Chapter 538

Meng Zhangqing's eyes narrowed, as if guessing something.

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The second-tier divine object in the western inner sea was a small silver grass.

It had three leaves.

It lay at the deepest part of the island.

By now, quite a few people had already arrived.

But every one of them was on foot, faces showing strain, as if boundless gravity pressed from all sides, their shoulders burdened as though carrying a hundred thousand mountains.

Three-Color Silver-Striped Grass.

This was a treasure among second-tier divine objects.

It came with a wondrous effect of its own.

That effect was Martial Suppression!

Within its range, the power belonging to the martial path would be restricted to varying degrees.

And boundless gravity pressed down upon all.

So those who came could only press forward on the strength of their bodies.

Some said.

This was the power of rules.

Using such a divine object to break through, those with extraordinary luck might obtain its ability.

For a martial artist.

One could imagine what a powerful trump card that would be!

But from ancient times till now, very few had ever inherited a divine object's ability.

Even top-tier 0.3 world-shaking monsters.

Were few and far between.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a slender figure arrived.

Skin fairer than snow, raven hair like ink.

Her whole body radiated a holy, dawn-like glow.

Even clad in a wide, pale-white dharma robe, she could not conceal that graceful, alluring figure.

"It's the current champion of the Western Desert, Yue Qingchan!"

Someone cried out in shock.

The Western Desert had always been mysterious and powerful, let alone its champion—only someone of Han Yuanzhen's caliber could possibly defeat her!

With such a person arriving.

The contest for the divine object instantly rose another degree in difficulty!

Yue Qingchan paid no heed to anyone.

Her watery eyes were ice-cold, utterly devoid of emotion, as she gazed toward the deepest part of the island.

But because of the Martial Suppression, she could not overcome the obstacle of the void and see the final scene.

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"Master said, just in case, this is the best substitute."

Yue Qingchan's lips parted lightly.

She placed her hands before her chest, thumb and middle finger pressed together, forming the Dharma-speaking Mudra.

The whole person, apart from the coldness.

Also carried a kind of serene, harmonious charm.

Rather strange.

"The two from the Jingangtian Sect seem to have mastered the top-tier secret art 'Namo Twin-Body Buddha' from the Vajra Ten Thousand Dharma Mantra, and would be my greatest opponents—fortunately, they have not arrived."

Yue Qingchan surveyed her surroundings, "They must have landed in another sea region, held up by extraneous matters, and couldn't make it in time."

Thus.

This divine object shall be mine.

Yue Qingchan's expression remained utterly unruffled.

Then she lightly lifted her foot.

And stepped in.

Boom!

In an instant, terrifying gravity pressed down, and the true essence, soul force, true intent, and so on within her body were all restricted, making it hard to exert their full power!

And the further inward.

The more pronounced this suppression became.

"The power of Martial Suppression."

For the first time, a glint of light appeared in Yue Qingchan's eyes.

Master had said.

In future cultivation, the focus would shift from the individual to the rules of heaven and earth.

And what the Three-Color Silver-Striped Grass contained.

Was precisely this.

"Dharma Body."

GLOSSARY:

【Meng Zhangqing, Han Yuan, Jin Gang, Han Yuanzhen, Yue Qingchan, Tianmen, Zhi Society, Jingangtian Sect, Three-Color Silver-Striped Grass, Vajra Ten Thousand Dharma Mantra, Namo Twin-Body Buddha, Dharma Body】

Yue Qingchan's hand seals shifted.

The Fearless Seal was twenty-nine percent complete.

Her whole body radiated a sacred light.

One could clearly see her physical body being continuously tempered, until it was finally able to withstand, bit by bit, the terrifying gravity pressing down from above.

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At this moment.

Meng Zhangqing was still on his way.

In at most half a shichen, he would arrive.

However, he ran into a small episode.

"Demonic cultivator?"

Meng Zhangqing's brow lifted slightly.

He saw a blood cloud flying rapidly toward him from the opposite side, completely unhidden, looking utterly carefree, in an excellent mood.

The blood cloud also spotted Meng Zhangqing.

Almost without the slightest hesitation.

It launched an attack.

Countless streaks of blood light surged over, carrying a nauseating stench; even a Life and Death Realm powerhouse who smelled it would feel dizzy and suffer spiritual damage.

"Decisive indeed."

Meng Zhangqing drew his sword directly.

Whoosh!

A terrifying sword qi swept out horizontally, directly shattering the blood light and smashing the blood cloud along with it.

A figure within was revealed.

It was a young man.

Around thirty years old, more or less.

His hair was blood-red, his face covered in numerous red patterns, bizarre and inexplicable.

Pfft!

The demonic cultivator youth spat out a mouthful of blood, then hurriedly sucked every drop of it back in.

As if he dared not waste even the slightest bit.

Then a look of horror appeared on his face.

He had thought he'd run into an ordinary world-suppressing monster, easily dealt with — who could have imagined such terrifying power!

"Wait, you are?"