Trillionaire's Slice of Life-Chapter 1106 - 694: The Emergence of a Mighty Heavenly God

Chapter 1106: Chapter 694: The Emergence of a Mighty Heavenly God

“Hahaha, who would’ve thought that today I’d actually have the chance to lay eyes on the Shaolin treasure Sharira; truly, I am thrice blessed in this lifetime!”

A wild bout of laughter instantly filled the entire living room, and in that moment, Chu Mo, sitting on the sofa, felt as if his blood was flowing in reverse. Just when Chu Mo was about to be knocked unconscious by the ferocious wave of energy, Liu Ping at his side casually waved his hand, and the next moment, a layer of invisible Innate True Qi immediately enveloped Chu Mo’s whole body, silencing the terrifying sound that had almost burst his eardrums. Only then did Chu Mo, who had been feeling dizzy and disoriented, slowly start to recover.

“Amitabha! Master Wu Ya has finally arrived!”

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Grandmaster Fang Zhengzhi Shan of Shaolin finally opened his eyes, and after announcing the Buddhist Law, the entire great hall was once again enveloped by a gentle wave of Innate True Qi. Suddenly, the man in black, who had been laughing unceasingly, was finally suppressed by Liu Ping and Grandmaster Fang Zhengzhi Shan together. The Sharira, which had been floating in mid-air, gradually returned to the hands of Chu Mo.

This time, when Chu Mo had the Sharira in his hands, a warm current instantly traveled through his limbs and corporeal frame. His head which had been dizzy from the terror-inducing sound waves, immediately returned to normal. He lowered his head and gently caressed the Sharira in his hand. At that moment, Chu Mo finally gained a slight understanding of the effects of the Sharira.

Indeed, it is truly worthy of being the Shaolin’s most treasured object. Only then did Chu Mo realize that exchanging a Great Revival Pill for this Sharira was a huge gain.

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The enigmatic figure in black who had appeared out of nowhere finally regained his composure. His eyes, emitting a faint glowing light, were fixed intently on the Sharira in Chu Mo’s hands. It would seem that if not for the suppression provided by Liu Ping and Grandmaster Fang Zhengzhi Shan, the man in black would have likely made another attempt to snatch it away.

Given the terrifying strength of the man in black, who was a peer at the Great Grandmaster level, his continued concern over the Sharira in Chu Mo’s hand prompted Chu Mo to value it even more.

Without making a show of it, Chu Mo promptly pocketed the Sharira. As the target disappeared, the man in black slowly shifted his gaze, his eyes slowly focusing on the Shaolin Abbot, aglow with Buddhist radiance, before he spoke:

“Old monk, it’s been ten years, and you still have not gained an inch in skill. I’ve said before that there’s no such thing as the Realm of the Gods in this world. The material world cannot withstand the terrifying energy fluctuations of the Realm of the Gods. At least, on this land beneath our feet, the pinnacle of being a Great Grandmaster is the limit. To break through, unless you, old monk, can fly into outer space where there are no laws to bind you, you might have a glimmer of possibility there.”

The voice of the man in black was slightly harsh. His face covered with a veil, aside from his eyes which emitted a faint glow, one could not see his appearance. His gaze soon landed on Liu Ping and after observing him for a moment, the man in black suddenly heaved a long sigh:

“Old Liu, it seems you don’t have much time left. In twenty hours, this world will be one less peak Martial Artist. The old monk and I will likely be lonely for a long time!”

As the words of the man in black concluded, Liu Ping sitting serenely on the sofa merely smiled faintly. He was not worried about his impending death; instead, he slowly said:

“Brother Tian Ya, there is no need to be too saddened. Though I may depart, my disciple will soon break through and accompany you.”

The man known as Tian Ya was unmoved and instead let out a cold sneer:

“Your disciple? That lad with the surname Hua? No offense, Old Liu, but that kid’s talents fall short, and he can’t devote all his thoughts to martial arts. Even if you exhaust all your Origin Power to help him break through the barrier, the lad will only reach that realm for the rest of his life. To expect him to seek the mysteries of the Realm of the Gods like you and the old monk is wishful dreaming. That kid is not one of us who strive for the ultimate in martial arts!”

The man in black’s voice was full of arrogance and mockery. Hearing this, Liu Ping did not argue back but merely let out a resigned sigh.

Indeed, the words of the man in black were true. Hua Zhenyu, the Family Head of the Hua family in the Northwest, though potentially able to barely break through to Great Grandmaster, only did so with the help of Liu Ping breaking through the Grandmaster barrier. With his own talents and efforts, he would have been stuck at the mid-level Grandmaster rank for his entire life.

Furthermore, even with Liu Ping’s help in enhancing his abilities, Hua Zhenyu’s strength would likely remain at the entry level of Great Grandmaster for life, never to progress an inch, reaching the limits of his talents. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break through those limits.

As for the man in black and the Shaolin Abbot, both were peak Great Grandmasters, whose pursuits of martial arts were of the ultimate kind. Hua Zhenyu, even if he reached their level, essentially differed in the fundamentals. This was the reason the man in black looked down upon Hua Zhenyu.

Liu Ping offered no explanations; he simply closed his eyes gently, and then spoke slowly:

“My time is not much. Brother Tian Ya, if you are here to discuss the path, let us begin now. If Tian Ya brother has other matters to compare, I’m afraid I can’t accompany you!”

The Shaolin Abbot Grandmaster Fang Zhengzhi Shan gave Chu Mo a final gentle glance, and then closed his eyes as well.

Tian Ya, clad in black, also did not hesitate any longer. Just like the Shaolin Abbot, he sat cross-legged, except his body, too, floated in mid-air.

The three peak Great Grandmasters in the living room had once again commenced their exchange through a secret method. All three were the world’s most eminent martial artists, each with their own unique understanding of the martial path. Although the three of them had intersected in the past, their pride kept them from discussing and exchanging views together. Now, with Liu Ping’s end near, they set aside their prejudices and finally began their mutual exchange and discussion.