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Chapter 468 Meng Chuan, struck by lightning, enters the Dharma Realm and receives enlightenment; Zhenwu displays divine power! (6K combined)

Upon hearing their descriptions, Meng Chuan couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Putting everything else aside, in the Buddhist and religious pilgrimage sites he visited, he found that each one was basically a solitary individual.

No matter how high the level of special effects or rendering, only the Lord of the Dharma Realm is present.

The Great Emperor's Dharma Realm, just looking at this kind of group scene.

This is enough to show that its incense and divine power are so strong that they cannot be compared with other immortals and Buddhas.

However, Meng Chuan thought it was normal.

The True Martial Emperor is said to be in charge of the north, suppressing demons and protecting all living beings.

Furthermore, it is the god of destiny who oversees fortune, prosperity, and longevity. With the blessings of the Wudang sect and tens of millions of believers, its incense offerings are naturally extremely prosperous.

A few days ago, he learned from a Taoist scripture:

Besides Zhenwu of the North, there are also the Great Emperor Chongen of the East, the Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole of the South, and the Great Emperor Haoling of the West.

The Four Great Emperors were of the same rank in the myths and legends of the Great Chu.

However, the incense offerings of these three are far inferior to those of the True Martial Emperor.

Upon closer examination, aside from the unparalleled blessing of the Wudang Sect, the other three emperors had far fewer "martial arts followers," and their popularity and the amount of incense offerings they received were also far less than those of the Zhenwu Emperor.

The two major reasons combined are what enabled Zhenwu to possess divine power, far surpassing the other three emperors.

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan saw the two people beside him comparing themselves again.
Zhao Zhen glanced smugly at Wang Ye, then continued speaking to Meng Chuan:
"When the Emperor learned that I was the Purple Cloud Dragon of this generation, he personally took action and enlightened me on the [Demon-Slaying Divine Power] and the [Seven Luminaries Sword Technique]."

The Emperor also bestowed a decree, stating that once I attain Grandmaster status, he may pass on the Demon-Slaying Divine Skill to me.

"Amazing! Amazing!"

Meng Chuan said this sincerely.

According to Senior Uncle Zhao, the core techniques of Zhenwu are divided into:
[Five major categories: Demon-Subduing Divine Power, Water Godhood, Seven Luminaries Swordsmanship, Divine Weapon Command, and Fate-Controlling Abilities.]

The "Water Emperor's Imperial Carriage Demon-Conquering Heart Sutra" that Uncle Zhao cultivates belongs to the Water God's divine office.

Although its power is formidable, from a martial arts perspective, it still falls short of the Martial Emperor's Demon-Slaying Technique.

This proves that in the eyes of the True Martial Emperor, Zhao Huaizhen's martial arts talent surpasses that of his martial arts grandmaster, Uncle Zhao.

He is also recognized on Wudang Mountain as having the potential to become the Heavenly King and the leader of the sect, or even the Great Sage, the head of all the Taoist sects on the mountain.

"Awesome my foot!"

Zhao Zhen's confidence was completely shattered by Meng Chuan's nine instant kills.
If you yourself are a martial arts master, then what is Meng Chuan?
Give him a special title: Martial God's Potential?

Meng Chuan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, smiled, and then asked:
"Old Wang, what about you?"

Wang Ye waved his hand and said casually:
"Need I say more? I've already said we're three generations of pure Wudang lineage. When I was little, the Emperor held me and let me choose for myself, but unfortunately I was too young then..."

"Okay, you can shut up now."

It's the same old routine again; it's making Meng Chuan want to draw his sword.
However, he knew that Wang Ye was not lying.

It's just a bit of an exaggeration.
He had heard about Wang Ye's background from his senior brother Zhao during the previous Supernova Tournament.

They are indeed "of impeccable lineage and revolutionary background".
Wang Ye's faith in Zhenwu is also quite profound.

Therefore, it is much easier for them to enter the Dharma realm to study than for others.

After all, Uncle Zhao said that the deeper one's faith, the closer one's connection with the True Martial Emperor will be.

He therefore felt that Wang Ye could succeed Chen Tuan as the head of the Wudang sect's charlatan school.
After the two of them talked back and forth, Meng Chuan gradually understood everything.

Unlike Patriarch Han Zhongli, Zhenwu the Great did not undergo as many trials or elaborate rituals of questioning the mind and seeking the Way.

Aside from faith, it can be said that it all comes down to "first impression" and aptitude.

"By the way, have you ever been to the Xuanwu Dharma Realm?"

Zhao Huanzhen laughed:
"No, the Emperor has the Turtle and Snake Generals by his side. If I want to learn the Xuanwu Technique, the Emperor can teach me."

But I'm not very interested, and I don't have that much time to practice external martial arts; mastering fist and sword techniques is enough for me.

Wang Ye also said:
"I haven't been there either, but I will go and learn it after I have perfected the Azure Dragon Lock Body."

"Anytime, anywhere, you know, it's my family's legacy for three generations."

"Thank you both for informing me. I'm going to practice my boxing now."

Before Wang Ye could finish speaking, Meng Chuan vanished in a flash.

Nine is the extreme number, and the two still have seven rounds left to fight, so they need to leave enough time and space.

Meanwhile, in the Jade Void Palace on Purple Cloud Peak.

The statue of the Great Emperor already holds the core inherited magic weapon of Zhenwu, the Demon-Slaying Sword, firmly in its palm.

At this moment, the Demon-Slaying Sword had completely changed its appearance.

The sword gleamed with a cold light, and rings of lightning rippled from the tip to the hilt.

It seems to contain the power of thunder, and is extraordinary.

Thunder is the most powerful and yang force in the universe.

Subdue evil ways and slay demons.

The thunderous power on this sword is the divine power of the Martial Emperor, who was in charge of vanquishing demons.

The statue depicts Chen Tuan sitting cross-legged in front of it, with his hands outstretched as if to receive dew.

The Northern Black-Horned Demon-Slaying Sword slowly descended from the void and landed in my hand.

The moment Chen Tuan closed his five fingers, a surging wave of energy erupted from his body, displacing the air and merging with the magical artifact in his hand.

The next instant, the Demon-Slaying Sword lost all its brilliance, and the divine object faded into obscurity.

Chen Tuan flipped his hand to sheathe his sword, then placed his hands together in front of his chest.

With palms facing inward, bend over and touch the ground, bowing three times.

After rising to his feet, his expression solemn, he slowly recited the Daoist scripture, the "Mysterious Heavenly Proclamation":
"With sincere devotion, I take refuge in the Primordial Lord of the Six Heavens, the Master of Transmission of the Dharma, the Jade Void Master, the Supreme Emperor of the Mysterious Heaven, the Incarnation of the Golden Palace, the Heavenly Venerable Who Subdues Demons."

Outside the Jade Void Palace, as Chen Tuan recited the prayer, the sky inexplicably grew darker and darker.

Lead-like clouds pressed heavily on the horizon, swallowing the midday sun with their gaping maw.

The air was stuffy, like a sealed can, as if rain was about to pour down.

Gradually, a gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept by, carrying sand and gravel, causing the shadows of the trees to slant.

Inside the Jade Void Palace, the wind seeped in through the window sill, stirring the True Martial Dao Scripture placed beside Chen Tuan.

Like the Demon-Slaying Sword, this is a core item of the True Martial Arts lineage.

The wind blew by, and the rustling sound of things turning over was immediately deafening.

The wind may have blown, but the title page remained firmly fixed on that one page:
Thunder as the vanguard, wind and rain as the protectors. I, by divine decree, will sweep away all evil. Evil spirits appear, scorched by thunder and fire. Demonic obstacles block the way, swept away by fierce winds. Heaven's justice is clear, the Dharma protectors bring peace to the people!

After Meng Chuan finished his set of punches, he stood still to finish.

He looked up at the sky and sighed:

"The sky is overcast, the wind is about to rise, and the clouds are about to gather; these are signs of the Thunder God's descent and the Heavenly Venerable's display of power."

In plain terms, it means thunder and rain are coming.
Meng Chuan has been studying the Daoist scriptures quite well lately, and he sometimes mused on these things in his spare time.
In the morning, the sky was clear and the weather was beautiful.

It was noon, and suddenly a strong wind picked up.

He stretched out his hand, and under the pull of the kidney water, wisps of water vapor in the air gathered into beads and rolled off his palm.

Turning my head to look at the plants and trees beside me, I saw that they were all covered in dew.

All of this indicates that the air contains extremely high levels of water vapor, and a mountain rain is imminent.

Meng Chuan realized that his chance had finally arrived!
Dingzhu Peak is the highest peak of Wudang Mountain.

The mountain path was winding, and he quickly passed along the stone-paved path.

It was already drizzling on the way up the mountain.

Lead-like clouds rolled over the mountaintop, and muffled sounds could be heard from time to time.

Yes, it's going to thunder.

Once you reach the top of the mountain, you can enjoy a panoramic view.

There was only one place, in the southeast corner of his vision, where a patch of fog never dissipated.

He tried to approach the place, but his senses couldn't penetrate it, and no energy was detected at all.

Meng Chuan knew that it was the Jade Void Palace, the place where Sect Leader Chen offered sacrifices to the True Martial Emperor.

He glanced at it again, then stopped paying attention and focused on his own business.

Sensing transformed into a hand, which reached into the waist token and pulled out the Nine Heavens Thunder Killing Talisman.

It sticks to the chest, and mental energy is activated upon contact with it.

After a moment, the talisman trembled slightly.

Whether it was caused by the wind or by contact with spiritual energy, it is unclear.

After a while, wisps of light appeared from the Daoist patterns outlined on the talisman.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan relaxed and stopped supplying his spiritual energy to it; the talisman had already begun to take effect.

He sat down cross-legged, his palms facing upwards.

Time passed slowly, and the wind and rain raged, but no lightning struck.
Meng Chuan opened his eyes, a hint of helplessness in his expression.

"Once activated, can it be taken back?"

Will the Thunder Talisman go to waste? Thirty million!
Then he stood up and looked up at the thick clouds overhead.

I feel like the thunder isn't going to strike, but I don't know what these clouds are trying to do, are they just giving me a false alarm?
Meng Chuan prepared to descend the mountain. The rain was gradually subsiding, so why wait any longer?

He looked away, but in the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a scene he had never seen before.

The thick fog that had been obscured his view had completely dissipated.

"Is it because the rain broke through the clouds and mist obscuring the view of Jade Void Palace?"

Meng Chuan stood still, squinting as he looked down at Yuxu Palace from the mountaintop.

"What a huge palace! Wait, it looks like someone is coming out of it."

He strained even harder, his gaze like that of a sharp eagle, piercing through a distance of thousands of meters.

A small figure carrying a long-handled object emerged from the Jade Void Palace.

They stood still in the square outside the palace.

"This person must be Sect Leader Chen Tuan. He's finally emerged from seclusion. It hasn't been easy."

Meng Chuan was quite emotional; after waiting for so long, he could finally go to the Xuanwu Dharma Realm.

Coming to his senses, he noticed that Sect Leader Chen Tuan had begun to move.

The other party raised the object in their hand high, the small black dot pointing towards the sky.

"What's the ritual?"

Just as Meng Chuan had this thought, a shocking scene suddenly unfolded!

Purple lightning danced wildly like a dragon, thunder roared like drums thundering in the sky, and the leaden clouds overhead shattered inch by inch.

He saw that the object in Chen Tuan's hand was bursting with lightning, and all the lightning in the world surged towards it.

Meng Chuan was quite moved, realizing that compared to the lightning talisman stuck to his chest, the other party's thing was the real lightning rod.

The leaden clouds didn't want to thunder, but they were forced to!
"Wait, where do we send the lightning we attracted?"

Meng Chuan's first reaction was to tear off the talisman from his chest and throw it away.

But it was too late.

The lightning essence on Chen Tuan's sword surged and moved like a living thing.

The sword body circulated countless rays of light, which erupted in an instant!
"Uh"

Meng Chuan's eyes were filled with terrifying electric light, and he had only one feeling.

That is, it seems like I'm getting familiar with it.
Layer upon layer of hard armor crumbled, and the protective light shattered like stardust. Within his sea of ​​consciousness, it was like an overturned vat, a murky mess.

Inside the body, the internal organs churned as if being crushed by a heavy hammer, while the lining was as if nothing in the face of thunder.

The excruciating pain permeated both the inside and outside of my body, and my consciousness was adrift in a sea of ​​suffering, yet a sliver of willpower kept me going.

This unwavering determination, like a streetlamp, is his steadfast martial arts will.

At that moment, a warm feeling inexplicably welled up all over my body.

just like.
Meng Chuan recalled that it was at the foot of the mountain back then.

The scene of the toad-like demonic warrior's "soul leaving his body" at the moment of his death.

It feels like I'm about to leave my body.
He was still fighting against this destructive force, his aura erupting, and his spiritual power spreading out without leaving a trace.

A moment later, a sliver of light seeped into his dim eyes.

The darkness was slowly creeping, gradually cracking open a tiny fissure.

Meng Chuan wondered if his soul was being inexplicably drawn to something.

The crack is getting bigger and bigger, not because it is growing, but because it is getting closer and closer.
At the same time, Chen Tuan, who was standing in the square outside Zixiao Palace, also noticed something was wrong.

"Where did the demon-slaying lightning I summoned go?"

His perception was like a dome, suddenly opening up and almost enveloping the entire Wudang.

The next second, Chen Tuan's expression changed drastically!

Guided by his senses, he flashed and instantly appeared in front of Meng Chuan.

His brows furrowed as he stared at the charred thunder talisman on Meng Chuan's chest.

"What's this kid up to?"

The situation was obvious: Meng Chuan had affixed the Thunder Talisman to his body, attracting his Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder.
At this moment, Meng Chuan lay stiff on the spot.

The black cloth on his head was shredded into pieces, and the light from the Jialuo shimmered dimly, revealing his large, caramel-colored bald head.
He still reeked of a burning smell, and his overall appearance resembled that of a piece of wood struck by lightning and reincarnated as a human.
Sensing that Meng Chuan's breathing was steady, Chen Tuan's expression did not soften.

On the contrary, I was somewhat surprised.

The Demon-Slaying Divine Lightning is different from ordinary lightning power.

It is more like a spiritual force, with the heavenly lightning transformed by the divine power of the Demon-Slaying Sword in hand, specifically targeting "evil things".

This kid looks so pathetic right now.
This shouldn't be happening, what's going on?
But he didn't think too much about it. Meng Chuan was originally a "demon-slaying vanguard" and was irreconcilably opposed to demonic martial artists and heavenly demons.

Moreover, he also possesses thunder magic.

Lei Fa is the greatest nemesis of those things; this kid can't possibly fall into the demonic path.

Demonic techniques draw in the turbidity of blood and evil, while thunder is the most yang and powerful force of heaven and earth.

The two are incompatible, like water and fire. Forcing a repair will result in the destruction of the meridians by lightning, leaving no chance of survival.

"Never mind, let's wait until he wakes up before we talk about it."

Chen Tuan made a gesture with one hand and retrieved a precious emerald green pill to feed to Meng Chuan.

This is a unique healing elixir from Wudang, extremely rare and valuable outside of Wudang.

As soon as it was placed in front of Meng Chuan's mouth and nose, the other party seemed to have activated a stress response.

His hand touched a membrane-like substance.

Upon touching him, Chen Tuan's expression became even more surprised.
No one knew this membrane better than him.

At this moment, Meng Chuan's body suddenly emitted a faint light.

The colorless light, which was more solid than transparent, gathered like stardust, filling my limbs and bones, and then radiated out as a soft blue light.

Seeing the extraordinary presence surrounding Meng Chuan, Chen Tuan's senses swept over the thin membrane, and his expression changed from surprise to bewilderment.

"This kid seems to have turned misfortune into a blessing in disguise."

The power of Zhenwu is colorless and formless, but when condensed to a deep level, it will turn slightly blue.

"From this perspective, there is even less need to question Meng Chuan's identity."

If the Emperor could pull him into the Dharma Realm, and if he questioned whether Meng Chuan had cultivated demonic arts and was a demonic martial artist, then he would be wrong.

It is equivalent to not believing in one's own faith.

Chen Tuan would never do such a thing, even if it meant his death.

In the distance, someone else was also flying over from the sky.

It landed around Sect Leader Chen Tuan, staring at Meng Chuan on the ground.

It was Zhao Shousui who arrived.

It rarely rains at Wudang Mountain, and he happened to be in the courtyard enjoying the rain while practicing standing meditation.

Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning struck the summit of Dingzhu Peak in the distance.

At first, he was thinking as he practiced standing meditation:

"Another top-grade lightning-struck tree is about to be completed. I wonder if I'll get a share this time."

Then, it suddenly occurred to him.

Meng Chuan, that brat, seems to have bought a Thunder Talisman a few days ago, and I immediately sensed something was wrong.

"This kid, has he turned into a human-shaped lightning-struck tree?"

Seeing Meng Chuan's appearance, his guess came true.
Zhao Shousui had a headache, and he asked Chen Tuan beside him:

"Sect Master, what's going on?"

Chen Tuan rubbed his temples and said helplessly:

"I have been consulting the Emperor in the Jade Void Palace all along. When the Emperor learned that I wanted to borrow power to slay the demon, the power gathered was too full, and when it is too full, it overflows."

I just emerged from seclusion around noon, and I just swung my sword to disperse a burst of power.

As you can see, this kid, I don't know what he's up to, stuck a lightning talisman on himself to catch it.

"Slaying demons? It seems this kid wasn't wrong; something big is really brewing on the mountain."

With that thought, Zhao Shousui's eyebrows curved into crescent moons, and his lips were pursed tightly.

After hearing what Sect Leader Chen Tuan said, it was hard not to laugh.
I sensed that Meng Chuan was unharmed, but he looked absolutely terrible.
"The power of the Emperor is difficult to dispel; this kid needs to rest for a while."

Chen Tuan nodded, and then said:
"This lightning bolt is essentially the Emperor's original divine power, specifically designed to injure the soul and spirit."

This kid's soul, invaded by the Emperor's power, instead broke through the boundary between reality and illusion and was drawn into the Dharma Realm. Perhaps he can turn misfortune into good fortune.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shousui said with delight:

“That’s great! This kid is a faithless person. I told him several times when you were in seclusion that he would rather die than worship you.”

Now that I've entered the Dharma realm, perhaps I'll truly have a great opportunity and good fortune!

"What? You refuse to worship? I'll summon your soul out of the house!"

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Zhao Shousui realized that he had probably talked too much.
However, Chen Tuan was just joking and did not actually make a move.

He had promised his friend Sui Chunqiu that even if Meng Chuan hadn't been struck by the Emperor's lightning, he would still send him into the [Xuanwu Dharma Realm].

"The Emperor's Dharma Realm encompasses the power of Xuanwu, and contains a core Dharma within it."

If this kid can achieve something, that would be a good thing.”

Chen Tuan was generous, and if Meng Chuan could learn something from the Great Emperor, he would be carrying on a share of the Emperor's fortune.

According to Sui Chunqiu, it's only a matter of time before this kid becomes a Great Sage.

He couldn't control it without the transmission of the core techniques of Zhenwu.

In order to ensure the continuation of the True Martial Qi, he also had to let this kid learn some.
The two said no more and sat down cross-legged around Meng Chuan to protect him.

A moment later, another person flew in from the distant horizon.

"Senior brother, how is it?"

Upon learning of this, Cheng Miaochang, the "acting sect leader," immediately rushed over.

This incident could easily escalate into a "diplomatic conflict between the two universities."

Chen Tuan explained:
"It's alright, that kid went to the Emperor's Realm, let's wait a bit."

"Alright, by the way, Senior Brother, go and invite the Great Emperor."

At this point, Cheng Miaochang glanced at Zhao Shousui beside her.

Zhao Shousui immediately stood up. He was from the same lineage as Master Cheng, and said awkwardly:
"Master, you two talk, I'll be going now."

Chen Tuan waved his hand and said:
"It's alright. I was going to inform the Wudang masters and above about this matter when I came out of seclusion this time."

Just sit here and listen, and don't spread the word.

"Don't worry, Uncle-Master. I am a third-generation Wudang disciple with impeccable lineage, and I am known for my tight-lipped nature."

The three sat down cross-legged on the spot, waiting for Meng Chuan to wake up.
In the dim light, Meng Chuan felt as if he were diving.

When I was first sucked into that crevice, there was still light around me.

It's like sinking into the sea; the deeper you go, the darker it gets, and your vision gradually blurs.
But Meng Chuan knew that he was not going to the "underworld".

Rather, it is the Dharma realm.

This feeling is all too familiar.

However, this time the journey was unusually long.

After a long time, time seemed to lose its meaning in this strange space.

He couldn't sense anything, even when he stretched his mental energy to its limit, the feedback was still nothing.

"It seems that there is a great gap between the Dharma Realms. This distance leading into the interior of the Dharma Realm is very similar to the entrance passage to the Demon's Nest, some are very long and some are very short."

Based on the available intelligence, Meng Chuan made reasonable inferences.

He felt that this distance was also testing his willpower.

If it were anyone else, losing the sense of touch in their hands and feet for so long, drifting aimlessly in the void, they would probably have long since given up hope.

After an unknown amount of time, the mental energy placed outside the body seemed to touch something. There was resistance, but it easily passed through and then disappeared from the senses.

Meng Chuan's heart stirred, and he continued toward that direction, suddenly feeling the surrounding darkness receding rapidly.

Like a drowning person grabbing onto a mast, the soul is instantly pulled back into the body, the sensations in every limb and bone explode, and the heartbeat shatters the void like a drum.

"The sense of touch has returned."

The next moment, he realized that he was standing on solid ground.

He pounded his chest, feeling a sense of heaviness, as if his soul had returned to its place; the pounding made his chest feel somewhat stuffy.

He knew that only his spirit had arrived here, while his body was still lying on the mountain.

Unexpectedly, so many changes have occurred.

Meng Chuan felt more and more that there was still a long way to go in the exploration of spiritual power.

At that moment, he looked around.

This close inspection made him wonder if he had really gone to the underworld.
The solid ground beneath my feet felt like a gray-blue stone path, gleaming with a cold luster.

Looking up, there was no sunlight, only countless things that looked like will-o'-the-wisps floating and flying around.

The road, which is four or five meters wide, is surrounded on both sides by huge, curved bone spurs that resemble ribs.

Looking ahead, the outline of a building can be vaguely seen in the distance, which looks like the Bridge of Helplessness.
Meng Chuan became increasingly suspicious that the Dharma Realm of the True Martial Emperor was actually like this.
No way!
He calmed himself down and found that the mental panel was still there.

He didn't move forward, thinking that if it really was the underworld, he could at least "turn back before it's too late."
Returning to that diving spot felt like a "resurrection."

There wasn't much to see underfoot or in front of him, so Meng Chuan moved closer to the side of the stone-paved road.

Standing in front of those rib-like objects, I reached out to touch and feel them.

"It is indeed bone, like the ribs of some large creature. No, it's the ribcage of some kind of solid demon."

(End of this chapter)