With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 562 - 514: The Heart Demon Captures the Soul, Meng Chuan... Defeated!
Frowning, using his mind to perceive all around.
No change, as always, an extremely dense darkness.
Looking far, he probes the darkness for hidden dangers, while sinking into memories...
Showing a look of doubt:
"Could it be Hui Yuan’s doing?"
Who has such great ability?
Some Buddhist Sect Secret Technique Blood Wheel Eye...
Calming himself, he then ponders carefully.
Now calm, he recalls the madness and strange phenomena after "powering up" at the Martial Monk Courtyard.
A flash of horror appears on his face.
This situation is likely unrelated to Hui Yuan, or even the monks.
He must have been enticed by the Heart Demon!
And it probably isn’t that simple...
His perception is constantly expanding all around.
Yet no feedback returns.
No desires to create disturbances, all the eye sees, where the heart reaches.
Only endless darkness.
He has an epiphany amid the haze.
It is the uncontrolled anger that created all of this.
However, the Heart Demon borrowed the flames of anger.
It lured away his soul...
At this moment, though there is much he doesn’t understand about the Heart Demon specifics.
Facing things as they come, he quickly calms his mind.
Meng Chuan also realizes what he most urgently needs to do.
Race against time with the Heart Demon, find a way out, perform "soul-calling" for himself.
When the "soul" is depleted, the "spirit" becomes an empty shell.
In the outside world, indistinguishable from a breathing corpse...
...
Like a blind man groping the elephant, he feels a bit lost, walking in the darkness.
Reaching out to explore the way, only met with endless cold and dampness.
Trapped here, he seems to have become an ordinary person devoid of Martial Arts Cultivation.
Walking for a while, fatigue rises to his mind, filling his limbs and bones.
Meng Chuan finds clarity, realizing it’s the "rules" of this world suppressing, essentially the dimensional differences at play.
With experience in roaming beyond the heavens, he knows all his actions within are led by his soul as nourishment.
Ultimately, it is the Spiritual Power supporting walking, sitting, laying down, even logical thinking.
The Heart Demon has brought him to the "Heart Demon World", severely suppressing the role of Spiritual Power here, everything appears "illusory".
Thus, he didn’t think to summon the dragon demon to explore the way for himself.
Actions wasting Spiritual Power must be forbidden here.
Crisis.
A great crisis!
Whether probing with the mind or physical feedback, everything undoubtedly points to the strength of will.
Suffering and torment will be the main theme here.
The mental oppression at this moment is just the beginning...
...
"All conditioned phenomena are like a dream, an illusion, like dew or a flash of lightning; thus should you meditate upon them."
Meng Chuan’s ears perk up, he hears Master Bai Bao’s high-pitched voice!
Wiping nonexistent sweat, his spirit is slightly more invigorated with this Buddhist recitation.
He stretches his limbs, showing a pleased expression.
Feeling more energetic.
Meanwhile, as the Buddhist chant rings bright.
Light enters.
"Master Bai Bao’s [power] is formidable, able to penetrate dimensional barriers?"
Meng Chuan knows this is aid for him to overcome difficulties.
Feeling grateful, he then continues to study his situation.
Surroundings remain dark.
He can’t see direction, but opening his eyes, he can "see" black.
Boundless darkness traps him.
Opening his palm, suddenly sensing starry light flickering.
In this situation, this bit of light appears increasingly enchanting.
Where to go?
He looks down at his palm, asking his Martial Arts will.
...
Outside, Moon Platform Gardens.
Bai Bao sits cross-legged at the bedhead, eyes closed reciting sutras.
Meng Chuan unconscious, for already three days.
Bai Bao looks down at him, eyebrows furrowing.
Spiritual Power seeks through the void, greatly consuming.
He, too, spent so much time, finally found a gap from the void.
Put inside a trace of Buddha power, assisting Meng Chuan to transcend tribulation.
The entire Shaolin, even Great Chu, can do better than him at this moment.
Only Martial Arts Great Saint.
What he can do, is only this much.
The unsaved souls, unable to receive assistance from Immortals and Buddhas beyond the heavens.
Heart Demon confuses, only self-help.
...
Three days in the human world, a dream in spring and autumn.
Time here loses its meaning.
Meng Chuan trapped in darkness, completely unaware of how long has passed.
Only feeling emptiness, life slipping away with it.
All around, an endless expanse of black.
Wherever he walks, darkness follows.
It seems intending to trap him here, alive.
He looks down, his body already fused with the environment.
Even using the palm to illuminate legs and feet.
Providing feedback to eyes, still an expanse of pitch black.
Stretching out hand to touch, reassuring solid feel returns.
Still here, Meng Chuan then feels at ease.
The bit of light in his palm still blocks the continued spread of darkness.
This light is the most precious thing for the Martial Arts Family.
Martial Arts will.
This dark predicament is precisely the realm of the Heart Demon.
He learned at United University, Heart Demon is not real or tangible, relying on one’s own strength.
This situation now is entirely different from the Heart Demon encountered during Martial Arts Breakthrough.
The breakthrough Heart Demon intends to question mind and body, whether the Martial Arts will is firm.
Its strength, no matter how flimsy the sufferer’s Martial Arts will is, at most is balanced with one’s own right after the breakthrough.
His Martial Arts will is originally steadfast, plus the Heart Demon’s strength is limited.
When encountering Heart Demon during breakthrough, dealing with it was a punch for each one.
But at this moment, why has the Heart Demon not even revealed its form, playing tricks on him solely with darkness?
The power, unimaginably strong, where does it originate from?
Meng Chuan introspected.
No other choice.
Final liberation.
A 420% increase in power...
This is the root of uncontrolled rage, and also the source of the Heart Demon’s power.
The Buddhist sect preaches that every peck and drink is predetermined.
When the liberation rate was relatively low, he could barely control his mind, which was "suppressing the Heart Demon."
Ultimately liberating to a 420% power increase was already a force far exceeding his own control.
Opening it for such a long time was indeed falling into a trap...
If he could do it again, Meng Chuan would choose...
"I would still initiate the final liberation, fiercely attacking that Huiyuan, as I cannot endure any grievance..."
It is his nature, allowing no one to overstep.
Adding that the opponent attacked with full force, it was a life-and-death situation, leaving no room to control the degree of liberation.
Forget it, he shook his head.
Saying this is meaningless, it’s all hindsight.
The most important thing now is how to break through the illusion and find the way out.
Previously facing the Heart Demon Barrier, there was a substantial demon head confronting him.
This time, this piece of heaven and earth has trapped him here.
It’s a Heart Demon, an obstacle, and a punishment for losing reverence for power.
The power of the Bone and Flesh Flower made him lose reverence for power.
Why can’t Huiyuan, with Qi and Blood Value over fifty thousand, settle accounts with him after the fact?
He is not without support.
With the help of the United University, whether Huiyuan lives or dies, he’d suffer significantly.
And with the shadow stone bestowed by Principal Yang in his hand, one strike could reduce him to a pulp.
With so many methods, he chose "final liberation of power," clearly knowing it might get out of control beforehand.
This was due to a loss of reverence for power by both himself and Huiyuan.
Faced with backlash at this moment, Meng Chuan accepted it.
Sigh... Thinking so much again, can’t control it...
Unable to stop the thoughts from emerging one by one.
Wanting to restrain, yet hard to suppress.
Everything seen and thought are disturbances caused by the "Body and Mind Demon."
Regaining his senses, he took a deep breath, rallied his spirit, and forcefully suppressed everything with willpower.
Continued on the path, looking for an exit.
He must get out, or his body would just be a vegetative state.
The soul lost its spirit. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
...
The black tide surged, and Meng Chuan stood in the tide practicing punches, ignoring everything else.
He didn’t know how long he searched, this place was like a chamber, where he was forcefully crammed into.
No entrance, nor exit.
Then practice punches, redemption does not necessarily mean finding an exit.
He still had to do something, doing nothing would lead to eternal sinking.
The Martial Arts will told him so.
He could feel that as he practiced punches, unknowingly, the illusion was also quietly changing.
"Eventually, I can get out."
Meng Chuan cheered himself on.
...
Time fleeted.
The darkness of this world faded significantly.
Looking up, the sky could be seen, but the bright moonlit night was absent.
Looking down again, he found himself still in complete darkness, unseen by five fingers.
It was as if the void split open, distinctly separating heaven and earth.
Boom!
Blue-purple lightning tore through the night; Meng Chuan recognized it as his own Demon Suppressing Thunder True Qi.
At the same time, countless meteors fell from the sky, trailing and bursting like fiery tongues.
The black tide surged like waves, engulfing sand, grass, and wood.
The air shrieked with the gusts of Geng Metal wind, like a bone-scraping knife.
Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Five Elements Martial Principles.
In introspection, the Divine Mountain was still there, giving him peace of mind.
Where exactly is this place?
The Heart Demon "stole" his memory, what was created was his own world.
Previously, darkness clouded the senses, hence being unable to see clearly.
With his continuous practice, he had dispelled some part of the darkness, allowing him to catch a glimpse.
The soul was dusted.
Once all is dispelled, it would be the day he sees the light again.
But he was utterly exhausted...
A sense of powerlessness grew from his fingertips, spreading through his limbs and bones, filling his entire physique.
Spiritual power is finite, and long-term punching exhausted his soul to the extreme.
Not to mention getting up to punch again, he had exhausted even the strength to move his body.
Engulfed in darkness, he wanted to keep his eyes open but simply couldn’t.
Sleep...
He was tired.
In the moment he dormant, Meng Chuan’s last thought:
"I haven’t lost yet... I... still have a back-up plan..."
Swoosh...
Closing his eyes, in the unseen moments,
the world was also changing.
Above the sky, the thunder transformed into the thickest dragon body and fell.
Striking into the black tide, gathering into a leaping lightning ball.
It attracted everything.
Whether flames, tides, sand, broken wood, slicing Geng Metal winds, or even all the darkness.
Like the heavens and earth inhaling and contracting, all were drawn and converged by it.
Meng Chuan was mistaken; the heavenly thunder wasn’t his True Qi.
Rather...
He was startled awake, lazily observing the transformation.
The light ball absorbing everything grew more dazzling.
Reflected in his pupils brightly, Meng Chuan closed his eyes again.
At this moment, he couldn’t even manage to inspect whether it was still within his body.
Can’t care, can’t ponder, might as well rest.
...
A burst of explosive thunder roared deafeningly.
Then a silence swept over heaven and earth, no further sound.
The light ball, gathered into an unknown entity, underwent inexplicable changes in silence.
It seemed to open its mouth and take a deep inhale.
The dark mist rolled backwards, wrapped around it, and then was digested.
Meng Chuan’s eyelid twitched, choosing to ignore it.
