What is an energy level of zero point zero zero seven?
A werewolf leaped ferociously, transforming into its wolf form mid-air, its wolf hide shell capable of withstanding a Grandmaster, coupled with wolf fangs that could tear steel. It charged directly at Zhu Tianqi.
Zhu Tianqi seemed completely unprepared, unable to react.
None of the expected wondrous demonic arts were displayed.
The hearts of the three major sects sank: This was it? This was the so-called Demon Queen of Great Xia?
Pope Lucifer turned away, his interest lost.
*Crack!*
Without any techniques, without any flashy moves, Zhu Tianqi grabbed the neck of the werewolf duke.
Another *crack*.
The werewolf's neck snapped with ease, like breaking a chopstick.
The werewolf duke, of extraordinary origin and once a butcher of an entire tribe in the Dark Night Wasteland, let out a mournful cry.
A very cute sound.
Then another mournful cry.
Zhu Tianqi snapped the neck of another werewolf duke.
The werewolves whose necks were broken did not die lying on the ground, but all their powers were draining. They began to degenerate at an astonishing speed, from werewolves into wolves, then from wolves into wild dogs, and finally from wild dogs into docile pet dogs, wagging their tails and looking up with innocent eyes.
Zhu Tianqi clapped her hands and looked at the vampire prince beside her.
This vampire prince had once ruled over the servants of four countries in medieval Europe, instigating twelve fierce wars between nations.
But now, he was as helpless as a naive little boy, looking around nervously.
Then, this prince unleashed the ultimate technique of his life.
The Blood Race's phantom movement, the mark of blood frenzy, the Blood Race's most powerful blood explosion technique!
All of it turned to dust before Zhu Tianqi.
Zhu Tianqi disdainfully grabbed the wings he had just unfurled, and with a flick, the vampire prince transformed into a panicked bat, emitting a squeaking sound.
*Splat!*
Zhu Tianqi smashed it directly onto the ground.
"Such a pitiful little fellow."
The vampires were much more cunning than the werewolves. The remaining princes spread their cloaks, instantly transforming into bats and desperately fleeing.
The werewolves, known for their bloodthirsty ferocity, remained loyal and charged forward, only to have their necks crushed and transform into pugs on the ground.
Finally, a dozen small dogs followed Zhu Tianqi, step by step, towards the stunned Pope.
Lucifer, the Demon King of Hell, could no longer think.
Zhu Tianqi's fighting style reminded him of six months ago.
Six months ago, extraterrestrial powerhouses gathered at the so-called Xuanyuan family, discussing strategies to deal with Haotian. That fellow had appeared in the secret realm of the Xuanyuan family.
Of course, what followed was a terrifying confrontation.
Haotian also did not use any clever, powerful techniques, but employed the simplest, most straightforward methods: punching, kicking, snapping necks, breaking fingers.
It was like a street brawl.
But strangely, no one could stop him.
Whether it was the glorious Olympian gods or the immortal spirits of the East, their techniques of scattering beans to create soldiers and channeling divine power with tridents were like toys in front of Haotian.
When the Eastern immortals unleashed their sword control techniques, they were comparable to the great swords of the Olympian gods, the roars of the Titans, combined with the hammer of the Norse god of thunder.
Yet Haotian grabbed those flying swords as if breaking toothpicks, and the great swords of the gods were merely toys he swatted away with a palm. The Titans' roars were less than a breath from Haotian, and the Norse divine hammer was as fragile as paper.
That terrifying scene reappeared, this time on Zhu Tianqi.
The Pope let out an angry roar, the black roses gathered, about to unleash hellish arts.
*Whoosh!* Zhu Tianqi suddenly reached out and took the hellish rose, crushing it in her small hand. After scattering the fragments, she tore off the cross on the Pope's chest and, with a *bang*, plunged it into the Pope's head.
Lucifer, who was bowing, had not yet revealed his true form when Zhu Tianqi grabbed his neck and threw him to the ground, then stomped on him a few times.
The Demon King of Hell, terrified, was stomped into a sausage shape. The small dogs behind Zhu Tianqi yipped and swarmed, quickly devouring him.
Zhu Tianqi clapped her hands and looked at the petrified survivors: "Clean up the scene, and go to the back to get Qin Yexuan out."
She had instantly crushed all the demons but sat down listlessly, staring at her hands, finding it all rather boring.
The ultimate and invincible power did not bring the satisfaction of dominating everything, but rather a sense of颓废 (tuífèi - decadence/listlessness) after the fight, as if all strength had vanished.
Zhu Tianqi gave a wry smile: "I've enjoyed being supreme and invincible, but it turns out to be so dull."
The Buddhist hall was soon cleared.
The three major sects and the Koreans from Qinglong Temple looked at her as if she were a deity.
Meanwhile, Qin Yexuan emerged from Guanyin Hall, hands behind his back, examining the golden statue in the center of the Buddhist hall with a furrowed brow.
"What is it?"
Qin Yexuan waved his hand: "The Longevity Seal, strange..."
Zhu Tianqi had already recognized the hand seal displayed by the golden statue of Master Mingben: "It's a Tantric technique, what's so strange about it? Perhaps Master Mingben secretly learned it."
Qin Yexuan shook his head: "This hand seal was lost long ago. It was the unique technique of Phags-pa back then!"
"Ah?"
Zhu Tianqi thought of something: "Phags-pa passed it on to the Koreans back then, why are you making that face?"
Qin Yexuan's expression turned grim: "No, when I encountered Phags-pa at Tongguan Pass, he himself had not fully mastered this hand seal, so how could he have taught it to others."
Staring at the golden statue before him, Qin Yexuan's eyes suddenly widened: "There's only one possibility..."
He stepped forward and suddenly raised his hand to pat the golden statue: "Phags-pa, you are truly remarkable. 'The狸猫换太子' (límāo huàn tàizi - a idiom meaning to substitute a prince with a commoner, used here to imply a masterful deception), you transformed into the appearance of the Korean Mingben, infiltrated the Korean continent, and waited until today..."
"Ah!"
Qin Yexuan's words carried immense information.
Was he saying that Master Mingben, who returned to the country that year, was actually the Dharma King Phags-pa of the Yuan Dynasty?
And that the Dharma King had not died?
Qin Yexuan was still patting the golden statue: "Stop pretending. Under the Longevity Seal, Tantric techniques can completely allow you to remain hidden for centuries without dying."
*Wow!*
Under everyone's gaze, the golden statue flickered.
Then, this golden statue, dead for many years, opened its eyes, revealed a strange smile, and spoke strange words.
It was in Mongolian.
Qin Yexuan's eyes flickered: "Speak in Korean, please. My ancient Mongolian has become quite rusty."
Golden powder cascaded from the golden statue.
He smiled amiably, still maintaining the hand seal posture: "Mr. Qin, please wait a moment. I still need to slowly adapt to the fresh air and my stiff fingers."
Qin Yexuan sat down opposite him, shaking his head: "At the battle of Tongguan Pass, everyone thought I had won a great victory, but in reality, we fought to a draw. You are indeed worthy of being called the 'Buddha's Child,' closest to the gods. I knew you wouldn't die so easily, but it turns out you were 'borrowing a corpse to return a soul'."
"Actually, Master Mingben was my most devout disciple. He willingly lent me his body. On the night of Tongguan Pass, I decided to transfer my soul and come to the Korean continent as Mingben. Afterwards, I established Qinglong Temple and entered secluded meditation."
"Meditating on what?"
"Mr. Qin, I was contemplating you, and the god within you named Haotian, your origins, your entanglement, your destiny, and then the origin of this world."
Qin Yexuan suddenly thought of something: "In the final battle at Tongguan Pass, you entered my mind?"
Phags-pa had already sat down, incredibly elegant: "Not the mind, but the labyrinth formed by your memories. I had a face-to-face conversation with Haotian there. That is why I abandoned everything. I no longer wish to be the Dharma King of Tantra, and have even given up my Buddhist faith, just to see the truth."
Qin Yexuan couldn't help but become excited: "So your Great Prophecy Book, that secret message, is the result of your contemplation?"
"I knew you'd want to see it, and now is the time."
Phags-pa lowered his head and actually spat out a ball of silk brocade from his belly.
"This is the final piece of the puzzle. All my thoughts and contemplations are within it."
Having said this, the resurrected Phags-pa clasped his hands. The golden statue began to age rapidly, finally turning into a pile of dry bones.
Before him, two sentences appeared on the ground: "I have known the origin of all things, but I do not know why I know!"
These two verses were Phags-pa's final thoughts after centuries of hidden contemplation.
The monk had achieved nirvana, liberation, but what was the riddle he left behind?