With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 647 - 558: The Shattered Dharma Realm, Incomparably Powerful Celestial Demon, Umbrella of the Void!
Liao Chen didn’t say much, and his five fingers transformed into massive, sharp dragon claws, tearing at the mountain wall like a fierce storm.
The Buddha isn’t skilled in spiritual secret techniques; he’s best at physical exorcism.
Clad in unmatched fourth-grade divine armor, he aimed to unearth the hidden mastermind within the rock wall and smash it with a punch!
Liao Qing took a similar approach, pulling out his stick and starting to pound it, trying to find out what exactly was causing the disturbance.
To catch the thief, first catch the king.
Amidst the burst of rubble, the entire mountain cave began to tremble violently.
With a deafening boom, the dome completely collapsed, sending dust soaring into the sky.
...
After the collapse, the rubble, enough to easily bury ordinary people, couldn’t harm the Martial Arts Masters.
Not even a scratch on their skin, they crawled out of the debris in slight disarray, covered in dirt.
After a roll call, only four remained, with no trace of Meng Chuan.
"Where’s Donor Meng?"
The group looked around, seeing only ruins and broken walls.
When sensing downward, their bodies suddenly stiffened.
Liao Chen wiped the dust off his face, then twisted his waist and turned around.
In an instant of exertion, a dragon’s shadow behind him swung its tail, sweeping away ten feet of rubble.
"Below, covered by that section of the cave wall."
"Alright."
Liao Hai stepped forward, lifting the large rock wall that was over ten meters long and wide with both hands.
In the small gaps between the rubble below, Meng Chuan sat upright and intact.
Liao Hai saw his eyes hollow, as if his soul had been extracted.
"Donor Meng?!"
Throwing the rock wall aside, he rushed forward in a single bound.
The moment Liao Hai’s fingertips touched Meng Chuan’s shoulder, he instinctively retracted his hand in shock.
Under his perception, this physical body clearly had a pulse and retained body heat.
Yet it seemed like a clay statue, unresponsive to external stimuli.
"Missing heart and soul..."
Liao Qing pinched a strand of golden light, circling it three times around Meng Chuan’s body before stopping at his forehead.
Liao Chen stared at the ruins, the demonic qi on the dragon claw seething, his expression fluctuating.
Earlier, during the demolition, he clearly sensed Meng Chuan’s presence, which mysteriously vanished before the collapse.
As if something severed it abruptly.
He quickly stepped to Meng Chuan’s side, the blade-like dragon claw tips glowed with a golden light, halting at Meng Chuan’s forehead, as if frozen by an invisible force.
A ferocious dragon head emerged behind him, glaring furiously at the chubby monk.
Liao Chen’s face showed surprise, the dragon’s whiskers at his mouth trembling:
"...Apologies for intruding; the Buddha is just assessing your master’s situation."
The dragon demon’s body rose higher, twisting its head to look at its master, with its nostrils slightly flared.
Upon turning back, the expression on its dragon face clearly showed astonishment, visible to all four monks.
Liao Qing stroked his chin, clicking his tongue:
"This symbolic creature is quite perceptive; it can even sense its master’s state."
"So it’s a symbolic creature..."
Liao Chen stared intently at this half-bodied black dragon, thinking...
Why does it seem even more ferocious than my own dragon form...
The most crucial aspect is that this unique spirituality can’t be matched by any martial arts form.
"Amitabha—the Buddha is going in to rescue him.
Donor Meng has always been grateful and is sure to pass on the cultivation technique that formed the dragon head image to the Buddha..."
Upon hearing Liao Chen’s words, the other three monks instantly showed disdain.
This chubby monk, surely thinking of extorting a favor in return...
Liao Qing, more cautious, was the first to speak:
"Rescuing Donor Meng is certain; the key now is to determine what took Donor Meng’s heart and soul."
Liao Yuan nodded in agreement, first expressing his own thoughts:
"Let’s first rule out Mara; this is the Demon Nest.
The Desire Realm is still separated by a layer of the human world from the Demon Nest; Mara cannot enter."
Mara, regarded by the Buddhist Sect as the "Desire Realm’s Lord of Transformation," is also often seen as the embodiment of everyone’s heart demon.
Essentially the externalization of the worries within people’s hearts.
Not a single, tangible demon.
The monks understood his point; even if Meng Chuan attracted Mara, it would also be isolated by the Demon Nest.
At the root, there is a dimensional separation between the Demon Nest and the Desire Realm.
Liao Hai, not part of the discussion, stepped forward quickly.
Activating his full power, black streams like numerous black Vajra hands extended from his back, reaching towards Meng Chuan’s head.
After a while, he only detected an ancient, decaying demonic qi.
Like a dormant abyssal beast, lingering with a trace of greedy echo.
He suddenly looked up, his face extremely grave!
"Come over and sense this; it seems something has taken his spirit.
This entity contains extremely strong demonic qi, far from an ordinary Great Demon..."
Heavy water covers, leaving its mark.
Liao Hai felt a chilling dread inside; why is there such a powerful Celestial Demon, leaving traces of its presence?
A Celestial Demon General or one that only a Martial Arts Great Saint can suppress?
In the Demon Nest, if a Celestial Demon of General rank is present...
The concentration of demonic qi must be at least 4 units of demon energy.
The demonic qi concentration of the "Chi Li" Demon Nest is only 2 demon energy units.
What on earth happened in between?
"The node..."
Liao Hai mumbled to himself, could it be that Meng Chuan was right?
A powerful Celestial Demon bypassed through the node, lurking in the Demon Nest, with unknown intentions...
"Impossible."
Liao Chen shook his head, immediately rejecting Liao Hai’s speculation.
"If a general or even a major rank Celestial Demon infiltrated, the Fengdeng Garrison’s demon qi detector would have sent out a signal long ago.
Not to boast, but with us five national talents caught in this, even if a Great Saint isn’t tearing through the dimensions to rescue, a Celestial King would be rushing in by now..."
Not mentioning the national-level reaction, Shaolin would definitely immediately send a Celestial King Monk for rescue.
The four of them hold nearly half of the national talents at the Shaolin Temple.
