With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 567 Divine Power and Authority: Will I Become the Lord of the Dharma Realm? (6k)

Under the cover of darkness.

The Buddha head was enraged, its eyes turning red, and it ignored the large chunks of golden flesh falling off its cheeks.

His eyes were filled with rage, like a ball of fire, as he pounced and bit, his Buddha-like light sweeping across the battlefield, each move stirring up a vast and turbulent wave.

In contrast, Meng Chuan's influence was much smaller compared to that of the Buddha Head.

When it lunged at him, Meng Chuan dodged.

When the Buddha's light swept over him, he resisted it and then counterattacked.

Like a giant black mosquito, it bites everywhere along the gaps in the Buddha's head!
The two fought fiercely in mid-air for at least half an hour.

Fortunately, his physique underwent explosive growth after training on the mountain, allowing him to maintain 420% of his final liberation.

Before he began his spiritual practice, he could only maintain the final liberation for a maximum of ten minutes before he would wilt.

Without this enormous boost, explosive power drops, and movement speed and reaction ability weaken.

If you take a bite out of this Buddha's head, you'll die!

On the other side, the Buddha's head was also gradually becoming unable to withstand Meng Chuan's bites.

Wherever this strange true energy touched, a large chunk of flesh would rot away, forcing him to gather his strength to repair and mend the hole.

In his view, the purplish-black energy unleashed by this mortal was incredibly powerful.

Upon closer inspection, it clearly contains a strong "divine power".

Once encountered, the consequences are severe, even more ferocious than the power of many gods!

And
The Buddha's head roared, its sound waves shaking the heavens:
"You mortal, as insignificant as an ant, dare to meddle with divine power that doesn't belong to you? What are you to dare to wield divine authority!"

How could divine power be in the hands of mortals!
The Buddha's head with its enormous mouth swallowing the sky is the best megaphone.

The sound exploded like thunder, startling the dragon demon so much that it jumped up and down, baring its teeth at the Buddha's head, while its tail tightly wrapped around Meng Chuan's waist, fearing it would be sucked in and chewed up.
Divine power? Divine authority?
Meng Chuan was completely baffled.

What about the demonic true energy?

It seems that this [Demon Seed in the Heart of the Dao] divine skill really does have some connection with the Heavenly Demon Realm.
He didn't understand the rest; he only knew that he had been insulted by this bastard.

"Fuck you!"

Is shouting with your mouth wide open a death wish?
Meng Chuan's black hair stood on end, pointing straight to the sky.

The demonic energy surged throughout his body and then erupted with a roar!
The black and purple flames gathered like a volcano, and a strange purple light shot into the sky!

Wow!
An incredible purple light pierced straight into the throat of the Buddha's head, which was gaping open!

The size of that ray of light was worlds apart from that of the Buddha's head.

But from the moment he touched the Buddha's head...

Wherever it passed, it melted away quickly, like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

The golden light deep in his throat paled in comparison.

Meng Chuan looked up and saw white cracks beginning to appear around the dark sky, as if the world was collapsing.

"Ughhhhh—it's the power of destruction!"

The Buddhist chants turned into mournful howls.

As the golden light shattered, the enormous Buddha head collapsed rapidly like a flood, breaking into golden rotten flesh scattered all over the ground, forming patches of golden hills.

A semi-transparent stream of air escaped from the Buddha's eye, dissipating as the Buddha's head crumbled, attempting to flee.

The dragon's shadow flashed in mid-air, and the dragon demon, mimicking its earlier actions, opened its mouth wide and swallowed it whole with a wicked grin.

It came back with its tail swishing back and forth, the dragon demon's face clearly showing its desire for credit.

run?
I'm waiting for you, Master Long! Hehe!

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan was not idle either.

Although the golden light was shattered by the star destroyer, the "umbrella" inside still appeared to be intact, and it was transforming into a beam of light, aimlessly escaping.

Meng Chuan stood up and leaped forward, his demonic energy transforming into a giant hand that grabbed him.

Let's not talk about its use for now, but don't run away!
The sky seemed to be collapsing, and my vision was blurred.

Meng Chuan was intimately familiar with this feeling of about to break free from the world of imagery.

Only then did he calm down.

Peace of mind.

Upon exiting the state of liberation, Meng Chuan's heart pounded uncontrollably.

This battle was the most difficult one in his martial arts career.

Between him and this Buddha head, victory was due to the immense pressure of Mount Sumeru, and defeat was also due to the immense pressure of Mount Sumeru.

Thanks to the three monks who used his spiritual power to give him special training on the mountain some time ago.

Fortunately, I won, but it took a lot of effort.

Both internal energy and physical strength were completely depleted.

Even his spiritual strength was almost depleted, and his sea of ​​consciousness was about to dry up.

He slumped onto the golden mountain of flesh, waiting for the Dharma realm to shatter completely.

Turning my head, I saw that the Dragon Demon was up to his old tricks again.
Its two large nostrils were raised high, and its dragon mouth was wide open.

A sneeze came out, and a white mist-like substance came out of the left nostril, like a large snot bubble.

Meng Chuan realized that these were things that floated out after the Buddha's head died.

It doesn't look like a true spirit or a core.

Moreover, even if it is an avatar of a top-tier demon, it is still a conceptual one.

This kind of demon is too "stingy" and doesn't have any treasures.

"Insects! Once I leave Taihang, I will wipe them out the moment I arrive!"

刺溜
The dragon demon felt an itch in its nostrils, so it sniffed again, and the white mist was drawn back into its stomach, leaving no sound.

Leaving Taihang?

Meng Chuan's expression showed deep shock.

"Could it be that I destroyed the Whispering Mountain Avatar? Will its main body suffer some damage, thus making me a great contributor to the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?"

Let's imagine for a moment, fast forward to the point where the nation awards him the Supreme Pillar of the Nation Medal and bestows upon him a sixth-rank Heavenly King Divine Weapon.
Upon regaining his composure, Meng Chuan became more pragmatic, realizing that the possibility was slim.

The mountains whispered at this moment, probably too busy with an "arms race" with human forces to have time to come here.
"."

Having abandoned unrealistic fantasies, Meng Chuan continued to ponder:

And what does it mean by the divine power and authority that it previously talked about?
With many questions remaining, let's take one last look at [Beiju Luzhou].

The world collapses.

As the dark red sky appeared before his eyes, Meng Chuan brushed off a few insects clinging to his chest and the dust covering his body, and slowly stood up.

My senses swept over the surrounding ruins, and I understood.

The cave collapsed with a roar after he went to the Dharma Realm.

With a faint sense of awareness, I explored my surroundings, observing changes in the environment and celestial phenomena.

Meng Chuan confirmed that the long journey to Beiju Luzhou was but a fleeting moment in real time.

This time, entering the Dharma Realm invaded by the Heavenly Demons was the same as the martial arts imagery world or the battle soul space he always went to.

That period of time detached from reality was almost like time standing still.

However, it is different from other normally existing realms of immortals and Buddhas that have not been invaded.

Why was this the case? Meng Chuan had some thoughts in mind.

"Is it because of the difference in dimensions?"

Does distance affect the passage of time?
The realm of immortals and Buddhas is almost zero distance from the human world.

Therefore, time in both realms progresses almost in tandem, and emerging from between them, one feels no sense of time stopping.

And the dimensions of the Dharma Realm, corrupted by the Heavenly Demon, have also been altered.

Is it because the dimension of the Heavenly Demons is far removed from that of the human world?

Or is it that the Dharma Realm, tainted by the power of the Heavenly Demons, has become separated from the human world?

There are still too many unknowns and unanswered questions about the mysteries of dimensions for him.

Keep these questions in mind, don't get bogged down in details, and Meng Chuan should take a step back and look inward at himself.

Muscles relax and undulate, blood and qi circulate freely, and breathing is rhythmic and lingering.

And then there's the fatigue after each workout on Mount Sumeru.

All of these images were vividly etched into Meng Chuan's mind.

However, it was not imprinted on the body.
The moment the soul returns to the body, everything shatters like a mirage.

The powerful physical strength gained from over a thousand hours of intense training has faded.

All that remains is valuable experience.

"It's alright, at least the experience has been preserved. From now on, my cultivation can be considered a reincarnation of a great master?"

Meng Chuan used this analogy to comfort himself, knowing he had a knack for it.
It's already a stroke of luck that we were able to kill that giant Buddha head; one should be content.

aside.

The three monks remained with their eyes closed, their brows furrowed.

Clearly, the soul has not yet found its way home; this is because the soul has too little experience wandering the heavens. Let it wait for now.

I feel weak in my limbs, have acid reflux in my stomach, and am exhausted.

Meng Chuan pulled out a bunch of tonics and canned goods from his waist tag, poured them into his mouth, and ate them in large gulps.

I felt like I was practicing martial arts to break through my limits back when I was a martial artist, and I was also looking for medicinal paste in my refrigerator.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the body rapidly absorbs nutrients at an accelerated pace.

He rubbed his temples again; he felt better now, though his head still ached slightly.

As his mental energy dwindled, his consciousness issued a warning.

He took out three valuable Cloud Water Pills and swallowed them all.

Still in the demon's lair, Chi Li was nowhere to be found.

It's okay if the medicine is a little overdone; sometimes, you can't skimp on its effects.

A few moments.

The fat monk reached out and scratched his aching buttocks.

When I opened my eyes, I realized, damn it, Buddha was the last one to wake up.
Seeing several people digging through the ruins with their buttocks sticking out, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Immediately, despite feeling unwell, he ran over to help.

Liao Chen knew exactly what the three were looking for.

在找
The remains of the deceased.
This "second fattest monk," who was always arguing with himself, finally met his end today.

There's no other way; that's the way of martial arts.

As long as you harbor the ambition to climb higher, tomorrow will be full of unknowns and uncertainties.

But so what?
Everything is suffering, and you can only save yourself.

Bottom of the ruins.

Meng Chuan lifted up a huge slab of rock.

Slowly flip it over, place it flat on the ground, and stand aside.

The three monks gathered around, staring speechlessly at the mass of flesh and blood stuck to the bottom of the stone slab.

The joy of escaping from the Dharma realm vanished instantly, replaced by a gaze upon the mangled corpse of his colleague.

He sat cross-legged to one side and silently recited the Amitabha Sutra.

A short while later, the recitation ended.

Liao Chen slowly walked up to him, took out a yellow and red kasaya from his storage bag, and wrapped Liao Yuan's remains in it.

They were put into the storage bag together, and the bag slowly opened:
“Buddha’s master and his master are close friends. I’ll take him back.”

Upon witnessing this scene, it was unexpected that the one who ultimately helped the person who wished to return home was none other than Liao Chen, with whom he had the least affinity.

Meng Chuandu couldn't help but sigh:

"Fate is unpredictable."

After reciting the Amitabha Sutra, the group expressed their heartfelt gratitude to Meng Chuan.

If he hadn't once again displayed his divine power, the three monks and immortals would have been unable to save them.

He waved his hand, indicating that no further words were needed.

They also deserve credit for lending me their spiritual power.

He passed away peacefully, but the mission must continue.

"Vaibhava" was already killed, so what is Chili? We'll crush him as soon as we find him!

After resting and catching their breath, the group set off to search for the temple.

On the way, Liao Chen couldn't help but ask:

"Benefactor Meng, what does the great demon who wields the Chaos Pearl Umbrella look like?"

"How did you manage to beat him? Tell Buddha about it."

Nearby, Liao Qing and Liao Hai craned their necks to listen, both equally curious.

Judging from the overall strength, that great demon is probably no less than a peak martial arts master with 100,000 units of qi and blood.

Add to that the extreme pressure environment at the mountaintop, and it's likely that even if a grandmaster intervenes, no one else can help.

But he went up there and actually accomplished this incredible feat, which is unimaginable. Meng Chuan, a mere second-tier official, has proven his own abnormality far too many times.

It's still unbelievable; just thinking about it feels like a dream, so unreal.
Meng Chuan smacked his lips, not responding immediately.

He was looking inward to see how the dragon demon was digesting that mass of energy.

It is neither a true spirit of the Heavenly Demon nor a core being; it is unknown whether the Dragon Demon will benefit from it.

I had planned to detain him for interrogation to see if I could obtain more information.

Regarding what he just shouted, such as divine power and divine authority.

These matters concern the origin of the demonic seed in his Dao heart, and he takes them very seriously.

Unfortunately, the other party was uncooperative and tried to run away as soon as they came out.

As for the matter of planting demons in the Dao Heart, not only have not solved many mysteries, but there are even more doubts and it has become more deeply involved with the Heavenly Demon Realm.

Therefore, the opponent could only be digested inside the dragon demon's belly.
Anyway, these secrets about "gods" are unknown to others, but those great saints who have been staying in the Heavenly Demon Realm for many years must know them.

He's not high enough in rank, and his connections aren't strong enough, so other powerful figures don't talk to him.

But once Principal Sui becomes a saint and "ascends" to the Heavenly Demon Realm, he will surely be able to speak with him.
Coming to my senses, I heard the fat monk asking a curious question.

Meng Chuan pondered for a moment, then said simply:
"There are many celestial demons inside the umbrella, as well as a large Buddha head that looks just like the head of Vaisravana. It is the mastermind behind the umbrella."

"Is it awesome?"

"Quite powerful, the core of divine power is hidden deep in its throat, that Primordial Pearl Umbrella."

"Then how did you manage to beat them?"

Meng Chuan laughed:

Have you read "Journey to the West"?

"Of course the Buddha has seen it. What does it matter?"

Meng Chuan patted his thick shoulder and continued laughing:
"In the past, Sun Wukong, in order to borrow the Banana Leaf Fan to cross the Flaming Mountain, crawled into the belly of Sister Ox and made her beg for mercy and hand over the fan."

Today, it is Meng Dasheng who will crawl into the Buddha's head, break it open, and retrieve the treasure umbrella.

"."

Liao Chen remained silent.

Suddenly, Liao Qing said from the side:
"Do you have the umbrella?"

"Yes."

The golden umbrella lay quietly inside his waist token.

We're getting ready to go back up the mountain. Let's ask Master Bai Bao what kind of miracle happened and how to deal with it.

Confiscating it is impossible; it's my own spoils, guaranteed by the relevant laws of the Demon Nest.

Besides, even if some kind of core heir or something similar were to emerge and ask him for something, there would have to be some benefit involved.

Liao Qing continued the story of Journey to the West:
Princess Iron Fan was so badly hurt by the Monkey King that she was forced to agree to lend him her fan, but he secretly gave her a fake banana leaf fan.

"Didn't Benefactor Meng take a good look at this Primordial Pearl Umbrella to see if it was genuine or not?"

".Isn't it possible?"

How could a fake umbrella be used to tidy up a few people like this?

Meng Chuan took out the small golden umbrella from his waist tag.

wrong.

Without the power to enhance it, it has transformed into the appearance of an ancient bronze artifact.

It's about the size of a palm and covered in rust.

But he seemed to have a premonition.

"That demon said my true energy was some kind of divine power."
What changes would occur if it were injected into it?

Once the thought arises, it spreads uncontrollably.

He had never actually tried using the Dao Heart Seed Demonic True Qi to come into contact with the core elements of these immortal and Buddhist beliefs.

If it were him, he could have ambushed them in the cave just like they did.

In reality, he manipulated the Primordial Pearl Umbrella to suck others in.
take off!

He could handle Fang Jianxing on his own without even needing the Luo Han brothers to lift a finger!
After thinking for a moment, Meng Chuan quickly took two steps and broke away from the three monks.

"Everyone was in a bad state when they first came out of the Dharma Realm. I had taken some medicine before I came out."

"Liaoyuan has sacrificed himself. As the team leader, I'll scout ahead for you. Please wait a moment while I go to find a rock face to explore."

Using the rocks as a springboard, extend your thoughts to the farthest reaches of the earth.

The three monks were aware of this unique method of perception.

"This humble monk will also take this opportunity to digest one or two pills, and wait for Benefactor Meng to return."

He nodded and thanked her.

The three monks then sat cross-legged and took out Buddhist wound medicine.

Watching Meng Chuan's receding figure, Liao Chen sighed:
“Benefactor Meng, you are truly a born leader. I am impressed.”

Foresight allows one to see the direction clearly;

Taking responsibility and daring to proactively shoulder accountability;

Empathy, understanding how to build cohesion;

Decisiveness, adept at grasping the key points.

These are the qualities a born leader should possess.

He wasn't in good shape himself, yet he was still thinking of others.

I'm so touched.
"This humble monk is convinced."

"This humble monk adds one."

Despite it being just a national mission, Meng Chuan became increasingly lofty in the eyes of the three monks!
however.

The born leader quietly found a continuous range of rocky mountains.

"Far enough"

Meng Chuan lowered his head, and in the instant his right palm turned, a strange purplish-black flame appeared.

Seed the true energy of demons.

Point to the small bronze umbrella on your left palm and wait for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Nothing happened.

Seeing no change, they hardened their resolve and intensified their efforts.

The flame suddenly expanded into a fireball, swallowing the bronze umbrella whole in one gulp.

Meng Chuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the small umbrella in his palm, which was enveloped by the true energy of the demonic seed.

As the deep purple flames licked at it, the umbrella seemed to be repeatedly forged like iron ore, gradually revealing a layer of fine golden light.

Suddenly inspired, he channeled his spiritual energy into the flame, creating a pale red flame intertwined with purplish-black, like the outer flame of a lighter.

In an instant, the umbrella ribs opened three inches with a "clang".

A semi-transparent mountain silhouette appeared on the umbrella's surface. Meng Chuan, with his sharp eyes, recognized it as the [Little Mount Sumeru]!
Calling it "Pseudo-Mount Sumeru" is too awful; just keep it as a minor character.
The jeweled crown and necklaces fluttered without wind, revealing a glimpse of the scenery of Beiju Luzhou.

Seeing that the umbrella was about to open again, Meng Chuan seized the opportunity and increased his mental energy.

Then, things did not go as he had hoped.

But the little umbrella seemed to be resisting him, refusing to grow any bigger and remaining in a state of just beginning to emerge.

"what happened?"

Meng Chuan observed that although it was clearly activated, it refused to open up.

It's somewhat like "authentication failed".

Following the reasoning of the demon who corrupted Tama:

His demonic energy, isn't that the divine power and authority that the demon spoke of?
If this divine power is correct, it's like a powerful catalyst that can make the small umbrella unleash its full potential.

The relationship between the demonic energy and the pearl umbrella is like that between gasoline and a car.

He guessed that the so-called divine power was just a more advanced form of demonic energy.

It allows the Heavenly Demon to better control the physical form and the divine power of incense after corrupting the immortals and Buddhas.

After some umbrella-opening experiments, it seems that the demonic energy might actually be...
and many more!

"I see!"

Meng Chuan suddenly realized.

He suddenly realized where he was lacking.

Lacking the incense and divine power of the original owner of the Chaos Pearl Umbrella, the Heavenly King of the Vaishravana, as the key to unlock it.

The demon that was corrupted by the Heavenly King of the Vaishravana naturally possessed the magical power of the Heavenly King of the Vaishravana, which is why it was able to successfully enter the Northern Continent.

His spiritual power certainly couldn't penetrate the keyhole of the Primordial Pearl Umbrella.
Then I continued thinking, what if I could obtain the power of Vaisravana?
With gasoline and car keys in hand, the car can be started.

But before you can officially own it, you still need a vehicle registration certificate.

what?
That is, a title recognized by the Buddhist community.

We cannot let Buddha think that we are "car thieves" who have the right to own cars legally.

His arms were thin, so he couldn't bend his thighs.
What do you mean?
Once this process is completed, even the Dharma realm of Vaishravana can be inherited!
"I knew these core religious artifacts weren't useless!"

Meng Chuan's eyebrows danced with delight.

A miniature Mount Sumeru that can temper the physical body
His soul roamed with his body, and he practiced his martial arts on the mountain every day.
Then what else is there to say? He's invincible!

I had previously spent over a thousand hours practicing on the mountain, which is equivalent to about forty days.

Forty days or so!

At the very least, half a year of arduous training is required for top-level skills!

After Meng Chuan's analysis, he found it increasingly reasonable, and his heart burned with excitement.

So, everything else is fine, but why bother with incense offerings?

The temple originally housed the core religious object of Vaisravana.

There's no need to even think about it; it's definitely not there.

If even a trace of power remained, it wouldn't have been so thoroughly corrupted by demons, to the point that even the Dharma realm was destroyed.

Does Shaolin still exist?

For example, keep a copy as a backup plan.
If not, then there's only one place left, and Meng Chuan is certain there are still quite a few there.
Before his death, the Heavenly Demon introduced himself.

It comes from the ultimate darkness of the Taihang Mountains.

Well, never mind, hopefully Shaolin Temple has them.
Putting away the small bronze umbrella, Meng Chuan introspected.

The senses, like a gentle rain, probed into the middle dantian, without disturbing the dragon demon's refining process too much.

The dragon demon coiled into a circle of black strawberry towers, its eyes tightly closed, its two long whiskers twitching with each breath, its body slowly rising and falling.

Upon probing into his body and finding everything alright, Meng Chuan was relieved.

After all, this thing is suspected to be a "soul fragment of the Heavenly Demon General".

The level is too high, that's why I was worried something might happen.

The dragon-demon refining process is proceeding normally.

It seems that whatever goes into its belly has to behave itself.
His hands were itching again, so he scratched at the dragon demon's third eye.

I wonder if I'll be able to open my eyes once this substance is digested.

Meng Chuan turned and went into his primordial spirit to give Dao Xin some special instructions.

Do not fight the dragon demon at that time, or it will spit out the "essence".

He felt that refining the essence of this substance was too risky for his bones and muscles.

This celestial demon is powerful and unpredictable; I'm worried it might harbor some kind of contamination or hidden tricks.

Even if the effect is powerful, he doesn't care.

There are plenty of ways to improve your skills; this little bit won't make a difference.

It's alright if the Dragon Demon gets sick from eating something bad; just eat more genuine Heavenly Demon True Spirit Cores, and it can be saved.

You have to be careful.
After calming Dao Xin down a bit, they then engaged in a fierce battle with the Buddha's head, where the opponent had also put in a lot of effort.

"Once you leave the demon's lair, focus on cultivating your inner power. I'll give you a great boost."

Dao Xin said that demonic energy is very nourishing, but the more the better.

"What? Demonic energy can be transformed into the primordial energy of heaven and earth and stored within the body?"

I recall that time when the inner demon possessed my Dao heart, and then I unleashed a burst of primordial energy.

Meng Chuan was immediately puzzled and couldn't help but ask a question.

"."

Dao Xin remained silent, a flash of lightning, and moved deeper into the depths.

"There's hope."

Meng Chuan nodded to himself.

Regardless of whether it can be removed, I'd like to use it myself to improve my blood and energy.

Keep it for now; something is better than nothing.

(End of this chapter)