Chapter 583
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Chapter 583: His Game Against God
Feeling the oppressive force emanating from Zuo Qing, a look of surprise appeared in Guan Zai and Lu Wei’s eyes.
At this moment, Zuo Qing’s realm was at the peak of the “Klein” level, and he even showed signs of stepping into the human ceiling realm. They never expected that this unassuming young man, who had always followed Ye Fan, was actually a candidate for the ceiling.
Guan Zai was somewhat surprised, but that was all.
The gap between “Klein” and the human ceiling was still too vast. Although Zuo Qing was only half a step away, that half step was enough for him to be defeated without a doubt.
“You can’t win against me,” Guan Zai shook his head. “I don’t want to fight you; I just want to find Ye Fan and confront him directly.”
“You can’t go over,” Zuo Qing said firmly.
“Why?” Guan Zai asked, somewhat angrily.
Zuo Qing turned his head to look at the tightly closed Buddhist hall within the temple and slowly spoke:
“Because he is exchanging lives for your brother!”
…
Inside the Buddhist hall.
Ye Fan, bathed in golden flames, had burning eyes. Even though there were no visible wounds on his body, his soul was being consumed at an astonishing speed.
Fatigue appeared in his gaze as he slowly crouched down, sitting cross-legged before the black coffin, his eyelids drooping.
He raised his palm, holding a few fragments of Buddhist beads, and pressed his hands together, sitting upright in the fire.
The golden flames grew stronger, and in the firelight, Ye Fan’s clothes were almost completely burned away. The flames began to lick at his body, like a ravenous beast craving flesh and blood. With each flicker of the flames, large patches of skin were scorched to charcoal, falling away piece by piece.
This fire was burning his clothes, his body, and his soul.
This was the price of changing fate.
Even with his body charred, there was no sign of pain on Ye Fan’s face. As the blackened flesh fell away, it revealed another layer of bronze-colored skin, emanating a faint golden glow.
That was the Buddha body Ye Fan cultivated.
The black ashes from his burning hair and clothes danced in the empty Buddhist hall. The Buddha body Ye Fan sat with his hands pressed together before the coffin, his lips gently parted, and a soft Buddhist chant resonated throughout the temple:
“With my body as the guide, with my life as the guide, with my soul as the guide;
Wielding the sword to shape the body, merging heart and soul, embracing the great path, defying fate to change destiny!”
As his voice fell, a tidal wave of Buddhist light surged from within him, enveloping the black coffin before him. The 【Dragon Elephant Sword】 was swallowed by the Buddhist light, and the shattered fragments of the Buddhist beads on the ground flew up, swirling around the sword.
Ding——!!
The 【Dragon Elephant Sword】 trembled, and a crisp dragon’s roar echoed.
Some sword techniques emerged from the void, drawn by the fragments of the Buddhist beads, gradually weaving a phantom figure beside the sword…
Transforming the path was due to the inability of the human flesh to bear the power of the laws, leading to self-collapse. To guide Zhou Ping’s soul and change his fate, it was necessary to first reshape a body capable of bearing the great path.
And Ye Fan had been waiting for this day for a long time.
His gaze sharpened as several black boxes, neatly arranged in the corners of the hall, suddenly exploded. Countless materials and forbidden object fragments were swept into the surging Buddhist light, flying to the sword and merging into the phantom figure.
To bear the laws, the best vessel was naturally the laws themselves. Using the 【Dragon Elephant Sword】 as the core, he drew upon the sword laws left by Zhou Ping to reshape a sword body for him.
And a perfect body could not be achieved solely with the sword, so Ye Fan had also prepared a large number of materials capable of bearing the laws as support, creating the best container for his consciousness and soul.
As these materials were filled in, the phantom body became increasingly solid, gradually evolving into Zhou Ping’s original appearance. This was because the sword laws were originally left by Zhou Ping, containing basic information about his appearance, allowing it to automatically regenerate into his original likeness.
He kept his eyes tightly closed, lying quietly in the Buddhist light, looking no different from before.
This body was a fusion of science and mystery, a crystallization of human wisdom!
Once this body was completed, the heroic spirit Huo Qubing, who stood aside, suddenly moved.
He raised the broken spear in his hand and slammed it heavily onto the ground of the Buddhist hall. In the next moment, a vast amount of yellow and black qi surged from the ground, flooding into the newly formed body like seawater!
The national fortune was poured in!
The other heroic spirits turned their heads in surprise, seeing the determination in Huo Qubing’s eyes, and immediately understood his intention. Each raised their divine weapons and struck the ground!
The mighty and rolling national fortune surged from the ground like seawater, engulfing the body. It was continuously washed in the tide of national fortune, and its surface began to emit a dark golden glow.
The tide of national fortune washed over this body for a full three minutes before slowly receding, and the golden light flowed over the surface of the body, resembling a piece of mysterious gold from the heavenly realm, extremely profound.
The reshaping of the body was now complete.
The Buddha body Ye Fan, sitting in the firelight, felt his consciousness gradually dissipating. His soul was nearly completely drained, teetering on the edge of collapse.
But he still bit down hard on his tongue, forcing himself to gather his spirit and merge the last few fragments of Buddhist beads into his palm!
“Return, soul!” he shouted loudly.
The body had been reshaped, and all that remained was to exchange the remaining quarter of Zhou Ping’s soul from the laws of the world.
The Buddhist light around him erupted, enveloping the entire peak of Jiuhua Mountain, and the fragments of the 【Fate Changing Pearl】 trembled violently!
In a daze, he saw a figure in a black robe with a sword on his back slowly walking out from the Buddhist light.
That was Zhou Ping’s soul.
Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on his lips.
He succeeded.
Zhou Ping’s soul had indeed not completely vanished.
As he watched the figure approach, Ye Fan, who had burned the last trace of his soul, slowly closed his eyes in this sea of Buddhist light.
At the moment his soul disappeared along with the 【Fate Changing Pearl】, the pair of eyes that were about to close were tinged with a breath of fate…
In that instant, he saw in the future, dazzling stars rising from the earth, shining with their own light. Those were the new stars about to rise in the Great Xia, the future of this nation.
Those were all the “seeds” he had sown.
The smile on his lips grew wider.
“From now on, the Great Xia will be worry-free… this round, I, Ye Fan, have won.”
He murmured, closing his eyes.
He stopped breathing.
The flames gradually faded, and the flying black ashes fell like snow. The golden Buddha body resembled a true Buddha statue, hands pressed together, sitting in the center of the hall.
Before him was a black coffin, and in front of it was a door of the Buddhist hall facing the world.
He faced the vast world outside the door, smiling, like the midday sun spilling through the cracks of the door, warm and bright.
…
The fifth commander-in-chief of the Night Watchmen, Ye Fan,
At the peak of Jiuhua Mountain,
Smiling, he sat in meditation.
