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!

li west of

covering several zhang with each step. The sacred chants echoed between

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

impossible. The relic was broken not because Yankong’s

only escape using his divine powers of swift travel, no longer wanting to entangle with Old Master

he would be safe, but a clear,

light of day, but at that moment, the phoenix’s cry purified all the sacred sounds in the world. Golden divine flames fell from the sky, blocking Yankong’s

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

Xu and said, “Tang Xing is fated with Buddhism. Why must you insist on

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 Sword from the Sword Tomb, pointing the

the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Sword and the Xuangjin Dragon Soul Armor, two divine items at his side, Xu Lao Ying stood on invincible ground, and even if his opponent practiced the famed Sutra of No Suffering and Extinction from the Wuxiang Zen Temple,

free from suffering and extinction have no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no form, sound, scent, taste, touch, or law;

lost his cool and strode towards the Xu Clan’s swordsman, casting the grand mantra from the Sutra of No Suffering and

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

deaf to any sound, then he couldn’t smell

lost all connection with it, his

as if only a flickering, ghostly intent remained in his Sea of Consciousness, just after a single grand mantra, Xu Clan’s swordsman, who had the upper hand moments ago, now faced

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