With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 568 Stealing the Secret Technique: The Deceptive Buddha Fist Shatters the Universe! (6k)

As for the principle behind it, the primordial energy of heaven and earth is not exclusive to the human world, so why can demonic energy also be transformed?
Why didn't Dao Xin make a move before? Was it because the quality wasn't good enough, or was it the mixed magical power of the demonic energy that he needed?

Meng Chuan had some guesses, which involved the origin of the [Dao Heart Demon Seed] divine skill.

This further confirms that this method likely did indeed originate from the "Demon Realm".
That's why the Buddha head was shouting about divine power and authority.

Before he died, he shouted, "What destructive power?"

Meng Chuan felt that the familiar Dao Heart Seed magic had become extremely unfamiliar.
"I have a feeling that this method is some kind of magical art. Could it be that my previous words were right?"

Who cares if it's some kind of demonic art? Let's practice it first. Don't overthink it, as long as it works.

This trip to the demon's lair was fraught with danger, and it was only thanks to this method that we were able to save our lives.

Even if his identity as a demonic practitioner is confirmed, no one can stop him; he must continue practicing!

The sensation detached from the body and covered the palm of the right hand.

Look at the rock wall, extend your right hand and press it down; the [Rock Resonance] effect will be activated.

Aside from researching the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella, he also came here with the genuine intention of exploring the area.
"The Demon's Nest isn't that big; Crimson Wraith can't run far, and there's still the temple."

In the devil's nest.

Time flies, and about a week has passed.

Meng Chuan speculated that it was already early December in the outside world at this time.

The exact date is somewhat unclear.

The time it took to descend into the demon's lair this time was truly beyond his expectations.

Fortunately, the supplies were sufficient, so there wasn't a major problem.

During their search for the temple, Meng Chuan and his companions encountered many more opportunities.

They unearthed a huge, deep underground demon's lair, which should belong to the pangolin that was a hundred meters long earlier.

They also acquired two second-grade rare and precious materials, both of which are beneficial for cultivating fire-related skills.

Meng Chuan abandoned the spoils from the pangolin's nest, added two snake demon arms to his collection, and happily accepted the rare and precious treasures.

In the battle at Mount Sumeru, he killed three eight-armed snake demons, who were at the level of great demons.

It's such a pity that we couldn't bring all twenty-four arms out because it's an "imaginary world".
Meng Chuan immediately consumed both treasures.

After refining, the Lava Fist Intent became more solid and its power increased, resulting in a significant gain.

The other scattered opportunities were just extras, and Meng Chuan quietly accumulated them without paying them any more attention.

On this day, Meng Chuan did what he always did.

First, scout the way, then set off to search.

He pressed his hands against the surrounding rock face, sensing the landing, and quickly flew along the rock face to search for movement. In his mind, it was as if a radar map appeared, analyzing every rustle of wind and grass within a radius of dozens of miles.

I never expected that the Earth Vein Rock trait would be so useful during this raid on the Demon Nest.

This is the power of special qualities, so wondrous.

Even low-level traits can play a significant role from time to time.

Meng Chuan crouched down, sensing the distance, when suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

In his mental radar, to the northeast, something faintly seemed to be rising from the ground into the sky.

The pebbles bounced, the rock walls trembled, and even the demonic birds that had landed nearby to rest were startled and flapped their wings to fly off the ground again.

Seeing his expression change, the three monks who were on guard for him surrounded him.

The three bald heads reflexively looked left and right, worried that another "golden gourd" would come and suck them in.
Holding their breath, they dared not disturb them.

A few breaths later, Meng Chuan stood up straight.

Liao Hai, the most impatient of them all, tugged at his sleeve and asked:
"Captain, what's wrong?"

"Wait."

Meng Chuan stood facing northeast, gazing into the distance.

Recalling this familiar feeling, his face gradually lit up with joy.

Inside the Yellow Sand 011 Demon Nest, in the Crocodile Man camp, that soaring green light.
Very similar.

Even from a distance, one cannot feel the energy in the air.

"Let's go, head northeast. Master Liaochen will lead the way. Form a triangular formation and stay concealed."

"clear."

The three monks nodded in agreement.

After experiencing the incident where he left the group inside the cave to explore on his own, he was killed by the Heavenly Demon.

Now that they've reunited, no one has any complaints.

It includes dust.

He stood at the front of the line and felt Meng Chuan standing behind him.

I felt a warm feeling in my heart and a strong sense of security.
Using the terrain as cover, they gradually approached the location he sensed.

After a short while, all four of them stopped and looked into the distance.

In the distance, faint, invisible ripples spread out, and transparent waves appeared on the dark red sky.

Meng Chuan's perception extended further, and he saw a column of emerald-green energy shooting skyward from the center of the ripples.

It was not the green light that had baptized him before; it had a faint blue tint and was even clearer.

"The divine power of incense."

Judging by the location, it's not far.

Based on the activity, it appears to be an "altar" used by those demonized individuals to transform the faith of the worshippers.

If that's the case, then we're indeed not far from the temple.

"Walk."

The four men obeyed orders and maintained their formation.

He further restrained his aura and jogged closer.

It's like a large depression that has been carved out of the mountains, forming a natural valley.

The group groped their way over, and Meng Chuan reached out and pressed down on Chen's shoulder, breaking away from the group and walking in front.

My toes crushed a piece of weathered red rock, and the smell of sulfur and fishy stench hit me.

sulfur smell
Meng Chuan looked towards the volcano on the west side and caught a glimpse of the lava pool surrounding the altar in the center of the valley. He understood immediately.

Where is the stench coming from?
Molten lava churned at the bottom of the valley, turning the rock walls a scarlet red.

Those hunched figures were twisted and deformed in the heat wave, and Meng Chuan focused his attention to look at them.

There were about twenty or thirty dwarfs, with long beards that reached the ground and dark reddish-black manes that encircled their necks.

Whenever lava splatters, they are covered in a sticky, oily sheen.

This layer of grease, like his [Fire Resistance] effect, resists the invasion of molten lava and fire poison.

The dwarf at the front suddenly raised his head, causing Meng Chuan and the three monks' pupils to shrink.

"Damn it, from a distance they look like those foreign blacksmith dwarfs."

The moment Buddha looked up, he knew that these demonized beings were indeed not human.

"shush"

Meng Chuan gestured for him to keep his voice down, but continued to observe secretly without turning his head.

The face that should have been covered with a beard suddenly sprouted three pairs of compound eyes in the center, which flickered with the green light of the altar.

Liao Chen, extremely curious, quickly asked:

"Is this how they convert the divine power of incense offerings and provide it to the Heavenly Demons?"

"I don't understand either."

Meng Chuan spoke the truth.

Aside from their fire-resistant hides, these dwarven monsters were only of low rank in strength and had extremely poor perception.

Seeing this, the group raised their voices a bit, and discussions gradually began.

“Benefactor Meng, these little trinkets are all good things. Please keep them. We dare not use them to commit murder.”

Meng Chuan was puzzled:

"what for?"

Liao Chen's eyes burned with fervor as he stared at the strange-eyed dwarves, muttering to himself:
"These demons are being targeted with high bounties by national research institutions."

Count them, each one is worth some special battle merits. Although they're not as valuable as a Great Demon, if we divide them up, each of us can get about a hundred points.

"what?!"

Meng Chuan was surprised.

These little things, who can't even muster their own strength, are worth so much?

According to Chen, these twenty-odd demonized dwarves together amount to four hundred special battle merits.

That's enough to exchange for some lower-grade third-rank rare and precious materials, or even a True Martial item.

Meng Chuan thought of the crocodile-men he had indiscriminately killed earlier.
I'm heartbroken, it feels like I missed out on billions of dollars.
"Is it necessary for them to live?"

Liao Chen nodded:

"They're doing this for live research, so of course we have to capture them alive. We'll just take them all under control and hand them over to Commander Shi Cheng."

But if you kill him, he'll only be reduced to a few cold, ordinary battle merits on the battle merit jade talisman, based on your strength.

"."

My heart aches again. Why didn't anyone tell him beforehand?
The four of them watched the group of dwarves fiddling around as they walked around the valley floor, searching for the temple.

Meng Chuan broke away from the group, pushed aside the rocks, and concealed his aura.

Slowly submerging beneath the magma, its body compressed to the extreme.

After a short while, it floated up again, and I had a better idea of ​​what to expect.

"Captain, look!"

Shaking off the gray mist, Meng Chuan had already looked at the group of demonized dwarves before Hai could even warn him.

His gaze was like a knife, cutting through the surging sulfurous mist.

The altar surrounded by the demonized dwarves underwent an indescribable transformation.

Like a whole piece of living flesh, constantly wriggling and panting, smoke and dust gradually rose up.

The dark red membrane writhed with the dwarf's prayer-like voice, giving it an inexplicable sense of rhythm.

Upon hearing this sound, the group felt itchy and numb all over.

As the chanting resounded, it felt as if thousands of insects were crawling under the skin.

"Is it Sanskrit, or is it chanting?" Meng Chuan asked Liao Chen beside him.

The fat monk shook his head:

"No, they can't even chant any scriptures."

Meng Chuan nodded, understanding dawning on his mind.

A group of illiterate people, who can barely paint a mural, are able to recite scriptures.

Most of them were given evil spells by the Crimson Wraith, specifically for stealing the power of incense and divine offerings.

Looking back, we continue to silently observe the changes.

A short time later, Meng Chuan saw that the flesh in the center of the altar suddenly split open.

The ever-present emerald light grew ever larger until it covered the entire flesh-and-blood altar-like object.

Gradually, a figure emerged from the mist, but it was too ethereal to be seen; only a faint outline of a human form could be discerned.

"Immortals and Buddhas?"

"Uh-huh."

Meng Chuan replied casually, his eyes fixed on the top of the humanoid figure's head, his mind repeating to himself:

"It absolutely must be bald, and definitely not with long hair."

If one is an Arhat, it can save a lot of effort.

He also knows how to use the tactic of repaying a debt of gratitude.
As the illusory figure gradually solidified, Meng Chuan's eyes lit up with joy, while the three monks beside him felt heavy-hearted.

It turned out to be a giant man with his shirt wrapped around his waist, bare-chested, bald, and muscular.

A faint, intermittent dragon shadow floated around its body.

He stepped into the void, his robes fluttering as he pressed his palms down, and blue waves surged from beneath his palms, swirling into waves over ten feet high.

The waves swirled and surged upwards like living creatures, their roar deafening. Holding the azure waves in one's palm, it seemed to be cleansing the world of its impurities, its power awe-inspiring.

But in reality, Meng Chuan, who had just descended to the bottom of the magma, knew best where these blue waves had been guided.

"This is... the Wave-Pushing Style, the Dragon-Subduing Arhat?!"

Liao Qing's voice trembled as he confirmed Meng Chuan's conjecture. Liao Hai and Liao Chen nodded heavily, confirming the certainty of the demonic influence.

What was the deal with that Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella?
Liao Chen looked at Meng Chuan in surprise. The other party was right. Two demon-tainted immortals and Buddhas were found in this demon's nest!

Just as I was about to ask a question, I saw that his eyes were bright, as if he were looking at a relative, so I didn't ask any more questions.

"What does it mean, Benefactor Meng, to be staring at the Arhat Subduing Dragon like that?"

Liao Hai had questions in his mind, but he could only keep them to himself.

We're all adults; we know what boundaries are.

As the dwarf continued muttering, the rising tide of the blue sea reached its peak and gradually began to recede.

The blue waves receded, and the sound of the waves gradually faded.

The figure of the Arhat Subduing Dragon also became increasingly blurry, and the outline of his body flickered and trembled like the static on a television screen.

"what happened?"

Meng Chuan shook his head and said:
"I suppose it was drained dry by the Arhat who subdues dragons? This blue wave should be a manifestation of his incense and divine power."

He had greeted the immortals and Buddhas many times, and above them, he could smell that familiar aura.

Actually, he had another guess in his heart.

Or perhaps, the recipient of the incense offerings and divine power on the other end couldn't consume so much at once?
Let's take a break and digest this.

Having witnessed the entire process of converting the power of faith in immortals and Buddhas, Meng Chuan no longer hesitated and gave the order:

"Master Liaohai, come down with me. Master Liaochen and Master Liaoqing, wait for news of our actions to get back up so we can deal with these dwarves."

Remember, capture them alive!

These are all special combat achievements; not a single one can escape!
Where to go next?

Liao Hai looked puzzled.

Meng Chuan pointed to the lava fields that covered the bottom of the valley.

“The Crimson Wrath and the Temple are below. This lava is a natural protective shield, and only the two of us can go down.”

After pondering for a moment, and meeting the envious gazes of the two monks beside him, Liao Hai nodded vigorously:

"it is good!"

Although it's quite dangerous, following Meng Chuan means you'll get to eat meat!
The fat monk made a pledge:
"Leave the rest to Buddha. Don't worry, none of these little things will escape."

"it is good."

Meng Chuan was very relieved because he remembered that Liao Chen had a fist technique that could bind the heavens and earth.

It seems to be called "Heaven and Earth Covering the Land," and it even used against me before. It should be very useful for capturing these dwarves.
Clad in armor, his fist blades flashed with cold light.

Meng Chuan led Hai down to the surface, leaving the rest to Chen and Qing.

Liao Chen gazed at the group of dwarves, gathering his strength.

When Meng Chuan made a sound, he grabbed a piece of each of the dwarves with one slap and tied them up, and that was it.

It was still early, so the two monks leaned against the rocks, watching Meng Chuan and Liao Hai dive into the sea, and whispered among themselves.

"Back on the mountain, I need to practice some advanced skills specifically for dealing with extreme environments."

For example, Liao Hai and Meng Chuan went down into the sea of ​​fire several times and gained countless benefits.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't envious.

Lava surged deep in the valley.

A figure remarkably similar to the Arhat who subdues dragons sat cross-legged on a dark bone seat.

Its eyes were tightly closed, and its body exuded a strong sense of evil.

Large wisps of azure mist rose up, mixed with wisps of black energy, like surging waves rising and falling, sometimes flowing back to the sky, sometimes gathering together and flowing into the heavens, making the energy even stronger.

The evil Arhat opened his eyes, radiating a bright red light that stood out conspicuously in the dimly lit hall.

On the armrest beside it, a statue of an Arhat pushes the waves with both hands, surrounded by a misty blue aura.

At the same time, it took a deep breath, and the entire temple seemed to come alive, with the dark walls on both sides contracting and expanding in rhythm with its breathing.

Blood-red veins hung from the dome, greedily and rapidly absorbing the azure column of air.

This is its temple!
"With my uncle's help, those bastards who trespassed into my territory must be dried up by now."

It gave a sinister smile on its face, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

My uncle truly lives up to his reputation as the clan's closest confidant to the "serving god."

Not only are they powerful, but their thinking is also ahead of its time.

If its uncle hadn't come, it really wouldn't have been able to do anything to these people, and it probably wouldn't have survived this ordeal.

It lowered its hand, resting it on the rounded head of the Arhat statue, and murmured softly:

"Time waits for no one. We must quickly drain this mortal [false god] dry, leave with our clan uncle as soon as possible, and join the Mountain God Lord so that we can gain a foothold in the Great Expedition."

Calling them false gods is an overstatement of these clay figures.

To Chi Li from the cosmos, all the gods and Buddhas in the human world are nothing more than "canned tonics" in an aluminum shell.

Lift the "top cover" and insert the "straw".

Take a deep breath, it's packed with nutrients, so nourishing!
"Once I've absorbed all the energy from this bald, fake god, I'll definitely break through to the fourth rank and take a solid step towards the fifth rank!"

What is rank?

The ordinary rank advancement from rank 1 to rank 7 is the "cultivation system" in the Great World, which is distinct from the divine system.

[From God] The direct descendants of gods, born to be [servants of gods] above the seventh rank.

Even those who are merely "related by blood" and have a thin flow of divine blood are not ordinary people.

Even without cultivation, one can still reach the fifth rank upon reaching adulthood.

Even in the vast and boundless universe, they are powerful figures whose names are well-known.

If you participate in an expedition, you will conquer other worlds.

He could even become the "Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Force," commanding a region.

This is the world that humans call the "Heavenly Demon Commander".

I hope to become a fifth-rank commander, or even a sixth-rank grand commander, as soon as possible.

Even a marshal of the expeditionary force like my uncle, who can do things for the God!
He rendered great service to the Supreme God!
It also has its own ambitions; who wouldn't want to become a god!

Without becoming a god, one will forever be bound by the limits of lifespan.

Only by achieving the body of a god can one truly become one of the players in this great dimensional expedition, rather than merely a pawn.

There are too many opportunities in the great expedition that radiates throughout the universe.

Those "cowards" who cling to their mortal world and refuse to move will never amount to anything!
Especially him, thanks to the favor of his uncle, he came to this Blue Star full of opportunities.

Starting with a territory, you're far ahead, and your clan uncle provides you with a powerful tonic to accelerate your development.

However, having just arrived, it is about to break through the third-tier barrier and advance to the fourth tier.

Those of my kind who go to other planets will certainly not have the same good fortune as me.

Thinking of this, Chi Li became even more cautious.

It is inherently suspicious and never acts rashly.

Even with a perfect start, we must remain cautious and meticulous.

"The domain of my uncle's divided soul still traps those corpses, but I estimate they won't be trapped for too long."

"If this goes on for too long, powerful human beings will inevitably come in to search. We need to hurry."

It closed its eyes once more, focusing all its efforts on refining the "stolen" Arhat's magical power.

Inside the temple's main hall, the lights grew increasingly dim as the power of the azure-green Arhat who subdued the dragon gradually diminished.

Just as he was about to give the order to have the servants send over another wave of magical power.

Its expression changed as it suddenly sensed a fluctuation in energy.

"what happened?"

Chi Li looked surprised and suspicious, and quickly interrupted the refining process, standing up to spread his senses.

With a wave of its hand, the same azure energy flow twisted into a spiral, spreading outwards from the main hall to see which fool dared to disturb it.

Yes, it never imagined that those trespassers would escape from its clan uncle's clutches.

He simply thought that one of his subordinates might have forgotten the rules and "accidentally trespassed into the palace."

Chi Li shook his head, his expression slightly helpless.

"These creations of divine power are indeed of low intelligence and need to be properly trained."
However, I don't plan to take them with me. I'll train my own subordinates there at the God's place. These will be left for humans to enjoy."

This is why it mobilized almost all of its third-tier demons to block the entrance.

They're all consumables; I never intended for them to survive!

At this moment, Chi Li's body exuded a sharp aura, like waves of blue water gathering and surging.

It planned to kill the intruder directly as a warning to others, so as to prevent anyone from disturbing its refining of magical power.

These fools are just like the mortals on Earth, either living to cause trouble or offering no value.

Just crush it.
The "Azure Waves" look like huge waves, but they are actually extremely hot, blue-green fireworks.

After passing through the air at high speed and friction, it left a green streak hanging high in the sky, with a hissing sound of gunpowder smoke echoing, and roared away like a fire tornado.

Outside the hall!

As they strolled past the lava pool, Meng Chuan and Liao Hai were already waiting outside.

If it weren't for the fact that Hai had overheard too many "secrets" and his panicked state of mind caused him to inadvertently reveal his true nature.

The two could continue to crouch, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

But since things had come to this point, Meng Chuan didn't say anything more; he just got to work.
After listening to Chi Li's self-talk and receiving a massive amount of information, Meng Chuan's expression remained calm.

When positions differ, extreme anger is useless.

In such circumstances, it is essential to remain calm in order to find a glimmer of hope.

That's what he thought, and those great sages and powerful beings who tirelessly strive for the sake of humanity also thought the same way, and were capable of doing so.

Earth is not the only planet facing the destruction of its home.

This group of invaders, who thought they were on an "expedition" but were actually invading, deserve to be taught a lesson.
He could already feel the immense pressure of this aura, with emerald flames roaring towards him.

but.

Meng Chuan did not flinch or retreat in the slightest.

The wide shadow cast on the ground stretched longer and longer.

"This little demon has become a bit arrogant; it's time to teach him a lesson."

Tap tap tap.
He took a step forward, his toes striking the smooth ground with a crisp sound.

He strode into the temple hall without flinching.

Facing the crisis, Meng Chuan slowly raised his large hand, and the lava completely enveloped the sky-high azure flames, forcefully extinguishing them.

Crimson and azure collided, and sparks of both colors scattered across the sky.

The first glance he made when he met the eyes of the demon who sat at the head of the main hall, looking like an Arhat.

Meng Chuan saw it, and his eyes were filled with four words—

Ambitious!

But unfortunately, I met myself.

This demon, burdened with countless evils, still dreams of escaping to join the Whispers of the Mountains and wreak havoc on even more people.
You want to become a god?

Forget about those dreams.

It's up to me!

Turn it off yourself!

Meng Chuan moved his body, and in the instant he started, thunder roared and boomed throughout the huge hall.

In an instant, lava flowed from his body like a sea, overflowing several tens of feet around him.

The overwhelming aura spread throughout the entire hall, completely suppressing the demonic force field spread by Chi Li. The surging invisible aura rose high from Meng Chuan's location and then fiercely descended!
For a moment, it seemed that the entire world was filled with it.

Only Meng Chuan's imposing aura remained, echoing endlessly.

Standing behind Meng Chuan, Liao Hai felt the fierce aura that subdued everything, and his knees even went weak.

I had to reach out and press it down firmly to restrain the urge to kneel down.

It wasn't that Meng Chuan's imposing aura made Hai want to worship him.

And what is it?
In his eyes, Meng Chuanzhi's aura was as if he could pluck stars and grasp the moon with a wave of his hand, and stabilize mountains and rivers with a single step.

Even the wind and clouds, mountains and rivers seemed to stagnate in response to its movements, displaying an domineering aura that seemed to survey the vastness and control the universe!

To put it simply, it's domineering!

(End of this chapter)