1032: Chapter 295 Coincidence_2 1032: Chapter 295 Coincidence_2 The same Divine Skills, yet they leave the body.
Essentially, there’s no difference.
Just like the fist techniques and gun techniques of mortals, many are fundamentally the same thing, different only in form, resulting in entirely different effects.
Su He was stunned, as if thunder was resounding through his mind.
He gasped for breath and didn’t try to gather Snow Concealment again.
Instead, the shadow of External Phase Mountain gathered before him.
Gazing at the mountain shadow, Su He’s gaze deepened.
He reached out a claw to touch the mountain shadow, flicked his claw, and the mountain shadow fell upon Ji Feixue.
It was like a great mountain suppressing her from above, yet also like a Turtle Shell protecting a beloved.
A glint of joy appeared in Su He’s eyes, and even the corners of Ji Feixue’s mouth twitched slightly, seemingly bringing a hint of a smile.
Though the Turtle understands little, its comprehension isn’t low.
External Appearance is a Divine Skill that should not leave the body, yet Su He had achieved it.
Su He laughed heartily and with another point of his finger, a snowflake fell, landing amidst the essence blood and the mist Ji Feixue had gathered.
In an instant, both the water curtain and the refining space, along with its contained essence blood, disappeared from sight.
Laughing, Su He waved his claw and sliced open the space of the stone wall with the Words On Stone Wall, splitting the wall in the middle.
He placed the invisible essence blood inside, then merged the space back.
The stone wall was intact as before—what he had cut was the space, what matter did the stone wall have?
After doing all this, Su He turned and looked at Ji Feixue, “Wife, have you found the exit yet?”
This cave had an entrance but no exit; the exit would need to be found.
Such means to Break the Formation, Su He would not be demonstrating.
Ji Feixue frowned.
There was a clue, but she hadn’t found it yet.
Without speaking, she stretched out a hand and pointed in various crisscrossing directions above, below, left, and right, and numerous lines emerged within the cave.
The lines exuded a Netherworld Qi.
…
In another cave.
Ding-a-ling!
A sound of a Bronze Bell, a Free Bodhisattva, indistinguishable whether it’s an Avatar—the original Kuran version was already an Avatar, it doesn’t matter to duplicate again, where the consciousness resides, that place becomes the lesser real body.
The canopy bell shook, thrusting open the barrier of the cave, revealing the scene beyond.
Originally, from tens of thousands of random cave entrances chosen, each subsequent selection led to hundreds more, leading to a million combinations, dividing merely a dozen Avatars held no purpose.
However, fortunately, all cave entrances, even through trials and hardships, converged here in the end.
He was situated in a circular stone wall, with choices still ahead, two space rifts.
This place is the true entry to the Tian Nu Clan Forbidden Area.
The honeycomb-like rocks in front were there to block the leaking Qi from these two rifts!
Both rifts, one exuding bone-chilling murderous intent, precisely what the Free Bodhisattva was seeking.
White Tiger?
That was all the Free Bodhisattva could think of.
Having emerged late, he hadn’t seen such a being before, but how could his status here not be aware of the existence of the Four Sacred Beasts?
The Sacred Beast White Tiger was precisely the fundamental reason he shed all pretense and desperately sought entry.
The face of the Buddhist was naturally important, but with the Sacred Beast ahead, the disgrace seemed trivial, and after being scolded so much, he hardly cared anymore.
Once he no longer cared, then no one across the All Heavens and Myriad Realms could do anything about it on this front.
After all, with a thousand years of Tao Cultivation, even if not all experiences of the main body were brought along, he broke through the cave much faster than Ji Feixue.
Dozens of Free Bodhisattvas almost simultaneously shattered the cave, looking inside.
Behind a rift was the White Tiger, and behind another fissure, a faint Tao Rhythm transmitted, suggesting a heritage was present there.
That rift revealing the Tao Rhythm, the Free Bodhisattva merely glanced once and looked no further.
Countless legacies exist in the world, even he couldn’t possibly recognize them all, but the best of legacies could only allow people to reach Stepping Sky Seven-fold at most.
If pushed to the extreme, there was a chance to reach their realm.
In Ancient Times, that would be an Immortal Sovereign.
How many since antiquity had been Immortal Sovereigns?
Moreover, Immortal Sovereigns aren’t something substantiated just through legacies.
The lineage he left in the Buddha World, without any reservation, yet over tens of thousands of years till now, not one had ascended to Bodhisattva.
Free Bodhisattva gazed at the two rifts inside and looked at the intersecting lines blocking the cave entrance and helplessly shook his head.
Those lines were refined from the very Netherworld Vein.
They could be considered Netherworld Meridians.
Indeed, such measures must have been left by a being with Immortal Sovereign Combat Power, or it must be a real Immortal who had truly opened the Fairy Sect; otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible to touch the Netherworld Vein.
Dozens of Free Bodhisattvas simultaneously brought their hands together in prayer, slowly pushing forward, a ray of Buddha light parted the intersecting lines, landing in the void ahead, immediately followed by multiple Buddha treasures flying out, circling around the two space rifts, laying down an invisible Big Array.
Plan for defeat ahead of victory.
The Netherworld Meridian composed of lines, unbreakable for the moment, thus an Array was laid down first to protect the cave entrance.
He was not his true form, and his limitations were severe, with too few methods at his disposal.
If it were his true body, these strands could be severed with a sweep of the hand.
Yet now he could not.
These strands were connected to the Divine Soul, and this fleshly body’s Divine Soul was a sliver of consciousness from the Big Freedom Bodhisattva.
Not breaking free from the strands forcibly would immediately cause the strands to pull out his consciousness.
Sending just a flesh body was meaningless.
That Little White Dragon was extraordinary, and the assumed member of the Tian Nu Clan was no ordinary person either; the Netherworld Veins probably could not confine them.
Not to mention anything else, as long as the two clasped together, invaded each other, and unified Yin and Yang, then wrapping them into a bundle with a Marriage Certificate would allow them to easily break out.
He set up a Formation lest the two got ahead of him first.
The Big Freedom Bodhisattva took off the Bronze Bell and threw it out as well, completing the Big Array in an instant.
Stars were spread like a chessboard!
Using three hundred sixty-five treasures as stars, it formed a Star Battle Array where entering meant entrapment, and breaking the formation meant certain death.
This formation’s power was boundless, but its flaws were also clearly evident.
Every formation has its flaws.
Even the Baiyin Array had deficiencies; all the weak points were concentrated and transformed into a key that fell into Su He’s hands, much less for a big Buddhist monk.
The Buddhist Formation was inherently a step behind the Taoist School.
This formation had flaws—it wouldn’t attack people out of nowhere; it required a catalyst.
White Tiger Rift was made the door of death, and the inheritance rift was made the door of life.
If those two entered first, entering through the White Tiger would be the catalyst, and they would deserve death.
Both were true geniuses, more monstrous than he had been in his youth.
Even he had only been able to confront those of Stepping Sky Seven-fold when he was at the limit of Stepping Sky Five-fold.
Only when he entered Stepping Sky Six-fold could he become invincible among those of common Step Heaven Seven Layers.
Unlike these two, though they seemed to have just stepped into Stepping Sky Five, they were already capable of suppressing beings beyond the existence of Stepping Sky Seven-fold.
They defied all logic.
When the heavens want to destroy someone, they first make them mad.
The youth, ignorant of the heavenly calculations, thought themselves unparalleled in talent but didn’t know they were on the path to death.
These two had too high a talent, extremely formidable methods, and top-tier inheritances; they surely wouldn’t fancy the inheritance here and would certainly enter the White Tiger Rift.
About a dozen Big Freedom Bodhisattvas joined their palms in prayer, hoping for dead geniuses, “Amitabha Buddha!”
…
“Do you understand?” Ji Feixue looked at Su He.
Su He nodded.
The silk lines formed by the aggregation of the Netherworld Qi!
He could manipulate them.
He and Ji Feixue were fundamentally different; Ji Feixue, relying on the power contained within a set of dry bones, was not afraid of the Netherworld Qi, but found manipulating the silk lines here somewhat difficult.
But Su He was different; he was inherently a Netherworld Passage.
After pondering for a while, Ji Feixue had just set up a way to move aside the Netherworld Silk Lines, which Su He might not have understood.
Seeing Su He nod, she stepped back slightly.
Su He licked his lips, manifested his human form, and plunged both hands into the midst of the Netherworld Silk Lines.
He pushed them aside, and Ji Feixue seized the opportunity to thrust a sword strike that pierced through the stone wall behind the cave, letting through a burst of light.
“Open!”
Following what Ji Feixue had said, Su He treated the Netherworld Silk Lines like water waves, like a Dragon Turtle stirring the waves, dispersing the silk lines, so that once they escaped, the waves would retract, and the silk lines would return to their original form.
This wouldn’t affect the arrangement here nor harm the Soul Beasts that dwelled in this place.
The more Su He pushed, the bigger the opening became, and as he flipped his palms, the silk lines rippled like surging waves, spreading out in all directions.
Surging~
Moving~
The wave’s frequency, rhythm, and intensity were all calculated by Ji Feixue to ensure that everything here would return to normal after their departure.
“Let’s go!”
As the waves grew stronger, Ji Feixue shouted lightly and flashed her body through the central hole.
She slammed through the freshly pierced rock wall.
Su He quickly followed.
The two left one after another, and as for what the Big Freedom Bodhisattva encountered—the strong drag of the Netherworld Vein on the Divine Soul—what was that?
As soon as they burst out, they saw about a dozen Big Freedom Bodhisattvas smashing through the rock wall and merging into one before them.
The three met, their facial expressions changing to various degrees as they flashed their figures and charged towards the inheritance rift.
The expression of the Big Freedom Bodhisattva changed completely.
Not good!
He had overestimated his opponents; these two didn’t appreciate the good in the White Tiger!
Su He also didn’t look too good.
They were facing the White Tiger, but he and Ji Feixue bore the mark of the White Tiger on them—nailed to the board, they couldn’t run, hence they prioritized obtaining the inheritance.
This Big Freedom Bodhisattva, a grand Immortal Sovereign, unaware of the true intent of the White Tiger?