Chapter 15 After My World

After gaining the inheritance of Wang Yangming's philosophy of mind, An Qisheng's learning speed increased dramatically.

He fully developed his astonishing talent in the spiritual realm.

After entering the Jiu Fu Realm, whether it was Old Daoist Wang Quan's nameless Boy Art, or the later Dragon-Tiger Pure Yang Qi, Soul-Seizing Great Art, and Heavenly One Spirit-Seizing Scripture, he mastered them all with ease, almost without any hindrance.

The Heavenly Wheel Great Art was naturally no exception.

Moreover, because of his countless dream experiences, his cultivation of this Heavenly Wheel Great Art was much faster than other martial arts!

In just two months, he had already broken through the three realms of 'Seeing People,' 'Seeing Myself,' and 'Seeing Sentient Beings,' stepping into the fourth realm of the Heavenly Wheel Great Art, 'Seeing Heaven and Earth'!

Da~

An Qisheng tapped the table gently with his finger.

Substantial ripples splashed out where his fingertip met the tabletop, spreading out like concentric circles.

It was as if the space he occupied had turned into a water surface!

The ripples and sound waves echoed across this 'water surface' together.

"This is..."

The old monk's prayer beads paused slightly in his palm.

He only felt that the old Daoist's figure, just an arm's length away, suddenly rose and grew larger. No, the old Daoist hadn't changed, but he himself was shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller.

Was he being pulled into the mental world?

The old monk's face twitched, and he almost crushed the prayer beads made from high monks' sarira.

Alarmed, the old monk suddenly stood up, and the prayer beads in his palm suddenly burst into light.

Om~

It was like a small sun rising.

But even though the light shone brightly, and endless heat instantly penetrated all directions, the slowly rippling ripples continued to spread.

Even more violently as the light and heat exploded.

And the increasingly tall figure, an arm's length away from him, seemed to be in another spatial dimension, unaffected in the slightest.

"How is this possible!"

A look of shock appeared on the old monk's deeply wrinkled face.

The string of prayer beads in his palm was made from the sarira left behind by successive generations of eminent monks from the Zhuanlun Temple after their passing. It was the foundation for him to further glimpse the divine vein!

Similarly, it was also an important reliance for him to stimulate the spiritual world with his Qi Meridian Great Accomplishment body.

It could amplify his 'spirit' several times and had an extremely powerful effect of breaking all spiritual esoteric arts.

He had once used this treasure to receive a blow from the White Lotus Virgin, the leader of the White Lotus Demon Sect, 'Vacuum Hometown.'

But at this moment, it failed to break through the old Daoist's spiritual world?

Did this old Daoist really learn the Zhuanlun Art, and moreover, was he even more profound than himself?

How was this possible?

In the light of the burning flames, the old monk's shocked face was reflected.

"Don't even think about it!"

The surging emotions were instantly suppressed by him. The old monk sat down cross-legged with a flick of his sleeve, closed his eyes tightly, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in the soft golden light as he turned the prayer beads.

Having painstakingly cultivated the Zhuanlun Art for decades, he knew the dangers of mental duels even better.

If he was not careful, his spirit would shatter, and he would be reduced to ashes, unable to even enter the Buddha-land of his teacher, Zhuanlun King.

"Is focusing the mind useful?"

An Qisheng's eyes fell, overlooking the old monk on the ground, as small as an ant.

Pa~

He slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers gently.

Om~

The pure and vast mental power was like a huge wave suddenly rising on the vast river, instantly extinguishing the spiritual world constructed by the old monk, completely submerging him in it.

Since beginning to practice the Heavenly Wheel Great Art, he had been thinking about how to construct his own spiritual world.

In the past, the Great Demon Head constructed a sea of blood and hell. Anyone who was dragged into it would often be subjected to thousands of cruel human tortures, using the most cruel punishments to break the enemy's spirit.

In order to achieve the effect of completely ravaging the enemy's spirit and soul.

But for him, who had lived two lives and experienced two eras of information explosion, this was too childish.

What was the point of just that?

If he wanted to kill someone, his fists and palms were enough. Killing someone and destroying their body was enough, so why bother with this Zhuanlun Art?

Therefore, at the beginning of his cultivation, he had countless thoughts on how to maximize the effect of this Heavenly Wheel Great Art.

After months of thinking, he finally vaguely saw a prototype.

The arrival of this old monk was just right, just in time to experiment a little.

Whoosh~

As the rolling mental tide submerged everything, the old monk opened his 'eyes' in horror.

He was forcibly knocked out of his meditative state.

In the midst of the shock in his heart, he suddenly realized that he was standing on a square that was like white jade.

And in the infinite heights, two eyes like the sun and moon were flowing down:

"Welcome to...

My world!"

Boom!

Like the roar of heavenly music, the old monk only felt a violent tremor in his heart, dazed and not knowing where he was.

The next moment, his spirit had been completely submerged.

When he opened his eyes again.

What came into view was a dilapidated house with old walls, a mottled roof, and a rough, delighted face.

Who am I?

Where is this?

Who are they?

"This child is a bit ugly..."

"Newborn babies are all wrinkled like this."

"It'll be better when they grow up..."

Voices that he had never heard before, but naturally understood, rang in his ears.

He struggled to turn his neck to look. It was a woman leaning against the bed, with a tired and loving face.

"Da Lang is looking at me!"

The woman smiled weakly and looked at the man:

"Wu Lang, you haven't named the child yet."

"I don't know many words, how would I name him? When I save some money, I'll ask a scholar to name him."

The man hesitated for a moment and then said:

"For now, let's call him Da Lang, Wu Da Lang..."

'Wu Da Lang...'

His spirit felt a trace of drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.

........

It's not just pain that can break the spirit. There are many other ways.

In the depths of a hazy soul, beneath the water-like radiance of the Dao Yi Diagram.

An Qisheng slowly flipped through a white jade scroll in his hand. As his thoughts changed, the images within the scroll constantly shifted.

With his current spiritual realm, it was not enough to outline a perfect world.

In fact, even the former Great Demon Head was not able to outline a complete world.

The Great Demon Head also knew this, so he just outlined a sea of blood and hell, using torture to simply and crudely torment the enemy's mind and spirit.

If the enemy collapsed, he would take advantage of the opportunity to rewrite their soul and tamper with their memory.

And even if the enemy resisted, they would inevitably suffer irreparable damage.

Because mental confrontation is itself a loss of 'spirit.' After suffering a heavy blow, killing them would naturally be simple.

But precisely because it was too simple, encountering someone who truly didn't take pain to heart and had an extremely firm will, it was easy to suffer a great loss.

This was also the reason why he was killed by the Dragon Sparrow Saber Master.

With such a lesson from the past, An Qisheng had more considerations for his own spiritual world. He was currently unable to outline a complete spiritual world, nor did he want to outline a place of punishment with no potential like the Great Demon Head.

Then it was very simple, first outline a corner, seeing the big picture from the small, so that there could be a place to gradually improve.

"This old monk's mind is indeed firm, and his spirit is also rarely pure. At least he can last longer..."

An Qisheng examined the scroll.

With his current spirit, it was naturally simple to defeat the old monk in one go, but such a simple and crude method would be too wasteful for such a valuable test subject.

With the old monk's mental power, he could last for a very long time.

But An Qisheng was not in a hurry at all. Having lived two lives, the thing he lacked the least was a series of 'stories.'

But that was not urgent.

The mutual crushing and honing of spirits was itself of great benefit to his own spirit.

It was a pity that even if he didn't want to easily obliterate the old monk's spirit, even if he did nothing in his spiritual world, his spirit would still be worn away.

He had a physical body as a basis, and his essence and energy could be replenished.

The old monk, whose connection between his body and spirit had been severed by him, could only become weaker and weaker until he was completely obliterated.

Whoosh~

On the light-filled official road, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

Before the official road, it was empty. Where were the teahouse guests, horses, and goods?

There was only an old monk standing in the middle of the official road with his hands clasped together.

Everything was an illusion.

"Mental duels are much more dangerous than direct combat."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

He had discovered the old monk when he first appeared, and at that time, he was still a mile away, but now, he was only ten zhang away from him.

And the mental duel seemed slow, but in fact, it was only a few finger-snapping moments.

If he were to be affected by the spiritual wave in a frontal battle, a moment of distraction would be a line between life and death.

However, his 'spirit' was stronger than the old monk's, and he still had 30% of his strength left in the duel. Even if the old monk had not been enveloped by his spiritual world, he would not be able to hurt him.

But if he had encountered this old monk a few months ago, when his five internal organs and meridians had not yet been condensed, then it would have been really uncertain who would win.

The old monk stood on the official road with his hands clasped together. The breeze blew his monk's robe, swaying as if nothing was different.

But in his deep eye sockets, his eyes were a chaotic mess, having lost all color.

"You have the courage to flaunt it even though you've learned the Zhuanlun Art so poorly."

An Qisheng murmured to himself, and took the string of sarira prayer beads from his hand.

The monks of the Zhuanlun Temple were known for having nothing of value. This old monk was even more so. Apart from this string of prayer beads, only his kasaya was worth a bit of money.

"What a good prototype of a divine weapon, but it's not suitable for me."

An Qisheng put away the prayer beads, and walked past the old monk, heading into the distance against the breeze.

Whoosh~

Behind him, a wisp of fire flickered on the kasaya like a snake, and then devoured the entire old monk.

Beneath the flowing light and shadows, a blazing torch burned on the official road.

Until it was burned to ashes.