Chapter 413

Qiao Ling stepped on the ink-like, viscous surface of the demonic pool, his pace steady.

Around the black lotus, those terrifying destructive Dao rhymes actually seemed to retreat on their own when they touched the Great Freedom Demonic Qi emitted by Qiao Ling.

The black lotus had spirit; it felt a pure demonic path realm that even Luo Hou had not reached back then.

The twelve petals, filled with innate Dao patterns, bloomed slowly, and the demonic aura, dense to the extreme, transformed into a black pillar of light, rushing straight toward the gray firmament of this small world.

Qiao Ling walked up to the black lotus and stopped.

He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the center of his brow.

He extracted a wisp of his own soul and injected it into a wisp of origin blood he had forced out.

At his fingertip, a drop of dark red blood, wrapped in a wisp of Qiao Ling's soul imprint, emitted the unique origin aura of a true demon.

"Go." Qiao Ling flicked his finger.

That drop of Qiao Ling's origin blood turned into a line of blood, passing through the demonic aura barrier on the periphery of the black lotus without any obstruction, and landed precisely deep in the heart of the lotus.

"Hum—"

The Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus emitted a hum that pierced the soul.

The water in the entire demonic pool boiled instantly, raising black giant waves dozens of zhang high.

Those giant waves did not strike Qiao Ling, but transformed into black rain filling the sky, swirling around him.

The petals of the black lotus slowly closed, completely swallowing that drop of heart blood.

Immediately afterward, circles of black ripples radiated from the lotus body, producing a resonance of blood-linked connection with the demonic origin within Qiao Ling.

This was the Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus acknowledging Qiao Ling, completing the master-recognition.

Qiao Ling sat cross-legged, his figure hovering in the air directly above the black lotus.

The black lotus supported his body, and a continuous stream of pure demonic aura surged into his body through his acupoints.

He closed his eyes, pinched incantations with his hands, and officially began the long refining process.

The Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, this Supreme Innate Magic Treasure, belonged to the best among Supreme Innate Magic Treasures, containing forty-five innate restrictions within it.

Even if the black lotus actively recognized its master, wanting to refine it completely was by no means a task that could be accomplished in a day or two.

Su Chen stood at the edge of the demonic pool, watching his disciple enter deep seclusion, and nodded slightly.

The demonic aura in this small world was abundant, and with the black lotus protecting his body, Qiao Ling's safety was assured.

Su Chen withdrew his gaze; he had never been one to wait idly.

Although the environment here was harsh, for him, it was an excellent place for seclusion.

Although this place was located at the foot of Lingshan, with this broken Demon Realm fragment isolating the heavenly secrets, it was not dangerous.

Su Chen retreated a thousand zhang and sat cross-legged on a flat, black-brown rock.

With a thought, the Chaos Bell above his head dripped down a massive amount of Xuanhuang Qi, transforming into a translucent light shield with a radius of ten zhang, forcibly pushing away the violent demonic aura around him.

"Open." Su Chen pinched incantations with both hands and cast them into the Chaos Bell.

The laws within the Chaos Bell operated, directly opening up an independent space within the light shield.

Gray-white Chaos Qi poured out from the bell body, instantly filling this space.

Su Chen took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and operated the "Chaos Nine Turns" within his body.

"Boom!"

The great dragon of his spine emitted a roar that shook heaven and earth, transforming into a Chaos Qi pump operating at full power.

A violent suction force emanated from his body, and the surrounding Chaos Qi, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, surged madly into his body through the pores all over his body.

Three hundred and sixty-five acupoints roared simultaneously.

The miniature inner worlds within each acupoint were expanding and contracting violently, like three hundred and sixty-five hearts beating in synchronization.

Su Chen wanted to use the power of the Chaos Bell at the foot of Lingshan to impact the minor completion realm of the seventh turn of "Chaos Nine Turns."

The core of the seventh turn was to make the origin of the physical body infinitely close to chaos, completely shaking off the shackles of the rules of heaven and earth.

The violent Chaos origin followed the exclusive five-element channels, scouring Su Chen's tendons, bones, flesh, and internal organs.

Every scouring was accompanied by the destruction of old cells and the rebirth of new ones.

His bones took on a gray-white luster, and his blood fused with the Chaos Qi, revealing a sense of heaviness that suppressed the ages.

This process was extremely painful, but Su Chen did not even frown.

He sat as steady as a mountain, letting the Chaos Qi wrap him into a gray-white giant cocoon.

Just as the master and disciple were immersed in their cultivation, the luck of the Three Realms was undergoing a heaven-shaking upheaval.

The luck of heaven and earth is originally formless and qualityless, yet it truly exists in the dark.

Ever since the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou was defeated, the luck of the demonic path had been like a tree without roots, scattered across the Three Realms, weak and unbearable.

Even though Qiao Ling later awakened as a true demon and gathered a portion of luck, it was like scattered sand, unable to condense into a force.

But now, it was different.

The Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, this Supreme Innate Magic Treasure that should have suppressed the luck of the demonic path, reappeared in the world and recognized the true demon as its master.

In the long river of luck of the Three Realms, the originally gray and scattered black demonic luck seemed to hear some ancient call.

They gathered and condensed madly, and in just a short moment, a black-as-ink abyss dragon, emitting an endless aura of destruction and transcendence, took shape in the long river of luck.

The moment the abyss dragon took shape, it emitted a silent roar, its dragon body suddenly soaring into the sky, its size expanding violently in the wind.

The way of luck is one of ebb and flow.

The luck of the demonic path surged, and the first to bear the brunt of the backlash was the luck of the Buddhist sect, which was naturally at odds with the luck of the demonic path.

Lingshan, above the main peak of Lingshan, which was billions of zhang high, circled a boundless sea of golden faith clouds.

That was the foundation accumulated by the Buddhist sect over countless eons.

At this moment, that golden sea of clouds suddenly rolled violently.

An illusory black abyss dragon appeared out of thin air, opened its bloody mouth, and bit fiercely at the edge of the golden sea of clouds.

"Hiss—"

Large swaths of golden luck were forcibly torn apart and swallowed.

The originally stable luck of the Buddhist sect showed obvious turmoil.

Inside the Great Lei Yinsi.

The floor was paved with gold bricks, and the tiles were made of glazed glass.

The Eight Legions of Heavenly Dragons coiled around the pillars supporting the sky, and countless Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Vajras, and Head Jiedi sat in the hall, their appearances solemn.

On the Nine-Grade Golden Lotus in the center of the main hall sat a plump Buddha with his chest and abdomen exposed.

He had a compassionate smile on his face, and his body was illuminated by Buddha light; he was the current World-Honored One of the Buddhist sect, Maitreya Buddha.

Maitreya Buddha was opening the altar to preach the Dharma.

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and like lightning..."

The grand Buddha sound echoed in the main hall, and the Buddhas below were intoxicated.

Suddenly, Maitreya Buddha's voice stopped abruptly.

The compassionate smile on his face froze, and his originally half-closed eyes opened wide, a flash of extreme shock passing through the depths of his eyes.

Just at that moment, relying on his World-Honored One fruit status, he clearly sensed the loss of Buddhist luck above Lingshan.

It was not the loss of a few believers in Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou, but a massive loss of luck that directly damaged the foundation.

The moment the luck was in turmoil, the heavenly secrets were drawn.

Maitreya Buddha's soul was forcibly pulled into a corner of the long river of time and space by an irresistible force.

He caught a glimpse of a scene.

In the scene, there was no peaceful Sanskrit sound, no illuminating Buddha light.

The towering Lingshan was broken from the middle, and countless magnificent Buddhist halls collapsed into ruins.

The glazed tiles of the Great Lei Yinsi were shattered all over the ground, soaked in dark red filthy blood.

The firmament was gray, and viscous black blood rain was falling.

The skeletons of the Eight Legions of Heavenly Dragons hung on the broken peaks, left to be burned by black flames.

Below, countless Arhats and Vajras struggled madly in the black swamp, their golden bodies covered in cracks, their Buddha hearts collapsed, emitting wails more miserable than those of evil ghosts.

And in the very center of that ruin, where the Great Lei Yinsi originally stood.

Stood a huge Demon God Dharma image.

That Dharma image had a blurred face, possessed a pair of eyes that looked down on all living things, and was surrounded by Great Freedom Demonic Qi that broke all the rules of heaven and earth.

He watched the ten thousand Buddhas fall, as if watching a group of ants.

"This... this is..."

A stormy sea surged in Maitreya Buddha's heart.

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped Maitreya Buddha's Buddha heart.

"World-Honored One?"

Below the main hall, a disciple noticed Maitreya Buddha's abnormality, put his hands together, and called out softly.

Maitreya Buddha suddenly came back to his senses.

He lowered his head, glanced at the Buddhist disciples below, and felt a chill in his heart.