AWB Chapter 304 Enlightenment and Bodhi: The Gap is Fully Revealed
Chapter 304 Enlightenment and Bodhi: The Gap is Fully Revealed
Chapter 304 Enlightenment and Bodhi: The Gap is Fully Revealed
"Hmph! You're asking for it!"
A cold shout rang out, and before the ripples in the air had even dissipated, Yuan Lingling's figure had already vanished.
A flash of silver light appeared.
The distance of several dozen feet was instantly erased, leaving a bleak silver line in the void.
When Yuan Lingling reappeared, she was already close to the face of the burly man whose body was covered in flames.
Her right fist was clenched tightly, and the silver light on the knuckles was dazzling. It was not the release of spiritual power, but the metallic luster that emanated from her skin, like flowing liquid silver, carrying an ancient and sharp racial talent.
boom!
The silver fist shattered the protective demonic fire, sparks flying everywhere, and slammed heavily into the strong man's chest.
The dull thud sounded like a broken piece of leather.
The burly man was thrown backward, his feet creating two ripples of air in the air, sliding back a full hundred feet before finally coming to a stop.
He looked down at his chest, where there was a faint white mark.
He raised his head, his gaze serious, and looked the petite figure in the distance up and down.
"Are you a member of the Silver Spirit Clan from the Black Mountain Realm?"
Yuan Lingling clenched her fist and stood up, her knuckles slightly numb.
Her gaze was equally solemn. This punch, which gathered seventy percent of her physical strength, was enough to shatter an ordinary low-grade magic weapon, yet it didn't even scratch the opponent's skin.
"I come from the Great Green Realm," she replied coldly.
The burly man narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering on Yuan Lingling for a long while. His taut muscles slowly relaxed, and he grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.
"So they're just lowly, fallen members of the Silver Spirit Clan, bastards left behind in a smaller realm!"
He grinned maliciously, and the flames around him surged again, with the faint phantom of a lion appearing within the crimson demonic fire.
"Since it's a bastard, there's nothing to be afraid of."
You can't hurt me.
If a real fight breaks out, I might not be able to handle your silver-patterned body, but these delicate-skinned humans around you—
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The burly man licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, his gaze sweeping greedily over Ji Wuchen and the others: "I'll eat them all!"
boom!
He pulled a giant warhammer engulfed in flames from the void and slammed it heavily into the air beneath his feet, sending out a wave of heat.
"Get out of here! This warhammer is mine! Or I'll go on a killing spree!"
Yuan Lingling's eyes twitched, her blood boiling, and she was about to erupt again.
Beside him, Ji Wuchen took a step forward, the yin and yang energies flowing erratically between his fingers, poised to strike.
"Don't move."
A cold, icy voice transmission entered Ji Wuchen's ears.
Yuan Lingling reached out to block him, her eyes fixed on the burly man, and transmitted her voice: "It's just a fire spirit treasure. His demon king talent is terrifying, and his defense is extremely high. We won't come out on top if we fight him head-on. You and I might be able to gain an advantage, but those behind us will probably suffer."
Don't push yourself too hard right now; important matters need to be addressed.
Ji Wuchen's chest heaved, and he finally loosened his fist.
Just as the two sides were at an impasse.
laugh-
High in the sky, a dazzling silver light tore through the clouds.
The light was pure and domineering, far surpassing the aura emanating from Yuan Lingling.
The silver light suddenly hovered above everyone's heads, revealing a handsome young man dressed in a silver robe.
He had a single silver horn about an inch long growing from his forehead, and his eyes were long and narrow, with pupils that were also pure silver, devoid of any emotion.
The young man lowered his head and indifferently glanced down.
His gaze swept over the burly man with flames, then over Yuan Lingling, and finally he let out a soft hum.
There was no pause, no words spoken.
The silver light burst forth again, and the youth transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
But this brief moment of oppressive power caused the atmosphere in the arena to change drastically.
Cold sweat beaded on the burly man's forehead, and the veins on his hand gripping the warhammer bulged. Only when the silver light completely disappeared did he exhale a long breath, his eyes filled with apprehension.
Yuan Lingling also looked unwell.
She knew that silver-horned youth.
"Walk."
Yuan Lingling made a quick decision, ignoring the burly man with flames, and with a wave of her hand, she conjured a gust of spiritual wind, leading everyone to retreat rapidly towards the golden-glowing green forest three miles away.
Seeing the group leave, the burly man with flames stopped being on guard.
He ceased to maintain his human form, let out a low roar, and his body swelled and deformed, transforming into a fiery lion the size of a house.
The lion opened its blood-red maw and bit down on the floating flaming warhammer. It lay prone in the void and began to refine it with all its might.
Three miles away.
Beneath the golden, green leaves of the Bodhi tree, the aura of Buddhism flows.
Ning Bu'er, dressed in a black dress, leaned against a boulder, her face pale and her breathing weak and disordered, as if she had been seriously injured.
A few dozen feet ahead of her, a tall, bald man in a gray monk's robe was walking slowly towards her.
Yuanzhen.
Gen'gang, a disciple of Kongoji Temple.
He wore a string of thick bone beads around his neck, each bead carved with a hideous ghost face, making him look like an evil monk.
Previously, outside the secret realm, this person had shown undisguised malice towards Chen Yi.
Ning Bu'er gently rubbed a talisman between his fingers hidden in his sleeve, a murderous intent surging deep in his eyes, but he pretended to be even more timid on the surface, and even staggered because of "fear".
Chen Yi had instructed them to feign weakness to the enemy.
Yuanzhen paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over Ning Bu'er, a strange smile curving his lips.
Killing this woman would be as easy as turning one's hand, but—
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several streaks of light rapidly approaching from not far away. The leader of them was flashing with silver light and his aura was not weak.
"You're lucky."
Yuanzhen grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and walked directly past Ning Bu'er toward the giant Bodhi tree.
Murder can be done at any time, but the Vajra fruit on the Bodhi tree has a transformative effect on his Vajra Indestructible Divine Power, and it cannot be lost.
As for the natural illusory field surrounding the Bodhi tree—
Yuanzhen sneered.
Jingang Temple is known for its asceticism and willpower, and the Bodhi Tree, which is the transformed relic of a high-ranking Buddhist monk, is perfect for him.
He strode forward, stepping into the ten-zhang-wide area covered by the tree canopy without any hindrance.
One step and it landed.
Yuanzhen's tall figure vanished into thin air as if erased by an eraser.
Ning Bu'er looked at the spot where Yuanzhen had disappeared, his terrified expression instantly vanished, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
She thought to herself, "Chen Yi has been inside for half a day now. I wonder how he is doing."
Just then, a whooshing sound came from the air.
Yuan Lingling led Ji Wuchen, Qiu Li, and the others as they descended into the escaping light.
As soon as they landed, before they could even take in their surroundings, the silver light that had been gone was suddenly brought back!
call out!
The silver light fell to the ground with a thud, landing a few feet away from the Bodhi tree. When the silver light dissipated, the silver-horned youth stood with his hands behind his back.
"Enlightenment and Bodhi? That's certainly a good thing."
He looked at the Bodhi tree and said softly.
Then he turned around, his pure silver eyes filled with undisguised mockery as he looked at Yuan Lingling and the wary postures of the others, and sneered: "The weak always like to huddle together for warmth."
He strode toward Yuan Lingling, each step carrying a strange rhythm that made the surrounding air hum.
"Yuan Lingling, I thought you had some backbone and hadn't disgraced the bloodline of the Silver Spirit Clan when you managed to escape from me more than ten years ago."
The silver-horned youth shook his head, his tone full of disappointment and disdain: "I didn't expect that after more than ten years, you've become more and more backward."
He actually chose to associate with this disorganized bunch from the Great Green Realm.
He extended a finger and waved it dismissively: "Excuse my bluntness, but including you, among your so-called Nascent Soul cultivators, no more than two of you can actually touch the bark of this Enlightenment Tree."
"As for the Vajra Fruit—ha, don't even think about it."
"presumptuous!"
Ji Wuchen, unable to bear it any longer, took a step forward.
He held his hands together in a cupped gesture, and black and white energy swirled wildly in his palms. An ancient yin-yang magnetic ring emerged, emitting a heart-palpitating magnetic field fluctuation.
"Your Silver Spirit Clan only benefits from the superior environment of the Upper Realm! If it were a battle between equals in our Great Azure Realm, you might not be able to win!"
Ji Wuchen's hair flew wildly, his fighting spirit surging: "This Enlightenment Tree tests willpower and talent, not bloodline! We're not inferior!"
The silver-horned youth stopped and squinted.
His gaze fell on the black and white ring in Ji Wuchen's hand, and the nonchalance on his face faded, replaced by an icy chill.
"So it was you."
The silver-horned youth's voice suddenly turned cold: "The little guy who stole the replica of the Chaos Ring last time, it seems you're lucky, you've already reached the Nascent Soul stage."
They were recognized.
Ji Wuchen felt a chill run down his spine, and the Yuan Magnetic Ring in his hand hummed and trembled, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Yuan Lingling moved slightly, blocking Ji Wuchen's side and front, her body shimmering with silver light.
Behind them, a group of Nascent Soul cultivators from the Great Azure Realm also unleashed their magical treasures, their spiritual power surging and forming a powerful aura.
The silver-horned youth scanned the crowd, his gaze lingering on everyone for a moment before finally taking one last look at the tranquil Bodhi tree.
He withdrew his hand that was about to be raised.
"The opportunities here do not come from brute force."
The silver-horned youth snorted coldly, dispersing the silver light that had gathered at his fingertips: "I disdain killing you here."
Having said that, he didn't even glance at the crowd, turned around, and strode towards the Bodhi tree.
"Hmph! Anyone who's not afraid of death, feel free to come in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the ten-zhang forbidden zone.
His figure flickered and vanished in an instant.
The scene was deathly silent.
The suffocating sense of oppression dissipated as Silver Horn disappeared.
Yuan Lingling took a deep breath, turned to look at the crowd behind her, and said solemnly, "This place is an illusionary space that tests one's Dao heart and will. If you have a trump card that can awaken your inner strength and allow you to escape unscathed, you can go in and give it a try."
She paused, then emphasized, "Act according to your capabilities. If you're not confident, stay outside and keep watch; don't throw your lives away in vain."
After saying that, Yuan Lingling no longer hesitated. With a swift movement, she rushed into the golden light.
Next is Qiu Li.
The usually taciturn female cultivator now had a determined look in her eyes. She nodded to Ji Wuchen, stepped inside, and her figure disappeared immediately.
In the blink of an eye, only Ji Wuchen and a few hesitant Nascent Soul cultivators remained in the arena.
Ji Wuchen stood ten zhang away, his fist clenching and unclenching.
He looked at the seemingly calm golden light, and the scene from when he last entered it flashed through his mind.
Endless confusion, rampant inner demons.
Last time, he tried his best but still couldn't make it to the end. If he hadn't painfully detonated a protective treasure at the last moment to barely break free, he probably would have turned into a pile of bones under the tree long ago.
This time————
Ji Wuchen looked at the buzzing Yin-Yang Magnetic Ring in his hand. His cultivation had advanced further; his divine sense had reached the threshold of the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Most importantly, his Insightful Spiritual Eye ability had reached an even higher level. [It should be worth a try.]
He took a deep breath, activated his supernatural powers, his eyes gleamed with golden light, and headed forward.
Ripples of light rippled across the screen.
Several more figures, defying fate, rushed into the hazy Bodhi Realm, enveloped in a beam of light.
Just two breaths.
"Bang!"
A figure stumbled and fell, not even regaining his footing before clutching his head tightly with both hands, curling up on the ground, letting out a painful roar.
A bright white jade bead hanging from his waist exploded into powder with a "crack" and scattered in the wind.
The eyelids of the surrounding cultivators twitched wildly.
This person is no nobody; he is a renowned genius within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles. His cultivation has just entered the Nascent Soul stage, and his divine sense has been honed to the peak of the initial stage. He has few rivals among his peers.
At this moment, the genius's face was ashen, large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his chest heaved violently. It took him a long time to catch his breath.
"We can't get in—we absolutely can't get in!"
His knuckles were blue from pressing his temples so hard, and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "That soul realm is ridiculously strong; it's a forbidden zone that a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages can't even touch!"
The surroundings were deathly silent, with only his rapid breathing echoing around him.
"To force your way through with your divine sense, you need at least the strength of the late Nascent Soul stage!"
Even if one were to use a trick, relying on willpower combined with divine sense to break free of the illusion, one would still need at least the divine sense foundation of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!
These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the flames of greed in the eyes of most of the cultivators present.
Mid-stage Nascent Soul consciousness?
The people present looked at each other in bewilderment.
Even if an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator cultivates for hundreds of years, their divine sense may not be able to cross the next level.
"Such a threshold can probably only be crossed by the true disciples of those powerful grotto-heavens, or monsters who have obtained forbidden divine sense inheritances, right?"
Someone sighed softly, their gaze shifting from the swaying Bodhi tree, filled with dejection.
really.
True, unparalleled opportunities are never available to ordinary geniuses.
Deep within the illusion, shrouded in mist.
Several figures were struggling through this bizarre and fantastical world.
Qiu Li was the last one to fall behind.
Illusions abound all around, and countless evil spirits and demons lunge forward, baring their fangs and claws.
Qiu Li's expression was cold and aloof, with a faint purple lightning pattern appearing between her brows.
"Destroy".
She parted her red lips slightly, and her body surged with soul lightning, transforming into countless tiny electric snakes that pulverized the approaching illusion.
Although she lacked the spiritual strength of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, the Soul Thunder Sect's inheritance was specifically designed to counter evil and yin forces. She walked with extreme stability, carving out a path through the illusion.
She was dozens of feet ahead of him.
Ji Wuchen's eyes shone with spiritual light, his insightful eyes seemingly able to penetrate all the illusions of the world.
Those illusions that would be enough to make ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators fall into despair were nothing more than a few wisps of mixed spiritual energy flowing through him.
He walked with his hands behind his back, crossing several checkpoints without even using much of his magic.
On the other side.
Yuan Lingling's situation is quite strange.
Her cultivation and spiritual sense were inferior to others. At this moment, her pretty face was flushed red, her cheeks were bulging, and she was holding an ancient toad pearl that emitted a cold, eerie light in her mouth.
This bead is no ordinary object; it is a supreme treasure that can dispel illusions.
Whenever the illusion changes, the toad pearl will project a wisp of cold light that is barely visible to the naked eye, accurately capturing that fleeting gate of life.
"Hmm!"
Yuan Lingling's big eyes lit up, and the space around her rippled.
Swish.
Her figure vanished into thin air, and when she reappeared, she was already several feet away, skipping directly through a layer of illusion.
Although the journey was difficult, its ingenious methods made it surprisingly fast.
however.
A streak of silver light, however, suddenly appeared and tore apart the stalemate.
Silver Horn's expression was arrogant, and the silver horn in the center of his forehead was dazzlingly bright.
Wherever the silver light passed, the layers of illusions melted away instantly, like snow meeting hot water, revealing the original spatial structure.
"Too slow."
Silverhorn glanced at the side front.
There, the monk Yuanzhen of the Vajra Temple was holding a piece of golden crystal marrow.
The golden crystal marrow exuded a rich Buddhist aura, clearly a precious relic left behind by a great Buddhist master, supporting a pure land in the illusion and protecting Yuanzhen as he steadily moved forward.
But in Silver Horn's eyes, this speed was like a tortoise crawling.
"Space, folding."
Silver Horn silently chanted in his heart, the silver patterns on his forehead flashed, and the laws of space around him distorted accordingly.
Swish!
He left a blur in his wake, instantly overtaking Yuanzhen and leaving him far behind.
Yuanzhen seemed to sense something, looked up, paused slightly as she turned the prayer beads in her hand, but did not lose her rhythm.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Silver Horn's mouth.
The people from the Great Green Realm are nothing special.
Neither the monk who relied on external things nor the little girl who only knew how to dodge were qualified to compete with him.
He was undoubtedly the first person to be under the Enlightenment Tree.
Ten zhang apart, ten illusionary realms.
In the blink of an eye.
With an imposing aura, Silver Horn burst forth with a brilliant silver light from his forehead, shattering the final layer of illusion.
"arrive!"
He took a step forward, his figure falling from illusion into reality, landing steadily in the pure land beneath the Bodhi tree.
A refreshing aroma of herbs and plants wafts through the air.
Silver Horn was about to burst into laughter to assert his dominance, but the expression on his face froze in the next instant.
There, beneath that not-so-tall Bodhi tree, lay the path to enlightenment.
There was already someone sitting there.
He was dressed in a blue robe and had a slender figure, looking like a young man in his early twenties.
The young man sat cross-legged, his leisurely demeanor outrageous. He held a golden spiritual fruit in his hand and took a bite.
"Click."
The crisp sound of chewing was particularly jarring under the quiet trees.
Silver Horn's pupils suddenly contracted.
How is that possible?
He swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum, confident that no one could outpace him.
"This ancient being from another time? He's already arrived?"
Silver Horn murmured to himself, recalling what Chen Yi had said earlier, and the image of the legendary old monster who had possessed another body and rebuilt his cultivation flashed through his mind.
It would be more reasonable for him to enter this place so easily.
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