Chapter 2620: The Greatest Warriors of Each Era Paved the way
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The speed of the navigation in the Sumeru 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 some 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 Dimensional 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 merged 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 moment. He cut his wrist and dripped some blood onto the portrait.
WHOOSH!
The lines on the portrait became bright again and shone with brilliant Buddha light.
The Buddha light condensed into the appearance of the Sixth Buddha again.
At the same time, 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 some gods who want to kill me. 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 attainment 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 times 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. You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin
There was no day or night in the Sumeru Temple. There was no sun or moon above his head.
Time 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. Time and space shook violently again.
“What’s going on? Did another war break out and affect the River of Time? It’s not easy to go back to the past.”
The person from the Fane of Time had attacked because he had calculated that this unusual fluctuation in time was ominous.
The Immovable Wisdom King had attacked because he had predicted the prosperous phenomena.
In history, there have been anomalies. They all judged how to interfere with evil.
In another era, the Sumeru Temple was detected again.
This time, the power of destiny shattered time and space. In front of the River of Time, a 10,000-meter-high Gate of Destiny condensed, stopping the Sumeru Temple from moving forward. It wanted to chase Zhang Ruochen back to the future.
Boom
A chessboard broke into the River of Time and emitted a bright light. It divided the River of Time 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 time and space that came 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 me.”
Another Yuanhui period passed.
The Gate of Destiny appeared for the fourth time and blocked the River of Time.
A skull burning with ghost fire flew out from the gate and crashed into the Sumeru Temple, trying to kill Zhang Ruochen in the temple.
He had been stopped countless times along the way. Zhang Ruochen was no longer afraid. He was as calm as a breeze. With his current attainment in cultivation, he couldn’t resist at all.
Either someone would come 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 me 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 me like this? Can you give me some hope?” Zhang Ruochen said to himself.
Boom
The 36 stone steles, with endless demonic power, broke through time and space and flew into the River of Time.
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 Sumeru Temple continued to sail.
Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction where the 36 stone steles flew. He saw a handsome 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 seemed that he had done something unimportant. He held the knife. His eyes were sharp and murderous. He was going to do something big.
As time and space recovered, the desert and Tian MO disappeared before Zhang Ruochen’s eyes.
Zhang Ruochen sighed in his heart. Along the way, he met the venerable one, the Confucius forefather, Tian MO, and some other mythical figures. They all amazed an era and left behind legends, but unfortunately, they all died in the flow of time.
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 Time?
It was just an opportunity for the Saint cultivator to sacrifice himself.
Even the Saint Monk himself couldn’t sail against the River of Time 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..