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Even a drop in the ocean of depleted divine consciousness in the Supreme Realm, from the perspective of the 21st level of the dimension, could fill the sea.
General Knowledge of the Alaya-nature Ocean
Wang Qing once killed a demonic monk to obtain this technique, which allowed him to sever the innate double pupils, destroy the Wuwang Dao Body, and roam freely throughout the heavens.
All phenomena are without self, all actions are impermanent, neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, free from all characteristics, eternally tranquil and infinitely free.
The waves carry the karma of life and death, while the wisdom of Prajna is used for its wondrous and miraculous functions.
He concealed his aura, and his divine sense instantly enveloped the entire torture chamber club, isolating it from the outside world and creating a world of its own.
This world has been taken into Wang Qing's possession, and nothing can hide from him now.
Unexpectedly, they also discovered a large fish.
Most of the people in the arena were small fry at the Qi Refining Realm, with only a handful at the Foundation Establishment Realm, half of whom were members of the Spider Gang.
but----
They actually discovered a person in the late stage of Core Formation. Not only in the 21st floor of the cabin, but even in the old cultivation world, he was a powerful figure.
Those at a low level of cultivation could not perceive this terrifying and boundless divine sense, but Lu Tiansheng had already noticed some clues and felt himself being locked onto by the divine sense, so he immediately countered.
When the mental technique of "Observing the Subtle and Illuminating the Heavens" is activated, the spirit is focused on the eyes and the mind penetrates the void, leaving no trace of other thoughts and obscuring all phenomena of heaven and earth, which are all contained within the consciousness.
Tracing the source of that hidden divine consciousness back to the source of the killing.
They are not even in the same dimension.
Wang Qing's depleted sea of consciousness could only reveal a tiny fraction of the "General Knowledge of the Ocean of Alaya-nature," but that was more than enough.
The chanting of Brahma, like a crushing abyss, devours souls; a single thought can create countless calamities, and a single thought can annihilate a thousand souls; wherever it shines, all things bow down.
Lu Tiansheng was bleeding from all seven orifices, his face contorted with madness. The two were locked in a battle of wits in the void, and he was still struggling to hold on.
For powerful figures in the cultivation world.
Fairy.
It is an ultimate concept, a supreme realm, the end of the Great Dao.
However, in other discussion contexts, the Foundation Establishment Realm is already considered an indescribable realm of immortals who can ride cranes and fly into the sky.
In the Foundation Establishment Realm, one opens up a Dao Platform and integrates supernatural powers.
The Dao platform shattered at the Core Formation stage, and the Dao was used to create a pill. The Dao pill contained profound magical power and a powerful spiritual consciousness, indicating that he had entered the realm of Earth Immortal.
Of course, he is qualified to go head-to-head with Wang Qing.
Hmm—he's a tough nut to crack.
Wang Qing only thought about it for a moment. Under normal circumstances, Wang Qing would not have done this at all, but there was a scapegoat on the scene.
The divine sense detected that Lu Yunzhao was also present, and things started to get interesting.
The other person is sitting right next to Lu Yunzhao. Could it be that you are the mastermind behind the Spider Gang? It is very possible that your death here would be a disaster for Cangyan Power, but a great blessing for Mercury Group, which you are about to take control of. You would also be able to take over Kabukicho without inheriting the old system, using Xiong Zhigang's name.
With such a big incident, Kabukicho will definitely have to close for a while, but Wang Qing is not a short-sighted person and is determined to dominate the world.
It is entirely beneficial and without any harm, requiring only a little effort.
The sea of consciousness is a prison, the fire of karma is clothing. One moment of stillness, one moment of extinction; one moment of illumination, one moment of punishment.
Anger and delusion serve as the catalyst, burning away worldly dust. Wisdom serves as the blade, severing all Bodhi.
Lu Tiansheng's face was contorted as the boundless killing intent that surged back into his mind caused delusions to arise in an instant. His sea of consciousness collapsed, his eyes burst and bled, and his soul was destroyed. He lay completely paralyzed and stiff, leaving only a corpse whose cultivation had not yet dissipated.
Wang Qing desperately wanted to move this person away and sell him to Xiao Su, but he couldn't. None of the dead people present could be moved; he needed to sever his connection to the matter. Having this Core Formation realm corpse here could also mislead the Demonic Path Investigation Bureau, thus doing Fu Jun's organization a small favor.
As for Fu Jun—
His condition is beyond saving, and this is all I can do to help him. No one here is a match for him.
All the VIP boxes seemed to be occupied by juniors brought by the Core Formation Realm cultivator. Apart from casually crushing Lu Yunzhao, Wang Qing did not carry out any further killings. The rest could be kept to mislead the investigation bureau.
I should leave too, and quickly depart from the scene, taking advantage of the rapid spread of information in this makeshift hospital in an information-driven society.
The counter-terrorism forces should arrive at the scene soon.
All your plans and considerations are no match for a single misfortune.
No need to do it yourself.
Xue Hua was now trapped with no way to escape, and from then on, he completely dominated the human resources business in the Southern District.
In the fully compatible, indiscriminate automatic mode, Fu Jun has completely gone mad, automatically targeting the highest-level enemy present.
The torture chamber, the Dragon and Tiger case, human extremism, the underground bank—the mastermind behind it all, Xue Hua finally gave up and wanted to leave, abandoning his fantasy of continuing to control the Kabuki district. But the crazed Fu Jun wouldn't give him that chance.
Wang Qing glanced at Fu Jun one last time, completely controlled by the demonic blade, reduced to a mindless, ferocious beast.
Without any particular feeling, he released his spiritual blockade of the torture chamber club and left the place.
"Bitch—fuck bitch!"
Xue Hua, after all, was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. His strength in Kabukicho was comparable to that of Kuang Bin, the top figure in the underground district. Although his modifications did not reach the level of cyber-psychoticism, he used top-quality equipment.
The onlookers, their own men, had been slaughtered by this young upstart. The attitude of the important figures present, the subsequent actions of the investigation bureau, meant that all their future businesses would be ruined, and all their assets would be seized.
It's all because of that damn dockworker.
He refused to accept his fate!
I did nothing wrong. I just got used to the makeshift hospital. For decades, I had been living a life of constant danger, walking the line between life and death countless times. I was under immense psychological pressure, and I even had to deal with powerful figures and fawn over the people I used to hate the most.
We have paid such a high price to achieve our current power and success.
These scum, rejected by society, cowardly cling to life, doing nothing, contributing nothing, only wanting to die.
"Damn you, you bastard of demonic cultivation, what right do you have?"
Xue Hua could have escaped from the very beginning.
But he didn't do that.
Even the black market and organized crime were his life's work.
I never want to go through that hell again, becoming a fugitive and living a worthless life.
boom! boom! boom!
Xue Hua fired, and the spiritual amplification within the weapon unleashed a penetrating energy bullet that hurtled outwards.
However, with the True Demon Blade's enhancement, Fu Jun was not someone that Foundation Establishment cultivators could withstand, even those with external martial arts skills and top-tier cybernetic modifications.
The blade was wreathed in the murderous aura of hundreds of souls. His consciousness was already blurred, but he was still caught in the moment before his mind went blank and he fell into demonic possession. Although his eyes were already bloodshot from killing, he was still crying loudly. The electronic cables of the True Demon Blade pierced through his entire body, and the boundless pain burned through every inch of his bones and blood.
The demonic energy on his body solidified and surged into a burst of dark light. The pressure alone was enough to blow away all the furnishings in the club, uprooting them and cracking the building's exterior walls.
In this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, there was no one else besides Fu Jun and Xue Hua.
Xue Hua's resistance was meaningless in the face of this killing god, even though he could instantly kill a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator with a super-condensed spiritual energy bullet.
Fu Jun stood motionless, and the bullets were instantly vaporized by the overflowing demonic energy, turning into a wisp of smoke.
He stood still, holding the sword. All the demonic energy absorbed by his body flowed into the blade. Hundreds of vengeful spirits surged from the blade, swirling around it and hissing. The pressure caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the ground and building walls, and the entire space lost its color, turning into black and white. Every inch of power he gathered seemed to be extracting some kind of source.
With a loud bang.
The murderous aura condensed to its extreme, and the blade light poured down like a waterfall of blood. When it struck, Xue Hua didn't even have time to react. A line of blood appeared from the center of his head to his torso.
Immediately.
The destructive impact erupted, splitting the victim in two, turning them into a bloody mess, their bodies and souls annihilated. The arena of the Torture Chamber Club was stained with the blood of the last victim.
The sounds of killing ceased, and the torture chamber club fell silent; the blood was so deep it could have soaked through the soles of your shoes.
Fu Jun was covered in blood and became the only living thing in this space.
No new forces continued to flow in.
Bang bang ————
His heart was tightly bound by the electronic cables of the True Demon Blade, and it skipped two beats. The killing could not be stopped, or he would die, but even killing more would only slow down the process.
It seems that he has slightly awakened from his delusions.
And all around—
Apart from the hellish scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the area was vast and utterly silent.
He felt only desolation.
The fear of impending death made my consciousness float away, and I saw my own shadow curled up into a ball, lighter than dust, too lazy for even the wind to carry away, letting it sink into the darkness.
There will be no trace of myself left, and even loneliness will die with me.
The True Demon Blade began to backfire, and the already shattered Guan Yuan Qi Sea, the inner walls of which were stabilizing its violent power, began to dim.
All power was slowly fading away, the roaring soul on the True Demon Blade was gradually dissipating, and he himself was about to turn into a corpse.
I've heard that before a person dies, there's a revolving lantern display.
But no matter how hard Fu Jun tried to recall, he couldn't remember anything. He tried to piece together the image of a woman who had held him and gently rocked him when he was young.
"I can't remember—I can't remember—"
He burst into tears, as if he were vomiting out his soul.
Death was slowly approaching, the electronic cables brutally draining his life. His vision began to blur, and the colors before his eyes gradually faded. But even the most extreme pain had faded at this moment, nothing compared to this important matter. He mechanically repeated these few paragraphs as if possessed, but no matter what he did, he couldn't remember them.
Engines roared, tearing through the night as several black armored hovercrafts rolled down the street like steel behemoths.
As the tire tracks opened, the car door sprang open, and counter-terrorism personnel from the Gray Core City garrison surged out like a tide. Their helmets gleamed coldly, their gun barrels pointed diagonally, and the air pressure instantly plummeted to freezing point, even the wind seemed to be frozen in place by this chilling atmosphere.
Personnel equipped with Immortal Armor used targeted blasts to breach the building's exterior walls, their armor thrusters propelling them into the scene of the Torture Chamber Club.
Fu Jun, who was emanating demonic energy, was discovered.
"Target spotted. Authorize firing. Over."
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"I can't remember—"
Fu Jun burst into tears, clutching his head.
The Immortal Armor Assault Team had railguns that popped out from their arm armors, with several crosshairs on their sights locking onto their targets.
Bullets rained down like a tidal wave, tearing flesh and shattering bones.
Fu Jun was like a straw torn by a gale; under the barrage of fire, he couldn't even fall. His limbs twitched in the hail of bullets, and blood gushed from countless wounds.
at last----
He collapsed to his knees, utterly defeated.
He did indeed see a vision of the future: a drop of water that had broken free of its container finally fell back into the boundless sea.
But it was just like water disappearing into water.
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