Chapter 542: Victory or Defeat

The wind rolled the bloody scent up from the foot of the mountain.

Lu Wushuang held her breath.

"Venerable... Bodhidharma?"

Even without seeing Bodhidharma's portrait, she could recognize the identity of the remnant corpse... besides Bodhidharma, no one else could appear in Izumo Taisha in this state and be able to injure Li Miao to this extent.

On the surface, Li Miao is currently Four-Path Unified. But in reality, he has two paths of *Xuanlan* on him, and under the same realm, besides an out-of-spec opponent like Zheng Anqi Sheng, there is probably no one else who can compete with him.

But from the flip side, just a broken and decaying corpse, sealed in a statue for a thousand years, having lost its sanity and the wonders of the three paths of Life Cultivation, could still make Li Miao fall into a bitter battle—this Venerable Bodhidharma, in his lifetime, was likely not just Six-Path Unified.

He might have already climbed to a realm above Heaven-Man.

He himself represented the end of martial arts, and he himself was the symbol of the most prosperous period of martial arts. If Master Zhang Sanfeng had not appeared, people would even classify his deeds as stories from strange tales of gods and ghosts.

Lu Wushuang dared not make a sound.

She was also a martial artist, and how could she not have thought about whether she could compete with those legendary geniuses if she were born when Life Cultivation had not been lost and martial arts were flourishing?

As if time had reversed, the Buddha from a thousand years ago was about to fight a life-and-death battle with the strongest person in the world a thousand years later.

And she was the only audience.

She had to see clearly and remember everything.

The first breath after Li Miao set up his boxing stance.

Lu Wushuang suddenly felt cold all over, her *Zhou Tian* stopped on its own, and her instincts pumped a scream toward her legs: "Run!!!"

She saw a sea of blood rolling toward her. In the sea of blood, countless white bones floated, countless wronged souls were rolled, wailing and screaming, reaching out with rotten claws toward her, showing her resentful and wild laughter.

Lu Wushuang's eyes blurred, and suddenly, the sea of blood disappeared, as if it were just her hallucination. But when she placed her gaze on Li Miao again, the sea of blood appeared faintly.

The prototype of "Jizhao."

The result of Li Miao's own deduction was not enough to make him achieve the Fifth Path Realm, but it was already enough to affect the opponent's senses, and it was also proof that he was using his full strength.

At the same time, Bodhidharma's remnant corpse also showed some abnormalities.

It trembled.

Just like a person in deep sleep, suddenly pricked by something, although not awake, it instinctively reacted.

It slowly raised both hands, palms up, right hand pressing on the left, both thumbs pointing at each other to form a circle, overlapping on the abdomen.

"Dhyana Mudra."

Lu Wushuang thought to herself.

This is one of the "Five Mudras of Shakyamuni" in Buddhism, symbolizing purity, focus, and wisdom.

"But why would Bodhidharma's remnant corpse form this mudra?"

"The Dhyana Mudra is mostly used for meditation and has nothing to do with fighting. Among the Shaolin ultimate techniques, there are many martial arts related to the other four mudras, but only the Dhyana Mudra has no related moves. Facing the Master's momentum, why would it suddenly display this hand mudra?"

While Lu Wushuang was pondering, she suddenly heard Li Miao laugh.

"I knew it!"

"Good, good, good!"

"This is the opponent I've been waiting for, this is the opponent I want!"

Lu Wushuang strangely turned her gaze back to Bodhidharma's remnant corpse, but was suddenly stunned.

She saw an eye.

A turbid eye, with its pupil already dissipated, without any spirit, yet looking at it made one's heart suddenly calm down.

On the face of Bodhidharma's remnant corpse, the remaining eye opened and looked at Li Miao.

And with the opening of this eye, the wounds on the remnant corpse that were bleeding also suddenly stopped bleeding, the skin closed in an extremely bizarre way, hiding the wounds without healing. At the same time, a luster like gold appeared on the skin of the remnant corpse.

"Xuanlan, connecting with Vajra!"

Li Miao smiled.

"This is your Xuanlan—【Flawless】!"

"Anything else!"

There was more. ===== CHAPTER 543 =====