"The virtue of Changhong, the wish of all beings, the body of rit, the heart of a sage"
On the note, the most striking part was these twelve characters at the beginning, which echoed in the mind like twelve golden words.
Soon, these twelve characters kept spinning in Su Mu’s mind and with a thought, they broke down into a dense array of texts. These texts were ancient, yet surprisingly, he could understand them.
After carefully reading through them, Su Mu slowly opened his eyes, and understood in his heart.
The general aning was that as long as there were people in the world who believed in him, a wisp of the power of rit would be generated, gathering onto his statue.
His clay statue was the "body of rit", and when the power of rit accumulated to a certain extent, the color of the statue would change.
From low to high, they are: yellow, white, purple, gold.
The more the power of rit, the more the color would change, with gold being the highest, which is the legendary "golden statue".
If Su Mu needed, he could absorb the power of rit from the golden body at any ti for cultivation or breakthroughs.
.....
The power of rit was also not unfamiliar to Su Mu.
In the Cultivation Realm, there was a saying that went, "rit makes a sage". It sounded mysterious, but it truly existed.
Su Mu once read in an ancient text about a legendary story, where in a certain Mortal Continent, a River Official successfully stopped a once-in-a-millennium flood, saving countless lives, and received endless praise.
He thus received the legendary power of rit, and even though it was just a sliver, it directly helped him shed his mortal fra and beco an immortal, embarking on the path of cultivation, and eventually becoming a formidable figure in the Immortal Realm.
Another legend told of a teacher who devoted his life to teaching and instructing the masses, earning the admiration and belief of many. So, on the day he died of old age, the power of rit entwined with him, causing him to ascend to the Upper Realm in broad daylight, leaving behind many legends...
There are many similar legends in ancient texts.
The power of rit, also known as the power of belief, exists in the ether and is not tangible like spiritual power, which is why it’s considered mysterious, and many cultivators do not believe in this intangible force.
...
So, here’s the problem?
Su Mu is currently stranded on this broken river, where could he find believers??
Must he really go save those stranded fish and shrimp every day to increase the power of rit?
That would be too ridiculous.
This magical treasure is indeed good, but it’s useless for the current Su Mu. Oh well, it’s still a Supre Treasure, knowing that old Taoist didn’t lie to him is enough.
...
After Su Mu left, invisible strands of the power of rit seeped out from the River of Ti, converging on the statue of rit.
What Su Mu didn’t know was that, unknowingly, his believers had already spread across many worlds. This was thanks to the efforts of the First and Third brothers, and of course, Dong’Er also had credit, after all, the idea of establishing the master’s statue to nurture belief was hers.
.....
In the Ancient Wilderness Immortal Realm, on Nanmu Immortal Island.
A man with hands stained with fresh blood burst onto Nanmu Island, holding a black cloth bag.
In the Cyan Fragrance Courtyard, while the First Brother and Dong’Er were reviewing the docunts.
Bang—
The courtyard door was slamd open, startling the First Brother, who looked up to see the Third Brother covered in blood walking in.
Seeing this, the First Brother imdiately stood up, examining the Third Brother’s wounds closely, realizing... he didn’t seem to be injured because none of the blood on him was his own!
After the Third Brother ca closer, he threw the black cloth bag in his hand onto the ground, panting, "I brought the thing, let’s see if it works."
The black cloth bag on the ground continued to seep bloodstains.
My word, did you really chop soone’s head off?!
The First Brother untied the black cloth bag, and the contents also rolled out.
Upon seeing the severed limbs and even a head on the ground, the First Brother was startled, looking at the Third Brother incredulously and asking, "Did you kill the person?!"
Inside the black cloth bag, there was a head, internal organs, two arms, two legs, hair... all of the body’s organs, they were all there!
It was as if the Third Brother had killed soone and then dismbered them!
"Third Brother, are you crazy?"
"Weren’t you told to just bring so hair or sothing like that?!"
"Damn it, you killed the person!"
Facing the First Brother’s questioning, the Third Brother shook his head and said, "Big Brother, don’t get excited."
"The person isn’t dead."
.....
Because the Third Brother didn’t know what was most important for Dong’Er to see clearly.
At first, he only cut the opponent’s hair, then felt it wasn’t enough, so he chopped off one of the opponent’s arms.
After chopping off the arm, he thought the leg might also be important, so he chopped one leg off too.
Just like that, the Third Brother chopped all the organs off the leader guarding the border of the Longevity Immortal Realm.
But the person was fine!
Because everyone was at such a cultivation realm, losing an arm or leg didn’t matter, they’d regenerate quickly.
So, the Third Brother had a prolonged battle with the border leader, chopping off a leg, then after the hand grew back, chopping off the leg again, and once the leg grew back, chopping the head, and once the head was restored, gouging out the heart, lungs, and kidneys.
The battle lasted ten years, with the Third Brother collecting all the organs from the opponent’s body, a complete set.
So, the opponent didn’t die, but whether his spirit died is unknown....
After all, the Third Brother’s actions were truly that of a Living King of Hell.
...
"You kid...."
After hearing the Third Brother’s explanation, the First Brother was speechless and at a loss for words.
"Dong’Er, take your ti."
"After all, every organ is here, all important parts from his body."
"I’ve also brought the less important ones."
Rembering sothing, the Third Brother waved his hand, taking out over a thousand outfits from the space ring, including robes, coats, and armor, all of different styles.
The one thing they had in common was that every piece was bloodstained and with varying degrees of holes, as if forcibly ripped off soone else.
Throughout the ten-year battle, for every outfit the opponent wore, the Third Brother would strip one off.
The organs had all been collected, and all the opponent’s outfits had been stripped.
....
"These are all his personal clothes."
The Third Brother pointed to the pile of clothes in front of him and slowly said.
The First Brother looked at these things, and after holding back for a long ti, gave a thumbs up, finally squeezing out two words: "Impressive."
...
Dong’Er looked at these items in a daze for a mont.
In fact, just a strand of the opponent’s hair or a fingernail would have sufficed, Brother Da Niu was really too intense....
Dong’Er walked up to these organs and began to deduce...
As she deduced, sothing seed to catch her eye, and she suddenly paused.
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