, restraining them to varying degrees. No matter what kind of danger arises, he always finds a way to counter it.

However, with his current strength, facing the Swordmaster, he didn't feel confident of winning!

To achieve the sword heart realm spoken of by Master Zhishjian, must one focus on the sword just as their opponent does

“Sword cultivation, inheriting the shadow and passing on the sword, it seems that the way of the sword is the best choice for oneself. But can one truly abandon the path outside”

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Qin Sang frowned, "Is Master Zhijian's words meant to advise me to return to the right path, or to warn me not to be lost in the sword way"

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The moon casts its shadows westward.

By the time Qin Sang came to his senses, Master Zhi Jian was gone. All that remained were cold leftovers and a cool night breeze.

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And, orchid leaves in front of the court.

As Qin Sang left Jianxin Island, he was still deep in thought.

Leaving the Xianhu temple of Xingdao, we head southeast towards Jingtai Temple. The day of our appointment has finally arrived, and it's time to climb the Buddha tower once more!

On the peak of a dangerous mountain, Qin Sang stood on top, overlooking the official road winding below.

As night fell, the official road was still bustling with people. Some even lit torches to prepare for their journey in the darkness.

Most people walk eastward, few go the opposite way.

Here, we are not far from Jingtai Temple, right on the border between the human forces of Gijin and the Yokai Kingdom.

These mortals actually took the initiative to relocate to the demon country.

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In the past, mortals in the Demon Country could only serve as livestock for demons, being food for demon beasts and slaughtered at will. They suffered immensely, countless mortals desperately fled and sought refuge in their own clan sects.

But now the situation is reversed.

Qin Sang didn't detect any demonic cultivator auras nearby, and there was no one on the official road driving them away. These mortals were actually proactively surrendering to the demon kingdom.

Qin Sang paused for a moment, changed direction, and followed the flow of people into the demon country. After investigating, he secretly agreed that it was indeed as such.

The demon clan greatly prospered in the way of demon gods.

The most important thing for a demon god is to gather followers. The more followers, the better, ensuring that incense offerings never cease and abandoning their previous ways of harming mortals.

Rumors of all kinds have infiltrated the human realm.

In the human world, mortals may not face threats to their lives, but life is full of hardships and it is difficult to achieve wealth and honor.

It is said that the demon god not only protects his followers, but also fulfills their wishes at intervals and performs miracles. As long as mortals are devout and respectful, they dare to cross borders to investigate. The truth is undeniable, so they call their friends and now it has become a trend.

Within the demon country, a flourishing scene.

Qin Sang quietly withdrew from the demon kingdom, stopping nowhere along the way and returning to Jingtai Temple.

As the venerable master had instructed beforehand, upon reaching the temple gate, Qin Sang hadn't even uttered his Dharma name when the monk on duty showed surprise and immediately flung open the gate, welcoming Qin Sang into the temple with reverence.

When the Venerable was in retreat, he received word and immediately came out to greet him.

Having entered the quiet chamber and dismissed those around, the venerable one sighed deeply. "Master Daoist," he said, "you have made this poor monk wait for a long time. I wonder if you have reached a decision"

“My arrival is as promised,” Qin Sang said calmly, “this time climbing the Buddha Tower again, there’s over a 70% chance I can break open the last seal!”

He spoke with confidence.

When the Venerable heard this, he was overjoyed. However, instead of going straight to the Buddha's pagoda, he first took out a few treasures.

These are all carefully collected by the eminent monks of Jingtai Temple, which help to resist the threats within the Buddhist pagoda.

Qin Sang readily accepted the advice and chose a few items to refine under the guidance of Venerable Zhenru.

After making ample preparations, the two entered the mountain stream and arrived at the gate of the Buddha tower.

Decades ago, Qin Sang had been here many times. He was very familiar with the pagoda and didn't need to waste words explaining it.

The two worked in perfect harmony, steadily climbing to the fifth floor with a single burst of energy. They arrived before the seal on the sixth floor.

With those treasures' help, their condition remained good.

As the Venerable raised his hand to press against the seal, he glanced at Qin Sang and with a mighty strike, shattered it.

At the moment the seal shattered, Qin Sang rushed into the sixth floor like a whirlwind, seeing a familiar scene.

As the eighteen bronze monks faced the entrance and were bowing, Qin Sang didn't hesitate. He rushed to the front of the bronze monks and punched!

"Boom!"

The fist wind is like thunder.

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The eighteen bronze monks remained expressionless, forming a defensive formation as their eighteen bronze staffs swung simultaneously towards Qin Sang.

Whizz whizz whizz...

Strong winds converged into a single gust.

According to Qin Sang's understanding of the Eighteen Copper Monks, this strike should be one of the strongest variations of their array.

Logically, they should guide the eighteen bronze monks to reveal weaknesses and defeat them piecemeal, instead of engaging in such a direct confrontation.

However, this is precisely the most effortless method of breaking the formation that Qin Sang and Master Zhenru realized after their analysis.

With a deafening *boom*, the fist and staff clashed, sending shockwaves through Qin Sang's body.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Qin Sang's fist pressed against the eighteen bronze rods, then let out a muffled grunt as his energy surged wildly. A faint golden light flowed throughout his body, not the glazed treasure light.

At this moment, his right fist seemed to swell, with the momentum of shattering all obstacles.

The eighteen bronze monks were not to be outdone either. Golden Buddhist light connected them, and they roared in unison, their bronze staffs crashing down with force.

'Boom!'

The momentum exploded.

Qin Sang retracted his fist and retreated step by step.

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The eighteen copper monks' copper staffs were bounced back, and two of the copper monks even shook their bodies, causing a barely perceptible lag in their battle formation.

It was this delay that gave the opponent a chance.

A jade-white giant palm suddenly appeared above one of the bronze monk's heads, and without a word, it struck down.

The Venerable had been waiting for this opportunity all along, and his strike was incredibly cunning. The other Copper Monks were unable to come to his aid in time.

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With just a 'pop' sound, the bronze monk's head burst open, gold powder scattering everywhere, and his body slumped to the ground.

When a monk dies, the breach in the battle lines widens even further.

Qin Sang's retreating momentum came to an abrupt halt. He turned around and charged into the fray, like a ferocious tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep, his figure flitting like a ghost.

The Copper Monk hurriedly organized a counterattack, but unfortunately, under the concerted efforts of Qin Sang and Master Zhenru, the chaos became even more apparent.

The Great Golden Wheel Seal, which includes the Lotus Seal, is already a powerful fighting technique. Coupled with his Heavenly Eye divine ability, Qin Sang's eyes could see through all formations and changes in battle.

Qin Sang entered a realm of solitude, striking three punches in rapid succession.

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

Three monks exploded.

Truly, the Venerable looked upon Qin Sang displaying his divine might. His eyes gleamed with a strange light as he recognized Qin Sang's execution of the . His bearing and aura were different from decades ago.

However, because Qin Sang deliberately disguised himself, ordinary people couldn't guess that he obtained the complete Vajra Wheel Mark. They would only think that he was inspired by the portrait and made progress in his cultivation.

Qin Sang and Master Zhenru joined forces, quickly reducing the eighteen bronze monks to just six.

Then, the scene where they were once driven back reappeared.

Copper rods clashed in the air, golden light transformed and surged forth. As each copper monk merged, the golden glow became even more intense.

A terrifying heat enveloped the two of them.

Both of them felt their mouths and throats were parched, as if they had been melted by the scorching sun.

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Just as the venerable one did not hesitate, he crossed his legs and sat down on the ground, raising a veil of silk.

The canopy above transformed into an umbrella shape, shielding from the intense sun.

At the same time, just as the venerable one's body shone with various colors of radiance.

Even with all sorts of treasures protecting him, the Venerable could only barely defend himself, unable to spare any attention. He poured all his energy into his protective arts, pinning all his hopes on Qin Sang.

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Qin Sang glanced at Zhen Ru, gazed at the golden sun, and suddenly leaped into the air, flying towards it proactively.

Golden light shines brightly.

For a moment, Qin Sang was like a person made of gold.

His back was firm, facing the golden light and walking forward. He disappeared into the dazzling golden light, his body seeming to melt away in the intense heat of the sun.

His eyes half-closed, feeling the pain, and a terrifying power erupting from Jin Yang.

Here, there is no need to hide anymore.

Qin Sang exerted all his strength, unleashing the Great Vajra Wheel Seal. His body shone like pure crystal glass, but the crystalline radiance was completely overwhelmed by the golden light.

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As Qin Sang was about to unleash his Buddha's Palm, a sudden feeling struck him.

The moment he cast the Great Golden Wheel Seal, the scorching heat of the sun seemed to lessen.

"This is..."

Qin Sang suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils golden, as if he could see through the sunlight, faintly guessing something.

The next moment, his speed increased instead of decreasing, driving the Golden Giant Wheel to its peak. The power of the Buddha's seal converged into his right fist, aimed at the center of King Sun's body, and he unleashed a powerful punch!

‘Boom boom boom!’

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The Vajracchedika Stupa trembled violently.

Where Qin Sang landed his punch, a black spot appeared in the center of the golden light. As the black spot grew, the golden light shattered, and streaks of golden light scattered everywhere, sweeping across the entire sixth floor.

This punch seemed to open some kind of barrier, and a force of suction erupted from the black spot.

Qin Sang's body stiffened, he didn't struggle, and let the suction pull him into the black dot.

Even True-Suchness Venerable, who had been struggling to support himself, was enveloped by the suction force, as if a great weight had been lifted from him.

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After the two left, the sixth floor quickly returned to normal. Golden light once again condensed eighteen bronze monks, who stood silently in place, waiting for the next person to ascend the tower.

'Splash, splash...'

The sound of flowing water enters the ear.

Qin Sang and Zhen Ru entered a strange space one after the other.

According to their deductions, this should be the seventh level of the Diamond Sutra Pagoda.

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The sight of the seventh layer was completely different from what I had imagined. There was a great river here, its waters vast and surging.

The sky is clear and the clouds are light, the river rushes along, like a real world.

On the flowing river, stood a monk. He was young and handsome, dressed in coarse robes and straw sandals, carrying nothing with him.

The monk stood with his hands by his side, gazing at the flowing river, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

The moment Qin Sang and True Venerable Zhenru entered, the monk turned his head slightly and looked over.

The moment their eyes met, both were struck dumb with awe.

It's impossible to describe the feeling of that one glance. They felt as if they weren't looking at a person, but a mountain range, an ocean, even the heavens and earth themselves. In comparison, they felt incredibly small.

Qin Sang quickly recovered from his shock.

This is an illusion. The monk's gaze does not fall upon them, his profound eyes seem to pierce through the emptiness behind them.

Then, the monk raised his right hand and formed a hand seal.

His movements seemed slow yet swift, but each one was branded upon their hearts like an indelible mark.

The two were greatly shaken, entering a strange state from which they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

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That imprint was etched in their hearts, the monk's actions endlessly replaying in their minds.

Next, they were awakened by a dazzling golden light. They saw a golden sun rising from the top of the monk's head, hanging high in the sky.

The golden sun shines brilliantly, vast and boundless.

This golden light, capable of burning everything to ashes!

They were terrified, almost believing they would perish there, then realized it was an illusion, the monk merely a figment of their imagination.

"This seal... the ninth Great Shining Seal, the Sun Wheel Seal!"

A faint, ethereal voice drifted into their ears, and then the monk and Jinyang both gradually faded away.

Finally, both the monk and this great river were reduced to fragments.

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The illusion dissipated, and the two appeared in a spacious room. This was the true seventh floor of the Buddhist pagoda.

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The two gradually regained their composure, meeting each other's gaze with a mixture of self-deprecating amusement and surprise.

As expected, this King Kong Pagoda is indeed a tower for transmitting the Dharma!

The six layers below are all tests before the transmission of the Dharma.

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They were making fun of themselves.

Upon seeing the monk demonstrate this seal, they understood. The eighteen copper monks transforming into golden sunlight was precisely the Sun Wheel Seal.

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If one has sufficient wisdom, they need not forcefully enter the seventh layer. They can gain enlightenment from the bronze monks and gradually comprehend the Sun Wheel Seal, thus earning the qualification to enter the seventh layer.

It is obvious that none of them have achieved this, and neither have the eminent monks of Jingtai Temple throughout history.

The natural surprise is this harvest.

Qin Sang knew the power of the Nine Great Luminous Seals. He didn't expect to encounter another one in this world. Since the two seals originated from the same source, the pressure he received at the last moment weakened.

The two of them sat down cross-legged in silence, eager to contemplate.

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