Chapter Sixty-One: Eight Gates Dharma Realm, All Beings Equa
! Please take charge, please take charge!"Ge Heng could feel the anger in the miners' eyes surrounding him, no longer able to hide it. They looked at him as if they wanted to tear him apart.He wasn't...At this time, Meng Tianhai was completely different from his previous gloomy appearance when he wore a disguise.
Perhaps it was because the five thousand four hundred years of suppression had been too long, or perhaps this was his true nature.
Over the years, he was Fu Lanting, he was Huo Shiji, he was Peng Chongjian... The world did not know Meng Tianhai, and he almost forgot himself!
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I have hidden for too long and played too many roles.
Sometimes he couldn't tell, in the sea of blood, whose figure was floating.
He needed such a fight!
He needs to be reminded, to be affirmed, that he is the Meng Tianhai of the mythological era, and not someone else.
Therefore, Chen Pu traveled far to the Qínkǔ Academy and, together with Zuó Qiū Wú, found his true name. He was happy at heart to be welcomed.
Although his rational mind told him he should still conceal himself for a while longer, that he needed more preparation, to truly reach a state of absolute safety before emerging,
But his emotions told him—he could no longer bear it. He also needed to find himself!
Over 50,000 years have passed, he has gained a lot, and also lost a lot.
What kind of emotion
That's just how it is now!
Boiling, burning, raging...
"A child's arrogance is like mine in my youth!"
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Under the siege of several masters wielding celestial artifacts, he unleashed his full prowess as Meng Tianhai!
"Good! This is starting to look like something!" Si Yu'an, when he was aroused, resembled a giant spirit swelling in the wind. The sword in his palm had become a peak, held upside down like a celestial pillar, its blade plunging into a river of blood. "After 50,000 years of merely drinking stagnant water, it is not in vain that my Kunwu sword has been unsheathed!"
Meng Tianhai stood tall and strong, with a single punch he stopped the mountain from collapsing!
Compared to the Heaven-Piercing Sword of Kunwu, which stood tall like a pillar at this moment, Meng Tianhai, who was nine feet tall, was no bigger than an ant. Yet, he met the attack with his fist and, against all odds, lifted the mountain!
"Not enough! With just your Si Yu'an, with all of you, you are nowhere near enough to stop me!" He roared angrily: "Wu Bing is already defeated! Will you still hold back Song Bodhi! Nan Chu is so close, don't tell me you haven't brought the Heavenly Cave Artifact!"
Today, the summit of Yan Dao is crowded with treacherous figures. None come alone. Each represents a powerful faction and each conceals their own agenda.
They were initially held back, but then released one by one.
For example, there is Chen Pu's vast ocean of learning, Ruan Qi's mastery of the Xuandi Palace, and Si Yu An's expertise in Kunwu.
Then Wu Bing had already made arrangements with Song Bodhi, didn't he have any other preparations
Wu Bing had already brought the law into being, with the world's first chain "Law Has No Second Gate," to bind the Red Prefecture Tripod. But is this not the limit Did he borrow the ancestral treasure of the Legalist holy land, Sanxing Palace
This is truly the world's most extraordinary fist technique. Meng Tianhai spent over 50,000 years honing his skills, merging the talents of countless prodigies to create such a powerful punch.
Conqueror, triumphant!
The Golden Bridge leading to the other shore beneath Song Bodhi's feet suddenly arched, like the moon on earth and the water in the sky.
And in that starry, flowing sky, there was a magnificent and exquisite giant ship, sailing through the clouds, as if it had come from a dream. The moment it appeared, it arrived above the blood river.
It is the Yunmengzhou! A treasure vessel of heaven and earth passed down through the Chu Empire for thousands of years, nurtured in Yunmengze. It is regarded as a symbol of the Chu Water Army's spirit.
Song Bohdi stood at the head of the boat, his silk robe billowing in the wind!
This dream vessel sailed into the Blood River, bringing with it boundless clouds that shrouded the river in mist. The clouds concealed even the nascent realm of the Blood Lotus, and the gigantic blood lotus swaying within the river, along with its many half-formed lotus seed worlds, vanished from sight for a moment.
Had Meng Tianhai not been fighting on the Blood Lotus, then Si Xuan's Imperial Palace and Kunwu Sword would have cast their brilliant light across the battlefield. Even the few young real people watching from afar could barely see where the true monarchs were!
The biggest change wasn't in the clouds covering the river, but in the water itself, both on the surface and below.
For Meng Tianhai, a far from wonderful story was unfolding.
The blood river churned and roared for miles, originally so deep it was impossible to see.
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Standing on the river of blood, all I saw was the crimson water churning, a sea of red. Nothing could be seen reflected in it. Even the massive blood lotus, with its roots submerged in the bloody waters and its petals reaching towards the heavens, was completely hidden beneath the surface of the river.
But at this time, if you part the clouds and look down into the blood river, you can see the reflection of a person.
Of course, there are also the figures of powerful warriors from the Yandao sect clashing, as well as the majestic and sprawling Si Xuan Di Palace, with its Kunwu Swords standing tall like mountains and stretching horizontally like ridges...
But that's not all.
It's not just these people and these things in front of me.
If you look closely, you will see that it is the countless shattered dreams of life scattered throughout the world.
The Yunmengzhou is a display of such wonder.
Born into this world, concealing all. Clouds rise and swirl, dreams countless.
It is with clouds concealing the world of lotus and seas of dreams covering rivers of blood!
Although it couldn't immediately sever Meng Tianhai's connection with the Blood River's power, and prevent him from operating his powers, there was still a gap.
The clouds gather and the sky darkens with the iron fist of Heaven's Sea, yet in dreams, the light of Song Bodhi's sword shines.
And Si Yu'an's killing intent soared to the heavens, Chen Pu's palm covered the sea.
The battle became several times more intense!
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Wu Bing arrived at this very moment.
He wasn't walking fast; he wasn't charging at all.
He just walked on, normally and calmly.
It wasn't like coming to fight, but rather to judge, and one could even disregard the word "judge" — he was simply here to announce a result.
In such a fierce battlefield, all paths are chaotic and turbulent. Yet his stability and peacefulness don't seem out of place. It feels as if this is how things should be. All the "chaos" awaits his "order".
He established his order in the battlefield where all kinds of ultimate Dao collide!
Wu Bing's power is gradually being shown.
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There are no more words, but all rules have undergone fundamental changes. There are no more actions, but all powers will be limited!
Although the world has its peak, one should not act according to their whims.
Free borders are law!
Meng Tianhai's eyes lit up!
"What a formidable ruler of the Rectitude Palace! You have not disappointed me!" He was overjoyed, smashing his fists repeatedly, shattering the blade light and sword shadows, as well as the vast sea of knowledge. He single-handedly smashed through time and space, proactively confronting Wu Bingyi: "The Dharma is not easily attained, you are worthy of praise! Come! Give me more! Let me see the even greater prowess of the contemporary Dharma master!"
Wu Bing had stopped, his expression unchanged. His tall hat remained in place, and his hands divided into eight gates.
All eyes, whether consciously or unconsciously, were drawn to him.
He himself becomes the ruler, the standard, an anchor point for all rules in this world. With him as the center, everything expands and arranges itself clearly and orderly.
His left palm is a ruler, his right palm is a square.
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Hands parted, and thus this world was divided anew.
Now, the distance between him and Meng Tianhai is governed by a brand new set of laws.
Every move Meng Tianhai makes must be in accordance with the law, otherwise he will be breaking it.
There will be consequences for breaking the law!
With both palms, eight gates are opened, devoting a lifetime to the Dharma.
Opening, Closing, Life, Injury, Defense, Landscape, Death, Surprise, these eight gates define the boundaries of all directions, keeping fist techniques within their bounds. All of Meng Tianhai's rage and ferocity are locked within this space.
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This is the ultimate secret of Ji Di Gong's Palace, the Eight Realms of the Wu Bing that he personally created!
Once you enter this realm, you will never be able to leave.
All eight gates are not gates!
If you follow the rules, you naturally have to submit to the law, only taking one step at a time to shackle and imprison yourself, dying slowly.
If you break the law, the law will not show mercy, and you will be immediately sent to the execution ground!
Generally, when a true immortal is trapped in this world, they should first observe the situation and the laws of heaven. They need to find a relatively balanced point in time and space, calculate the corresponding costs and benefits, and then take action.
But Meng Tianhai was different.
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As soon as he entered the realm of law, he shouldered a thousand burdens and punched the door to death on the spot!
That is, to make the most erroneous choices, to trigger the strongest counterattack from the Eight Realms of Dharma, truly possessing overwhelming power.
The Gate of Death is one of the three major ominous gates, unfavorable for auspicious events. It is suitable for hanging executions, sending off funerals, punishments, warfare, and hunting animals.
Meng Tianhai punched it, immediately triggering the five punishments.
Five kinds of instruments of torture appeared in the air—
The fine needle of the tattoo.
A narrow incision was made to the nose.
A long axe with a severed foot.
A small dagger for castration.
The great sword of beheading.
They are the embodiment of legal majesty and the foundation upon which deterrence exists.
They represent the five punishments of the Legalists!
Ink, chisel, axe, palace, great opening!
"The heavens follow an immutable law, impartial and just. Mountains and seas are all but forests; a solitary individual exists outside of them. What then Within, cultivate virtue; without, adhere to the law." Wu Bing's voice reverberated through the Eight Gates Realm, stern and chilling: "Yet, virtue has no fixed form, while the law possesses established rules. Therefore, virtue cannot rely on permanence, but the law can endure constancy!"
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Before he grasped Kunwu and plunged into the Blood River to fight with his life, Si Yu'an had already thrown back his scarlet amber-like True Source Fire Realm to Jiang Wang. Jiang Wang held it tightly in his hand ever since and hadn't let go.
At this moment, within the Zhenyuan Fire Realm, all the cultivators were silent, not a single word spoken.
Wishing Wei and Ning Shuang both a speedy recovery from their injuries, only Zhu Qingru was momentarily stunned. How could she forget this "Three Principles of Virtue and Law"
The master of the Legalist school, Wu Bing, was a man who disliked expressing himself. He always advocated "action surpasses words" and rarely published any works.
This Three Lectures on German-French Affairs is one of his few known writings.
Or perhaps it was during one of his rare moments of discourse, when his students recorded his words, that these writings were finally published for the world to see.
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The person who recorded this and strived to spread it back then... was Xu Ximing.
When Xu Ximeng died, she heard about "Three Lectures on Morality and Law." Her heart was filled with a complex mixture of emotions that she couldn't express at the moment.
May the Dharma endure!
These four words explain the meaning of the existence of law.
It can't be absolutely correct, but it provides a set of rules that remain relatively accurate in most cases. Anyone can clearly know what they can and cannot do.
These five implements, each embodying the severity of Legalist punishments, are here to tell Meng Tianhai — you have done wrong and must be punished.
Five instruments of torture surrounded Meng Tianhai, each inescapable.
Meng Tianhai, fearless.
He bore the punishment of ink (tattooing), branding, flaying, palace punishments, and capital punishment, walking towards Wu Bingyi. He punched five torture instruments, and then his fist injured the door!
He could withstand these instruments of torture, but the pain of such punishment he had to endure. Torture was unavoidable; that was the terrifying aspect of the Eight Gates World.
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Throughout history, the five punishments have tortured countless people. The pain inflicted upon them was enough to shatter even the soul of a powerful cultivator. The weakness of each victim continuously assaulted Dao's body.
The reverence for law by the people makes law even stronger. The Legalists never shy away from punishment, and they are never sparing in their use of force. In times of chaos, heavy punishments are employed!
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While Meng Tianhai remained expressionless.
“Laws and punishments are made for the weak, how could they be used against a true man” He not only didn't retreat, but he even punched the door with his fist: "We cultivators brave wind and rain, diligently honing our strength. We seek to be invincible, why should we care about the ants behind us"
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The Gate of Injury is also a gate of affliction, signifying illness and physical harm to people.The Gate of Shock is also a gate of affliction, signifying fear, injuries, and legal troubles.
At this time, Meng Tianhai not only suffered the punishment of the Five Ancient Punishments, but also had a hundred ailments plaguing his body. His wounds refused to heal, and he was constantly plagued by fear and the urge to kill.
He just kept going forward!
What is an ant
He swung his fist, smashing it into the Eight Gates: "All beneath me are ants! All living beings are equal!"
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He looks down upon all of the world equally, and there is naturally nothing he cannot see.
The power of law exploded, and the eight gates of the legal realm were opened!
Meng Tianhai touched upon all laws, his body bearing all the punishments.
Throughout the history of the Eight Gates, it has never been displayed with such power. Even Wu Bing himself could barely recreate it. Because there is no opponent like this anymore, willingly bearing all, even pushing everything to make this move reach such a peak.
The surging power of the Legalist school, like a tsunami roaring across the heavens, churned and swirled, coalescing into a phantom resembling a single-horned qilin.
The mythical beast Bixie leaps forth, the majesty of law brooks no challenge!
It's not comparable to vicious beasts like Qiongqi.
Within these eight realms of existence, its appearance is a response to the provocation of those who practice Dharma.
There is no limit to the Dharma, the Dharma's limit is Wu Bing at this moment!
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Wu Bing was at his peak, as was the Xi Ze.
It strikes with its single horn, the entire world collapses with it. The single horn points straight to the source of evil, and terrifying punishment descends upon it: flames scorch, frost blades deceive, but the heavens shift and change, a purple-red thunderbolt of destruction erupts in the sky!
And when Wu Bing was ill, he had entered the realm of law from that "opening," wearing a high hat and broad belt, facing Meng Tianhai.
"Law is for others' awakening, morality is for self-awakening. But the awakening of others through law also comes from self-awakening. Saints regulate themselves and see the order of heaven and earth; the wise establish this order to rectify the hearts of the people of the world. While the survival of the fittest is natural law, what sets humans apart from nature is that they use their strength to protect the weak, accumulating drop by drop until they become a mighty torrent!"
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Here, then, are the questions he put to him—
"Meng Tianhai, what do you think"
“Where did your Blood River Sect originate from”
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"What gives you the right to open up a grand world"
How magnificent is your blood river
Wu Bing had already swung his long sleeves, both palms together, like heaven and earth converging: "If there were no ants in the world, would there be you, Meng Tianhai!"
If the world cannot distinguish between right and wrong, clear and turbid, everything is mixed together in chaos! All things, all beings, are enveloped in chaos! The entire Eight Gates Dharma Realm will thus return to one place, completely burying Meng Tianhai and forming a decaying coffin.
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This is the most powerful killing art of the Legalists, capable of spanning across the ages within the coffin of legal punishment.
All things in the world, all laws throughout history, a person's whole life is contained within them.
Judge this person through time, executing fifty-four thousand years!
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