Chapter 1558: Cultivating Buddhism on the Spot
Dharma Idol!
Standing ten thousand meters tall, it resembled a Buddha Arhat in kasaya robes, with a halo behind its head.
“Buddha Palm!”
Uncle Quaid’s palm descended, causing the small world to collapse.
The Cosmos Battle Arena automatically transformed the battlefield into a universe.
Braydon Neal lifted his head, studying the Buddha Arhat as if he were comprehending something. He even opened his dual-pupils, eager to explore its mysteries.
“Dual-pupils?”
Uncle Quaid was slightly taken aback. “The direct descendants of the eight lineages have produced many prodigies. I wonder what stage your dual-pupils have reached… Ten pupils!”
Uncle Quaid was instantly furious!
As Braydon’s ten-eyed dual-pupils fully opened, Uncle Quaid was horrified.
He hadn’t expected to encounter such a ruthless person with the demeanor of a chief. He felt dejected!
Meanwhile, Braydon appeared enlightened.
With his dual-pupils fixed on the Arhat, thousands of figures materialized behind him, though they remained blurry.
Only the first figure seemed tangible.
That figure closed its eyes and held a seal in its hand, standing quietly to the side.
The Arhat behind Braydon transformed into a second human figure.
Boom!
Behind Braydon, the human figure transformed into a Buddha—a giant golden Buddha Dharma Idol.
Clad in kasaya robes, it bore a resemblance to Braydon himself, with a Buddha halo behind its head as it sat cross-legged, barefooted, exuding a solemn presence.
His left palm faced the sky, while his right hand stood upright.
“Are you cultivating Buddhism on the spot?” Uncle Quaid was dumbfounded. “You stole my Dharma!”
“Buddha Fury!” Braydon declared.
In the next instant, the second Buddha figure behind him abruptly opened its eyes and stood tall.
The ten-thousand-meter-tall Dharma Idol clenched its fist and launched an attack at the Buddha Arhat.
The two Dharma Idols began to battle!
The giant Buddha to the north of Braydon widened its eyes in anger, fists clenched as it rained blows upon the Buddha Arhat, delivering kicks and punches relentlessly.
Amidst the fierce battle, the Buddha Arhat eventually collapsed.
The Dharma Idol was defeated!
Uncle Quaid’s face fell into despair. This wasn’t a test of Buddha’s body Dharma; it was a display of pure brute force.
Too ruthless!
Uncle Quaid was utterly defeated by the giant Buddha’s onslaught.
The battle concluded.
Braydon spoke softly, “My understanding is still incomplete. While I’ve manifested the Dharma Form and Buddha Body, I lack the essence of Buddha’s will. I must find a venerable Buddhist figure to learn from when I have the opportunity.”
Braydon forged a new path and devised novel techniques, blending the strengths of myriad disciplines into one!
Uncle Quaid lost.
His consciousness returned to his body, and he remained disheartened for a long while.
He muttered, “Master once said my talent was among the top in the Northern Stellar Realm. Entering the Second Cosmos Battle Arena and winning a thousand battles should have been easy. Why did I encounter such an unforgiving opponent in the first round? Is the Second Cosmos’ arena filled with such formidable individuals?”
…
Uncle Quaid was beginning to question his life choices.
Never had he suffered such a humiliating defeat since his youth.
His Arhat had the power to defeat a life and death realm cultivator, yet in the end, he had been beaten like a dog by Braydon!
Feeling dejected, Uncle Quaid went out to find someone to drink with.
Despite his cultivation in Buddhism, he didn’t adhere strictly to rules.
In the vastness of the starry sky, where Buddhism flourished, he found solace in the path of Buddha, free from the constraints of various regulations.
Meanwhile, Braydon had become a sensation in the Cosmos Battle Arena, challenging opponents arranged by the arena without restraint.
During these days, numerous super geniuses from the Northern Stellar Realm arrived at the arena.
The arena showed no mercy, directing all these geniuses to face Braydon.
Braydon’s fame had already spread across several circles.
On this particular day, Uncle Quaid arrived early, standing in a corner of the training field with a disgruntled expression as he watched Braydon.
“Uncle Quaid, you lost to him?” a young man in white robes approached silently and chuckled.
“Yes,” Uncle Quaid replied quietly, still feeling the sting of his defeat.
“I heard he’s defeated many geniuses from our Northern Stellar Realm. This guy is intriguing. Defeating all the top talents from our region—could he be sent by the Southern Stellar Realm to stir up trouble?” the white-robed teenager mused.
“No, I’ve inquired about him. He’s from the Dragon River Empire,” Uncle Quaid shook his head, dismissing the notion.
As they spoke, everyone turned their attention to the entrance of the arena.
A red-haired man clad in red armor approached, holding a red spear.
Despite his suppressed aura, a palpable killing intent emanated from him.
“Adonis Sheffield!” Uncle Quaid exclaimed in shock.
“What?” The white-robed teenager was surprised. “Why did we attract this lunatic here? Isn’t he supposed to be at the Dragon River Battlefield?”
“Someone must have informed him,” Uncle Quaid speculated.
After all, someone here had been defeating the geniuses from the Northern Stellar Realm consistently. It was likely that influential figures couldn’t sit idly by and had sent Adonis to investigate. If they discovered that the culprit was from the Southern Stellar Realm, they would swiftly defeat him to uphold the reputation of the Northern Stellar Realm.
Braydon stood confidently on the stage, hands clasped behind his back.
“No need to arrange anything. I’ll be your opponent,” Adonis declared, swiftly joining Braydon on the stage.
Braydon regarded him with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
The pressure he hadn’t felt for a long time resurfaced with Adonis’s presence.
The two men met without exchanging words.
The stage transformed into a battlefield automatically, surrounded by enormous stars.
“You’re Braydon Neal?” Adonis asked calmly, gripping his red spear. “You’re the one who has defeated many geniuses from the Northern Stellar Realm recently.”
“They were opponents arranged by the arena,” Braydon clarified.
His purpose was solely cultivation; he harbored no ulterior motives.
Adonis frowned. “Normally, they constantly pit geniuses from our own stellar realm against each other. Which stellar realm are you from?”
“Northern Stellar Realm,” Braydon replied succinctly.
Despite Adonis’s strong killing intent, he didn’t press further.
Everyone had their secrets, and travelers in the starry sky rarely divulged their home planets.
No one wanted their homeworld to become a target for enemies while they were away, unless their birthplace belonged to a formidable force unafraid of external threats.
“For now, I have matters to attend to at the Dragon River Battlefield. Let’s end this quickly,” Adonis said decisively, tightening his grip on his spear.
“The Dragon River Battlefield? How’s the situation there?” Braydon inquired, curious about the battlefield’s status.
“As for that, you’ll find out when you go see it yourself,” Adonis replied dismissively. “With your status, causing a ruckus here won’t achieve anything. You’ve never been on a real battlefield; you’ve only ever spied on others!”
With those words, he moved.
Braydon smiled faintly.
The dignified King Braydon had never set foot on a battlefield before?
What a jest!
Adonis thrust his spear, gathering darkness at its tip.
In just one strike, the figure behind Braydon, holding the seal, finally acted.
Stepping forward, the figure opened its eyes and held a seal with its left hand, meeting the spear’s tip head-on.
Boom!
The figure’s left hand dissipated into nothingness, and Adonis’s spear and spirit sword shattered directly.
Both combatants were wounded.
“What kind of sealing technique is this?” Adonis’s eyes narrowed. “You actually broke my Asura Spear!”
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