With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 673 - 568: Thieving Dharma, Devious Buddha, Fist Shatters the Cosmos!

Chapter 673: Chapter 568: Thieving Dharma, Devious Buddha, Fist Shatters the Cosmos!

As for the principle behind this, the world’s elemental force isn’t exclusive to the human realm, so why can Demonic Qi also transform?

Why didn’t the Tao Heart take action before? Is it because the quality wasn’t enough, or... is it the Mana mixed within the Demonic Qi that it needs?

Meng Chuan had some speculations regarding the origins of the "Tao Heart Seed Demon" Divine Skill.

This further confirmed that this method might truly originate from the "Celestial Demon Realm"...

That’s why that Buddha head was talking about things like Divine Power and authority.

Before death, it even shouted...some kind of destructive power?

Meng Chuan always felt that the familiar Tao Heart Seed Demon art had become particularly strange...

"It always feels like this method is a unique Demon Skill, could it be that a previous remark hit the mark."

No matter if it’s a Demon Skill or not, just practice it first, don’t think too much, as long as it’s useful, that’s enough.

This journey to the Demon Nest was perilous, and it was only thanks to this method that his life was preserved.

Even if its identity as a Demon Skill is confirmed, no one can stop him, he still has to continue practicing it!

Senses detached from the body, covering the right palm.

Staring at the rock wall, he extended his right hand and pressed it against it, activating the effect of [Rock Sense Resonance].

Apart from researching the Mixed Element Pearl Umbrella, he came here also with the intention of exploration...

"The Demon Nest is this small, Chi Li can’t run far, and there’s also the Divine Temple..."

...

Inside the Demon Nest.

Time swiftly passed, roughly a week went by.

Meng Chuan estimated that outside, it was already early December.

The exact date was somewhat blurry.

The extended time spent in the Demon Nest exceeded his expectations.

Fortunately, supplies were sufficient, so it wasn’t a major issue.

During these days, Meng Chuan and his three companions found many opportunities while searching for the Divine Temple.

They unearthed a Great Demon’s empty nest that went deep underground, likely belonging to that hundred-meter-sized pangolin from before.

They also acquired two pieces of second-grade heavenly materials and earthly treasures, both beneficial for cultivating the Fire Attribute.

Meng Chuan gave up the pangolin nest’s spoils, gaining two Crocodile Man arms, and graciously accepted the heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

In the battle at Sumeru Mountain, he killed three Great Demon-level eight-armed snake demons.

Since it was an "Imagery World," the twenty-four arms couldn’t be brought out, which was a real pity...

He consumed the two treasures immediately on the spot.

After refining them, the intent of his Lava Fist became more solid, enhancing its power, yielding significant gains.

The scattered fortuitous opportunities were simply bonuses, which Meng Chuan quietly accumulated without further interest.

...

That day, Meng Chuan acted as usual.

First exploring the path, then setting out to search.

Placing his hand on the surrounding rock wall, sensing it, he swiftly flew along the rock body to explore, as if a radar map appeared in his mind, analyzing the movements within dozens of miles.

He hadn’t expected the Earth Vein Rock Sense type trait would be so useful in the Demon Nest.

This is the power of traits, truly magical.

Even low-grade traits can occasionally play a significant role.

Meng Chuan crouched down, sensing the distance when his heart suddenly trembled.

In his mental radar map, to the northeast, there seemed to be something shooting up from the ground.

Small stones leaped, the rock wall trembled, and even the demonic birds resting nearby were startled into flight.

Seeing his expression change, the three monks responsible for guarding him gathered around.

Their three bald heads reflexively looked around, worried another "Purple Gold Gourd" might appear to suck them in...

Holding their breath, they dared not interrupt.

After a few moments, they saw Meng Chuan stand up straight.

Impatient, Liao Hai tugged at his sleeve and asked:

"Captain, what’s wrong?"

"Wait a moment."

Meng Chuan stood, gazing northeast.

Recalling that familiar feeling, his face gradually lit up with joy.

In Demon Nest 011, the Crocodile Man camp, that...skyward green light?

Very similar.

Just too far to sense the energy in the air.

"Let’s head northeast, Master Liao Chen, take the lead, triangle formation, stay hidden."

"Understood."

The three monks nodded in agreement.

After Liao Yuan left the group in the cave to explore ahead and got killed by the Celestial Demon...

This time, re-forming the formation, no one had any complaints.

Including Liao Chen.

He stood at the lead, feeling Meng Chuan standing behind him.

Instantly, he felt a warm sensation inside, a strong sense of security...

Using the terrain as cover, they gradually approached the direction he sensed.

Shortly, all four stopped to look into the distance.

In the distance, faint, invisible ripples spread, the dark red sky reflecting translucent waves. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Meng Chuan’s senses reached farther, only to see in the center of the ripples, a turquoise column of energy shot into the sky.

Not the same green light from before that baptized him, it appeared faintly blue, more translucent.

"Incense Fire Divine Power..."

Calculating the position, it wasn’t far.

Analyzing the disturbance, it seemed to be an "altar" where those demonized beings convert incense faith.

By this account, the Divine Temple indeed wasn’t far.

"Let’s go."

The four, following orders, maintained their formation.

Concealing their auras more, they jogged closer.

...

It looked like a large chunk was dug out from the mountains, forming a natural valley floor.

As the group reached there, Meng Chuan placed a hand on Liao Chen’s shoulder, stepping out from the formation to lead.

His toes crushed a piece of weathered red rock, the sulfuric stench, and stench flooding over him.

Sulfur smell...

Meng Chuan looked towards the volcano on the west side, glimpsing the lava fire pool surrounding the center altar of the valley, gaining an understanding.

Where did that stench originate?

The churning lava at the valley floor dyed the rock walls crimson.

Those hunched figures twisted and deformed amidst the heat waves, Meng Chuan focused to see.

Approximately twenty to thirty dwarves, dragging floor-length beards, their neck-ring manes dark red turning black.

Whenever lava spattered, their bodies glistened with an oily sheen.

This layer of grease, much like his [Fire Ember Resistance]effect, protected against lava and fire toxin invasion.