With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 565 - 517: Massive Golden Drop, Hoarded Plunder!
Two arms tightly grasped the Flame Tip Spear, wrapped in thunderous rapidity, deeply penetrating the Heart Demon’s body.
The remaining four sinewy muscular arms followed suit, punching in.
The punch edge was like a drill, spinning as it killed its way inside.
He could clearly feel the resistance as the spear tip pierced through the layers of demonic barriers.
It was like poking through layer upon layer of cowhide paper.
"Open for me!"
Meng Chuan shouted fiercely.
The blade opened the path, the four arms interlaced, pulling out intense power!
Rip—!
Tearing the Heart Demon alive, splitting it in two!
Viscous black mist, like stirred ink, rolled in the air.
In an instant, the Heart Demon exploded, blowing up vast remnants of black mist and unknown substances.
In the filth, a pale blue tuft rose, exposed in mid-recognition sea.
The Tao Heart is saved!
Meng Chuan beckoned with one hand, holding it in his palm.
He took a closer look, finding it terribly shriveled.
Originally, the Tao Heart’s manifestation was like a ball of jumping lightning.
He lowered his head to gaze, suddenly surprised.
The Tao Heart was not only inactive but also shriveled, looking like a giant blueberry kept for too long...
Even the previously gleaming blue light couldn’t be maintained, revealing a surface full of wrinkles.
Pinching it...
Squeak...
Soft and elastic, the feel was surprisingly good...
The Tao Heart, sensing being pinched, transmitted a weak dissatisfaction consciousness to him.
Meng Chuan was both amused and helpless.
Seeing its significant damage, he blamed it entirely on the Heart Demon.
The Tao Heart was not only possessed by the Heart Demon but also drained dry...
Regaining his senses, he quickly sent it back to the Spirit Platform Primordial Spirit for nurturing.
When he practices the Tao Heart Demon Cultivation Technique in the future, the Tao Heart should gradually recover as the technique improves.
Seeing the Tao Heart besides being shriveled, having no other major issues.
He returns to the recognition sea to clean up the mess.
As soon as Meng Chuan entered, he saw two dragon demons, one big and one small, like in a contest, frantically devouring the black mist after the Heart Demon’s explosion.
These were all negative energy, useless to them.
They were also worried about cowardice at the beginning, fearing the master would settle accounts later, hence now desperately devouring...
Meng Chuan was happy to see this scene, transforming the Flame Tip Spear into a whip, giving each dragon a hit.
The effect was remarkable, they worked even harder...
"Foolish!"
He couldn’t help but laugh and scold.
Now that the great threat has been eliminated, his mood greatly improved.
Waiting for the two dragons to expel all the black mist from the recognition sea, Meng Chuan collected the form of three heads and six arms.
With a thought, he voluntarily returned the power.
Gradually, the golden monk robe on his body transformed into a stream of light, disappearing.
The heads on both sides of his neck, Baby Buddha and Patriarch Kasyapa, also flowed away and dissipated like fine sand.
The extra arms on his body, even before the thought shifted, disintegrated and vanished on their own.
Meanwhile, the state of energy absorption also happened to disappear.
Roughly estimating, it lasted for about an hour, which was quite lasting.
Feeling the dissipation of power, he didn’t have much reluctance.
Power that inherently doesn’t belong to him should not be coveted.
He merely introspects in his heart:
"[Rebirth Nirvana] has entered cooldown, for the next whole year, must tread cautiously..."
...
Outside world.
With a flip of his hand, Divine Monk Bai Bao made the Baby Buddha on Meng Chuan’s brow disappear.
Giving him a once-over from head to toe, nodding secretly.
The black mark gradually faded until it completely vanished.
The brow restored to whiteness, hinting at some inexplicable rosiness.
But Meng Chuan hasn’t awakened yet, presumably the consumption of eliminating the Tao Heart was substantial, still needing to adjust his breath.
Seeing Venerable Shi’s expression showing some concern, Bai Bao smiled:
"It’s no big deal now, this kid is safe."
Venerable Shi is the head of external affairs at Shaolin Temple.
Meng Chuan’s incident, United University’s troublemaking, would definitely target him first...
Venerable Shi, eyes on Meng Chuan, nodding in response:
"This kid, once he wakes up, must be made to join my Shaolin, for him, the losses are not small..."
Hearing this, Bai Bao slightly shook his head, words carrying admonition:
"Everything is without fixed rules, go with the heart. Meng Chuan is the same, acting at will is fine.
Elder Shi, don’t be bound by forms, don’t be trapped by procedures, be free and at ease, then it aligns with our Buddhist sect’s free and easy nature."
Venerable Shi first dazed, then nodded solemnly.
"Well said..."
What Divine Monk said, not only addressing the matter.
Also awakening him, not to be blinded by obstacles.
Getting lost in triviality, moving away from Buddha.
Seeing he understood, Bai Bao smiled.
Then faced the Kasyapa monk’s robe and beads, pressed his palms together, and uttered a Buddhist name.
The two drifted on the wind, lifted by an invisible big hand, slowly flying away.
Returning to [Piluch Vedic Chamber], no need for Venerable Shi to run the errand again.
Beside, Venerable Shi also pressed palms together, watching Patriarch Kasyapa’s two faith relics depart.
Before expressing gratitude to Divine Monk Bai Bao for enlightening his confusion.
He heard the other party laugh again:
"Amitabha, Elder Shi, the Heart Sutra you practiced, the words [Clear Mind] has already been pointed out.
If you attach to appearances and make distinctions, it’s hard to certify the [Bodhisattva] position."
Arhat, Bodhisattva, Buddha, three levels of fruit rank in Buddhist sect.
Also names of the Buddhist sect for Five Limit Venerable, and even Seven Limit Great Saint during the Ancient Martial Era. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Of course, in that era, the highest Buddha rank was just a notion.
Ancient Buddhist sect, had no seventh limit "Physical Buddha."
"May I ask Divine Monk, what is Clear Mind?"
Upon Bai Bao’s words, Venerable Shi was not displeased, humbly seeking advice.
He naturally knew what Clear Mind is, but everyone’s understanding of Buddhist principles varies.
Being able to receive guidance from Divine Monk Bai Bao today, his "destined encounter" has come.
Divine Monk Bai Bao pondered:
"Clear Mind is knowing the original mind is unstained; At will is not clinging to actions. When the mind is clear, actions follow, actions following in return proves the mind clarity, both are inherently one, no need to force separation."
Venerable Shi realized with a delayed understanding.
Then he nodded solemnly:
"The young monk has learned, thank the Divine Monk."
While waiting for Meng Chuan to wake up, he repeatedly contemplated this sentence in his heart, and suddenly felt greatly benefited.
...
In the Sea of Consciousness.
Meng Chuan, at this moment, could clearly urge his soul to return to his body.
But he remained rooted in place, somewhat doubtful, observing everything before him.
The black fog was completely devoured by the dragon demons.
Revealing an inexplicable, faintly crimson mist liquid.
The light red mist, condensing to almost liquid state, finally showed a liquid-like flowing and aggregated shape.
What is this?
Meng Chuan looked to the side.
The dragon demon twins burped and spit out the accidentally swallowed faintly red mist liquid.
Gathering in the air, forming a cluster, unable to disperse.
He thought for a moment, and the dragon demons conveyed their feedback with grievance.
These things cannot be swallowed, cannot be digested, tearing through the intestines and stomach!
Just now, the black fog that corroded the spiritual foundation could be wantonly devoured by the dragon demons.
What exactly are these things, with such great power?
He pondered for a moment, deciding to try and touch it.
This is his main field, with no issues in the Sea of Consciousness, his spiritual avatar would be fine too.
Just upon touching a little, a shiver came, as if the body was electrified.
Not being stimulated, but feeling great...
At this moment, Meng Chuan’s soul’s expression was exceedingly delighted...
After feeling it for a while, he raised an eyebrow.
Good stuff!
Retracting his hand, savoring the taste, like...
Qi Blood?
No.
Qi Blood cannot exist independently, apart from the body of a martial artist.
But if separated, what would happen, or what would it transform into?
"..."
Meng Chuan suddenly thought, his spirit invigorated.
"Yes, that’s it..."
The precursor of Qi Blood before being converted and absorbed, is indeed mystic energy!
These faint crimson mist liquids, are all the mystic energy of heaven and earth "hidden" by the Tao Heart!
It is the "Qi Blood" embezzled during his cultivation of spiritual methods!
Meng Chuan realized, the mystic energy not absorbed by the body, turned out to look like this.
Truly gaining insight.
Coming back to his senses:
"The Tao Heart didn’t use this mystic energy..."
He originally thought the purpose of the Tao Heart’s blood absorption was to transform it into spiritual power to fill himself, along with giving him a bit.
Seems there’s another reason...
He never expected that defeating the Heart Demon, the one exploding "gold coins" was the Tao Heart...
But it’s also good, the Heart Demon is very similar to the conceptual Celestial Demons encountered before.
A body full of "waste fog", useless...
Perceptions drift out of the Sea of Consciousness, into the depths of the Primordial Spirit, to consult the shriveled big blueberry.
The Tao Heart indicates a refusal to communicate, and shrinks back further.
Meng Chuan pondered briefly, and left the Primordial Spirit.
"No talk, no bother..."
The counterpart has always been like that, never communicating about the blood absorption affair.
A moment later, he joyfully held a basin of mystic energy and returned.
This thing gives pleasure upon contact, uncontrollable...
Standing in front of the Tao Heart, he handed it over.
The Tao Heart moved slightly, pounced and devoured it all.
Rippled twice, even the wrinkles on it faded a bit, restored a trace of past glory.
Rooted on the ground, seemingly looking at him with expectation.
Meng Chuan nodded secretly, confirming that the Tao Heart can restore normality through "blood absorption".
No need to worry then, he turned to leave, not taking away a single cloud...
Want more?
Can’t give a bit!
Next, rely on cultivation methods to help it recover will suffice.
As for these in the Sea of Consciousness, they are naturally his mystic energy.
Now, of course, they should return to their rightful owner...
If these are digested, how much Qi Blood can they provide him?
He couldn’t help but look forward to it...
...
Swoosh...
Meng Chuan’s soul descended from the void, returning to the body.
The sense of division was too strong, taking a good while, only then did he open his eyes.
Seeing the two monks, he showed an expression of gratitude.
He can survive this ordeal, partly due to the great merit of [Nirvana Transcending Rainbow].
On the other hand, the credit goes to the two monks.
Just having battled fiercely in the Sea of Consciousness, where did the endless spiritual power come from, and who invited Master Kashyapa here, Meng Chuan knew clearly in his heart.
He slowly stood up, twisting his waist intending to get out of bed.
The invisible huge hand in the air pressed him back down again.
Meng Chuan puzzled, only to see Mage Bai Bao smiling:
"Donor Meng, after overcoming the Heart Demon, you need rest for recovery."
Beside him, Venerable Shi likewise nodded:
"The young donor’s Sea of Consciousness remains unstable, the mind still hollow, should indeed rest more, otherwise it easily leaves hidden injuries."
Meng Chuan felt the same, but right now, he couldn’t care about so much...
In the Sea of Consciousness, the vast mystic energy passively absorbed gradually.
All gathered at the martial arts firmament, preventing the Tao Heart from snatching food at the tiger’s mouth...
This process, lacking his guidance, the mist liquids scurry around like headless flies.
With inner breath slightly controlled, it transforms into a chaotic dragon dance, still stirring the "Inner World" unrestfully.
Meng Chuan abruptly sprang up, rushing outwards, leaving only his voice echoing.
"I can’t hold it, apologies dear masters..."
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Beside the bed, the two stared wide-eyed, baffled...
