Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 54 - 54 46 Red Dragon dharma form

54: Chapter 46 Red Dragon dharma form 54: Chapter 46 Red Dragon dharma form The once luxurious venue was in shambles, with attendants dizzy on the ground, servants climbing out windows, and outside were the Imperial Guards glancing around, even the death-defying spectators were peeking from a distance.

Protector Qianfeng struggled to her feet, her spirit light dissipating from her body, and within a few breaths, her injuries had healed, releasing an aura many times stronger than before.

Mana inflated like a balloon, expanding a hundredfold in an instant.

Before Gu Wen could react, a faint hum sounded mysteriously in the void, and the world pulsated with an odd ripple.

It seemed as if in the void countless needles existed, and once the aura expanded to a certain point, it would burst, causing Protector Qianfeng’s aura to weaken, her face pale, yet her body fully recovered.

Was this the so-called fate of Immortal Land?

It was Gu Wen’s first time witnessing such a bizarre scene, when any power exerted beyond a certain threshold was suppressed.

Judging by her complexion, this suppression seemed harmful; her body unharmed but her essence severely diminished.

Protector Qianfeng offered no explanations, her spirit light continuing to dissipate, and Gu Wen didn’t inquire.

In life-and-death combat, one must stabilize their energy in their core, as victory or defeat often hinged on a moment.

Suddenly, a crisp voice rang out.

“Protector, you should step back.

The pills of the Zhao family’s ninth son are not worth your life.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Protector Qianfeng with a bowed back slowly left, assisted by Yang Shanyu, as both exited the stage.

Gu Wen didn’t try to stop them; instead, he turned and headed up the stairs, straight to the sixth floor.

Robbery must be quick; killing was secondary.

As Gu Wen reached the fifth floor, he again smelled that faint fragrance, the bell-like voice sounding once more.

“Fellow Daoist, is such a furious demeanor just for a batch of pills?”

Her voice, as always, was soft and enticing, carrying a power that scratched at one’s mind.

The air was filled with perfume with certain medicinal properties, even the reflections from behind the curtains of the doors seemed profound.

“Being a monk, I seek wealth but do not harm lives.

Fellow Daoist, would you fight to the death for the pills of the Zhao family’s ninth son?”

Gu Wen retorted, then cleared his mind with his jade sword, step by step he moved towards the sixth floor, the voice in his ears never ceasing, the images in his mind being slashed again and again.

Though harmless to him, it was pervasive, seemingly endless.

Familiar thoughts arose, as if seeing a beauty in a past life, deciding on a child’s name, the simplest yet most treacherous seduction.

Gain favor first, then lead their thoughts.

When the heart lingers, it moves inevitably.

“Entrusted by others, naturally I must fulfill my duty completely.

Moreover, Fellow Daoist, how do you warrant me conceding immediately upon arrival?”

Lu Chan’s voice turned slightly cold, the dimly lit corridor blooming with spirit light.

An array?

Gu Wen glanced briefly, his body shooting forward like a cannonball.

A golden light emerged, his body heavy as if weighed down, crushing the floor as he stepped.

The corridor’s curtains suddenly moved as if alive, twisting into thick needle-like tendrils that thrust violently toward him.

His long spear swept across, the curtain swallowed by the spear’s aura, feeling no resistance as if striking nothing.

An illusion technique?

More needle-like tendrils attacked, the corridor around him expanding, one meter, two meters, three meters…

up to ten meters.

He seemed to be standing on Dragon Bridge Avenue, curtains continuously falling from the Nine Heavens.

He stopped his long spear, as the needle-like tendrils passed through him, confirming he’d fallen into an illusion.

This was expected, for a Fox Fairy ranked fifth on the earth list, it’d be uninteresting if she couldn’t trap him.

A chilly wind brushed his stomach, and Gu Wen, who had stopped, suddenly moved his spear again.

Clang!

A needle-like tendril was shattered.

Fake mixed with real, as dreamy as an illusion.

Gu Wen asked, “Is this an Array?”

“Of course, have you never learned?” Lu Chan, seeing Gu Wen with no countermeasures, was quite surprised but not too much so.

“Miscellaneous studies after all remain so.

Military might may be strong, focusing too heavily on breaking all techniques with brute force, extreme emphasis on the apex of military arts isn’t beneficial.

Just as in Broken Sword Mountain, and the same goes for other schools.

Today, I shall teach you a lesson.”

Her words were barely finished when the ground surged with golden light, transforming into cutting blades.

His spear shattered the blades, more Golden Light Blades condensed in the emptiness, and numerous chains like pythons twisted around his limbs.

Gu Wen swept his Flame Spear like fire from the abyss, where it passed, the Golden Light Blades brittle as glass, and the shackles at his feet not unbreakable, handily snapped by him.

Yet more appeared, inexhaustible, matching Gu Wen’s pace, accumulating cuts on his flesh, several deadly strikes blocked by his Daoist Skill.

Injuries many, yet not reaching to the bone; blood plentiful, yet not to the point of deficit.

Is this the fifth rank on the Earth list?

Gu Wen felt a hint of danger, different from Hee Huan, Lu Chan was thoroughly overwhelming him in the fields of arrays and Illusion Technique, leaving him virtually without means of counterattack.

But why should I contest with her in arrays?

Controlling the array, Lu Chan said leisurely,

“Array users borrow the advantage of heaven and earth, leveraging a mere four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

Here, the west sits as the Qian trigram and the building of red cedar belongs to the Li trigram; metal and fire together, thus setting up the Gold Fire Qian Li Array.

It can kill enemies or trap people.

If you wish to escape, you would need a thousand-pound force to overturn these four ounces.”

“Or do you also understand arrays, to perceive the life gate of this Gold Fire Qian Li Array?

But in the art of arrays, are you qualified to compete with me?”

All things generate and inhibit each other, no law in the world is perfect, arrays that use four ounces to move a thousand pounds must allow the existence of a weak life gate.

However, masters of arrays often won’t let others discern their secrets, not everyone understands arrays.

“I have learned.”

A calm voice came through, causing Lu Chan to pause; she was merely revealing some common knowledge.

Could he possibly see through the array right here?

“This spear is named ‘Flame’.”

Gu Wen’s palm held the spear aura like blazing fire, rising a yard tall, and Red Scale emerged within the fire, its scales lightly grazing and shattering the gold light, chains inch by inch breaking, specks of golden light falling.

A red dragon.

A crimson dragon coiled around Gu Wen, its claws clamping onto his shoulders, sinking deeply into his flesh.

The Flame Spear God Dharma Form unveiled, surrounding them in an endless deadly silence.

“A….Dharma form!?”

Lu Chan slowly uttered these two words, more incredulous than before.

Creatures compete, thus creating various ranks; those who attain divine martial insight might be disciples of a certain martial lineage, and might even in the future achieve the level of transcending the secular and harmonizing with the Dao.

This is merely a standard to enter the Immortal Land; above geniuses are prodigies, and above prodigies, are the invincibles.

The ultimate completion of martial cultivation is encapsulated in the concept of dharma form; with a dharma form, one can claim to be at the pinnacle of this path.

The highest peak of martial cultivation exhibited through the dharma form, possessing it even before reaching the pinnacle, without this form, one’s ultimate achievements in martial cultivation can’t surpass others.

Such individuals are almost always the pioneering ancestors in the major martial familial temples.

Who is he?

She had never heard of a prodigy within martial families that possessed a dharma form.

Gu Wen advanced, spear in hand, step by step, the array already crushed by the immense force of the red dragon.

His foundation at the Second Level, his mana tilting.

This spear, he was testing his own strength.

After lying dormant for five years, soaring high was not just a moment of bravado, but a breaking free from all shackles.

One spear disperses ten thousand skills, extinguishing laws, and life alike.

The illusion dissipated, the hallway in front was torn apart by the spear force, a corner wall disappearing some dozens of steps away, revealing a gaping hole wide enough for two to jump through.

The lights of Dragon Bridge shone in from outside.

“Cough…”

Above on the sixth floor, Lu Chan coughed up blood, almost crying out in alarm, “Bald Donkey, how long are you going to watch?”

“Amitabha Buddha, do not panic, Mr.

Lu.”

A burly monk leaped from afar, landing at the door, a rosacea nose, lips greasy, and a bit of meat stuck between his teeth.

Footsteps echoed up the staircase, a murderous aura surging like a tsunami from the dark stairway.

A massive dragon claw suddenly extended, the Dragon Head slowly emerging, a thirty-yard long dragon body unfolding in the night sky, overlooking the entirety of Dragon Bridge and even Bianjing, unseen by mortals, causing cultivators to recoil instinctively.

Numerous hidden cultivators looked up at the sight of the red dragon dharma form, all going pale.

With a hat, masked, in black attire, holding a spear, and with his robe stained red from his wounds fluttering in the wind.

Gu Wen ascended to the rooftop, the Flame Spear sweeping, turning half of the night sky blood-red.

He spoke coldly, “Your array and Illusion Technique are inferior to the Flame Spear; you have lost, Lu Chan, sixth rank of the Earth list.”

His calm voice carried through the night breeze into the room, Lu Chan’s exquisite face tense, her lips bitten until they bled.

A great shame, a great shame!

The Bald Monk widened his eyes, sweating coldly.

My Tathagata Buddha, is this truly a martial dharma form?!

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