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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

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

a string of prayer beads, rotating with the recitation. But the most dazzling golden relic

Vajra Relics 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 winning, but because the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Sword was too sharp, so sharp that even

only escape using his divine powers of swift travel, no

would be

phoenix’s cry purified all the sacred sounds

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

reciting the name of the Supreme Noble Bodhisattva, Yankong raised his head to look at Old Master Xu and said, “Tang Xing is

Zen preaching to the world is 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 blossom eyes were filled with deadly seriousness, as he drew another Spiritual

two divine items at his side, Xu Lao Ying stood on invincible ground, and even if his opponent practiced the famed Sutra of

sound, scent, taste, touch, or law; no realm of the eye, and even no realm of consciousness. There

his cool and strode towards the Xu Clan’s swordsman, casting the grand

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

became deaf to any sound, then he couldn’t smell any scent, and

body, he lost all connection with it, his soul even

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