National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Chapter 308 - 307: Could They All Be Members of the Human Race Supremacy Association?

"This is an invasion of another’s Sea of Consciousness using Spiritual Power,"

"Shouldn’t you, of all people, be familiar with this sort of thing?

After all, I’ve invaded your mind more than once."

Chu He’s tone was tinged with mockery.

Xiao Cangqing froze on the spot.

’So that’s what it is. I can’t believe I didn’t see it.’

Xiao Cangqing had a wealth of experience when it came to having his Sea of Consciousness forcibly invaded by someone else’s Spiritual Power.

The feeling of being in a daze, your body completely out of your control,

and then being forced to do and say things against your will—it was absolutely agonizing.

Xiao Cangqing tilted his head back, his eyes fixed on the young woman in the sky who stood perfectly still,

yet was forcing a group of masters to fight to the death for her. His gaze was filled with dread and apprehension.

Beneath the boundless canopy of the sky, masters from all corners of the world and of every complexion

had gathered like a constellation of stars. They hovered in the void,

each surrounded by their own unique energy fluctuations, which shone with a dazzling, kaleidoscopic light.

These powerhouses were all paragons from their respective Empires,

yet now they strangely stood united against the massive, heart-stopping phantom suspended in the sky.

The phantom was immense and indistinct. It slowly raised a hand that blotted out the sun, a hand entwined with the wrath of Deities and an irresistible power.

As the hand slowly descended, a sense of endless pressure and despair spread through everyone’s heart.

Their numbers alone were utterly insufficient to shake this colossal deity that seemed to have walked out of ancient times.

They gritted their teeth and, with all their might, unleashed the power hidden deep within them without reservation.

For a moment, the sky burst with radiant light. Kaleidoscopic energies bloomed like fireworks, weaving together into a series of mesmerizing images.

However, the instant these brilliant attacks made contact with the giant palm, they melted away like snow under a blazing sun, unable to affect it in the slightest.

The giant palm continued its descent, carrying with it a world-ending momentum.

Under the impact of this force, the masters’ bodies began to break apart to varying degrees.

Skin split open and blood gushed out, raining down across the sky like a fine mist and dyeing the space a shocking shade of red.

Some of the weaker masters, even under the control of Qian Jia’s formidable Spiritual Power,

were ultimately unable to withstand the impact. Their bodies were like fallen leaves swept up by a gale,

spinning out of control as they traced heart-wrenching arcs across the sky, trailing blinding sprays of blood.

They finally crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust and splattering blood.

On the ground, the spectators who witnessed these tragic scenes all wore looks of horror.

Amidst this chaos and fear, Qian Jia’s expression remained exceptionally calm, one might even say cold.

Perhaps she had long predicted this outcome, or perhaps she had already sealed her emotions off from it all.

"What’s going on with these masters? Why are they fighting to the death for Qian Jia? Are they all members of the Human Race Supremacy Association?"

"Obviously not.

The stream I was just watching had a camera angle that focused on some of those masters when they were still in the audience.

Their expressions went blank and dazed for a moment,

and then, one by one, they became calm and resolute before charging into the sky."

"Based on what the user above said, it sounds more like some kind of Spiritual Power control."

"That’s right, I think it’s Spiritual Power control too.

Didn’t Xiao Cangqing use two Holy Artifacts from the Vampire Clan that could bewilder people’s minds when he fought Uzi earlier?"

"This kind of attack is way too terrifying.

The masters didn’t even have time to react before they were turned into someone else’s puppets. It’s completely impossible to guard against.

Those few masters who fell from the sky... they’re probably deader than dead.

First they were critically injured, and then they slammed into the ground. Even a master probably couldn’t survive that."

"The members of the Human Race Supremacy Association look human, but they’re as cruel and cold as Evil Spirits."

There was no shortage of knowledgeable and clever viewers in the livestream chat.

By analyzing the footage and drawing on their past experiences,

they quickly discerned what had happened to these masters from the various Empires

that caused them to become like puppets, fighting to the death for a complete stranger.

"The Bodhisattva of Compassion, when practicing the profound Perfection of Wisdom, illuminated the five aggregates and saw that they are all empty, and he crossed beyond all suffering and difficulty.

O, Shariputra, form does not differ from emptiness; emptiness does not differ from form. Form itself is emptiness; emptiness itself is form. So too are feeling, perception, impulse, and consciousness.

O, Shariputra, all dharmas are empty of characteristics. They are not produced, not destroyed, not defiled, not pure, and they neither increase nor diminish..."

Beneath that sky, shrouded in haze and fraught with peril, the Bishop of the Bright Holy See stood on a high platform, his expression grave.

All around, masters from the various Empires fell from the void, one after another, like birds with broken wings.

Their figures streaked across the sky, filled with unwillingness and despair, tugging at the heartstrings of everyone present.

In this moment of despair, a transcendent Buddhist chant quietly arose.

The sound was melodious and profound, piercing through the heavy cloud cover to reach the softest part of the human heart.

This recitation of the Buddhist Scripture was utterly otherworldly. It was incomparably pure and full of compassion,

yet it also contained supreme wisdom and a formidable power that instantly purified the surrounding air,

dispelling all the malevolent auras lurking in the shadows.

As the sound continued to spread, dazzling golden Runes slowly coalesced in the void.

They spun lightly, like golden Butterflies given life, dancing gracefully across the sky

before slowly descending upon the unconscious masters.

These Runes shone with a warm and gentle light, as if they were incarnations of the Buddha’s mercy,

gently caressing every wound and gradually soothing the fear and confusion in their hearts.

These golden Buddhist Scripture Runes were not just a visual feast, but also a sweet dew for the soul.

They gently touched the masters whose minds had been bewildered by the evil power,

like a gentle spring breeze sweeping over a frozen field, awakening the purity and clarity deep within their hearts.

The masters opened their eyes one by one, the light of reason rekindled in their pupils.

They were shocked to find themselves covered in wounds, their clothes stained with blood.

Waves of sharp pain from all over their bodies reminded them of the terror and despair they had just experienced.

But what shocked them even more now was that the formless power that had once controlled their will had quietly vanished under the baptism of the Buddhist Scripture.

And the originator of all this, the white-robed monk known as Ming Chan,

was currently standing on an open patch of ground not far away.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his white robes whiter than snow, unstained by a single speck of dust.

With his hands pressed together before his chest and his lips slightly parted, endless Buddhist Power surged forth with every syllable he uttered,

transforming into myriad golden characters that swirled around him, forming a sacred and inviolable halo.

Although they didn’t know exactly what had happened,

these masters quickly came to their senses.

Realizing the situation was not good, they all quickly left the area.

Later, after others explained what had transpired, the masters’ faces turned incredibly grim.

They hadn’t sensed a thing when their Seas of Consciousness were invaded.

’That Qian Jia from the Human Race Supremacy Association... isn’t her power just too terrifying?’

’She only wanted to use us to block an attack.’

’If Qian Jia had wanted to kill us, it would have been effortless.’

"Thank you, Young Master Monk."

After learning the truth, the group of masters who had luckily survived immediately cupped their hands toward Ming Chan to express their gratitude.

’That damn monk is actually this strong.’

Xiao Cangqing gritted his teeth.

As someone who had his Sea of Consciousness invaded multiple times,

Xiao Cangqing naturally knew how traceless and difficult to deal with such Spiritual Power attacks were.

And yet, that young, white-robed monk had chanted a passage of Buddhist Scripture

and managed to free all the masters whose minds had been invaded.

’He must be another powerhouse in a class of his own.’

’I can’t believe a simple Martial Arts Academy ranking competition held on the Black Continent Grassland would smoke out so many incredible experts.’