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Chapter 436 After August, Body Refinement, Spirit Child - Mahasthamaprapta, Boundless Palace (4000)

After carefully examining the refined corpse containing dragon blood and confirming that there were no errors, Zhang Yuanzhu...

He then waved his sleeve and collected the refined corpse along with the coffin.

Immediately, he flipped his hand and took out a jade slip containing the body-refining technique "Nine Tribulations Thunder Body" to read.

While watching the final stage of the Body Refining Technique—Tempering the Spiritual Platform—he pondered the details that needed attention.

Compared to tempering one's spiritual consciousness, tempering one's spiritual platform with the help of the thunder of heaven and earth is even more dangerous and lasts for ten months. If there is any slight mistake, one's foundation will be damaged. Otherwise, he would not have set up one hundred and eight great formations to protect himself.

Time passed second by second, and the contents recorded in the jade slip were read through.

He lowered his hand, placed the jade slip aside, looked up at the sky, where thick dark clouds and rumbling thunder could be seen.

Slowly raise both hands, forming a lightning-summoning hand seal, and whisper:
"let's start!"

Boom!

The lightning struck down like a spear, instantly engulfing the crimson shadow.

Boom boom boom~
Bolts of lightning struck relentlessly, shattering the palace and causing the crystal-clear earth to melt.

At the heart of the thunderstorm, the crimson figure remained unchanged, with streaks of lightning penetrating deeper into its body from the outside in.

Skin, flesh, bones, internal organs, and even the dantian (lower abdomen).

Crackling~
Strands of azure lightning appeared from all directions, coiling towards the spiritual platform like lightning serpents.

The nine-layered spiritual platform trembled slightly, but instead of dispelling the lightning, it firmly drew it back to the platform.

In an instant, his mind was completely submerged under the azure lightning.

The purple glow and azure lightning intertwined, creating a dazzling and beautiful spectacle that captivated all who beheld it.

And the spiritual platform, through such tempering, has become more solid.

The magical power grew purer and stronger with each thunderclap.

Even the physical body began to transform under the tempering of heaven and earth's thunder.

This is a comprehensive upgrade!
Zhang Yuanzhu carefully sensed the changes around him, especially his spiritual platform. After confirming that everything was alright, he slowly closed his eyes and focused all his energy on tempering himself.

Rumble!
Thunder roared like a sea, pouring down and spreading in all directions.

"What an explosive body-refining method! Who was the ancestor who created it? He really thinks highly of us descendants."

Standing at the foot of a mountain, gazing at the colossal thunder pillar that stretched from the sky to the earth, his face twitched.

Such heavenly lightning, let alone the fact that she had not yet cultivated to the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, even if she had, would be absolutely unable to withstand it; a single bolt of lightning could kill her.

Fayan, standing to the side, clasped his hands together, softly chanting Buddhist scriptures. He gazed at Leizhu, his eyes gleaming, as if he had seen through something.

"This method is explosive and unconventional, yet it is progressive and flawless."

The chanting stopped, and Fayan, with a serious expression, spoke softly:
"This body-refining method is a method created by someone far beyond the Foundation Establishment Realm. It is too ideal. In the whole world, only you, Brother Dao, can master it."

He remained silent, his gaze withdrawing from the lightning bolt, and turned slightly to look at the pretty nun.

For a moment, the air fell silent, and the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive.

After a moment, the legal representative spoke first:
"Junior sister, do you still remember your identity? Do you still remember how we came to Ancient Cliff Mountain?"

Fayan raised a slight brow, turned to look at his senior sister, and his eyes shone with Buddhist light:
"I know that a teleportation from a ruin to a side sect requires at least the intervention of a Bodhisattva, or even a more powerful one."

"I also remember the Yin-Yang attribute evil energy, which was also found in that ruin. Unfortunately, I only obtained a small part of it, and the rest remained in the Southern Desert."

She tilted her head slightly, looking at the legal representative with a half-smile, her red lips curving upwards:
"As for my identity, shouldn't my senior sister be the one who knows it best?"

As he gazed at his junior sister's movements, which resembled those of his Daoist brother, he became dazed and his fingers clenched tightly.

With an inexplicable emotion, he spoke:
"You are the hope and future of Xinchan Temple, the pride of Buddhism, the strongest in the future, and the most promising person in Buddhism's five thousand years of history to attain the body of a Bodhisattva. You are..."

"A prodigy!"

Fayan continued her senior sister's words.

Her smile deepened, her monk's robes fluttered in the wind, and her eyes shone with a Buddhist light that was more radiant than the Milky Way.

"Is my senior sister worried that I am addicted to the mundane world and deeply entangled in it; or that I am driven by greed and jealousy; or that I am overwhelmed by all the negative emotions I have accumulated over the decades and am unable to control myself?"

Her smile was gentle, filled with all-encompassing compassion, as she uttered each word carefully:
"I do not care!"

"From the moment I successfully entered the Chuanyuan Secret Realm, I knew clearly that I was Fayan, and not someone else, and my fellow Daoist also gave the corresponding answer in the end, didn't he?"

He stumbled, his red lips pressed tightly together. From the woman's words, he seemed to have grasped something, muttering to himself:

Only those under one hundred years of age can enter the Chuanyuan Secret Realm.

"The secret realm at the source of the River of Departure cannot be wrong since ancient times. Senior Sister, I am who I am, not that Arhat Mahasthamaprapta."

The woman stood with her hands behind her back, gazing at the crimson shadow grinding within the pillar of lightning, and exhaled softly:
“But I am different from my fellow Daoist. I am willing to try to become the Arhat who has the best chance of breaking through to the Bodhisattva level—Mahasthamaprapta!”

"Senior sister, there's no need to overthink it."

Yushen Plain, atop the majestic mountain.

Four figures stood facing each other, each one blurry and indistinct, impossible to see clearly.

One can only feel one's body in harmony with heaven and earth, and every move one makes contains the essence of Tao and its laws.

"Even after observing for several months, the spiritual energy, laws, Daoist charm, and essence of heaven and earth contained in this region are still so rich that they are enviable."

A silvery laugh came from a graceful figure.

"No need to envy, this area will belong to Wuliang Palace from now on."

His voice was cheerful and unrestrained.

The other two remained, both nodding in agreement.

Although they were Golden Core cultivators, they had lived in the Ancient Cliff Mountain since birth and were still somewhat wary of driving away the righteous path of their ancestors.

However, it is only through actual combat that one can discern the opponent's true skill level.

For 1,900 years there have been no external enemies, for 1,900 years there has been indulgence in pleasure, for 1,900 years is enough for the mortals to reincarnate 19 times, the Condensing Fiend True Person has been replaced nearly four times, and the Golden Core True Monarch has been replaced twice.

Those righteous heroes who were once incredibly brave and killed the sages of the past, who fled in panic, have long since returned to dust.

The righteous path has been largely abandoned, and there are few outstanding individuals left.

After a few laughs, the four beings resumed their discussion:
"Let us stop here at Yushen Plain for now and not go any further."

"Build temples, erect statues, and save all living beings."

"Contact the Du family of Qingmu Mountain and tell them that we are willing to support them in replacing Qingyangzhai as the leader of the righteous path, and let them fight for it."

"By the way, that little fellow from Immortal Soldier Valley caused quite a stir here. We can claim that he made a great contribution to the unorthodox sect, that he is the number one person of the unorthodox sect, and that he is the person with the greatest merit in this battle. He possesses a treasure of heaven and earth and will surely become a Golden Core cultivator in the future."

The four powerful figures made arrangements for the post-war period, carrying out various plans and schemes.

what!
One of the beings who was discussing the matter suddenly spoke up in surprise, and a wisp of calamity aura overflowed, burying space and causing ripples to spread through the void before slowly dissolving.

"What happened during the Thousand Tribulations?"

"The border near the Demon Land has been attacked."

"A surprise attack by the demon race? How is that possible? We signed an oath for fifty years of peace. They absolutely cannot disobey it." A True Monarch spoke, his voice filled with doubt.

The Thousand Tribulations True Monarch concealed his scattered aura and shook his head:
"I am not a demon, so I must go back. I will temporarily entrust the matters of the righteous path to the three of you."

"Fellow Daoist Qianjie, please go back in peace. We are still here, and nothing unexpected will happen."

After a few words of conversation, the figure gradually disappeared until it vanished from sight.

The sky can be mended, the sea can be filled, and Mount Nan can be moved, but the sun and moon, once gone, can never be retrieved.

August passed quickly. In the southern part of the Shichuan Plain, in the central area of ​​Leize.

One after another, figures appeared outside the great formation.

There was an elderly man in a blue Taoist robe, carrying a duster; a middle-aged man in plain clothes, carrying a long sword; a dashing young man in a bright red robe, his hair flowing freely; and a graceful woman with a compass above her head, walking with elegant strides.
Each one possessed an extraordinary presence, each one was exceptionally powerful, and each one harbored a chilling murderous intent.

"Disciples of the Qingyang, Hongyang, Xuanyang, and Yiyang academies thank the Sword Sect for their help in slaying the evil spirit."

The old man, holding a whisk, bowed to the young man carrying a sword in gratitude, his gesture solemn and sincere.

"Fellow Daoists, there's no need for this. The seven famous swords of my Sword Sect—the Long Rainbow One Qi Sword—along with a senior, have all been lost and their whereabouts are unknown, but they must be related to this boy."

"We must capture him and get to the bottom of this."

"If it weren't for the demonic forces knocking on the gates, the rampant activities of unorthodox sects, and the great commotion of alien races, and the fact that my fellow disciples were too busy to attend to everything, I wouldn't be the only one who came here."

"In any case, we must thank the Sword Sect for their great help this time."

The old man bowed and knelt down again.

Then, he turned his gaze to the graceful woman who was using a compass above her head and making calculations with her fingers.

The woman wore a light veil over her face, her brows furrowed.

"Junior sister, is there a problem?"

"The grand formation is powerful, combining the forces of heaven and earth, and..."

The woman's voice held a hint of disbelief as she murmured to herself:

"I actually sensed traces of Daoist formations within the array. It wasn't an integration or addition, but rather a great array built upon that foundation."

"Traditional formations?"

Many cultivators gasped in surprise. According to the information they had obtained, the person from the unorthodox sect was already proficient in formations when he was at Ancient Cliff Mountain.

If it were then, and the Daoist formations were the foundation of the formation, where would the opponent have obtained them from?

The old man holding the whisk looked even more solemn and asked:

"Junior sister may have broken the formation; do not attract that person's attention."

"You can give it a try, but don't have too high hopes, senior brother."

The woman lightly touched her forehead, raised her hand, took out the compass, and cast a series of hand seals to deduce the method to break the formation.

Raize Center.

The thunder roared and shook the heavens and the earth, resounding continuously.

A pillar of azure lightning stretched from the sky to the earth, dazzling and brilliant, with countless bolts of lightning climbing and converging, flickering erratically.

Beneath the pillar of lightning, a crimson figure sat cross-legged, its closed eyes slowly opening.

Boom~
The world fell silent, and even the azure lightning bolt paused.

A pair of eyes, crackling with lightning and more dazzling than the sun, pierced through the great formation and 'saw' the cultivators outside.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent, and whispered:
"Are we still not killing enough?"

The opponent keeps appearing like flies, blocking the way. Is it really necessary to kill them all before we stop?

He was getting annoyed!

Call ~
Exhale gently to calm your mind.

Without other means, the cultivators outside the great formations alone would never be able to break all 108 great formations, even if they died.

After confirming that everything was alright, the young man focused his inner energy on his dantian.

After being tempered in August, the spirit platform is entirely purple-gold in color, crystal clear, like the most perfect and flawless gem in the world.

Strands of lightning swirled around it, constantly tempering it until it was as solid as divine iron.

Of course, the eight months of tempering did more than that; his magical power also increased significantly, bringing him much closer to the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Their physical bodies were also strengthened under the tempering of the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth.

Of course, besides body-refining techniques, the biggest improvement
Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, and strands of azure light appeared, like thunder and mist, mysterious and extraordinary, containing a sense of divine punishment, explosiveness, and nobility.

The surrounding thunder seemed to cheer at this moment, becoming friendly and compliant, and gentle.

"The Law of Thunder!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

After eight months of tempering by the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth, he naturally comprehended the laws contained within the Thunder Scale Aura.

In other words, as long as his cultivation level is high enough, he can now use the Thunder Scale Fiend Qi to break through to the Condensation Fiend Realm.

However, in his plan, he would naturally break through the barrier in the best possible condition, achieving the ninth level of body refinement, reaching the end of the first stage of foundation building, and then acquiring the Yin-Yang attribute evil energy to break through.

His thoughts drifted, the laws in his palm dissipated, and bolts of lightning struck down once more, engulfing the crimson figure.

Outside the central array of Raize.

The woman wore a light veil, and the compass in her hand shone brightly. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with horror.

Click~
The compass revealed cracks, and the woman immediately stopped what she was doing and shook her head at the old man.

"This formation is unsolvable; the only way to destroy it is through absolute power."

For a moment, the cultivators of Qingyangzhai and Jianmen fell silent, their hearts filled with doubt.

If they forcefully break through the formation, it will inevitably attract that person's attention. Will they still be able to capture and kill him?
"Everyone, the fall of Yushenyuan has caused widespread suffering, the deaths of many fellow disciples, and even the fall of Golden Core True Monarchs. The cause of all this is this person."

"If we don't take advantage of our stay at Wuliang Palace to kill this boy, are we going to wait for another True Lord who harbors evil intentions towards the Daoist lineage to be added in the future?"

"Don't forget, this kid is suspected of possessing a supreme treasure of heaven and earth. The Golden Core barrier cannot stop him."

The old man spoke, and his questions made all the cultivators make up their minds.

"Make your move, we have no other choice."

"Seal off the void to prevent escape, and break the formation with all our might."

"Then let's fight for the sake of our lineage."

Low growls echoed out.

The next moment, azure light burst forth, intermingling and merging to transform into a vast ocean, surging forward.

Wherever it passed, space distorted, the earth shattered, and the dark clouds in the sky vanished.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
The blue waves surged and crashed against the great formation, their booming sounds shaking the heavens and earth.

Banners stood tall, fluttering in the wind; array plates rose, radiating light; array patterns emerged, intertwined, spreading across the earth and sky.

In that instant, the great array shone brilliantly, like a great sun, standing majestically and unmoving amidst the sweeping waves of the ocean.

At this moment, all the cultivators had grim expressions.

The old man, draped in a blue Taoist robe, took a step forward, unleashing the aura of a peak-level Qi Condensation cultivator.

He gripped the whisk tightly in one hand and growled:

"kill!"

The whisk grew longer in the wind, spreading and expanding into a great river of silk threads, each thread crystal clear, bursting forth with a chilling killing intent and unleashing mysterious magic.

Three thousand whisks and three thousand spells bloomed simultaneously, crashing fiercely into the formation along with the azure light.

(End of this chapter)