The Sims: I Open the Immortal Path for All Beings

Chapter 206 - 206: 189: Heaven God Descends, Victory or Defeat is Decided; Junior asks for the True Person’s Guidance

Chapter 206 - 206: 189: Heaven God Descends, Victory or Defeat is Decided; Junior asks for the True Person’s Guidance

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Over the thousands of years since the Tang Dynasty, who knows how many powerful ones like Bahesiba have been frustrated not by lack of natural talent, but by the constraints of heaven and earth, ultimately falling into despair and dying in depression.

A thought arose in Pei Xuanjing’s heart: a person’s growth involves not only relentless striving but also the push of the times.

At least, when one has no right to dominate or even open an era, all people are confined in the process of history, unable to transcend, to break free of constraints.

At this moment, Pei Xuanjing’s desire for strength increased.

He would never be satisfied with this, he also wanted to break the shackles, transcend the world, become an immortal True Immortal, create his own era, and write his own legend and mythology.

Just as Pei Xuanjing was in deep thought, Bahesiba’s momentum reached a peak. His torn monk’s robe fluttered, and he seemed to turn into a god or Buddha.

He threw out an unprecedentedly powerful and rigid punch, with a roar like that of a Dragon Elephant, resonating up to the mountain peak.

At this moment, on the whole Taihe Mountain, astonishing thunder rose from the ground, the wind and clouds changed, the gale roared, the sand and rocks flew, and the tremendous momentum seemed to affect the celestial phenomena.

How terrifying can a punch be?

Bahesiba’s punch told everyone that the power of a punch can affect the celestial phenomena, can cut rivers, break mountains, and shake the earth. “Bahesiba!”

Pei Xuanjing looked shocked, saying word by word.

He knew in his heart that it would be difficult for him to take this punch.

The best he could hope for against this punch was serious injury, or even death.

He could feel the Martial Arts truth contained in the punch, so overbearing that it seemed to be able to smash the sky and sink the earth.

In Pei Xuanjing’s eyes, the opponent seemed to be a god or Buddha coming down to earth, walking among people, with awe-inspiring Blood Qi rising as if to obscure the sky.

Pei Xuanjing had no choice but to tightly hold the Three-Five Evil Slaying Sword in his hand, circulating his True Qi and Blood Qi to resist this terrifying pressure.

Far away, the heroes withdrew involuntarily in the face of the overwhelming momentum, except for strong ones like the Heavenly Teacher.

“Hehe.”

A faint laugh suddenly sounded on Taihe Mountain, and a gentle Martial Art truth almost enveloped the whole Taihe Mountain.

Accompanying this laugh, many martial artists who had felt oppressed suddenly felt as if a breeze had blown over, sweeping away the original oppression.

The laughter of Master Sanfeng became louder and louder, louder and louder, almost echoing through Taihe Mountain and extending dozens of miles away.

“The Way of Ultimate Rigidity, huh? It seems to have reached the extreme of rigidity.” Master Sanfeng gently spoke, ripples in his originally calm eyes.

Such a strong and rigid martial arts truth indeed made him exclaim. After all, anyone who can reach this step requires extremely strict natural talent and willpower, needing to go through trials that ordinary people can’t bear.

“Ah, what a pity.” He suddenly changed the subject, sighed, and lamented, “The rigid are most likely to break. The Way of Ultimate Rigidity is indeed overbearing, but it inevitably loses a bit of balance, it’s too dogmatic.”

Then, he slowly raised his hands.

Whoo…

True Qi seemed to gather in his palms, spinning quickly like a whirlpool. The Blood Qi on his body began to slowly rise.

The Inner Qi between his palms, one transformed into pure yang, and the other into pure yin.

The movement of his palms, the change between motion and stillness, the alternation of Yin and Yang, is unpredictable.

The Taiji Grand Dao, both rigid and soft, mutually beneficial, ever-changing.

He stood still, with the air gathering and circulating around him, as if surrounded by flowing clouds.

In the face of Bahesiba’s extremely rigid punch, Master Sanfeng just clapped his hands in mid-air, a seemingly weightless palm made heaven and earth seem to sink.

A Taiji pattern floated out, radiating dazzling light.

Boom!

The extremely rigid fist seemed to hit into emptiness, all of it was absorbed into the Yin-Yang harmonious Taiji pattern.

All of Bahesiba’s power was poured into the Taiji pattern, causing the Taiji pattern to grow larger and brighter.

The Yin-Yang harmonious Taiji pattern attracted everyone’s attention.

As if it covered heaven and earth, the Great Tao between heaven and earth appeared on this Taiji pattern at this moment.

“Is this the top martial art of the True Martial Sect, the Taiji Grand Dao Skill, which was said to be one of the top ten martial arts in the world six hundred years later?” Pei Xuanjing couldn’t help but think as he looked at the Taiji pattern.

The Taiji Grand Dao Skill, as the legend goes, is a peerless martial art created by Master Sanfeng based on the Chunyang Wuji Skill, comprehending the Yin-Yang Taiji Way, and it incorporates his martial arts throughout his life.

In later generations, it was ranked alongside the Imperial Realm Worldly Skill of the royal family, the

Tathagata Palm of the Zen Sect, the Heavenly Demon Scripture of the Demonic Way, the Three Heavens True Law Divine Skill of Dragon Tiger Mountain and other peerless martial arts as the strongest martial arts in the world.

“Harmonizing Yin and Yang, Taiji’s way, huh?” Bahesiba looked at the Taiji pattern and roared,

“Today, the real person has really opened my eyes.”

As for the fact that his punch was blocked, it seemed to take it for granted, as if it was a matter of course.

After all, his opponent was Master Sanfeng, who was known as the number one person in the Central Plains Martial Arts. If even this punch couldn’t be taken, it would be a pity, a pity that he couldn’t find a worthy opponent.

He stepped out one step at a time, like a Dragon Elephant stepping, his clothes flying, his voice echoing, and his loud voice shaking the four directions..