mynovelweb Chapter 596 - 469: Dharma Seed Prototype
Chapter 596 - 469: Dharma Seed Prototype
Eastern Continent, Human Sovereign Ancestral Court.
Inside the Imperial Palace, incense wafts.
Within misty vapors suspended are countless human rune symbols, each containing the will of billions of beings, precipitating eternal solemnity and majesty.
Emperor Zhang Dao Xing sits on the throne, human radiance around him withdrawn, leaving only a dark imperial robe, making his visage even more stern, gaze deep as an abyss.
Beneath the throne, a youth dressed in simple white palace attire stands with lowered head, his aura condensed like a sword, the Emperor’s most favored direct disciple, whose cultivation has reached the First Layer of the Divine-Demon Realm, a leader among the younger generation.
His posture upright, yet maintaining a bowed stance, daring not surpass:
"Master, I am unaware of the reason you summoned me? Any instructions?"
Zhang Dao Xing flicks his sleeve, a jade token, entirely white, flies out from within, unengraved, yet exuding faint human majesty, suspended before the youth.
His voice calm, without joy or anger, yet imbued with undeniable authority:
"Take this jade token to Western Continent, Paradise Buddha Kingdom, and present it to Venerable Ksitigarbha. No need for words; leave it and return."
The youth lifts his gaze, eyes touching the jade token, a flash of understanding, yet he asks no further, respectfully raising his hand to receive the jade token.
"Disciple obeys!"
As the words fall, the youth’s form moves, faint white light surrounds, his figure instantly merging into the void, leaving only a fleeting trace of his presence.
...
Western Continent, Paradise Buddha Kingdom.
The Nine-Grade Lotus Platform floats above the endless cloud sea of Buddha light, around it, myriad Buddhas bow their heads in chanting, the sound of sutras weaving a harmonious yet dignified Buddhist melody.
Beneath the cloud sea, countless believers kneel in reverence, incense flourishing, distinct from Eastern Continent’s human majesty, possessing its own compassion and solemnity that saves all beings.
At the lotus platform’s center, Venerable Ksitigarbha sits cross-legged, draped in a golden robe, surrounded by gentle Buddha light reflecting his compassionate and gentle visage.
His eyes slightly closed, the beads at his fingertips turning softly, with each turn, a thread of cause and effect subtly stirs.
Suddenly, a white light slices through the sea of Buddha light, the youth’s figure emerging outside the lotus platform.
Not rashly approaching, he halts at the cloud sea’s edge, bowing toward Venerable Ksitigarbha in the lotus platform’s center, speaking with respect:
"Greetings Venerable, by my master’s command, I present you with a token."
As his voice falls, he raises his hand to deliver the white jade token.
The jade token transforms into a white light, passing through the barrier formed by myriad Buddhas’ chants, settling steadily upon the lotus platform before Venerable Ksitigarbha.
Venerable Ksitigarbha slowly opens his eyes, casting a casual glance at the jade token, instantly grasping its purpose.
It is merely because that newly appeared Emperor in Central Heaven, with heaven-defying potential, has shaken the three realms. Zhang Dao Xing harbors apprehension, intending to ally with the Buddha Kingdom for balance.
Such a game requires no elaborate discourse; one token suffices to convey all information.
The beads at Venerable Ksitigarbha’s fingertips pause, then resume as usual, uttering a single Buddhist name: "Amitabha."
The voice is calm, yet carries penetrating Buddhist melody, neither agreeing nor refusing, which is the best response already.
The youth, seeing this, bows once more in salute: "Farewell."
His figure moves, once again merging into the void, disappearing without a trace.
On the lotus platform, the jade token quietly suspends, moments later dissolving in Buddha light’s embrace into green smoke, merging into the cloud sea.
Venerable Ksitigarbha closes his eyes again, the chanting continuing as if nothing had transpired just now.
He and Zhang Dao Xing are both beings at the pinnacle of the True Martial Realm, deeply knowing each other.
Regarding Chen Sheng, such a heaven-defying figure that has suddenly emerged, no words need pass; mutual understanding has been achieved.
This newly risen Emperor of Central Heaven, if any action disturbs three realms’ balance, Human Sovereign and Buddha Kingdom will surely unite to suppress.
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Time slowly passes, within the depths of Central Demon Realm’s Temple of the Sky, inside a quiet cultivation secret chamber.
Chen Sheng sits cross-legged, visible energy whirlpools slowly merging into his body.
Floating before him are several volumes of ancient tomes, borrowed from the Demon Race’s Library Pavilion, including the Demon Race’s secret manuals and "Thirty-three Scrolls of the Great Sun."
On these tomes, countless runes flow, sometimes manifesting visions of demon immortals battle, sometimes reflecting grand scenes of the great sun burning heavens, resembling a gentle stream, ceaselessly pouring into Chen Sheng’s divine thought.
Chen Sheng closes his eyes slightly, heart spirit delving deep within the tomes, simultaneously comprehending their profound meanings, integrating insights into his own Pan Wu Celestial Creation Profound Technique.
His will, like the most precise instrument, deconstructs, analyzes, and reconstructs each tome’s cultivation technique’s route and application methods, verifying them against his own techniques.
Countless Great Dao runes flicker and collide in his mind, at times gathering into world-creating visions, at times transforming into Yin Yang rotating imagery, the profound skill’s deduction advancing swiftly without sound.
"Booming—"
Within the secret chamber, a sudden low rumble sounds, not from external sources, but from the chaos within Chen Sheng.
As the profound skill continues to perfect itself, the inner chaos world within him undergoes earth-shattering transformation.
Originally a mere vague chaos air current, now starts violently surging, simultaneously, the majestic White Tiger Dharma Aspect nestled at chaos world’s center is undergoing metamorphosis.
The imposing chaotic white tiger gradually contracts and condenses, ultimately transforming into an embryo, suspended at the core of chaos world.
This embryo is entirely pale gold, surface adorned with complex runes.
Sometimes flowing with unreal heart images mingling hazy halo, sometimes emitting annihilation airs that end everything, Yin Yang Qi swirling around the embryo, great sun radiance flows over its surface.
Various Great Dao flavors intertwined and fused, inscrutably wondrous!
At the core of this divine-demon embryo, an immortal will contains endless radiance, this is Chen Sheng’s undying true spirit becoming, discerning every detail of his cultivation ensuring the embryo’s flawless gestation.
Gurgle! Gurgle!
Deep within the chaos world, boundless primordial qi blends into an original lightning pond, the divine-demon embryo constantly writhing, swallowing vast amounts of the pond water.
Vaguely, within this embryo, a hint of a physical form begins to emerge.
Veins like jade dragons winding and intertwining, orifices like stars brilliantly shimmering, even tiny particles of flesh swirling with runes, all evolving slowly.
Though the process is extremely slow, each perfecting detail demands copious energy and time, yet it forms steadily and orderly.
Divine-demon embryo?
Not only that!
This embryo is moreover the Dharma Seed prototype.
[Pan Wu Celestial Creation Profound Technique: Layer 112 (Chaos Great Success, Gestating Divine-Demon Embryo)]
Once this embryo is fully gestated, Chen Sheng’s Dharma Seed will achieve great success, reascending to Integration Realm!
For a moment, the entire secret chamber quiets down, only the pale gold red light flowing over the embryo’s surface pulsating.
This red light is no ordinary light, but containing the essence light of Chen Sheng’s martial arts will, spreading over the entire Temple of the Sky.
Under the pressure of this red light’s will, within and outside the Temple of the Sky, whether the guarding demon immortals or those like Tiger Mother cultivating in side halls, all feel their blood flow speeding slightly.
Every drop of blood becomes livelier, and cultivation bottlenecks within them subtly show signs of loosening.
Everyone immerses themselves in this red light, wholeheartedly perceiving the wonder within.
One by one, demon immortal commanders, dharma aspect warriors lament:
"The Emperor indeed possesses heaven-geomund-cleaving abilities."
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