With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 510 - 468: Struck by Heavenly Tribulation, Meng Chuan Enters the Dharma Realm and Receives Enlightenment—True Martial Displays Divine Might! (6K Double-Length) (4)
According to Sui Spring Autumn, this kid becoming a Great Saint is only a matter of time.
If not for the teachings of the core True Martial method, he wouldn’t be able to control it.
For the sake of the True Martial aura enduring, he also has to let this kid learn a bit...
The two stopped speaking and sat cross-legged on the ground around Meng Chuan to guard him.
Before long, another person flew over from the distance.
"Senior brother, how’s the situation?"
Cheng Miao often knew about this as the ’acting head,’ and came over immediately.
This incident could easily escalate into "a diplomatic conflict between two schools."
Chen Tuan explained:
"It’s okay, this kid went to the Emperor’s Dharma Realm. Let’s wait."
"Alright, by the way, senior brother, you go invite the Great Emperor for a ritual..."
As he spoke, Cheng Miao glanced at Zhao Shousui who was beside him.
Zhao Shousui immediately stood up; he was from the lineage of the head master Cheng, and awkwardly said:
"Master uncle, you chat, I’ll leave first."
Chen Tuan waved his hand and said:
"Ignore it, upon my emergence this time, this matter was to be notified to Wudang Grandmaster and above.
You just sit here and listen, just don’t spread it with a big mouth."
"Don’t worry, master uncle, I am the third generation of Wudang, politically reliable, and famous for a tight mouth."
The three sat cross-legged on the spot, quietly waiting for Meng Chuan to awaken...
...
In the dimness, Meng Chuan felt like he was diving.
When he was first sucked into that rift, there was still light around him.
It felt like sinking to the bottom of the sea; as he went deeper, the surroundings became increasingly dark, and his vision gradually blurred...
But Meng Chuan knew that he wasn’t going to the "netherworld."
It was the Dharma Realm.
This feeling was all too familiar.
It’s just that this time, the process of going was particularly long.
After a long while, it seemed as if time had lost its meaning in this bizarre space.
He couldn’t sense anything, no matter how he stretched his Spiritual Power to the limit, the feedback was still nothingness.
"It seems that the distance between Dharma realms varies greatly. This journey to the inside of the Dharma realm is very much like the entryway to the Demon Nest, some are long, some are short."
Meng Chuan made a reasonable guess based on current intelligence.
He felt that this distance was also testing his willpower.
For others, losing the sense of limbs for so long, drifting in nothingness, they might have despaired long ago.
After an unknown length of time, the Spiritual Power extended outside seemed to touch something, resistance came, and after easily penetrating it, there was a disappearing feedback from his senses.
Meng Chuan was moved, he continued heading toward there, suddenly feeling the darkness around him rapidly retreating.
Like a drowning man grabbing a mast, his soul was instantly pulled back into his body, the sensation of limbs exploding open, his heart pounding like a drum, shattering the void.
"The sensation of the body returned..."
The next moment, he found himself already standing on firm ground.
He pounded his chest, seeming to be a heavy feeling of the soul returning to his place, making his chest somewhat stuffy.
He knew he was here only in spirit, while his body was still lying on the mountain.
Unexpectedly, such changes occurred.
Meng Chuan increasingly felt that in exploring Spiritual Power, there was still a long road to travel.
At this moment, he glanced around.
This glance became crucial; he began to wonder if he had really come to report to the underworld...
Solid ground underfoot, resembling blue-gray stone slabs, exuding a cold sheen.
Looking up, there was no sky light, only countless things like ghost flames floating chaotically.
The road about four or five meters wide was flanked by huge bone spurs curved like ribs.
Looking forward, in the distance, there was a vague silhouette of a building, looking like the Bridge of Helplessness...
Meng Chuan increasingly doubted if the True Martial Emperor’s Dharma realm looked like this ghastly?
Couldn’t be!
He composed himself and found the mental panel still there.
He didn’t move forward; in case it was indeed the netherworld, he could "turn back and be saved" sooner...
Returning to that diving area was like "returning a soul."
There was nothing to see underfoot and ahead, Meng Chuan leaned toward the side of the stone path.
Standing in front of those rib-like objects, he reached out to touch and feel.
"It is indeed bone, like from some kind of large creature... no, it is the ribs of a solid-type Celestial Demon’s chest cavity..."
