Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 418 - 197: Smelling the Scent of Death?1

Shortly after Luo Changfeng departed,

a figure wearing a White Lotus Monk Robe appeared at the vantage point he had just left.

Suddenly, there erged a figure clad in a White Lotus Monk Robe.

"Mortal Transcendence Initial Stage?"

"In this Da Feng Dynasty, there are cultivators who have reached the Mortal Transcendence Realm?"

The owner of the figure looked towards the direction Luo Changfeng had left.

He couldn’t help but slightly squint his eyes.

Within those squinted eyes seed to flicker a myriad of contemplative colors, if only for a mont.

It seed that due to Luo Changfeng’s appearance,

the subsequent plans of the White Brahma Temple had been thoroughly disrupted.

Had Luo Changfeng not passed through here,

perhaps, in less than half a year’s ti,

the White Brahma Temple within White Lotus Prefecture would have gradually begun its expansion, slowly subsuming the entire Da Feng Dynasty.

Transforming the Da Feng Dynasty into a paradise for the nurous monks of the White Brahma Temple.

But now, upon closer inspection...

the situation within the Da Feng Dynasty was far more complex than he had anticipated.

...

The appearance of Luo Changfeng.

Seemingly unchanged anything.

Yet it was precisely because of his appearance,

that had gradually started influencing the future course of the many powers within the Da Feng Dynasty.

Mortal Transcendence Realm cultivators.

This was the last great boundary among the Five Realms of Mortality.

True, the Mortal Transcendence Realm was yet to completely step into the Immortal Realm,

and had rely begun shedding the mortal dust from oneself.

But even so,

Mortal Transcendence was by no ans a realm easily reached by anyone.

...

Awe is a double-edged sword.

Whether it was Luo Changfeng,

or the mysterious Mortal Transcendence from within the White Brahma Temple.

The reason why the two stared at each other for a long ti, but chose not to take action,

was primarily the hint of the unknown lurking in the shadows.

That was the truly most daunting factor.

Mortal Transcendence, Mortal Transcendence, shedding the mortal dust.

For a cultivator to reach the Mortal Transcendence Realm, their journey was never easy.

No cultivator in the Mortal Transcendence Realm would be willing to directly confront another from the sa realm without any certainty of victory.

After all, no one knew.

Who would be the last one to fall, the opponent, or oneself.

...

Clad in a white lotus monk robe,

the figure slender and slightly hunched,

with an expressionless face,

a visage full of vicissitude but devoid of old age, the monk.

At this mont, turned away silently,

and soon he returned to his own place within the White Brahma Temple.

"Master, what now?"

Inside the White Brahma Temple,

in a great hall that looked rather sacred with a giant statue of a white lotus enshrined within,

stood a monk also clad in a White Lotus Monk Robe.

However, this monk was a good two ters tall,

broad-shouldered, with a necklace of Buddha Beads carved with mysterious patterns and the mark of the White Lotus around his neck—a strikingly handso young man.

This person was holding his hands together,

his deanor showing slight reverence as he quietly asked the unprepossessing old monk in front of him:

"That person, it seems, has a cultivation level comparable to mine, also a cultivator at the Mortal Transcendence Initial Stage..."

The old monk slightly lifted his head, looking in the direction Luo Changfeng had disappeared, and spoke softly,

"Also in Mortal Transcendence?"

On hearing this, the young monk with the mysterious Buddha Beads around his neck couldn’t help but frown slightly.

Mortal Transcendence, Mortal Transcendence.

As the na suggests, shedding the mortal dust, on the threshold of the Immortal Realm.

Although the Mortal Transcendence Realm was just the last boundary among the Five Realms of Mortality,

and rely a half-step into becoming an immortal,

even so, the realm of Mortal Transcendence was not achievable by just anyone.

"I never expected that in such a small place, there could exist a cultivator of the Mortal Transcendence Realm..."

The young monk murmured to himself.

After a mont,

it seed the young monk had thought of sothing as he asked his senior monk softly, "Master, do you know which power that Mortal Transcendence belongs to?

"Is he affiliated with the Da Feng Dynasty?

"Or is it possible..."

"that this Mortal Transcendence Realm cultivator is rely a Loose Cultivator?"

On hearing this question,

the old monk beca a bit silent.

He turned his head to look at his most outstanding disciple, and then slowly with a weighted tone, he said, "These are trivial, what is important is... In that Mortal Transcendence Initial Stage fellow cultivator, I vaguely sensed an extre crisis, as well as a foreboding of death, sothing which I find strangely unfamiliar, a sensation that I haven’t experienced in a long ti..."

With the old monk’s words,

the atmosphere on the scene imdiately beca sowhat silent and oppressive.

The old monk was then bowing his head slightly,

seemingly pondering sothing.

And the handso young monk beside him,

his eyes flashed with a touch of astonishnt,

and a hint of incredulity. Read new chapters at empire

His master had actually sensed an extre sense of crisis and a whiff of death from a cultivator of equal realm?

Wasnt that slightly too far-fetched?

The young monk naturally knew his master well,

and he was fairly aware of his master’s strength.

Although the master’s cultivation was rely at the Mortal Transcendence Initial Stage,

he was able to contend with so cultivators at the Interdiate Stage of Mortal Transcendence, if not unequaled.

Even against so ordinary cultivators at the Mortal Transcendence Refining Stage,

his master possessed considerable power to protect himself.

Yet such a powerful Mortal Transcendence Realm cultivator had uttered these words.

How could it not cause great shock to one’s heart?