bdsm-fiction Chapter 365 Transformation into a Divine Avatar, Bitterly Guiding the Monk
Chapter 365 Transformation into a Divine Avatar, Bitterly Guiding the Monk
Chapter 365 Transformation into a Divine Avatar, Bitterly Guiding the Monk
"Gentlemen, this journey to the ancient battlefield concerns the very survival and safety of the cultivation world of our Great Qing Dynasty."
Ji Yinglong stood above the clouds, his voice like rolling thunder sweeping across the desolate wilderness beyond the Black Mountain Secret Realm.
He looked down at the crowd below, his gaze sweeping across the faces of each Nascent Soul cultivator.
"I hope that you will put aside any grudges you may have against each other in the Black Mountain Secret Realm and the ancient battlefield."
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Ji Yinglong's tone became unusually serious.
"Unite as one, seize opportunities, and fight against external enemies."
Within the ancient battlefield, you must all obey the commands of Master Kudu of Vajra Temple. This is the decision made collectively by the eight of us great monks.
After Ji Yinglong finished speaking, he stepped back half a step to the side, giving up the center position.
He represents some of the most outstanding late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators in the Great Qing Realm.
The other old monsters from the major powers nodded in agreement, their expressions solemn, clearly indicating that this was no trivial matter.
All eyes turned to the monk named Kudu.
He looks too young.
His delicate face resembled that of a young man in his late teens or early twenties, with red lips and white teeth, and his skin had a sickly radiance.
He stood there dressed in a simple, moon-white monk's robe, like a pure white lotus untouched by the dust of the world.
It's hard to associate such an excessively handsome young monk with a commander who oversees everything.
Many cultivators exchanged glances privately, their eyes filled with doubt.
The high monks did not explain why they had chosen him.
Hu Mingyue stood in the crowd, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing her cuffs. She lowered her eyes, concealing the strange light swirling in her pupils.
She understood everything perfectly.
This Master Kudu is far more complex than he appears. He is most likely an avatar of a Nascent Soul cultivator who has personally descended upon this place.
The Mysterious Yin Fairy could no longer remain silent. The Nine Yin Demon Flames around her flickered slightly, and a chill permeated the surroundings.
"Let him manage everyone?"
Fairy Xuanyin took a step forward, her voice icy.
"The enmity between my Nine Yin Demon Flame lineage and the Vajra Temple should be clear to you fellow Daoists."
She turned to look at Ji Yinglong.
"I am worried that the Vajra Temple will use its position for personal gain, which would be detrimental to our disciples."
Ji Yinglong didn't even lift his eyelids.
"This is a decision we made together. It concerns the survival of the Great Azure Realm. If your Nine Yin lineage disagrees, we can settle this with a martial arts contest. Can you defeat the seven of us working together?"
His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable weight.
In recent years, Ji Yinglong has been unable to find a way to make a move against Fairy Xuanyin. This time, the Black Mountain Secret Realm is a good opportunity. However, he needs to suppress Fairy Xuanyin's lineage first to expose its weaknesses before he can bring her into his fold.
The Fairy of Mystic Sounds was speechless.
She looked around and found that the other late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were all expressionless, and some even had a warning look in their eyes.
She couldn't contend with such a powerful will.
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her anger, and nodded in acquiescence.
She subtly moved her fingers.
Three subtle sound transmissions entered the ears of Chen Yi, Ning Bu'er, and Hu Mingyue respectively.
"Be careful in everything you do. Those bald monks at the Vajra Temple are ruthless and vicious."
Chen Yi tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering on Kudu for half a second.
He soon received instructions from Fairy Xuanyin.
"It's alright, I'll handle it."
Chen Yi's reply was brief and calm.
He was silently activating his senses, trying to discern the cause and effect of the young monk's actions.
The feedback was nothingness. There was no past, no future, and even the sense of existence in the present moment seemed extremely thin.
Chen Yi withdrew his gaze, already ninety percent certain in his heart.
This person's cultivation level has already surpassed the limits of the Nascent Soul stage. If this monk is truly the Nascent Soul master behind the Vajra Temple...
Therefore, Chen Yi must keep several backup plans.
He intervened twice, thwarting both Xuan Gang and Kong Xing's schemes against him. This most likely disrupted the mastermind's plans.
Traveling with the opponent's Nascent Soul avatar now is tantamount to seeking help from a tiger. The best course of action is to find an opportunity to break away from the main group and act alone.
But under the watchful eyes of many, even if the other party wanted to make a move, they would have some reservations.
Soon, everyone began to flee towards the Black Mountain Secret Realm.
The dozens of Nascent Soul stage cultivators were all pillars of the major forces in the Great Qing Realm, with more than half of them being mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivators.
This includes many exceptionally talented newcomers.
The group traversed the Black Mountain Secret Realm and headed straight for its edge.
The entrance to the ancient battlefield is just ahead.
It was a distorted spatial rift, where the laws were in complete chaos.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is like a pot of boiling oil, colliding and extinguishing each other wildly.
Using magic or supernatural powers here would be like a spark falling into a pot of boiling oil, instantly attracting a frenzied attack from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This time, the entrance was much wider than before.
It is large enough to accommodate cultivators in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm without them having to worry about being instantly torn apart by spatial turbulence.
"The environment here is more conducive to physical cultivation."
Ji Yuanhong, the second elder of the Ji family, spoke up.
He was Ji Mingyuan's father, a burly man with muscles like cast steel, whose every step carried a heavy sense of oppression.
Chaotic celestial secrets, boundless spiritual power.
Various elements of the universe intertwine to form a magnificent yet dangerous rainbow, blocking the way forward.
The ascetic monk walked at the very front.
He had a smile on his face and walked with ease.
The spiritual energy fluctuations that were enough to severely injure a Nascent Soul cultivator were repelled by an invisible force when they approached his body within inches.
He did not use any hand seals or magical artifacts.
This performance already puts him far ahead of the other Nascent Soul cultivators present.
Chen Yi followed in the crowd, his pupils slightly contracted.
This understanding and manipulation of the workings of nature is truly perfect.
He could even sense that in the places where Kudu had passed, the chaotic laws had instantly become docile.
If this person really is the mastermind behind it all.
Chen Yi silently considered several escape plans in his mind.
At first, many uninformed monks resisted the instructions of the ascetic.
After all, they were all powerful figures in their respective regions, accustomed to giving orders.
But the moment they entered the ancient battlefield, everyone's discontent vanished.
The dense, chaotic spiritual energy was suffocating. The flow of magical power through the meridians became abnormally sluggish.
No one dared to use magic casually, for fear of getting burned.
The opportunities here are mostly remnants of the fierce battle between the Nascent Soul True Monarchs and Nascent Soul Heavenly Monarchs tens of thousands of years ago. Every remnant exudes a chilling lingering power.
The group of cultivators from the Great Qing Realm stopped shortly after they ventured deeper into the area.
A vast frozen lake appeared ahead. Its surface was an eerie deep blue, as if it could freeze one's soul.
In the center of the frozen lake, a fist-sized ice crystal floats.
The chill of the entire frozen lake seemed to emanate from this ice crystal.
Fifth-tier material, Mystic Ice Marrow.
Someone gasped in surprise, their eyes filled with greed.
But no one dared to step forward.
Several transparent ice beasts, exuding a powerful aura, swam around the frozen lake.
More importantly, the temperature here is terrifyingly low.
If a normal mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator doesn't use their magic to protect themselves, they will be frozen into an ice sculpture before they can even reach the center of the lake.
Using magic in such a place is tantamount to suicide.
"Everyone, do as I say."
The voice of the Bitter Du rang in everyone's ears, clear and gentle.
He looked at several of the monks.
"Fellow Daoist Li, activate your Mother-Child Mysterious Gold Rings and position them in the Qian Palace."
Fellow Daoist Zhao, use your Soul-Searching Needle to seal the Kun position.
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He named more than a dozen people in one breath.
He knew everything about each person's magical treasures, their signature techniques, and even the talismans they carried.
Chen Yi noticed that the task allocation for the hardship was extremely ingenious.
He arranged and combined the powers of different attributes in a series of complex ways.
This combination perfectly avoids the sensitive points of the natural order.
"Let's do it."
Kudu gave the order.
More than a dozen magical treasures were unleashed at the same time.
There was no spiritual energy disturbance as expected.
These forces intertwined in the air to form a fine net, precisely avoiding the tentacles of the laws.
The ice beasts guarding the frozen lake didn't even have time to roar before their cores were precisely destroyed by these magical artifacts.
With a flick of his sleeve, Kudu unleashed a gentle force that swept across the lake's surface.
The Xuanbing Marrow flashed with a blue light and landed steadily in his hand.
The entire process was smooth and natural, without causing any backlash from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This is the first time.
The way everyone looked at Kudu finally changed completely.
The second time, the Bodhi tree that had attained enlightenment stood quietly.
More than a decade ago, Chen Yi and others ventured into this ancient secret realm, and at that time they made a difficult journey to reach the Vajra Bodhi Enlightenment Tree.
The illusion of that time was so profound and unfathomable that it blocked the path of countless seekers.
At this moment, the arrival of Master Kudu was like a gentle breeze sweeping away the dust.
He clasped his hands together, walked with ease, as if strolling leisurely, and stepped straight into the depths of the illusion.
The illusionary barrier was useless to him.
He reappeared just moments later. When he returned for the second time to lead the group inside, he simply waved his hand dismissively.
The illusion vanished instantly, like clouds scattered by a strong wind.
This scene moved all the cultivators present.
The methods Master Kudu has demonstrated far surpass those of Chen Yi back then.
Back then, Chen Yi relied on his keen perception of heaven and earth and his penetrating spiritual eye to carefully guide Ning Bu'er through the illusion, going in and out.
Master Kudu, however, single-handedly wiped out the entire illusion.
He led all the cultivators to the Bodhi tree of enlightenment without any hindrance, allowing everyone to share the profound meaning of enlightenment that permeated the place.
In an instant, dozens of cultivators from the Qing Dynasty's cultivation world sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree.
They closed their eyes and concentrated, immersing themselves in the vibrant greenery that inspired enlightenment.
The lush greenery washed over them, cleansing their souls and nourishing their spiritual foundation.
The bottlenecks in many supernatural powers and spells were quietly loosened at this moment, and each one made considerable progress.
The air was filled with the subtle sounds of spiritual energy flowing, and the occasional suppressed gasps of surprise from the cultivators.
Chen Yi did not rush to enter a meditative state.
He lowered his eyes slightly, and a spiritual sense, imperceptible to ordinary people, quietly spread out.
He was aware of everything around him, and the actions of the Master of Bitter Salvation were always the focus of his attention.
He caught a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation.
When Master Kudu first entered the illusion, he was not merely scouting the way.
He once quietly reached the top of the Bodhi tree and took two golden Bodhi fruits into his possession.
It is not merely a fruit, but a manifestation of the true meaning of enlightenment found here.
In addition, the most essential part of the true meaning of enlightenment in this area was also secretly absorbed and integrated into Master Kudu's own body in a hidden way.
After completing all this, he calmly stepped out and led everyone over.
Chen Yi guessed that Master Kudu had accomplished all of this in a very short time.
Such efficiency and secrecy silently demonstrate its extraordinary power.
The power of the Master of Bitter Salvation is beyond most people's imagination.
Chen Yi wondered to himself what level Master Kudu's Buddhist cultivation had reached.
He showed no abnormality; he simply chose a spot and sat down cross-legged, just like any other person.
He closed his eyes, savoring the refreshing greenery, while at the same time, his sense of vigilance tightened even more.
What he didn't know was that Master Kudu was practicing the lineage of the Vajra Temple.
The Vajra Bodhi Tree here originates from the core relics left behind by the lineage's patriarch tens of thousands of years ago after his passing.
Therefore, when Master Kudu entered this place, it was truly as if he had returned to his own home, without any hindrance, and everything was under his control.
This is the fundamental reason why he was able to easily break through the illusion and silently collect the treasure.
A day flies by, immersed in the verdant greenery of Wudao.
As night fell and the stars twinkled, everyone gradually awoke from their meditation.
On everyone's faces was an undisguised joy and satisfaction. They felt the surging spiritual energy within their bodies and a deeper understanding of the Dao.
As they were leaving, an even more astonishing scene unfolded before the eyes of all the monks.
Master Kudu clasped his hands together, and golden light suddenly burst forth from his body.
The golden light was not dazzling, but it carried a sense of solemnity and holiness.
From his mouth, the true meaning of Buddhist teachings flowed forth like a tide, endlessly.
The secret realm illusion that he had originally dissipated with a wave of his hand gradually reformed under the nourishment of the true meaning of the Buddha's words.
Space fluctuated, laws intertwined, and the outline of the illusion gradually became clear, eventually returning to its original state.
This scene caused all the cultivators present to show an expression of disbelief and astonishment.
The ancient battlefield secret realm, regarded as a monstrous flood and avoided by all cultivators, was opened and closed at will by Master Kudu, just like his own array.
This level of control has surpassed their understanding of "power".
For a time, compliments and praises for Master Kudu rose and fell incessantly.
The eyes of many monks were filled with fanaticism and worship.
They all spoke up, expressing their reverence for Master Kudu.
Many cultivators immediately resolved to diligently follow Master Kudu, to make their own way in this ancient battlefield, and to seize their own opportunities.
Some cultivators even knelt down, speaking earnestly, offering to hand over half of their gains from this expedition to Master Kudu in exchange for the master's personal guidance and protection from beginning to end.
Chen Yi simply watched all of this quietly, his face expressionless.
Hu Mingyue and Ning Bu'er, who were beside him, also remained silent.
The more powerful Master Kudu became, the more wary Chen Yi became.