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Chapter 802: Chapter 96: Battle of the Little Saint King

In the Xumi Mountain, within the Illusion Dream world

Chen Menglu, who had sent Tang Luo away, stood desolately atop the sacred altar. The materials from the Four Imperial Spirit Realms disintegrated before his eyes, transforming into the most primal Four Imperial Spiritual Power.

Recalling the young man’s final words, Chen Menglu couldn’t help but mock himself, “Chen Menglu, oh Chen Menglu, you pride yourself on peerless talent, yet you can’t even compare to a young man’s insight. To have the Illusion Dream bloodline awaken in you is truly a waste.”

Once, someone asked why those with Heaven-level bloodlines could so easily achieve the King Realm. The Saint King of the Xu Clan answered, “Because the abilities of a Heaven-level bloodline are almost akin to the Dao.”

Ordinary grandmasters struggle to reach the King Realm because they seek the Dao without success. But for those with Heaven-level bloodlines, the Dao is close at hand. It courses through their blood, the Dao is themselves.

They need not have sudden enlightenment; they need not ponder deeply, only to thoroughly understand their own bloodline abilities, and that will be the grand pathway to the King Realm.

Just like Tang Luo had said, instead of searching for the never-before-seen path of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals, it is better to study one’s own Illusion Dream bloodline.

But Chen Menglu was not content. Even if no one would practice the Four Imperial Spirit Seals again, he still wanted to be the last guardian of the Four Imperial Spirit Realms. If in the end, he couldn’t achieve the King Realm, then he would tell the world of the splendor of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals!

His eyes of confusion regained their determination. Chen Menglu left all his dejection in this illusionary space. When his Dharma Body dissipated and he reappeared at the hub of the Divine Array, he was still the Unparalleled Grandmaster, the master of the Illusionary Dream Space, Chen Menglu!

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li west

covering several zhang with each step. The sacred chants echoed between heaven and earth, and all the living creatures swayed

the monk’s hands was a string of prayer beads, rotating with the recitation. But the most dazzling golden

after depleting their spiritual rhythm. The monk of Wuxiang Zen Temple was to confront the swordsman from Yuanzhou’s Xu Clan, and victory was nearly impossible. The relic was broken not because Yankong’s cultivation was inferior to Old Master Xu’s

using his divine powers of swift travel, no longer wanting to entangle

a distance, he would be safe, but a clear, beautiful phoenix cry shattered

the crow of a rooster heralds the light of day, but at that moment, the phoenix’s cry

might have succeeded,” said Old Master Xu, standing on the back of the golden phoenix, landing in front of Yankong with a grave voice, “Still the same demand, remove the Zen thoughts from Tang Xing’s Sea of ​​Consciousness, or you

Bodhisattva, Yankong raised his head to look at Old Master Xu and said, “Tang Xing is fated with

none of my business, but if you dare set your sights on my kin, extend a hand and it’ll be cut off, stick out a head and it’ll be chopped!” Xu Lao Ying’s peach

ground, and even if his opponent practiced the famed Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction from the Wuxiang Zen

from suffering and extinction have no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no form, sound, scent, taste, touch, or law; no realm of the eye, and even no realm of consciousness. There is no ignorance, nor is

Yankong finally lost his cool and strode towards the Xu Clan’s swordsman, casting the grand mantra from the Sutra of

his sword, suddenly felt the world turn grey as if covered by a fog, all his sharp six senses, honed from the minor success of the Tongming Sword Body, were

see anything before him, his ears also became deaf to any sound,

he lost all connection with

if only a flickering, ghostly intent remained in his Sea of Consciousness, just after a single grand