My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times-Chapter 240 - 67: Spirit Treasure Dispels Doubts and Bestows the Qing Ping Sword
What does it feel like to be smashed by three thousand worlds?
He didn’t know before, but Lu Xuan knew now.
"COUGH, COUGH..."
If his Third Master hadn’t seemed to notice something was wrong at the last second and splashed a sliver of clear light out from the void, Lu Xuan would have likely been crushed to smithereens!
Even so, Lu Xuan felt terrible. That single drop of blood truly contained three thousand worlds, each comparable to a Little World, rising and falling within it.
He could see that within each world sat layer upon layer of Arhats and Bodhisattvas, all chanting scriptures, all embodying compassion!
But then, under the protection of that clear light, Lu Xuan recovered and even began to passively absorb the Buddha Blood that contained three thousand worlds.
The terrifying Innate Material and Divine Essence shattered and remolded him time and again, a process that had a remarkably similar effect to circulating the Mediation of Creation while consuming the Bodhi Fruit Skin.
As Lu Xuan was repeatedly shattered and remolded, it was like a cycle of life and death, like the turning of Yin and Yang. He hovered again and again in the gap between life and death.
And with each reconstruction, his physical body grew a bit tougher. The very substance of his mortal shell shed a fraction of the Postnatal and gained a fraction of the Innate.
In this repeating cycle, Lu Xuan could see the three thousand worlds within the Buddha Blood beginning to collapse one after another.
Faced with this apocalyptic catastrophe, the compassionate-faced Arhats and Bodhisattvas dwelling within also began to panic, losing their initial compassion and tranquility.
As time passed, Arhats entered nirvana one by one, and Bodhisattvas perished. Although ninety-nine percent of the terrifying essence in the Buddha Blood flowed away into the void of the Origin,
the remaining one percent—a vast and surging tide of Innate Material—still bloated Lu Xuan until he looked like a fat man.
"BURP..."
He was full, but the dense Innate Material continued to pulverize his skin, bones, flesh, and organs—down to the very last minuscule cell—and rebuild him, bit by bit!
Lu Xuan silently endured this extreme agony. His entire being was slowly transforming from Postnatal to Innate. The process was slow, but it was steady.
「Finally.」
’CRACK!’
It was the sound of a bamboo shoot breaking through the earth after a spring rain.
The vast majority of the immense Innate Material dissipated completely, while a small portion was thoroughly integrated, becoming a part of Lu Xuan.
He stretched lazily, and the aura around him surged violently. His original Physical Tribulation was instantly crushed. This first tribulation upon entering the Earth Immortal Realm was washed away by the Buddha’s Blood Essence before it could even unleash its power!
The only thing was, he didn’t yet have a Cultivation Skill for the Heaven Ascending Gate level. Otherwise, Lu Xuan would have already become a Two-Tribulation Earth Immortal... but this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Not only did this fill the void left by his hasty breakthrough from the Celestial Human Level, but with such a terrifying accumulation of power, Lu Xuan could feel that,
once he read the Five Thousand Words of Dao and De and obtained the Supreme Dharma Scripture his master had left for the Earth Immortal Level, he would likely experience an incredible leap in power!
He let out a slow breath of turbid air and shook his head, composing himself. As he experienced his terrifying, almost fully Innate physical body, a question arose in his mind.
’Third Master... was he in a desperate battle with someone?’
’Buddha Blood... from a Buddha?’
He swallowed hard. A single drop of blood was this terrifying, containing three thousand worlds inhabited by countless Arhats and Bodhisattvas. The Buddha who shed this blood... what level of Existence was he?
’A Dao Fruit, from the legends? A level beyond the Seventh Step?’
Lu Xuan was lost in thought.
He remained quiet for a long time in the silent void. Here, Time had no meaning. Space did not exist. There was no up or down, no cardinal directions.
Lu Xuan just sat there quietly, holding the Heaven-Reaching Fishing Drum, visualizing his treasured physical form. His body, shrouded in a dim light, bloomed with a brilliant Innate Spiritual Light. All was silent.
An unknown amount of time passed before the void roiled and shook once more. A proud and imposing figure limped in.
"Third Master!" Lu Xuan quickly stood and bowed, then stole a glance at him. Half of his Third Master’s body was stained with blood, but... it wasn’t his own.
Every drop of blood burst forth with different kinds of Innate Material and terrifying essence. It wasn’t just Buddhist rhythm; there were many other vast auras that Lu Xuan didn’t recognize. Each strand was like the firmament itself, stretching out to infinity.
’GULP!’
Lu Xuan swallowed hard.
As the Lame Daoist walked into the Origin, several enraged roars seemed to follow him in from where he came, echoing deafeningly throughout the space.
"Spirit Treasure, have you gone mad?"
"When did we ever provoke you?"
"Spirit Treasure, you’re being unreasonable!"
Listening as those mighty Daoist voices gradually faded, the Lame Daoist flicked his sword, chuckled, and muttered to himself, 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Reasonable? I *am* the reason. Why would I need to be reasonable with you lot..."
As he spoke, he looked up at Lu Xuan, a flash of surprise in his eyes. Then he smiled and said,
"You, my boy, really lucked out. Your fortune is quite deep, quite deep indeed..."
After a pause, the Lame Daoist sat down casually, cross-legged. The bloodstains on his body began to dissolve bit by bit. Lu Xuan watched with extreme envy. There had to be at least a few hundred drops of blood, each comparable to the Buddha Blood from before. ’If I absorbed all of that...’
’My physical body alone would probably be strong enough to shatter a Grand Grade with a single punch, right?’
The Lame Daoist laughed and said,
"Xiaoxuan, why did you call for me in such a hurry?"
Lu Xuan snapped back to his senses, quickly bowed again, and answered honestly,
"To answer you, Third Master, I met Grandpa Chu."
"What?" The Lame Daoist was a little confused.
"The Grandpa Chu who raised me when I was a child... After he died, I buried him myself and guarded his grave for over a month. But today, Grandpa Chu came to see me again."
