Chapter 1160: Chapter 712 I Also Sit on the Lotus Platform Chapter 1160: Chapter 712 I Also Sit on the Lotus Platform “`
[During the first tribulation, as you peruse the Spiritual Power Protection Scripture, a hazy figure gradually erges in your mind, not clearly defined, yet it seems to be etched into your Divine Soul, unforgettable]
Shen Yi sat cross-legged, his pupils steadily concentrating as if surrounded by a circle of gold.
The Bodhisattva Fruit Position has no specific shape; it’s more about the concept of “intent.”
As the panel prompt surfaced, Shen Yi realized he felt a vague familiarity with that blurry figure; it was as if he had seen it before, even utilized part of its might.
“So, the Thousand-Ard Bodhisattva’s Dharma Body originates from this specter?” he wondered.
“Spiritual Power Protection, emphasis lies with the words protecting the way.”
The retrieval of six strands of Golden Thread within Shen Yi’s body was sowhat clumsy and raw; these threads, clear and fluttering like feathers, seed to lay on his Divine Soul a weight as heavy as countless mountains.
It’s like soone with movent difficulties: rely lifting sothing causes their hands to tremble like a sieve, let alone perform detailed actions, such as weaving it into shape.
But ti heals all discomfort.
Faced with a Demon Lifespan counted in tribulations, the six Golden Threads still managed to wrap around the amber bead.
Rembering the True Intent of the specter he’d seen monts before, Shen Yi moved slowly, allowing the Golden Threads to interweave, enveloping the bead.
However, it was clear that re six threads, even coarser than the simplest bamboo weave and leaking on all sides, could not form a complete figure but barely managed to construct an upper half of a humanoid shape.
He abruptly quickened the speed at which he infused Demon Lifespan Years into the process.
With the elapse of each thousand-Tribulations of Lifespan Years, one more Golden Thread appeared within him.
Until the complete mastery of this Third-grade True Scripture, Shen Yi finally understood what exactly these Golden Threads are.
True Gods are incarnations of the Heavenly Dao Order, and Cultivators who wish to emulate them must seek the origin of the great way’s order from the vast Tribulation Power.
These strands of Golden Thread were precisely one such force from the great way’s order, referred to by the Bodhi Sect as “Protecting Tao Power.”
Soon, after the consumption of four thousand years of Demon Lifespan, the four additional Golden Threads managed, with great effort, to complete the lower half of the bamboo-woven figure.
The amber bead slowly floated up, as if it were the heart of the small figure.
At the sa ti, Shen Yi’s own heart began to pulsate at the sa frequency as this amber bead.
The Golden Threads, like bones with luminescent marrow flowing through them, ford a thin mbrane akin to skin, which covered the gaps in the Golden Figure, concealing the amber bead within.
At this point, a new prompt arose.
[Third Grade. Spirit Power Protection Scripture (Fragnted): Entry-Level]
The power of myriad tribulations and ten Golden Threads have at last converged into a Bodhisattva Fruit Position of the third grade.
But up to this point, Shen Yi could not yet claim a title akin to the Thousand-Ard Bodhisattva; his Bodhisattva Fruit Position was only in its infancy, and though he already had so ideas, he lacked enough Golden Threads to construct those divine and exotic features.
Truth be told, before seeing the luminescent plasma pour forth, Shen Yi felt a chill in his heart.
To weave such a crude humanoid fra had already taken up ten of his threads; did that Bodhisattva use up a thousand threads for his thousand arms?
Now it seems not to be the case.
The other might be stronger than himself but not to such a terrifying degree; otherwise, the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva would only need seven threads to achieve his Fruit Position.
It’s likely all to do with different manifestations of the luminescent plasma.
“Sigh.”
Shen Yi slowly closed his eyes, and the Fragnted Scripture on his lap stirred without wind, its pages flipping noisily.
He brought his palms together.
Although dressed in a plain dark robe, he was quietly enveloped in a golden Buddhist glow at its edges.
That Golden Lotus, which originally rested within his body and held the amber bead, slowly erged and reconstituted below him in a flow of light.
Shen Yi opened his eyes once more; the gold rings around his pupils beca more solid, his very presence exuding majestic dignity.
He sat upon the Lotus Platform, suddenly soaring into the high skies!
…
At the bustling entrance of the Prefecture City gates.
A cleanly dressed young scholar entered slowly, his appearance shifting constantly, the one constant being the black dog he led by the hand.
The Thousand-Ard Bodhisattva had yet to receive any word back.
This incited so impatience, and he personally stepped into the Divine Dynasty’s boundaries.
The binding he had left earlier enabled him to clearly sense that the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Great Ming King was still alive.
If alive, why the silence?
Most likely, he had turned against the Bodhi Sect.
Figures like the Daluo Immortal Venerable and Bodhisattvas don’t place much emphasis on evidence; they act according to their heart’s conviction.
The Thousand-Ard Bodhisattva had refrained from using that Golden Thread to imdiately erase the life of the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Great Ming King because he had co to understand the deeds of the Ming King while protecting the scriptures.
The Ming King’s performance in suppressing peers had even surpassed that of the Golden Toad Arhat of old.
If the Golden Toad were to ascend the Lotus Platform and achieve the position of a Bodhisattva, his willingness to re-enter the mortal world to face tribulations would be questionable.
By that ti, the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Great Ming King could beco the most promising individual in the Bodhi Sect.
Such a brilliant and pure talent – he was willing to give Shen Yi another chance to et himself; after all, so long as the chain was still in hand, no matter how vast Shen Zhou or wide the heavens and earth, the other party could never escape.
To find this Ming King was rely a matter of ti.
With these thoughts, the Thousand-Ard Bodhisattva quietly rged into the crowd, his deanor calm, only showing an almost imperceptible frown when overhearing displeasing noise.
“Why is it that the rumors claim the Great Bodhi Sect wishes to aid the Imperial Court in quelling demon calamities, yet for so long there has been no movent?”
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