Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 772 - 58: Peace Across the Land! (1)_2

She truly saw it.

So many top masters of this era, including those like Lu Shanjun in the Dao Entrance Realm, couldn't see Duncan's spiritual projection, yet a kind mother stuck at the threshold of the Dao Entrance Realm could actually see his soul shadow.

Duncan curiously asked, "What else did you see?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the kind mother humbly replied, "Golden Throne... Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea... a orderly pure land born from slaughter..."

Born High Priest!

If the kind mother before him were in another world, she might directly become a Divine Chosen.

No.

The kind mother of the Ming religion is inherently a representative of the Divine Spirit, just limited by the World Law, not possessing the powerful strength and authority of the Divine Chosen.

No wonder her spiritual power is so strong!

This kind mother wants to change allegiance, directly serving under Duncan, becoming a Priest who serves him in body, mind, and soul.

Duncan displayed a slightly intrigued expression, saying slowly, "Do you wish to become an Angel?"

Angel.

Upon hearing these words, the kind mother understood.

The Ming religion was passed down from Persia, naturally aware of some Western affairs. The word Angel is equivalent to a Divine messenger, also what she pursues, a secondary entity just below the True God, eternally immortal.

Duncan continued, "If you truly wish to follow me eternally, I will take your soul."

"Not entering the six paths of reincarnation of this world."

"You must think it over."

The voluptuous and alluring image of the kind mother continued to tremble, speaking with difficulty, "Everything is decided by your lordship."

No matter how Ming religion's practices are cultivated, they rely on the power of Ming religion's many gods, even if Five Mingzi reached the limit, it would be no more than the position of an Otherworld Divine Envoy; the Ming Venerable cannot replace the Great Ming Venerable Spirit, nor can the kind mother become the true Divine Mother Spirit. The Ming religion has not had many top masters in the Dao Entrance Realm over many years due to the inherent limitations of their practices.

No martial arts could become the Maitreya Buddha.

The Unrepentant Monk only dared to dream of attaining an Arhat Fruit Position.

In Western terms, they are a combination of Priests and Priests. High-tier Legendary is already the limit; beyond it depends entirely on the Divine Spirit's gifts.

Duncan gazed into the kind mother's eyes, imprinting a spiritual mark into her body.

The kind mother offered no resistance, released her spiritual force field, allowing Duncan to engrave his mark, even feeling an illusion as if her soul was being burned by the sun.

First, imprint a mark; whether to take the kind mother's soul could be decided later.

Her talent is wasted in the East; if in the Western realms, she would likely become a strong Divine Chosen level entity.

The kind mother's expression turned to wild joy; she excitedly stood up, her voluptuous figure trembling lightly, then gazed at Duncan's calm eyes, gradually restoring clarity, a modest and alluring smile emerging, no longer carrying the demeanor of a Ming religion Saintess, but more like a pleasing female servant, softly saying, "Has your lordship practiced the supreme Yoga technique?"

The Ming religion had also entered the Western Regions but failed to establish a foothold.

Duncan gently shook his head, saying, "It is the Great Love Sutra of the Western Regions' Demon Monk. You should know him."

Upon hearing this, the kind mother immediately recalled who it was, Jiu Mo Luye, the Demon Monk who proposed exchanging Secret Techniques for a look at the "Wisdom Sutra of the Origin of All Laws."

The voluptuous and alluring woman before him knelt on the ground, lifted her pretty head, her face filled with exotic charm showing some anticipation, cautiously saying, "Does your lordship wish to practice through sleeping together? I have also comprehended some supreme Yoga techniques."

Food delivered to the mouth, let's first taste how it is.

Duncan's expression remained as still as an ancient well, but deep within his eyes, there was a trace of demonic flame and desire; the voluptuous and alluring kind mother mastered both Eastern and Western Secret Techniques, appearing dignified like a Saintess of the Ming religion during missionary work, yet at this moment, she presented a different image — the marvelous use of spiritual Secret Techniques, an art of disturbing hearts and minds.

Upon hearing this, he patted his thigh, and the kind mother's voluptuous and alluring figure displayed a light frivolous and alluring smile, enticing like a seductive Huji, her posture lithely seated on his thigh; in the next moment, her expression returned to dignified compassion, akin to a Ming religion's Saintess, sincerely serving the Divine Spirit.

Another demonic character indeed.

But it doesn't matter.

Duncan was never short of demons and monsters by his side; he is a demon among demons himself.

The five fingers sank into a voluptuous allure, even requiring gentle prying; indeed, a relic of the flourishing Tang dynasty, mature and beautiful like Yang Yuhuan.

Duncan's approach to people has always been two-fold.

Speaks of righteousness with gentlemen, talks of profit with scoundrels.

He also unreservedly enjoyed the kind mother's voluptuous and enchanting allure, indulging heartily; her skin, akin to silk, was the so-called porcelain white of later generations, statuesque figure filled with exotic charm, delicate and curvaceous, with just a palm lift, achieving swift action.

The kind mother knitted her brows lightly, paused breathing, sighed softly, voice trembling, "Please, your lordship, show mercy."

Duncan remained unmoved, only asking, "How many followers does the Ming religion have now?"

The kind mother paused momentarily, softly replied, "There are tens of thousands in number."

"But most are ordinary people."

"If an uprising began, those usable in number would be about three thousand. Shall I call them back?"

Indeed a great demonic sect.

Among the schools of this world's martial society, many have only a few dozen members; inside the demonic sect, those with thousands of official followers are extremely few.

The martial society assembly might seem vast, but many are just a group of struggling lower-class citizens.

Duncan shook his head, stretched his arms, waist and horse unified, calmly said, "No need."

"Have your men infiltrate Southern Tang, Shu lands."

"They will have their use in the future."

To destroy Southern Han, he didn't need that many people; actions must shake the very world, initiations across four directions, directly seeking an opportunity for one decisive blow.