With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 670 - 567: Divine Power and Authority, Will I Become the Lord of the Dharma Realm?

Chapter 670: Chapter 567: Divine Power and Authority, Will I Become the Lord of the Dharma Realm?

Retaining many questions, he took one last look at [Beiju Luzhou].

The world collapsed.

...

A dark red sky emerged within his view, and Meng Chuan brushed off a few bugs crawling on his chest along with the dust covering him, slowly getting up.

He perceived the surrounding ruins, understanding in his heart.

The cave had collapsed with a bang after he went to the Dharma Realm.

A faint perception swept around, observing environmental and celestial changes.

Meng Chuan confirmed that the long journey to Beiju Luzhou in reality took only an instant.

This time entering the Dharma Realm invaded by the Celestial Demon was the same as the Martial Arts imagery world or the War Soul space he usually visited.

The period of leaving reality was almost like time standing still.

However, it was different from other normal existences, the Dharma Realm not invaded.

Why is this so? Meng Chuan had some thoughts in the undercurrent of his mind.

"Is it because... of the difference in dimensions?"

Does the distance affect the flow of time?

The Immortal Buddha Realm has an almost zero distance from the human world.

Therefore, the time in the two realms is almost progressing in harmony, emerging from it without any sense of time stoppage.

But the Dharma Realm tainted by the Celestial Demon, its dimensions... must have been altered by it too.

Is it because the dimension of the Celestial Demon itself is very far from the human world?

Or because the Dharma Realm tainted with the Celestial Demon’s power has created a barrier with the human world?

About the secrets of dimensions, he still had many unknowns and confusions.

Retaining these questions without getting lost in them, Meng Chuan turned inward for introspection.

Muscles expanded and contracted, Qi Blood flowed smoothly, and his breath carried a long rhythm.

And on Sumeru Mountain, after every tempering of the body, there was a sense of fatigue.

All of these mirrored in Meng Chuan’s mind.

However, they left no imprint on his body... 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

As the soul returned to the body in an instant, it all shattered like a mirage.

The powerful physical strength gained from over a thousand hours of intense training faded away.

What remained was only the invaluable experience.

"Well... at least the experience was preserved, the next practice can be considered... like a mighty reincarnation retraining?"

Meng Chuan used this analogy to comfort himself with a humble...

Being able to beat that Big Buddha Head was already a great fortune, one must be content.

At the side.

The three monks were still sitting with their eyes closed, brows furrowed.

Apparently, their souls had not yet found the way back home, due to the lack of experience in souls roaming the skies, so wait for now.

The limbs were weak, the stomach turned sour, and strength was lacking.

Meng Chuan took out a pile of supplements and canned food from his belt, pouring them into his mouth and swallowing them big bites.

It felt like when he was a Martial Artist, practicing punches, searching through his fridge for medicinal paste...

In less than a stick of incense’s time, his body rapidly absorbed nutrients, doing so at an accelerated rate.

He rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat better in body, albeit with a vague headache.

His Spiritual Power was nearly depleted, his sea of consciousness issued a warning.

He took out three valuable Cloud Water Pills, consuming them all.

Still within the Demon Nest, unsure where Chi Li was hiding.

It didn’t matter if the medicinal effects overflowed sometimes you can’t afford to be stingy.

After a while.

The big fat monk reached out, scratching his sore backside.

Opened his eyes, realizing that, damn it, he was the last Buddha to wake...

Seeing others rummaging with their butts up in the ruins, his heart trembled.

Without caring for his discomfort, he ran over to help.

The three were searching for something that Liao Chen understood in his heart.

They were searching for...

Liao Yuan’s remains...

The "second fattest monk" who always squabbled with him ultimately fell today.

Nothing could be done, this is Martial Arts.

As long as you harbor the ambition to climb higher, tomorrow is full of unknowns and uncertainty.

But so what?

All things are suffering, only self-salvation remains.

At the bottom of the ruins.

A large slab of rock was lifted by Meng Chuan.

Slowly turning it over, laying it flat on the ground, standing to the side.

The three monks gathered around, looking at the mass of flesh and blood stuck to the underside of the slab, all were speechless.

The joy of escaping the Dharma Realm vanished in an instant, gazing at their colleague’s broken body.

Sitting cross-legged, they silently recited the [Amitabha Sutra].

After a while, the recitation ended.

Liao Chen slowly walked to the front, took out a yellow-red robe from his storage bag, and enshrouded Liao Yuan’s remains.

Stored it together in the storage bag, saying slowly:

"Buddha’s master... and his master were close friends, I shall take him back."

Witnessing this scene, unexpectedly it was Liao Chen who usually clashed with him that would finally shroud Liao Yuan to return home.

Meng Chuan couldn’t help but sigh:

"Fate is unpredictable..."

After reciting the Amitabha Sutra, they exchanged many words of gratitude with Meng Chuan.

If he hadn’t once again displayed his divine prowess, the three monks would have been beyond saving by any Immortal.

He waved his hand, nothing more needed to be said.

Thanks to them lending their Spiritual Power, everyone deserved credit.

...

Liao Yuan passed away, but the mission must continue.

"The Celestial King" was beaten to death, what is Chi Li then, find it and crush it!

Once they rested and recovered a bit, they set out to find the Divine Temple.

On the road, Liao Chen couldn’t help but ask:

"Donor Meng, what did the Great Demon holding the Mixed Element Pearl Umbrella look like?

How did you defeat it, tell it to the Buddha."

Beside him, Liao Qing and Liao Hai craned their necks to listen, equally curious.

That Great Demon, judging by its overall strength, was probably on par with a peak Martial Arts Master with a Qi Blood of a hundred thousand.

Adding to that the extreme mountaintop pressure environment, unless a Grandmaster stepped in, no one could handle it.

Yet he went up and truly accomplished this incredible feat, unimaginable.

Despite Meng Chuan being merely at the second limit, proven his extraordinary abilities many times.

But still, it’s hard to believe, thinking about it feels surreal like a dream...

Meng Chuan smacked his lips, not responding immediately.

He was introspecting, watching how the Dragon Demon was digesting that mass of energy.

It was neither the true spirit of the Celestial Demon nor a core, uncertain if the Dragon Demon could reap benefits.