Chapter 2620: The Greatest Warriors of Each Era Paved the way
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The speed of the navigation in the Suru Temple increased as if it was riding the wind and breaking the waves.
Zhang Ruochen put away all kinds of thoughts and took off the Portrait of Sixth Buddha’s Zen wrapped around his body. He looked at it carefully.
In the portrait, a kind-looking monk was sitting under a Bodhi tree. He had a smile on his face, and his lips were slightly open as if he was talking about so kind of Buddhist doctrine in the mortal world.
His Buddhist robe was exposed, and his feet were bare. He was not so solemn, but rather, he looked like a Maitreya.
Every line on the picture followed the spatial ley line and contained countless Dinsional Inscriptions.
Previously, the Saint blood that flowed from Zhang Ruochen’s eyes and ears had polluted the Buddhist picture. But now, the blood had disappeared and rged with the portrait.
It was because of the blood that the portrait exploded with Buddhist light and condensed into the Sixth Buddha’s figure.
“Could it be that, like the Sacred Qiankun Wooden Picture Scroll, there is an inner world inside this map? Is the Sixth Buddha really alive and in this portrait?”
Zhang Ruochen mobilized his spiritual power and injected it into the portrait to check.
His spiritual power could not enter the portrait.
He also used saint Qi to activate it, but he could not open the inner space or the spatial door. In the end, he had to give up.
The Buddhist light and Buddhist sounds emitted from the portrait gradually disappeared.
“The Sixth Buddha has long fallen and turned into 84,000 Sariras. It’s impossible for him to still be alive. However, this portrait is incredible. It must be the work of the Saint Monk. The Buddhist light phantom can actually burst out with the power of the Sixth Buddha and scare away gods like Ghost Master.”
Without the power of Buddha Light, the Ghost Master and the Immortal Vampires wouldn’t be so scared.
Zhang Ruochen thought for a mont. He cut his wrist and dripped so blood onto the portrait.
WHOOSH!
The lines on the portrait beca bright again and shone with brilliant Buddha light.
The Buddha light condensed into the appearance of the Sixth Buddha again.
At the sa ti, Zhang Ruochen heard the faint sound of Buddha. Only he could hear it, but there was no sound from the outside world.
Zhang Ruochen held his chin, and a strange light appeared in his eyes. He muttered, “In the future, I might be able to use this portrait to scare so gods who want to kill . It’s a good trump card!”
He put away the Portrait of the Sixth Buddha’s Zen.
Zhang Ruochen carried the corpse of Saint Monk Xumi back to the hall.
It was just a corpse, but it was heavier than a planet. Even with Zhang
Ruochen’s attainnt in cultivation, it was difficult for him to carry it.
Then, Zhang Ruochen opened the Portrait of the Sixth Buddha’s Zen and dripped his blood into it. He sat cross-legged next to the portrait and carefully comprehended the sound of Buddha.
Whether it was the Sixth Buddha or Saint Monk Xumi, they were all at the level of Buddha.
From ancient tis until now, there have only been seven Buddhas, including Saint Monk Xumi. Any one of them would definitely be invincible in an era, and even a celestial might not be able to suppress them.
Therefore, the voices of the Sixth Buddha and Saint Monk Xumi were worth studying.
There was no day or night in the Suru Temple. There was no sun or moon above his head.
Ti passed. No one knew how many years had passed.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t know what era he had returned to. He only heard a loud rumble. Ti and space shook violently again.
“What’s going on? Did another war break out and affect the River of Ti? It’s not easy to go back to the past.”
Zhang Ruochen woke up and walked out of the hall imdiately.
He looked over. In front of the River of Ti, a towering temple burst with the mighty power of ti and tore a crack in the river.
The temple was on the other side of the crack. Zhang Ruochen could only see a corner.
For example, the Suru Temple was a stowaway ship. Zhang Ruochen could only stay on the ship. He couldn’t see the scenery outside. He didn’t know where he was.
Soone had discovered the ship on the shore and torn a hole in the ship’s wall.
The people on the shore saw Zhang Ruochen in the ship through this hole.
Zhang Ruochen could also see the scenery outside the ship through this hole.
Zhang Ruochen could only see a small part of the temple in this era through this hole.
“It must be the Fane of Ti to be able to find Suru Temple on the River of Ti. The Lord of the fane must be a super powerful figure.”
Even the Fane of Ti could only open a crack on the River of Ti to stop the Suru Temple from moving forward.
Dense light spots of the Marks of ti surged out of the fane and ford a bright Divine Ti Hand. It passed through the crack and reached the River of Ti toward the Suru Temple.
Just a divine hand with light spots of Marks of Ti contained unparalleled power. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen imdiately wrapped the Portrait of the Sixth Buddha’s Zen around his body to block it. Otherwise, he would have collapsed.
The divine hand collided with the Canon of Ti and Canon of Dinsion that wrapped Suru Temple. The entire temple shook nonstop. Cracks appeared on so parts of the ground.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the divine hand that kept pressing down. He smiled bitterly in his heart. ‘Saint Monk, you are known as the Buddha of Future and have reached the realm of Buddha. It’s a pity that you don’t understand the past. A peerless powerhouse cultivates the Path of Ti sensed in the River of Ti. I’m afraid I won’t be able to escape today.’
Zhang Ruochen didn’t feel much fear. Instead, he was unusually calm. There was more regret.
Many figures appeared in his mind, making him feel extrely reluctant and guilty.
Boom
Suddenly, ti and space exploded in another direction of the River of Ti.
Behind the ti and space, an extrely majestic figure appeared. That man looked to be in his 20s or 30s. He was handso and handso, with 27 layers of heavens hanging above his head. The Precepts of Chaos and the Chaotic Divine Light rolled around him like a stream of water, and the stars in the sky revolved around him.
He stood on the edge of a rippling water area and pointed across the air.
The finger force was powerful and domineering. It dragged its dragon-like tail.
Splash
The finger force passed through ti and space and entered the River of Ti. It shattered the divine hand with the Marks of Ti’s light spots.
On the River of Ti, the Suru Temple sailed out again.
When Zhang Ruochen saw the 27 layers of heavens above the man’s head, he had a guess. He was extrely excited.
When that man’s finger power flew into the River of Ti, the power that burst out from the force Qi was from the sa source as the Empyrean Emperor Mings Scripture. It caused the saint Qi in Zhang Ruochen’s body to resonate. Zhang Ruochen was already sure of that man’s identity.
The ancestor of the Zhang family, the Reverend before the 10 Yuanhui period, the Immovable Wisdom King.
“Venerable One!”
Zhang Ruochen couldn’t help but shout.
It turned out that it was the era before the 10 Yuanhui period.
In this era, with the protection of the venerable one, Zhang Ruochen was no longer worried.
Ti and space were restored, but he didn’t hear the response of the Immovable Wisdom King.
The River of Ti was everywhere, but it wasn’t sothing ordinary cultivators could sense. To sense the Suru Temple that had secretly gone to the past, one had to be very skilled in ti, or their cultivation was close to or even higher than Saint Monk Xumi.
Whether it was the person from the Fane of Ti or the Immovable Wisdom King, they should have only sensed an unusual fluctuation in ti.
This fluctuation would appear in the form of heavenly secrets or abnormal phenona.
The person from the Fane of Ti had attacked because he had calculated that this unusual fluctuation in ti was ominous.
The Immovable Wisdom King had attacked because he had predicted the prosperous phenona.
In history, there have been anomalies. They all judged how to interfere with evil.
In another era, the Suru Temple was detected again.
This ti, the power of destiny shattered ti and space. In front of the River of Ti, a 10,000-ter-high Gate of Destiny condensed, stopping the Suru Temple from moving forward. It wanted to chase Zhang Ruochen back to the future.
Boom
A chessboard broke into the River of Ti and emitted a bright light. It divided the River of Ti into half day and half night.
The chessboard emitted a bright divine light. It shattered the Gate of Destiny and opened the way for Zhang Ruochen to move forward again.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the ti and space that ca from the chessboard. Under a tea tree, he saw an old man in a Confucian robe.
He looked very similar to the second Confucius forefather of Kunlun. Zhang Ruochen had seen his portrait before.
Whether the second Confucius forefather could hear or not, Zhang Ruochen bowed to him with respect in Confucius’s way and said, “Thank you, Confucius forefather, for helping .”
Another Yuanhui period passed.
The Gate of Destiny appeared for the fourth ti and blocked the River of Ti.
A skull burning with ghost fire flew out from the gate and crashed into the Suru Temple, trying to kill Zhang Ruochen in the temple.
He had been stopped countless tis along the way. Zhang Ruochen was no longer afraid. He was as calm as a breeze. With his current attainnt in cultivation, he couldn’t resist at all.
Either soone would co to save him and open a path to the past.
Or he would die here.
“Are the powerful forefathers in the history of the Fane of Destiny so afraid of condensing the Grade One Saintwill? I may fail, I may not cultivate to the highest realm, and I may not do anything to the Fane of Destiny. I want to return to the Fane of Destiny to save my father. Is there a need to kill like this? Can you give so hope?” Zhang Ruochen said to himself.
Boom
The 36 stone steles, with endless demonic power, broke through ti and space and flew into the River of Ti.
The 36 stone steles shattered the ghost fire skull. Then, they bombarded the Gate of Destiny in front of them. They shattered it and exploded into specks of light.
The river in front of them was open. The Suru Temple continued to sail.
Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction where the 36 stone steles flew. He saw a handso man with disheveled hair and stubble walking alone in a yellow desert. He strode forward with a stone knife in his hand. The demonic power on his body was mighty, masculine, and domineering.
The 36 Demonstone Engraving flew back into that man’s body.
“Thank you, Master Tian Mo.” Zhang Ruochen cupped his fists and bowed.
Tian MO couldn’t hear his voice. It seed that he had done sothing unimportant. He held the knife. His eyes were sharp and murderous. He was going to do sothing big.
As ti and space recovered, the desert and Tian MO disappeared before Zhang Ruochen’s eyes.
Zhang Ruochen sighed in his heart. Along the way, he t the venerable one, the Confucius forefather, Tian MO, and so other mythical figures. They all amazed an era and left behind legends, but unfortunately, they all died in the flow of ti.
No matter how great a person is, the soil is his destination.
Only the inheritance will not be destroyed.
Even after countless Yuanhui periods, there were still traces of them left in the world. This was already very impressive, but it could be passed down through the ages by future cultivators.
Why could Zhang Ruochen laugh at them in the River of Ti?
It was just an opportunity for the Saint cultivator to sacrifice himself.
Even the Saint Monk himself couldn’t sail against the River of Ti like this because he was too powerful and the Karma was too great. He might have to pay with his life if he forced his way in..
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