Chapter 261: He and the Mysterious Great Power Are Kind of Similar

"Does the Blind Sword Immortal also intersect with the husband?"

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao, Ye Xue, Sangyu, and Lü Ya—the Four Women—were all surprised.

If so, many matters could be taken to the Blind Sword Immortal for inquiry and verification.

"After the Genius Battle ends, I'll go try to see if I can find him."

Yun Zhi Yi felt uncertain in her heart.

The Blind Sword Immortal's divine dragon is seen only in fragments, so it may not be found.

"Alright."

After some discussion, the women reached a decision in their hearts.

Time within the Cloud Mirror rushed by.

"My husband has broken through!"

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao shouted excitedly.

Within the Small World, Lin Chuan, under high‑intensity forging, continuously metamorphosed, merging the insights brought by cultivation in his dreams.

Finally he broke the realm, stepping into the legendary Second Realm, the "Dao Diagram Realm".

"It would be strange not to break through."

Yun Zhi Yi smiled.

One must know that Lin Chuan possesses cultivation insights from two lifetimes; as long as he integrates those insights in battle, his speed of breaking realms far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators.

"Hope he goes even faster."

Ye Xue has already, in a faint way, touched the realm beyond the legend.

Perhaps it won't be long before she can set foot in the Void God Realm, at which point she will be qualified to encounter the ancient war's secrets.

In the Small World, after Lin Chuan's breakthrough, the pressure dropped sharply.

"Burial Spirit Domain."

He whispered it lightly.

Endless black spiritual energy surged wildly beneath his feet.

The wave formed by the Burial Spirit Domain and the shadow life surged like two black curtains colliding, their terrifying might shaking the entire Small World.

Above the peak.

The Three Burial monks had just eliminated a first‑tier power's seed talent, beaten to near death, when they turned and saw this scene.

"So he really broke through?"

"How is it even simpler than drinking water?!"

Before Lin Chuan broke through, he already thought the chance of victory was slim; now he has no desire to fight at all.

"My Buddha is truly unlucky."

The Three Burial monks cursed, attributing everything to Fozu's inaction.

If Fozu had blessed them, they wouldn't have been placed in the same group with Lin Chuan; if Fozu had blessed, Lin Chuan wouldn't have broken through.

"To your mother's Fozu!"

"What use are you?"

The Three Burial monks decided to flagrantly break their precepts, not only to go to the balcony to listen to music, but also to tempt the young nun in the neighboring Miao Yin Hermitage.

"This! is my Buddhist teaching!"

……

On the Cloud Platform.

Gazing at Lin Chuan deploying the Burial Spirit Domain, the two clashing black curtains,

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao laughed, "Do you think the move our husband used resembles Black Mist?"

"Pah."

Yun Zhi Yi retorted, "What unlucky words are you saying?"

The other three remained silent.

Whether to say it or not, it does look similar, but upon true perception, the auras are completely different.

The Black Mist, driven by its instinct to be devoured, imparts a suffocating, lifeless feeling to living beings; our husband is entirely different,

The unfolding of the Burial Spirit Domain is like a pride emanating from the deepest soul, overlooking all living beings, becoming the ruler of all Spirits.

In the Small World, Lin Chuan has long lost count of how many shadow lives he has slain.

At the deepest part of the Darkness wave, Spatial Rift after Spatial Rift kept opening.

"A stronger one is coming!"

Lin Chuan's gaze hardened.

The legendary Third Realm's Dark Life was also sent into this Small World by the Sphere of All Beings.

"Another familiar face?"

"Blood Race?"

Lin Chuan saw clearly the life darting within the shadows.

It resembled a twisting mass of liquid, constantly shifting, emerging from the shadows formed by the dead shadow life.

Boom!

In an instant, a black pillar of blood mixed with corpse erupted from the ground; Lin Chuan dodged with a flash,

only for his body to land in another space, where seven or eight more black pillars attacked.

"Pressure spikes!"

The higher one goes, the greater the gap in realms.

Lin Chuan, after enduring a long battle and once again confronting the legendary Third Realm shadow life, gradually showed signs of decline.

Evading one black pillar after another in the sudden assault.

Poof!

Suddenly, from those massive black pillars countless tiny black rods, as thin as a baby's arm, split off and swarmed toward Lin Chuan.

He could only keep dodging continuously.

"This shadow Blood Race life is far stronger than I imagined."

"Is it because so many fallen shadow lives have all become his aid?"

Lin Chuan quickly figured out the reason.

"It seems we have to go to the central area."

Even if we cannot defeat the enemy, leaving this area is still easy for Lin Chuan.

"That's not right."

Lin Chuan was startled.

It was only then that he noticed the information brought by the artifact spirit.

"Remaining count? Two?"

"What's going on?"

"The second round's allotted time is one year; less than half the time should have passed, so why are there only two left?"

"Besides me, who is the other one?"

As that thought rose in Lin Chuan, a huge swastika fell across the Heavenly Dome.

At the same time, he also saw the person wielding Divine Power.

It was the seed genius of the Fo Men Sacred Land Golden Spirit Mountain.

Three‑Burial Buddha Son!

To his surprise, the Three‑Burial Buddha Son did not strike while he was vulnerable, but chose to help him fight the shadow lives.

"Poor monk Three‑Burial, I have met you, Daoist Friend Lin Chuan."

The Three‑Burial Buddha Son brandished a meditation staff, his kasaya fluttered, monk robes burst, his robust muscles showed, and a punch thundered out, pulverizing a legendary First Realm shadow life into mush.

"I am Lin Chuan," Lin Chuan said with a clasped fist and a smile, "the name Three‑Burial Buddha Son is no empty legend—strong enough, ruthless enough."

One person eliminating all other geniuses in the central area—how could that not be ruthless?

"Unfortunately, we ran into Daoist Friend Lin Chuan."

The Three‑Burial Buddha Son pressed his palms together and returned the greeting.

As they talked, they continuously slashed shadow lives, as if to settle the outcome this way.

For the Three‑Burial monk, to beat Lin Chuan he must lay all his cards, making a second‑round desperate fight unnecessary.

If it were the third round, with the arena drawing lots, unavoidable, he would give his all.

Here?

He would rather bravely claim second.

Seeing the Three‑Burial Buddha Son had no intention to act, Lin Chuan also did not provoke, choosing to continue hunting shadow lives.

As for ranking, he likewise didn't care.

…

On the Yun Tai belonging to Golden Spirit Mountain.

The assembly of Buddhas wore grim expressions.

"This Divine Power that Lin Chuan wielded is too similar to that mysterious great power!"

"Looks like he has a huge connection with the one who seized our Golden Spirit Mountain's fortune, and now he dares to use it openly, completely disregarding Golden Spirit Mountain!"

"I will convey a message to the Great Sun Buddha."

"This matter! They must give an explanation!"

The geniuses of the talent battle are under absolute protection of eleven Dao protectors, yet the super power can still intervene.

The majesty of the Wangxian Realm deters anyone from defying it.

Fo Men fortune has been severely diminished; the Great Sun Buddha will not easily give up, and later they deduced that the mysterious great power must have been restrained.

Taking action is not that easy.

One more time, Fo Men and Golden Spirit Mountain might not lose.