Chapter 9: Thousand-Leaf Precious Lotus, Eight Styles of the Scattered Buddha

After a surge of the crowd, the young geniuses of every race had all successfully entered the vortex entrance.

For a time, the plaza became quiet, and the living beings of every race waited silently.

This silence did not last for very long.

Suddenly, a red light descended from the sky onto the plaza, and a pitch-black giant bird with a broken beak and a mouth full of fresh blood appeared with a boom, kicking up a haze of dust.

As soon as it appeared, it was terrified, muttering incessantly in its mouth: "Mommy, it's too scary, that bald guy is too scary, he actually wanted to turn me into a bird stick."

"What is going on here?" Many living beings on the plaza looked over.

"What on earth did it encounter? To be scared into such a state." The various living beings were very curious, and at the same time, they began to frown, starting to worry about the juniors of their own races.

Could it be that there was some ferocious giant beast inside?

"Child, what has happened to you?" A pitch-black giant bird of the same build jumped out from the crowd.

Clearly, this was an elder of its race.

"A bald guy, there's a bald guy, he's too scary; if it weren't for my life-saving spirit talisman, I'm afraid I would have become a bird stick with no beak, no legs, and no wings."

A bald guy? Isn't that the trademark of the Western Sect?

Hearing this important piece of information, the numerous living beings on the plaza cast their gazes toward Zhangliu.

"You must give me an explanation." The elder of the pitch-black giant bird race looked at Zhangliu and questioned him in a cold tone.

Zhangliu scrutinized it and saw that it had only just entered the Array Formation Realm, so there was no reason to fear it.

Furthermore, since this matter now concerned Mengchen, standing behind him was effectively the entire Western Sect.

So he puffed out his chest, raised his brows, and said haughtily: "In the genius battle, casualties are inevitable, and besides, it didn't die, did it?"

"You!" The elder of the giant bird race was furious, its powerful aura erupting instantly, as if it were about to strike.

"What, you want to make a move? Don't think that my Western Sect is afraid of you." Zhangliu's eyes were stern, and his aura became increasingly overbearing.

"Fellow Daoist, the rules are as they are; if you were afraid of your disciple suffering casualties, why bring it here at all?" Feng Shenzi looked toward the pitch-black giant bird and said in a deep voice, his words full of authority.

The status of the Western Sect in the Xuanyu is self-evident; the latter cannot be mentioned in the same breath as it.

Naturally, Feng Shenzi would not fall out with the former because of the latter; after all, before the secret realm opened, it had already been announced that risks existed.

Seeing this, the elder of the pitch-black giant bird race could only swallow its anger.

Without strength, there is no right to speak, nor is there the qualification to contend with others.

In the end, it could only leave with its injured disciple, feeling deeply unreconciled.

In the time that followed, red beams of light appeared incessantly on the plaza; every appearance represented someone using a life-saving spirit talisman, most of whom were on the verge of death or maimed.

When someone asked who had done it, most of the living beings would say with lingering fear: "It was an orange-clad bald guy."

He looked harmless to humans and animals, but was exceptionally brutal when he made a move.

……

Inside the secret realm, Mengchen walked slowly through mountains and rivers that were like a fairyland.

Along the way, he had indeed encountered quite a few living beings who attacked him.

The result was nothing more than the dead dying and the runners fleeing; he had yet to encounter an existence that could make him exert even a little effort.

Along with the gradual exposure of his terrifying strength and ruthless methods, the living beings hiding in the shadows spread the word from one to ten, and ten to a hundred.

It began to spread wildly: there is an orange-clad bald guy who is incomparably brutal; you absolutely must not provoke him, otherwise you will either die or be crippled.

So much so that in the subsequent exploration, Mengchen did not encounter any more living beings who dared to attack him.

Leisurely, a burst of fragrance assailed his nostrils; Mengchen stopped to search, and after locking onto the direction, he walked toward the depths of the mountain forest to the front right.

"It's actually a Thousand-Leaf Precious Lotus!"

Deep in the forest, on a mountainside, Mengchen discovered the source of the fragrance through the sparse branches and leaves.

Its petals were numerous and orange-yellow in color, its stem was dark green and thick, rooted into the rock layer, and it bloomed exceptionally brilliantly. Legend has it that a very, very long time ago, there was an immortal monk whose footsteps gave birth to lotuses; wherever he went, the place would be filled with blooming lotuses. This kind of lotus had a huge and poignant flower crown, and because of its many petals, it was named by later generations as the Thousand-Leaf Precious Lotus! It has another name, also called the Earth-Emerging Golden Lotus!

In a sense, this Thousand-Leaf Precious Lotus was an evolution of a trace of the immortal monk's Dao Fruit energy.

Although it cannot bring the dead back to life or grow flesh on bones, it contains a massive opportunity.

If one's fortune is sufficient, one can absolutely comprehend from it the invincible technique left behind by the legendary immortal monk.

Only what is grasped in one's own hands and digested can be considered an opportunity!

To prevent any accidents, Mengchen leaped and plucked it at the first opportunity.

Afterward, he found a hidden cave and sat cross-legged like a bell.

He brought out the newly obtained Thousand-Leaf Precious Lotus and let it hover above his head.

Mengchen closed his eyes and entered meditation, entering a state of comprehension.

In an instant, the hovering Thousand-Leaf Precious Lotus transformed into strands of Rune filaments, which submerged into the center of his brows.

He condensed his Nascent Soul to observe, and the Runes surging into the center of his brows gradually shone and moved, slowly combining into eight illusory monks forming seals.

The seals they formed were extremely profound, and each was different.

Slowly, the illusory monks who had formed the seals moved, starting from the opening gesture, practicing one by one from the beginning.

Mengchen was exceptionally focused, following the pattern and imitating their movements to form the seals.

After one round of imitation, he had already memorized every sealing movement by heart.

But his intuition told him that something was wrong, as if something was missing.

Mengchen himself formed the eight types of seals one by one, but he only had the form and lacked the spirit.

This was his Nascent Soul forming seals and evolving.

In reality, his body was also forming seals, synchronized with the Nascent Soul within his body.

He did not know how much time had passed, but just as Mengchen was troubled, the monks composed of Runes suddenly collapsed.

The collapsed Runes continued to shine and reorganized once again……

"Could this be a mental cultivation method!"

The Runes rearranged, forming a scripture.

Although the characters of this scripture did not belong to the current age, Mengchen was able to decipher them by relying on that obscure, profound memory.

Sanfo Bashi! The four characters were exceptionally eye-catching.

"It is actually the legendary Sanfo Bashi." Mengchen was shocked, finding it somewhat hard to believe.

The Western Sect is considered a branch inherited from the Immortal Monk lineage, and what it inherits is fundamentally the Immortal Monk Dharma.

It is just a pity that the inheritance is limited, and most of it has already been lost.

Mengchen also learned of these secrets by perusing the ancient texts within the sect.

Among them were rough records concerning the Sanfo Bashi.

Mengchen was exceptionally excited; the Sanfo Bashi is a transcendent divine art that has been lost for a long time, one of the supreme Dharmas of the Immortal Monk lineage, with extremely powerful attack capabilities!

Having already skillfully mastered the moves previously, now that he was comprehending the heart-method, it was twice the result with half the effort.

As the scripture was gradually comprehended, it also turned into specks of starlight and vanished.

Before long, by combining the moves, Mengchen quickly comprehended the entire scripture.

The scripture that had been reflected around his primordial spirit also disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared at all.

Mengchen opened his eyes; although he looked young and small, at this moment he was solemn and dignified, forming a sacred Dharma seal, like a little battle Buddha! Sanfo Bashi! Even Jinchanzi, who was the leader of the Western Sect, had never possessed it.

Now, it had been miraculously obtained and mastered by him.

(End of this chapter)