Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1267 - 45: Weakness and Compromise Cannot Bring Peace (2)
Not even brushing against the edge is allowed!
"So close yet worlds apart..."
The Azure Dragon, now transformed into a second sun, soared above the clouds, opening its massive maw aimed at the two Buddha phantoms below.
"Dragon’s Flash!"
The heavens and earth changed color.
Trying to dissuade her was impossible.
At the moment she launched her attack, both Heavenly Monarch Chen and Heavenly Monarch Zhou simultaneously withdrew, spreading all their power and divine skills over Xiangjiang Island.
A brilliantly dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, piercing straight through the Buddha phantoms, and a terrifying shockwave swept across the peninsula, uprooting countless trees in forests and toppling walls in the city.
A mushroom cloud slowly rose from the former site of Victoria Mansion.
The two Buddha phantoms crumbled under the beam, the remnants of the explosion turning all the vegetation within a hundred-meter radius to scorched earth.
The scene was deathly silent, with only the sound of howling wind.
The Azure Dragon, spiraling in the skies, slowly descended, as if exhausted, losing control over its body.
Suddenly, an eerie screech came from the side, and two sharp talons extended from the void, grabbing the hundred-meter-long giant dragon.
It was a similarly massive bird, its body consumed by raging flames.
Garuda!
The legendary Garuda that feeds on dragons!
Its sharp beak viciously stabbed the top of the Azure Dragon’s head, blinding one of the dragon’s eyes on the spot and penetrating into its skull.
The Azure Dragon had no power to resist.
She had already burned all her energy in that single strike.
"So this is all you have."
On the ground, a pitch-black python, a hundred yards long, stood upright with a tattered yellow robe, speaking in human words: "If your grandfather had personally made a move, I might have been cautious, but you... are still too inexperienced."
Though the two Buddha phantoms vanished without a trace in that strike, the two Demon Gods seated on the Lotus Platform were also released.
Granted you the Lotus Platform—
This Buddhist position was both a reward and a shackle. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
In Buddhism, there has been a tradition of subduing Demon Gods to serve as protectors.
Whether it’s the past legions of heavenly dragons or the monkey who wished to rival the heavens.
Sitting on the Lotus Platform, attaining fruition, you may enjoy Western bliss, but you also lose your past freedom.
This was also why the Joshua People sought to usurp the identity of Buddhism—the methods King Solomon used to control the seventy-two Demon Gods were remarkably similar to the Buddhist art of demon suppression.
Now that the Lotus Platform was shattered, both Garuda and Moluo were freed.
The situation on the scene suddenly reversed.
"Heh..."
Though captured by Garuda and severely injured, Xu Changge’s face showed a dismissive and disdainful smile.
"You think... this is still sixty years ago?"
Sixty years ago was a time point engraved in the minds of the countless citizens of the Ming Country.
But Jormangand wasn’t sensitive to this, momentarily unable to understand what she meant.
However, his attention quickly shifted from Xu Changge, looking towards the ground.
He suddenly realized he seemed to have forgotten something.
Three minutes...
Have three minutes already passed?
In the perception of high-dimensional beings like him, such a brief time was just a blink.
But three minutes was enough to accomplish many things.
The Netherworld Angel Anhelica only gave him three minutes, but in the face of Xu Changge’s suicidal attack, he completely forgot to count the time.
Saying "so this is all you have."
Yet only he knew the truth.
In fact, it hadn’t even been three minutes.
However, at the moment the Lotus Platform collapsed, Li Mumu also opened her eyes.
A crimson lotus took shape beneath her feet.
The Lotus Platform you refuse to sit on, I will sit on.
The people you refuse to save, I will save.
Upholding justice, guiding souls in the Netherworld, this is the Guiding Bodhisattva!
Putting on the monk’s robe and sitting on the Lotus Platform makes one a Buddha?
Laying down the butcher’s knife and repenting makes one a Buddha?
Buddha is not an omnipotent deity; Buddha is a thought, a concept.
Past generations plant the seed, future generations enjoy the shade.
Eighty centuries of continuous civilization have endured because the fire in people’s hearts has never been extinguished.
Xu Changge’s desperate gamble earned her these precious three minutes.
Li Mumu stood on the crimson Lotus Platform, forming the Mudra of Rebirth with her hands, her triple pupils shining in her eyes.
Past, present, future.
The Forgetful River Blood River Map and the Lotus Birth Map floated by her side like two sashes.
Yin and Yang, life and death, good and evil.
Karma!
The Octagonal Palace Lamp burst into brilliance, eradicating the eerie presence entangling Xiaodie in its light.
Utilizing the Divine Power of the Guiding Bodhisattva, with a single thought, she easily severed the karmic ties between Jormangand and Xiaodie.
Then came the counterattack!
"I see your little worlds like tiny drifting duckweed."
With a single word, the dominion Jormangand held over the world was abruptly severed.
What just happened?
Jormangand’s face changed dramatically, even when he endured Xu Changge’s full-force attack, he didn’t feel this terrifying threat.
Could it be that with just one sentence, his reliance on divine power was stripped away?
Does this make sense?
Is this scientific?
How did she manage this?
Even if the Netherworld Angel himself came, it probably wouldn’t have been possible...
Li Mumu smiled without speaking.
Ultimately, it all comes down to perception.
It’s like two children debating the sun. One says I believe in the Hero of Light, Ultraman’s divine might is unbeatable; the other says stop boasting, Ultraman is just an actor in a costume from a special effects show.
This is called debating the Dao with high emotional intelligence.
The battle among high-dimensional beings is a struggle of great principles.
Using superior understanding to attack the most vulnerable points of the opponent.
When humans came to understand the principles of combustion, the faith in the Fire God dwindled.
What are you, Jormangand, compared to all that?
The Nordic God System has long been out of belief; those myths and legends and characters have been drawn out countless times in films, turned male, female, or androgynous.
What nonsense about the World Serpent, just how big is your mythological world, anyway?
What are you posing as a Buddha Master for in front of me, do you even understand that Lotus Platform?
Such words from anyone else would be pointless to Jormangand.
But now Li Mumu, having gained the Divine Descent of the Guiding Bodhisattva, elevated herself to a level equal to his, and each word she spoke carried infinite power.
At her words, his defenses crumbled on the spot!
"Silence!"
The pitch-black python, clad in yellow robes, roared fiercely: "Return to Hell!"
He too tried to use power of the same tier, using sacred words to strike at Li Mumu.
But it was completely ineffective.
The composition of the girl before him was too complex; he couldn’t analyze it in time, or rather, he simply hadn’t considered her a comparable opponent.
"In that case, let everything be destroyed!"
The giant python stood upright, unleashing terrifying energy of death from its mouth.
After merely one exchange, he realized he couldn’t overpower the girl in front of him.
The opponent was no nameless figure; right from the start she fully adapted to the fighting style of high-dimensional beings, while he was in the visiting camp, just an incarnation descended here, unable to exert full power.
Seeing that he couldn’t seize annihilation...
It was time to retreat.
Staying any longer might spell trouble.
Embarrassment is one thing; the worry is about losing something else along with it.
Although he was already contemplating how to escape, the more critical the moment, the more he had to bluff.
Bang——!
Bang bang——!
Yet just as he was about to pull out his secret trump card and release a big move to cover his retreat, countless shells rained down from afar.
These were naval guns from warships stationed on the distant sea!
Simple shells...
No, wait!
Originally dismissing such gunpowder weapons, Jormangand only realized something was wrong when the shells actually hit him.
Why can they penetrate my defenses?
Aren’t I a high-dimensional being! Different from you puny mortals...
Feeling a nameless threat looming over his heart, he instinctively turned to look, and at that instant, his heart almost stopped.
At an unknown time, a massive steel fleet quietly gathered in the serpentine path he left behind.
That was a transmission channel for his power projecting from a future timeline, now blocked tight with no way out.
