With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 469 Meng Chuan Encounters the Emperor in Fengdu Cave, Seeks Truth Through Fist and Kung Fu in Zhenwu Hall!
These ribs rise high into the clouds.

Ignoring length, just looking at the width, if you turn yourself sideways for comparison, it's several times the width of my two-meter-tall frame.

Looking at the endless "rib hell," one can see as far as the eye can see.

Meng Chuan found it hard to imagine how enormous and long this demon must have been in its lifetime, and how powerful it must have been.

"Solid-type demons can be judged by their size. This guy, in his lifetime, was probably a demon general comparable to the true form of a Jiao Demon—truly terrifying!"

Why is it here? Is it the "spoils of war" of the True Martial Emperor, or is it a pretentious scene constructed to resemble the Great Brahma Starry Sky Universe?
Meng Chuan moved closer and stroked it a couple more times. This solid, down-to-earth touch made him think it was most likely the former.

This gave him a deeper understanding of the power of the incense offerings of the True Martial Emperor.

"Brahma said that neither the incense-offering deities nor the Buddhas possess great supernatural powers; they can only exert their abilities by relying on the wishes of sentient beings."

So it's because Brahma's power isn't enough, right?
He then approached and peered through the gap in his ribs at the scene outside.

These ribs were so close together that they blocked his senses, so he could only peer out through the gaps between the bones.

The moment Meng Chuan's gaze fell upon that, he felt a sudden sense of relief.

If it were the underworld, what he would see would be blood-red spider lilies blooming wildly.

But in reality, it's just like the path I came from.

There was nothing there, only darkness and nothingness.

Sensing the strained passage, Meng Chuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

It appears empty and devoid of anything, yet the sensation of being crushed is transmitted back.

It seemed as if invisible ripples were spreading out, and Meng Chuan's senses pierced through them. Countless chills from all around him discovered him and gathered towards him.

It is invisible, intangible, formless and intangible; only spiritual power can touch it.

WTF?

He recalled his experience of exterminating demons in Fucheng with Zheng Chengcheng and Chen Xuan.

That was the feeling when that conceptual demon was forced out by the power of its own vision.

Meng Chuan pointed a finger, and the power of the Life-Restraining Silk-Entwining Hand gathered at his fingertip, resembling a white dot of light.

With a flick of the finger, the technique of "all threads returning to their origin" is employed.

A thread, imbued with the power of artistic conception, flew out from between the ribs.

Under their perception, they continuously received emotional feedback of "fear".

Meng Chuan confirmed that these were all living [Conceptual Heavenly Demons].

The silk threads kept flying inward; he was only controlling a wisp of inner fire energy, and his endurance was unparalleled.

Gradually, he frowned and withdrew his senses.

The thread broke, seemingly after hitting a massive object, and then vanished into nothingness.

Although it was only a small amount of power, with the added power of the scene, this guy could completely devour it, so it was probably a big guy that I couldn't afford to offend.

"They won't fly over and attack me, will they?"

Meng Chuan was highly focused.

After waiting for a long time, instead of the Heavenly Demon, a voice was heard:
"what?"

Although the voice sounded doubtful, it resounded in his heart like a thunderclap.

The next moment, he felt like he was riding a rocket through time and space.

I was grabbed by a "hand" and taken away from here.

It's like traveling from one dimension to another.

In an instant, I found myself standing in a magnificent hall, with golden bricks paving the floor and incense smoke rising in the air.

They didn't go to hell, they went to heaven.
Meng Chuan surveyed his surroundings, and finally, his gaze fell upon the True Martial Emperor sitting on the throne.

The surrounding scenery was exactly the same as the description of Zhao Huanzhen and Wang Ye entering the Dharma Realm.

"It seems that the lightning strike from Sect Leader Chen Tuan's sword really did send me into the True Martial Realm."

Is this how the other party "opens a back door" for me?

That was a bit too rough.
However, this couldn't be blamed on Sect Leader Chen Tuan; it was all a coincidence. If he hadn't placed the thunder talisman on his chest...
Meng Chuan estimated that his external body was about 50-60% ready by now.

Unless one possesses extraordinary martial arts skills, even if they don't die, they will still be reborn and undergo a nirvana.
It seems I haven't practiced enough hard skills; I need to practice more.

Once you're out, make the most of your time and practice Brahma Prison Suppression diligently until you break through to master the five combined training methods!
Zhenwu sat upright on his throne, his mouth and nose did not move, yet a voice emanated from him:
"How did you manage to enter my [Fengdu Great Cave]?"

Meng Chuan snapped out of his daze and heard the Emperor ask a question.

It seems that the place I just came in from is the Fengdu Cave that the other party mentioned.

He had previously read the Taoist scriptures and encountered this term before.

Thanks to the fact that the certificate is valid indefinitely, Meng Chuan also has an advantage in learning these things, as they are all in his mind and he can refer to them at any time.

He remembered that in the "Taishang Shuo Ziwei Shenbing Huguo Xiaomo Jing", there was a description of the Zhenwu Emperor leading heavenly soldiers and generals in a great battle against the six cave demons, and finally locking all the demons in the Fengdu Cave.

"Demon" and "demonic thoughts" are terms used in ancient martial arts to refer to celestial demons.

Recalling what I had seen and heard in the Fengdu Cave.

Just as a vision can change reality, people's yearning and expectation for the True Martial Emperor has actually become a reality.

Meng Chuan witnessed it with his own eyes; there truly were countless celestial demons imprisoned there.
Can the divine power of incense truly penetrate the Dharma realm and influence reality?

Or perhaps it's the flourishing of the Zhenwu Emperor's incense offerings that has altered the course of martial arts, creating this unique scene.

It's not about affecting reality, it's about changing reality.

"answer the questions."

Zhenwu's face resembled a thunderbolt poised to strike.

He could not sense the presence of faith in Meng Chuan.

At the same time, He had a question that He did not understand.

They are neither his followers nor human martial arts masters.

How did they get in? They must have tried to smuggle themselves in through the Fengdu Cave.
If He hadn't detected even the slightest bit of power, He wouldn't have been able to find it.

Meng Chuan steadied himself and sensed something inexplicable, like a field.

It was expanding towards him, slowly making contact with the invisible aura and magnetic field surrounding him. He looked at Zhenwu and sincerely said:
"Your Majesty, I was struck by lightning and entered here. I don't know why I ended up in your Fengdu Cave."

It's a bit complicated to explain, it's all a series of coincidences, but I'm a really good person. Although I'm not from Wudang, I still have a Wudang spirit. Master Chen Tuan is my good teacher, and Zhao Zhen, the Purple Cloud Dragon, is my best friend.

Also, the Taoist priest Wang Ye you hugged is the one with three generations of impeccable lineage. He's my closest confidant, like a brother or sister!
If you don't believe me, you can drag them all in to prove I'm telling the truth.

Meng Chuan sensed a hint of emotion in the Emperor and quickly tried to prove himself.

Don't think of yourself as a fish that slipped through the net in the deepest hole in Fengdu.
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The emperor remained silent.

Meng Chuan saw that the Emperor's expression had indeed softened, and the power of the thunder was waning.

My series of names proved effective.

It truly proves the saying that the martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions.
This principle applies even when interacting with deities.

Zhenwu then said:
"Since it was an accident, I will send you out."

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty, I want to learn kung fu from you."

"??"

The emperor's raised hand froze in mid-air.

Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. Since he was already here, it wouldn't be like him to leave without taking something with him.

His mind works quickly, and he utters a series of well-summarized words:
"Your Majesty, I am a true genius, the kind that the nation recognizes as guaranteed to break through to the Great Saint of Martial Arts."

I am from another Wuhan University, which is why you cannot feel the presence of faith in me. But I grew up in another place and have been wandering for half my life without encountering a wise ruler!

Therefore, I was able to come to Wudang Mountain to study immediately after completing my apprenticeship. Because of my extraordinary talent and amazing luck in martial arts, I could learn freely, and had unrestricted access to the Scripture Pavilion and the Imperial Scripture Pavilion.

Enough with the talk, let me show you a talent first.

Seeing that the True Martial Emperor had withdrawn his hand, Meng Chuan immediately performed a poetry recitation, reciting the Taoist scriptures backwards.
After reciting it, I saw that the True Martial Emperor did not react.

Meng Chuan had a sudden inspiration and bowed again, exposing his back.

Ghostly back and turtle back, open!

The Giant Turtle Hard Skill's precious light burst forth in an instant, even more dazzling than the gilded palace lantern!

The Emperor was somewhat moved!
Although this kid is a bit of a smooth talker, he has mastered the Xuanwu Technique to perfection, or even beyond.

Regardless of his martial arts talent, he is one of the best in the Xuanwu sect.

Having learned the method, one naturally inherits the essence of martial arts.

He doesn't need it, but...
Zhenwu's gaze fell upon Xuanwu beside him.

Then, the focus returned to Meng Chuan.

"You should stand up first."

Meng Chuan was overjoyed; there was hope!

Strike while the iron is hot, and add fuel to the fire.

He immediately spoke:
"Your Majesty, I wish to learn the Demon-Subduing Divine Power, the Water Emperor's Demon-Conquering Heart Sutra, and the Ren-Gui Xuanwu."

"Stop, do you think I'm some kind of treasure?"

Those whom Zhenwu received were all believers; he had never seen anyone dare to speak to Him like that.

He looked at Xuanwu, paused, and said:

“You want to learn the law, that’s fine, but your heart isn’t sincere, I can see that.”

If what you just said is true, I can forgive this.

Meng Chuan put away his smile and said seriously:

“Your Majesty, it is not that I am not sincere, but the will of martial arts prevents me from doing these things. Please forgive me for not being able to worship the gods.”

"What is your martial will?"

"It is a martial path that has no end."

"That's too general. What about right now?"

Meng Chuan paused, then said in a deep voice:
"Do not worship immortals or Buddhas, but cultivate yourself; preserve both life and health, and understand the truth through martial arts."

The main hall was completely silent.

Upon hearing Meng Chuan's arrogant words, Zhenwu was not angry at all, but instead slowly said:
"The truth about fist and foot techniques, and all that stuff you just told me about your supposed talent."

How can these be proven?

"May I ask how Your Majesty requires me to prove this?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan saw Him slowly rise from the throne.

Golden helmets gleamed in the sun, purple robes billowed, and an indescribable pressure swept out in all directions.

At the same time, the bronze cranes inside the hall folded their wings, the jade lamps held their flames, the dragons coiled between the beams and pillars seemed to freeze, and the incense ash floated without falling.

Even the air itself seemed to freeze completely, utterly silent, with only divine power drifting and flowing in the air.

The Emperor reached out and clenched his fist in the void.

Ripples spread out, and something unseen seemed to suddenly appear, as if struggling violently.

Meng Chuan used his senses to see and made up his mind:

"It's a conceptual-type Heavenly Demon."

He guessed that it was captured from the Fengdu Cave.

I think I just came to this palace from there in the same way.
The demon gradually resigned itself to its fate and stopped struggling.

A piece of precious armor flew in from outside the palace and hovered in mid-air above the struggling creature.

“I will send heavenly soldiers to fight you and prove that what you say is true.”

"it is good."

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement, pondering to himself:

"Where did the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of the True Martial Emperor come from?"

(End of this chapter)