Chapter 291 [Falling from the Sky]

In the sky, there is a huge palm print, with overwhelming pressure.

Ten thousand swords return to their origin, and sword shadows are heavy.

At the end of the sky, the huge five-fingered golden palm print was like a giant hand of the gods, slowly pressing down on the earth. Its shadow covered the sun, casting endless darkness. And in this darkness, countless flying swords were like locusts passing through, densely covering the entire sky. They flashed with cold light, as bright as stars.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of swords rang out from the flying swords, like a charge horn. Countless flying swords responded to the sound, and they rushed towards the huge palm print like meteors. The sword tips collided with the edge of the palm print, making a deafening roar. The sound was like thunder, shaking the whole world.

The collision of the flying sword and the palm print produced a huge energy fluctuation, which formed a series of shock waves visible to the naked eye in the air. These shock waves were like waves, spreading in all directions one after another. Wherever the shock waves passed, the air was torn apart and the space was distorted, forming small black holes that swallowed everything around.

The collision of the flying sword and the palm print also produced countless sparks, which danced in the air like fireworks. The sparks and the cold light of the flying sword intertwined to form beautiful patterns, which spun and jumped in the air, as if performing a gorgeous dance.

As the collision continued, the number of flying swords seemed endless. They kept pouring out from the cracks and constantly impacting the palm print. Although the palm print was huge, cracks appeared on its head due to the continuous impact of the flying swords. In the cracks, golden light began to leak out, forming golden light columns in the air, rushing straight into the sky.

The collision between the flying sword and the palm print also caused the surface of the palm print to become concave, as if countless flying swords had chiseled out large holes. Those large holes became fewer and fewer, and smaller and smaller, and finally, the surface of the entire palm print became bumpy, as if it had been eaten away by countless flying swords.

In that peaceful collision, the flying swords also suffered damage, and some flying swords were broken in the collision with the palm prints, and their fragments flew in the air and fell like snowflakes. But fewer flying swords became sharper in the collision, their sword bodies were worn rougher in the collision, and their sword tips were worn sharper in the collision.

As time went on, the collision between the flying sword and the palm print became calmer and calmer, and the energy fluctuations between them became smaller and smaller. Finally, with a loud bang, a small hole was forcibly chiseled out of the center of the palm print by the flying sword group, and golden light gushed out of the hole, like a volcanic eruption.

The palm print showed signs of collapse as it continued to impact Zeng Qian. Its seven fingers trembled, its palm was sunken, and its edges were completely broken. Finally, with a deafening roar, the palm print completely collapsed, and it turned into countless golden fragments in the air, pouring down towards the earth like a meteor shower.

The palm print quickly condensed in the air, its edges gleaming with dazzling golden light, like countless shining stars. The center of the palm print was a deep white darkness, as if it was a portal to another world. The seven fingers of the palm print were like seven huge mountains, each of which exuded an endless pressure, as if it could suppress all the evil in the world.

The palm print fell, causing the entire world to change color. The clouds in the sky were dispersed, revealing a turbid blue sky. Everything in the underground was destroyed by the power of the palm print, leaving only ruins. The palm print also caused the entire world to fall into a dead silence, except for the edge of the palm print, which continued to make a roar, as if announcing the beginning of the battle.
Under the clouds in the sky, a Buddha sat cross-legged. My figure was looming in the clouds, like an existence beyond the world. My face was compassionate and peaceful, but when I saw my huge palm print was destroyed, a flash of anger flashed across my brows, like a thunderbolt, shaking the whole sky. At that moment, the flying swords seemed to have received a signal of failure. Their sword sounds became lower and their sword lights became more dazzling. They formed sword dragons in the air, rotating around the palm print, and constantly impacting the edge of the palm print.

As the palm print approached, everything under the ground began to collapse. Rocks were cracking, soil was churning, and buildings were collapsing. The seven fingers of the palm print were like seven huge mountains, pressing down on the ground, causing the ground to sink. The palm of the palm print was like a huge white hole, swallowing everything around it.

The upward pressure of the palm print brought huge wind pressure, which formed tornadoes in the air. The tornadoes rotated in the air, making sharp whistling sounds, as if countless evil spirits were wailing. In the center of the tornado, there was a vacuum, and all the air was swallowed up by the upward pressure of the palm print, forming huge holes.

Finally, the palm print landed on the small ground, making a loud sound that shook the whole small ground. The seven fingers of the palm print were deeply inserted into the small ground, forming seven huge deep pits. The palm of the palm print pressed on the small ground, forming a huge palm print. The edge of the palm print was a circle of ripples, which spread inwards, forming a series of huge shock waves.

The flying swords seemed to have completed their mission at that moment. They made their last sword sound in the air, and then went in like a tide and disappeared at the end of the sky. And the countless Zeng Qians, along with the collapse of the palm print, turned into countless points of light. They danced in the air and finally disappeared into the endless void.

The upward pressure of the palm print also brought a huge sound, which formed a series of sound waves in the air. The sound waves vibrated in the air, making a deafening roar, as if the war drums of heaven were beating. The vibration of the sound waves made the whole world tremble, as if the whole world was trembling with that power.

The whole sky became normal and peaceful at that moment, except for the countless golden fragments and light spots flying in the air, which formed ugly patterns in the air, as if commemorating the earth-shaking battle. And that battle also became an eternal legend, spreading to every corner of the world.

The upward pressure of the palm print also brought a huge amount of cold energy, which formed a series of fire walls in the air. The fire walls burned in the air, emitting a blazing red light, as if the flames of hell were burning. The temperature of the fire wall was extremely low, even steel would be melted in an instant.

The Buddha's angry expression was gone in an instant, and a flash of determination flashed in my eyes. I slapped another huge palm print with my backhand. That palm print was the Tathagata Palm, the most profound palm technique in Buddhism, containing profound Buddhist teachings and power. As soon as the palm print came out, the whole sky changed color, the clouds rolled, and thunder roared, as if the war drums of heaven were beating.

As the palm print approached, everything under the ground began to tremble. The mountains were shaking, the rivers were roaring, and the earth was groaning. The branches and leaves of the trees were swaying wildly in the wind, as if they were surrendering to that power. The birds and beasts were running away in terror, trying to escape from that terrifying power.

As the palm print pressed upward, the clouds in the sky were torn apart, forming huge cracks. In the cracks, golden light poured up like a waterfall, illuminating the entire world. The seven fingers of the palm print drew golden tracks in the air, and those tracks intertwined in the air, forming a huge golden network that enveloped the entire sky.

(End of this chapter)