Chapter 517

The Western Desert.

Here, everywhere is desert, yellow sand fills the sky; under the blowing of the great wind, it is like a golden ocean, sand dunes rise and fall like waves between heaven and earth; the huge sun in the void is obscured by sand and dust, appearing dim and lightless; everywhere there is a feeling of desolation and antiquity.

The few mountain ranges stretch across heaven and earth, undulating like swimming dragons; in this realm there exists a kind of 'momentum', and the range that divine sense can probe has greatly shortened.

Chen Zhangsheng looked toward the east; there, temples dotted the land, under a veil of yellow sand, the profound mysteries of the Buddhist sect blossomed with radiance, and in the void faint chanting could be heard.

But in the west, there are several supreme-level Buddhist sects, such as Ling Shan Temple; there, the profound mysteries of the Buddhist sect rise like a golden ocean, vying with the sun and moon.

Chen Zhangsheng gazed toward the east and said lightly, "Go meet Wu Wo."

……

At this moment, within Tian Ling Mountain.

A middle-aged man in a gray monk's robe, his face clean, appearance refined, bearing transcendent, surged with radiant Buddhist aura like golden light shining everywhere; he was Master Minghui.

During the time when the heavenly change opened, Master Minghui, as one of the candidates for the supreme fruition, debated with other masters, overpowered them all, and became the foremost of Ling Shan Temple.

Buddhist profound mysteries surged around him.

Master Minghui looked toward the east and spoke slowly.

"Will the Supreme Path appear? It is unlikely to appear."

"But now this world no longer needs the Supreme Path."

He shook his head, feeling as if he had forgotten something important.

Indeed.

Heavenly Dao erased the memory of the Bronze Ancient Hall from the Primordial Realm.

Only because after Heavenly Dao devoured the star core a second time, the world ascended, allowing people of the five regions to contact the outside.

The Bronze Ancient Hall is of utmost importance.

Once exposed, the ancient ancestor-level forces of the First Star Ring will descend!

Therefore Heavenly Dao directly severed the memories of countless beings!

Leaving only the matter of the Supreme Path!

This actually coincides with the memories of those supreme ancestors outside!

In every gesture, Master Minghui was filled with profound mysteries; during this period of debate, his gains were not small.

He said lightly, "Before I regarded Wu Wo as an opponent, but now he is no longer qualified to be my opponent. However, his eight-lifetime Dao fruition is still useful to me."

The several Buddhist cultivators behind him looked at Master Minghui with utmost reverence.

During this time, Ling Shan Temple communicated with the outside and made contact with the supreme ancestors who had previously ascended.

Those ancestors are all in the Bodhi Temple outside!

The mysteries of the Bodhi Temple are closer to the primordial force, cultivating with stellar power, surpassing the Primordial Realm's cultivation system by untold degrees.

Just a few pointers, the people of the Bodhi Temple felt as if bathed in ambrosia, sensing that the shackles on their path to proof had vanished.

Master Minghui gained even more!

After a further period of sudden enlightenment, he can assault the Supreme Realm!

Master Minghui looked at the Buddhist cultivator beside him and said, "Let Wu Wo set out. The way of cause and effect is already determined in the dark; he is destined to become my Dao fruition."

The Buddhist cultivator beside him nodded respectfully, "Exactly. Wu Wo's eight-lifetime reborn body is just right to offer his Buddhist fruition to our Tian Ling Mountain. We have urged Wu Wo, but he says he is waiting for someone."

Master Minghui slightly frowned, "Waiting for a person? Could this person possibly defy heaven and change fate?"

"If the heavenly change had not yet opened, perhaps this person could truly defy heaven and change fate, but now our heads are beneath the Bodhi Temple, and Wu Wo is destined to fail."

"But since he wishes to wait, give him a few more days."

"Between him and me, a debate is destined!"

……

In the Western Desert, extremely far from Tian Ling Mountain.

Wu Wo's appearance became increasingly exquisite, his face filled with an 'air of wisdom'; around his neck he wore a string of ancient pearls and jade, seven in total, brilliantly radiant, containing terrifying power.

During this time, his understanding of the Buddhist scriptures deepened again.

The heavenly change was like breaking their shackles above their heads!

Wu Wo gazed into the void and silently thought, "Under the Supreme, one is ultimately just a frog in a well viewing the starry sky."

He looked toward Nan Huang and sensed, "That person's obsession seems to have revived. Although he is weak, he has not ultimately perished!"

"Between him and me, and between her and me, we each have a fated battle!"

In Wu Wo's hand, the spiritual technique shifted, golden Buddhist script continuously rotating, appearing brilliantly radiant; his mouth constantly chanted sutras, murmuring, "Chen Zhangsheng should have arrived."

He also sensed Chen Zhangsheng's aura.

This is an invisible, mysterious power!

Even if Chen Zhangsheng hid himself as much as possible, he could still detect Chen Zhangsheng's aura.

After meeting Chen Zhangsheng, he too should set out for Ling Shan Temple.

Behind Wu Wo, a fat monk said, "Master Wu Wo, Ling Shan Temple has already communicated with the outside; during this time, Ling Shan Temple has been urging you to set out—this journey is fraught with danger and little fortune!"

Wu Wo's eyes were calm, "This is destiny. The way of cause and effect cycles endlessly; I had previously made an agreement with Ling Shan Temple, destined to go to Ling Shan Temple."

The fat monk said, "Along this way there are many great demons eyeing us covetously; each step is difficult!"

At this moment.

A monk hurried over from afar, respectfully saying, "Master Wu Wo, the time to lecture on sutras has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wo slowly rose, revealing a faint smile, his body flowing with pure Dao patterns, he walked out of the room toward a high platform.

Below the platform, many monks had gathered, kneeling with utmost reverence, then sitting cross-legged, gazing at Master Wu Wo; they all knew he was about to leave soon, and cherished this last moment dearly.

Only because.

Going westward, if not successful, then become benevolent!

How to trample over hardships?

After a moment, Wuwo slowly stepped onto the high platform and began to chant the sutras.

"Amitabha!"

Wuwo spoke eloquently, golden characters surged around him, golden light filled the way, the flying scriptures continually swirled, behind Wuwo appeared an illusory figure of an ancient Buddha, incomparably brilliant, looking down upon the many monks.

"Boom!"

And at this moment.

Chen Zhangsheng had already descended silently, and he did not disturb Wuwo.

He quietly watched Wuwo give his lecture.

The two shared the same space, there was an indescribable feeling.

Chen Zhangsheng understood the strength of Spirit Mountain Temple, and also understood Wuwo's strength; with Wuwo's current combat power, he could not possibly reach Spirit Mountain Temple!

After all, Wuwo is only a First Transformation Quasi-Dao Sovereign!

His Buddhist attainment is strong, but in this life he has not cultivated the art of slaughter and is not skilled in battle.

Chen Zhangsheng muttered, 'Wuwo probably can't even complete half the journey, let alone see Great Master Minghui!'

He held a pessimistic attitude toward Wuwo.

Two hours later.

After Wuwo finished lecturing, he looked in the direction of Chen Zhangsheng in the depths of the void and lightly said, 'You have come.'

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