With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 373 The Collapse of the Buddhist Court! The Azure Stone Divine Foundation! An Audience with Brahma!
Meanwhile, inside Huangsha 011.

Deepest point near one of the Demon Nest nodes.

Meng Chuan had arrived at the foot of the mountain long ago and had been climbing for an hour.

Ever since he went up the mountain, he felt that something was wrong.

Looking up now, you still can't see the top of the mountain.

He pondered:

"When I first went up the mountain, the top of the mountain looked like a small hill less than a kilometer high."

"After climbing for so long, with my leg strength, I'm almost out of the atmosphere by now."

Stop and look around.

The mountain surface is covered with a layer of yellow sand, which can be felt as solid as a rock when touched.

Take a sniff; it carries the heavy scent of sand and earth.

There is a stone-paved road underfoot.

This was definitely laid specifically for some kind of "creature" to come up frequently, for convenience during that time.

Based on his experience, Meng Chuan knew.

He was not trapped in an illusion or anything like that, but...
"The mountain is growing taller."

Meng Chuan squinted and tapped the rock strata lightly with his knuckles, producing a dull echo.

The mountain was enormous, but he could sense that it was extending upwards at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

As he explored the area more thoroughly, he discovered—

New rock layers rise continuously along the ridge, like the undulating back of a giant beast as it breathes.

Meng Chuan closed his eyes to think, then opened them and suddenly quickened his pace.

"Just grow faster than it."

He charged upwards in circles, gradually trampling the clouds beneath his feet.

Having climbed for so long, he could already see the palace faintly visible at the top of the mountain.

After a long time, until the last stone step was broken, a bright and clear view suddenly appeared before me.

Meng Chuan saw that the entire palace complex was actually floating above the sea of ​​clouds!
The gilded roof exudes a solemn Buddhist aura, and nine layers of white jade steps surround the glazed pagoda.

Prayer flags fluttered in the clouds, and every beam and pillar was engraved with verses that Meng Chuan could not understand.

The entire complex was bathed in a pale golden light.

Meng Chuan squinted and looked around; four lotus-shaped statues stood on all four sides of the doorway.

Compassion, anger, joy, and meditation.

I do not know what he is thinking, nor do I know what troubles him.

All he knew was that the scene was exactly the same as the one in the mural!
Will the objects inside the main hall be the same as those depicted in the murals?

The next second, Meng Chuan exerted force with his feet and jumped onto the white jade platform.

In this instant.

As if struck by a heavy hammer, the back of his head was suddenly plunged into pitch-black darkness.

A feeling of dizziness enveloped my consciousness; my bodily sensations remained normal, but my vision seemed to be obscured.

Like a screen suddenly losing power, all images are abruptly extinguished in the darkness.

At this moment, Meng Chuan felt as if his spirit had separated from his body and was entering and exiting the world of imagery.

He waited a while, and the darkness gradually faded, revealing a hazy scene before his eyes.

He tried to move his hands and feet, but it was like being stuck in a quagmire and unable to get out.

"Illusion."

Having no other option, he could only look around with his eyes.

As if floating in the clouds, overlooking the Buddha preaching on the golden lotus platform, whose face and identity are not clearly seen.

Amidst the swirling incense smoke, he saw his own kneeling figure receiving the baptism of Buddha's light, yet it seemed as if he were separated from it by a curtain of water, untouchable.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns was faint and indistinct, like a solemn yet illusory dream.

As Meng Chuan immersed himself in the ocean of Buddhism, his understanding of Buddhist principles was rapidly improving.

At this moment, black mist gradually rose all around, suddenly surging and enveloping the sky and the ground!
The incense smoke suddenly froze, the Buddha's light shattered like glass, and the golden lotus platform crumbled into ashes inch by inch.

Meng Chuan saw his own kneeling figure being entangled by black mist around his ankles and suddenly dragged into the abyss.

The chanting turned into a shrill whistle, and countless cracks appeared in the clouds, from which a thick, asphalt-like demonic energy surged out, instantly engulfing the entire dream.

The Buddha's face was distorted and collapsed, and black blood seeped out from the four lotus-shaped statues at the same time.

"Has Brahma been corrupted by the demons?"

This seems to be what the illusion was trying to convey to him.

Meng Chuan struggled to close his eyes, only to find that even his eyelids had become nothing.

The black mist was seeping into his pupils, corroding his limbs and bones.

As the last glimmer of golden light vanished, he heard a deafening roar as everything crumbled.

When I opened my eyes again, it was as if my soul had returned to my body, and my body was my own again.

He looked around; the crumbling Buddhist temples were gone, and the surroundings were in chaos.

Once everything calmed down, it was as if starlight was falling, and the vast sea of ​​stars was like a dazzling gem adorning the boundless chaos.

A being with four faces quietly appeared, surrounded by ancient stars, standing tall in the world.

He stood there as if he were the center of the universe.

With a wave of his hand, the Milky Way hangs upside down; beneath his feet, chaos spontaneously forms a lotus platform; the chanting of sutras penetrates everything, even causing the void to tremble and submit.

With four faces and four heads, it observes everything and controls everything.

This scene is the manifestation of the Twelve Heavenly Kings and the Great Brahma.

His mind raced, taking in the scene of Buddhist doctrine collapsing just now.
Even such a being was no match for the terrifying Heavenly Demon shrouded in black mist!
Meng Chuan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Another strange thing happened around him, and unexpectedly, the black mist came rushing in again.

Once the aura of his imposing stature faded, he and his partner returned to a state of chaos.

“I know you have many questions in your heart. You should be able to see that this illusion has a limited time. To make a long story short, I will tell you the truth.”

I'm afraid I can only answer three of your questions, and then another destiny will befall you.

Meng Chuan regained his composure and saw that the north-facing side of the building was already showing signs of blackening, so he dared not delay.

He had a guess about where he was. Putting everything else aside, it must be related to Brahma's "spiritual power".

He guessed in his heart:
"Perhaps, this place is the spiritual world of Brahma."

Many masters and above, who are proficient in using "divine" abilities, also possess similar techniques.

In particular, Buddhism, in addition to physical training, also emphasizes the cultivation of the mind.

Those who have reached the fourth major limit or above are all masters of controlling their spiritual power.

As for the darkening on his face, it was still spreading.

It must be related to the "black mist" that just appeared in the Buddhist temple scene.

The black mist clinging to Brahma signifies that His condition is dire and He truly "doesn't have much time left."

Combined with the "shadow in the hall" in the previous murals.
Meng Chuan had already guessed the general idea.

A few breaths later, Meng Chuan's expression settled down, and he figured out what he should ask.

"Do you have any clones or anything like that inside me or beside me?"

Brahma nodded slightly, this boy was indeed not a fool, he had not fallen into the "trap of names and forms".

They didn't come up and ask useless questions like "Where is this place? What's your relationship with the Heavenly Demon? Are you the Heavenly Demon?"

His wisdom also clearly understood Meng Chuan's current confusion.

“I know what you are worried about. This place is my Dharma realm. Just treat it as an illusion.”

It is isolated from the outside world, from what you humans call a "temple".

As for the rest, you strong humans already know all about it, so there's no need to waste time on it.

As for your question, I still retain a fragment of my soul in the mortal realm, and I will follow my will to seek out the most wise and compassionate person to protect me.

"That must be me," Meng Chuan continued, "so that's me."
"What is your purpose?"

"The incense continues to burn, and in martial arts terms, the true essence endures forever."

"What kind of being are you?"

Meng Chuan didn't know how to say this, as he really wanted to use this opportunity to figure out what he had been thinking before.

Does this world truly contain gods and Buddhas, existing innately?

Or perhaps it was a person who cultivated great magical powers and supernatural abilities, thus becoming a god or Buddha.

"No, I am merely the manifestation of all beings after my passing. Now, only a wisp of attachment remains. Remember, only the manifestation of the human mind is an illusion that endures forever."

Meng Chuan nodded thoughtfully, saying that what he said sounded mysterious, but it was actually what he had been thinking before.

Neither real nor substantial, faith leads to enlightenment, and incense burns to godhood.

Seeing that there were still gaps in the black mist on his face, he quickly asked again:

"How can I help you?"

Based on the previous rock paintings, Brahma's current situation is clearly not optimistic.

When you receive a favor, you should naturally repay it.

Although I am currently not even a hair's breadth away from the black mist demon in that illusion, I still need to have a direction to strive for.

Brahma's four heads are furrowed, as if he is enduring suffering.

All living beings suffer.

"Just keep living, martial arts is the path to heaven. Neither I nor the gods and Buddhas you imagine have great supernatural powers or magic."

"Only through the power of the wishes of all beings can you temporarily escape the corruption of the heavenly demons, but ultimately you must rely on yourself to break through illusions and prove the truth."

Before the words were finished, the black mist had already devoured the golden statue at the north end, and the chanting stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, everything went dark, the surrounding space twisted and collapsed, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a closed space.

The walls were like jade, with a faint bluish glow, and the shape resembled the inner bud of a lotus flower.

The repeated changes in the surrounding environment gave Meng Chuan a deep sense of powerlessness, a feeling of being unable to control himself.

These successive experiences made him fully understand.

Only by becoming strong can one control their destiny.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan recalled what Brahma had said about giving him a "fortune".

He reached out and touched his surroundings; the touch was warm and smooth like fresh skin, and he could vaguely feel a faint pulse.

The inner wall of the lotus bud was covered with intricate Sanskrit inscriptions, and he seemed to be able to understand something from his recent experience.

A muffled, squeezing sound came from afar, as if a tremendous force was constantly contracting the lotus bud.

Meng Chuan held his breath and stared intently at the intricate patterns covering the wall.

Although he couldn't understand it, he could still appreciate its charm, its simplicity and solemnity.

Only when he was contemplating it did he notice that his mind was unusually clear and his thoughts were flowing like lightning.

The originally obscure and difficult-to-understand Sanskrit text now allows one to vaguely grasp its rhythm.

A strange sense of excitement welled up from the bottom of his heart, as if a force was pushing his consciousness upward.

With each breath, he felt his five senses becoming increasingly acute, and he could even clearly discern the subtle pulses on the inner wall of the lotus bud.

The improvement in mental strength came suddenly, yet it felt completely natural.

It's as if it's being drawn by some mysterious force, constantly breaking through its original boundaries.

"Is this the creation that Brahma spoke of?"

Indeed, it was a great stroke of luck for him!

The obscure scriptures on the inner wall were radiating a glow, like a key, unlocking the shackles deep within his soul.

Meng Chuan quietly contemplated this change.

Upon internal observation, the amount of his spiritual energy remained unchanged.

Only the traction is solid like a pump, completely different from the original slightly loose feeling.

He knew that this was different from the Dao Heart absorbing blood and qi and transforming it into spiritual power.

Brahma bestowed this fortune upon him to fill the void in his innate divine foundation!
Without a solid foundation, no matter how much spiritual power one possesses, it is like a rootless duckweed, ultimately unable to truly enter the inner sanctum.

The transformation continues, and the [God] is refined like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

Under Meng Chuan's inner vision, faint golden patterns could be seen emerging from the depths of his soul, echoing the scriptures on the lotus wall.

At this moment, his spiritual foundation has been solidified from "sand" to "bluestone".

(End of this chapter)