klisemfg Chapter 245 Eighth Transformation of Heavenly Soul
Chapter 245 Eighth Transformation of Heavenly Soul
"to be honest."
"Shenxu Dizang is not what I thought."
Stepping through the door and looking at the scene in front of him, Su Chen was a little stunned.
Dao Mark.
There are too many Dao marks.
Moreover, all that came into his eyes were Dao marks of the Second Realm.
There are so many Dao Marks that they are almost like the shining stars in the night sky of the Ksitigarbha World, and they are simply impossible to count.
"How many Second Realm cultivators have perished here?"
"Dozens, or hundreds..."
"And this is only the number of Dao Marks in the second realm."
"There must be Dao Marks from the Third Realm, but I just can't see the number clearly."
Su Chen sighed, his eyes filled with shock.
What really concerned him was that there were so many of these second-level Dao Marks that they were almost defenseless and within his reach.
As for the reason.
The Ksitigarbha world before him was bustling with activity, filled with the atmosphere of a human dynasty. Before him lay the imperial city of a dynasty, where all who came and went were weak mortals.
Of course, there are also practitioners among them.
Unfortunately.
He follows the path of cultivation in the human world. Although he can also borrow the power of heaven and earth to gain powerful strength, at best he can only be compared to the tenth stage of Qi training, which is the limit.
In essence, we are still mortals.
Here, there are no immortal cultivators, only a world composed entirely of mortals.
"This……"
For a moment, Su Chen was silent.
then.
He took a step forward and stepped into the bustling imperial city, feeling the real atmosphere here, so real that it made him feel nostalgic.
"Did you hear that?"
"Recently, the crown prince was deposed."
"Of course I've heard about it. It's a big deal right now. The Crown Prince has always been very close to the young emperor of the enemy country. And this year, the two countries clashed, and our Great Xuan army, with its powerful cavalry, was defeated..."
"Rumor has it that the Crown Prince's position was in jeopardy, and he sold military secrets to Daning!"
"In that case, the prince deserves to be killed!"
The royal city is bustling and extremely prosperous.
Even though it was getting dark, the lights were still on.
And what people are talking about here is basically the abolition of the prince.
Su Chen didn't care about these.
He stretched out his hand and headed towards the Dao mark in the sky.
There is no other meaning.
He just wanted to try and see if these countless second-level Dao marks in the sky were really so within reach. If danger came, like a terrifying fairy beast or a demon god, Su Chen would not be surprised.
but.
Nothing happened.
A second-level Dao mark, like a wandering spirit snake, was swept into Su Chen's body.
Nothing happened.
There are no fairy beasts and no demon gods.
Only the ten Heavenly Dao Marks in his body became even hungrier.
"Really... within reach."
"It seems there's a limit. You can only take one a day."
"This is incredible."
Su Chen was speechless for a moment.
The higher you go on the path to immortality, the narrower the road becomes.
The Dao Marks of the Second Realm, if placed in the Mountain and Sea Realm, each one can cause a bloody storm, and even drive the Heavenly Palace crazy. Not to mention the Nascent Soul, there is also the Divine Transformation Realm. Even the original Second Realm Heavenly Monarchs would rush to snatch it with red eyes.
The road to immortality is rugged, and the higher you go, the fewer high-ranking people there are.
Even if one enters the second realm, it is extremely difficult to increase a second realm Dao mark. It requires the consumption of resources and countless hard work.
If these Dao marks were released, they would probably allow the Mountain and Sea Realm to regain its ancient glory.
however.
Despite possessing so many second-level Dao traces and such top-level resources, this Ksitigarbha world is a path for human cultivation and does not have any immortal inheritance.
It was as if it was destined that everything would be his.
"Then let's refine the Dao Mark here."
Su Chen stopped in the imperial city.
He found an abandoned house and settled down there.
One second-level Dao mark can be refined in one day.
When the second realm of spiritual transformation is complete, there will be one hundred second realm Dao marks.
Su Chen had a feeling that as long as he refined ninety-nine second-level Dao marks and accumulated the size of a second-level perfect Heavenly Lord, he would be able to step into the eighth-level immortal heavenly soul as he wished.
that's it.
Su Chen settled down in the imperial capital of Daxuan.
At this time, the mortals in the Ksitigarbha world had no idea that a being who was like an immortal or god to them had descended here.
……
For seven consecutive days, the wind was light and the clouds were clear, and the ancient well was calm.
Su Chen is like this.
The same is true of the Great Xuan Dynasty in the Ksitigarbha world.
"Seven Dao Marks."
"One mark a day is still a bit slow."
“Perhaps, when I step into the eighth level of the Eternal Life Heavenly Soul, the Heavenly Absolute Dao Mark will undergo some changes, and the speed of absorbing the Dao Mark will be able to increase a bit.”
Su Chen was wearing a plain robe. He planted flowers and plants in this abandoned house, loosening the soil and applying fertilizer from time to time. He was not planting any precious medicine, but just had nothing to do and wanted to kill time.
……
Another twenty-three days passed.
In the courtyard.
The flowers bloomed.
The grass is also growing lushly.
Even the trees that were planted have taken shape, with branches and green leaves growing slowly.
"Thirty Dao Marks."
"almost."
Su Chen loosened the soil around the tree.
Here, everything was still peaceful, but in the Great Xuan Dynasty of Ksitigarbha World, things were turbulent. The undercurrent could no longer be hidden, and it wanted to break through the darkness, creating a huge storm at dawn.
But all this has nothing to do with Su Chen.
"It's just a fight among mortals."
Su Chen fertilized the tree again.
of course.
This is done by feeding and fertilizing with the vital energy of longevity. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the tree to grow so tall and stand here in just thirty days.
Maybe, after he left.
It is not impossible that this tree will grow into the first immortal tree in the Ksitigarbha world.
tonight.
The night wind is cool.
The Daxuantian Prison was cold and damp, but there was a man wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, holding a half-rolled book, and studying hard with a frown in the moonlight shining through the prison window.
The jailers retreated one after another.
Dark place.
A figure slowly walked over.
"Your Highness."
"The Grand Master has arrived, the path has been forged, it's time to go!"
The black shadow was urging him, but the prince, who was holding half a book, was not in a hurry. His eyes were still on the book until he turned the last page of the half-rolled book, and his frown finally relaxed.
But he seemed not to hear the shadow's urging, and continued speaking slowly.
"I have finished reading the half-volume of the Tomb Book that deceived my father into seeking immortality and ultimately led him to become a tyrannical ruler."
"It says in the book."
"Tens of thousands of years ago, a great Buddha appeared in the world. He was like a demon god, opening his mouth and swallowing up a hundred thousand miles of territory and tens of millions of lives, causing the heavens and the earth to collapse..."
"Then a blue bull appeared, holding up the heavens and the earth, biting the sky apart and devouring countless stars. Its mighty might was as irresistible as that of a demon or immortal. The three thousand kingdoms of Ksitigarbha were in constant fear..."
"It was then that the practitioners of the Three Thousand Nations realized that martial arts had their limits, and that beyond the Grandmaster level, there was an even more terrifying path..."
"A falling star creates a divine fire. Even a Grandmaster approaching would be easily burned to ashes. Yet, even so, generation after generation of Grandmasters and Grandmasters resolutely embrace death, ultimately achieving the legend of the immortal path within the stars..."
The prince was whispering.
Tens of thousands of years is too long.
According to historical records, the most powerful dynasty in the Ksitigarbha World only lasted for three thousand years. Everything from ten thousand years ago has long since become like ancient smoke and dust, remaining only in legends.
The path to immortality is even more bizarre.
The Grand Master is the pinnacle of the Ksitigarbha world. He is a master of martial arts, the ultimate in the world, with a lifespan of 200 years. He can break mountains with a sword and cut rivers and seas with a knife. He can rule an entire country by himself. This is the limit.
"Is there really such a thing as a god-like immortal that can swallow the heavens and the earth?"
"perhaps."
"Really?"
"Otherwise, my father, a Grandmaster, wouldn't be so obsessed that he wouldn't even change his personality, becoming a tyrant who would mobilize the entire people to conquer the world and search for the whereabouts of the Immortal Path..."
The young prince asked himself questions and answered them, then shook his head and threw it into the brazier in front of him. He put on the robe handed to him by the black shadow and walked out without looking back.
"The immortal path described in the storybooks is so bizarre, yet Father actually believed it."
"It seems."
"He's really old."
"Since that's the case, I, his once most beloved son, will be here to see him off! The pinnacle of power, the highest throne, should belong to the young Lion King, not an old lion..."
……
……
Day ninetieth.
The wind is coming.
Then came heavy rain.
In the abandoned house, the strong wind blew, leaving the flowers and plants in a mess. Many flowers and plants were uprooted and swept into the tornado-like night.
There is only one big tree, with deep roots and lush branches and leaves that have been growing in the dark. At this moment, it is blooming with silver flowers.
It is in full bloom.
It was the only one that survived.
"Ten days left."
"It's time for me to achieve the immortality of the eighth level of the Heavenly Soul."
Su Chen sat cross-legged under the tree. Although he felt sorry for the flowers and plants, he didn't care much. He drank tea quietly, letting the wind and rain blow on his body, watching the grand drama in the imperial city with great interest.
To him, the disputes among ordinary people in secular dynasties were completely boring, just like the fight between two groups of ants. But he was idle anyway, sitting there for ninety days.
There's nothing wrong with just watching the fun.
The night is lonely.
The wind is cool.
It rained heavily.
Outside the Great Xuanhuang Capital, tonight three thousand men in armor, covered in dust and wind, holding sharp swords, came from the distant frontier, with burning murderous intent in their chests to turn the world upside down.
"The Emperor has no moral principles."
"All the people of the world chase him away!"
"Please ask Emperor Xuan to abdicate and restore peace and prosperity to the world..."
There was a Taoist priest dressed in green, with lightning in his eyes, riding a tall horse. There was a young nobleman wearing a robe, holding the horse for him, and they had a smooth journey into the imperial city.
Along the way, no one dared to block the way, and no one disturbed them.
This was because the Taoist on horseback was a rare figure in the world, a great master who could suppress or even kill a dynasty! The young nobleman holding his horse was the former crown prince.
that's it.
An old man and a young boy came to the palace gate and stopped there.
Just because.
There was an old figure in imperial robes, standing on the palace gate wall like a lion, with his back to them, looking up at the moon in the wind and rain.
He is the Xuan Emperor and also a great master.
"I, am I wrong?"
"I'm right."
"Beyond the martial arts path, there is also the immortal path. Even if it was once a fleeting flash in the pan, buried in the dust of history, someone in the future will emerge and, as the first to seek the immortal path, welcome the immortal path back, create the dawn, and give new life..."
"as well as……"
"Go to the real world!"
“It’s worth any sacrifice for this!”
"so."
"I am not wrong! The ones who are wrong are you, the traitors who are like frogs in the well!"
That night, in the midst of wind and rain, the old Emperor Xuan's eyes were wide open with anger. The wind and rain that swept across the whole city came to a standstill at this moment. He fired the first shot in this grandmaster's decisive battle.
His figure was as fast as the wind, his palms were as powerful as thunder, and the wind and rain gathered around him, working together with him to kill the foreign enemies!
"Xuan Emperor."
"Why bother?"
"As a Grandmaster, why do you refuse even the last bit of dignity the new emperor has reserved for you..."
"You are old! Why do you want to die?"
The Taoist in green drew the long sword from his bosom. From then on, the roaring wind and rain in the sky could no longer make any noise, and all the colors of the imperial city were eclipsed by the thunder.
……
……
Ninety-ninth day.
Three thousand armored soldiers entered the city.
This rare grandmaster showdown lasted for nine days and nine nights and finally came to an end.
The wind and rain suddenly stopped!
The sky was filled with thunder, and the mountain was still shining brightly among the dark clouds.
The outcome has been decided.
The aged Emperor Xuan no longer had any trace of the demeanor of a grandmaster. His palm of wind and rain was ultimately no match for the Taoist in green's sword of thunder.
"perhaps."
"It's not the wind and rain that's less than thunder."
"It's just that I... am old..."
"wrong!"
"You are all wrong!"
"I, what I did is right! There really is a path to immortality in this world. Even if I bear the eternal infamy and am labeled a tyrant, sooner or later, people in the future will know that my sins are in the present, but my merits will last for thousands of years..."
Emperor Xuan was whispering.
"Pity."
"After all, we still have no chance to meet."
Emperor Xuan died.
Even in death, he still looked up at the sky with hope. He looked up at the sky, as if he was still looking at the illusory moon, but also as if he was looking at the real world recorded in ancient books, his dead eyes filled with regret.
"Is there a path to immortality above the martial arts?"
"Is it important?"
"It's not important, Father."
"No one cares about the blessings of future generations, only the present moment. If you initiate this revolution, even if you are a Grandmaster, you will fall..."
The young prince, now the new emperor, stepped forward and, in the stagnant wind and rain, took off his robe and draped it over the fallen Emperor Xuan.
There is no right or wrong in the world, only winning or losing.
That's it.
Three thousand armored soldiers entered the city.
Since then.
Suppress the imperial city, surround the new emperor, and officially take charge of Daxuan.
“It’s so sad.”
"A great leader, a Grand Master and ruler of a nation, was led astray by a few tattered books found in an ancient tomb. How tragic and lamentable..."
The Taoist in green shook his head, taking charge of the overall situation. Seeing that the chaotic situation had been settled, he said no more, rode his tall horse, and left the imperial city leisurely.
He is the Grand Master.
The ultimate in human life: a lifespan of 200 years, a free and unfettered life.
Available at this time.
When the Taoist in green clothes left the imperial city, he seemed to have sensed something and suddenly turned around. Looking back at the imperial city in the dark, he suddenly saw an extremely incredible scene.
I saw that above a house, at some point, a giant tree had grown out of the ground, continued to grow, and bloomed with dazzling silver flowers that shone all over the sky.
And above the treetops, as if in the clouds, there was a young man sitting cross-legged, with an ethereal temperament. He withdrew his gaze from the palace with an unsatisfied look.
“It’s really a good show.”
"pity."
"It's finally over."
Also at this time.
It was exactly the hundredth day.
Su Chen stretched out his hand and absorbed the 100th Dao Mark from the Dao Mark stars in the sky. The ten huge Tianjue Dao Marks in his body, which had expanded to the extreme, rushed forward and greedily swallowed it all.
Also today, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and an indescribable vicissitudes of life, holiness, and ancient aura burst out from Su Chen's body.
He has reached the eighth level of immortality in the Heavenly Soul!
Rumble!
The Wanwanli Tianjue soul consciousness, which was originally equivalent to the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Man, not only did not expand at this moment, but instead continued to shrink at this moment.
In an instant.
From the soul thoughts of tens of millions of miles, it became the soul thoughts of tens of millions of miles.
only.
The quality of this soul thought, however... has undergone a drastic change.