The four hundred eighty temples of the Southern Dynasty, how many pavilions stand amidst mist and rain.
Through successive dynasties, the Shaolin Temple has been an unavoidable landmark in the martial arts world, and even in secular dynasties.
How many emperors have risen and fallen, yet the Shaolin Temple's legacy remains incredibly stable, passed down for countless years.
Chen Jiuyang unleashed a punch, his aura overbearing, thunderous roars echoing, stirring up violent heatwaves.
Zhao Libai and Wei Chenggong were both crippled by his single punch.
However, a Buddhist phantom appeared on Monk Pushi. He chanted Amitabha, and a pure white, faintly golden palm slowly extended, catching Chen Jiuyang's domineering punch.
"Boom!"
The heatwave exploded in the air, causing Chen Jiuyang and Monk Pushi's robes to rustle. The damp soil under their feet instantly dried, and dust was kicked up by the tremors.
"Good!"
Monk Pushi catching Chen Jiuyang's punch not only failed to diminish Chen Jiuyang's fighting spirit but instead made his eyes burn with even greater resolve.
Since comprehending the Yuan Dao, no opponent had been able to withstand a single move from Chen Jiuyang unscathed.
This Monk Pushi, as the transmission master of the Dragon Subduing Courtyard of Shaolin Temple, indeed possessed formidable strength. He seemed to focus on external training, supplemented by scripture cultivation of the soul.
His physique was extremely robust, somewhat resembling the "Invincible Divine Path"?
He wasn't sure, but it certainly wasn't the "Divine Might Like a Prison" path.
Perhaps Shaolin Temple had its own unique method among the five Tongtian arts?
Monk Pushi chanted Amitabha and said, "Sectarian Chen is indeed extraordinary. This punch already possesses a trace of your own path. If so, this humble monk will also unleash a move and see how Sectarian Chen responds."
"Why so much nonsense? Just let me witness the Shaolin Temple's profound techniques," Chen Jiuyang said loudly.
"Good." Monk Pushi nodded slowly, the faint golden light on his body intensifying, and the Buddhist phantom behind him shining brighter, appearing sacred. "The chirping of insects lasts but a season; my Buddha is merciful—Arhat Palm!"
"Boom!"
The Buddhist phantom behind Monk Pushi moved slowly. No longer clasping his hands, a golden phantom hand swept down horizontally towards Chen Jiuyang.
"Peak Divine Intent? No! This is another path, Divine Intent Manifested and Solidified?"
"Excellent!"
Chen Jiuyang shouted loudly, his blood and qi surging. He threw another punch, a fiery red, brilliant fist shadow appearing, meeting the phantom palm of the Buddha.
"Boom!"
"Bang bang bang!"
The phantoms collided, neither dissipating. Terrifying waves of energy swept westward.
"Divine Intent Manifested and Solidified, it seems to be another path. I don't know about the Celestial Realm, but once the physical body's blood and qi are sufficiently honed, one can contend with Celestial Realm kings!" Chen Jiuyang's eyes lit up, but he immediately showed disdain, deeming this path to have limited prospects.
"Divine soul and blood qi condensed without dispersing. Amitabha, I never expected Sectarian Chen to tread the path of Invincible Divine Power. No wonder my junior brother dared to seek Sectarian Chen's protection; it is truly rare in this era!" Monk Pushi's eyes flashed with surprise before settling back into calmness.
"Exhilarating!" Chen Jiuyang roared with laughter, his aura climbing steadily. Faint golden blood qi surged, and the phantom of his fist suddenly became—stronger!
"Boom—"
A fierce sound of impact erupted. The Buddhist phantom behind Monk Pushi immediately became somewhat disordered.
"Pfft—"
Monk Pushi's face paled slightly, and he let out a muffled groan. His figure was forced back two steps. A look of shock flashed in his eyes; Chen Jiuyang's punch had a subsequent surge of power, truly exceeding his expectations.
Monk Pushi clasped his hands together, stabilizing the Buddhist phantom, and slowly withdrew the phantom's fist. He saw that cracks had appeared on the phantom's hand.
Chen Jiuyang's punch was delivered with unbridled joy, and excitement flooded his expression. He looked at Monk Pushi, "Pushi, your punch was truly excellent!"
"Amitabha, Sectarian Chen is indeed astonishingly talented. You have practiced martial arts for less than a year, are twenty-three years old, and have created your own martial path in less than a month, yet your strength is already this formidable. If I hadn't brought others from the Dragon Subduing Courtyard, I might not have been able to subdue you today," Monk Pushi's expression lost its usual composure, replaced by solemnity.
This statement clearly indicated that his own strength was inferior to Chen Jiuyang's.
Immediately, Monk Pushi shouted in a deep voice, "Form the array—Eighteen Arhats Dragon Subduing Array!"
"Hah!"
Seventeen monks with faintly golden bodies behind Monk Pushi stepped forward, arranging themselves in the sixteen positions around Chen Jiuyang according to the Bagua. Monk Pushi and another monk stood in the center of the array, one in front and one behind, with Chen Jiuyang positioned between them, completely locking him in.
"Amitabha!" Monk Puhui chanted, his expression also moved. He watched to see how Chen Jiuyang would deal with the Eighteen Arhats Dragon Subduing Array.
The eighteen monks formed the array, their faintly golden blood and qi burning, causing Chen Jiuyang's brow to sting slightly. His shoulders felt as if they were bearing a mountain. The moment the array was formed, his legs sank two to three centimeters into the mud.
Chen Jiuyang felt the pressure, but his expression remained excited, "A fine Eighteen Arhats Dragon Subduing Array."
"You, come at me."
The more I fight, the braver I become, letting the world know my uniqueness!
The more turbulent it gets, the bolder I am, my heart is clear and unburdened, so what is there to fear!
Chen Jiuyang's aura surged higher and higher, having unleashed his full power. Heatwaves rolled, drying the damp soil on the ground. His clothes and hair moved without wind, rustling loudly.
"Amitabha!" Monk Pushi's eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted, "Sectarian Chen, please receive this move—Suppress!"
"Suppress!"
All eighteen monks shouted in unison. Their immense, faintly golden blood and qi burned, their souls connected, condensing into a golden alms bowl phantom that hung above Chen Jiuyang's head.
"Bang—"
Chen Jiuyang's body immediately felt as if it were carrying a great mountain, his limbs and bones feeling as if they were filled with lead, unable to move.
"This array is formidable; even Celestial Realm experts would likely be suppressed within it!"
"No wonder Shaolin Temple has endured for thousands of years and its legacy has never declined."
"My Invincible Divine Power path must be different from others; I must witness all kinds of impossibilities in the world, encountering all sorts of strange phenomena."
"My first move in the Yuan Dao should be—Break!"
The greater the pressure, the calmer Chen Jiuyang became. Facing immense pressure, he unexpectedly had an epiphany and conceived a move for his own path.
How to break?
The fastest technique breaks all under heaven. With sufficient personal strength, one can break through all conspiracies.
Only by breaking through all obstacles before him can the path be carved, allowing oneself to go further!
His thoughts cleared.
"Move for me!"
Chen Jiuyang roared, veins bulging on his forehead. His body, suppressed by the array and unable to move, surprisingly began to stir slowly. One hand was gradually reaching for the Yan Sheng Saber at his waist.
"This Marquis Xuanyang!" Monk Pushi felt a surge of ominous premonition and quickly shouted, "Suppress!"
"Suppress!"
More than a dozen monks shouted in unison. The golden alms bowl suspended above Chen Jiuyang moved slowly, about to descend and press down on Chen Jiuyang's body.
"Too late!"
As the Yan Sheng Saber was drawn, a calm voice sounded:
"Yuan Dao—Instant Light!"
The next moment, cold light flashed, and a chilling saber aura appeared.