With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 390 - 300: Delivering All Living Beings (Part 2)
Xiang Wuji felt a bit peculiar in his heart.
He knew about the enmity between Wen Xin and Ye Lianqiu, but now it seemed Ye Lianqiu wasn’t exactly as Wen Xin had described.
However, these matters could be set aside for now.
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Inside Wen Xin’s exclusive secret chamber at Wood King Peak, a large amount of upper-grade Spirit Stones turned into powder, and Spiritual Qi surged into the room.
Xiang Wuji held a pearl in his hand.
The pearl slowly floated.
Xiang Wuji made a mark with his hand, using a universal spell to open a space channel.
Most ownerless spaces can be opened using this spell.
The next moment, a vortex in space sucked Xiang Wuji in.
When he opened his eyes again, Xiang Wuji was standing outside a bamboo forest.
Centered around Xiang Wuji, everything within a fifty-meter radius was clearly visible, but the distance was shrouded in a thin mist that even Xiang Wuji’s Divine Sense couldn’t penetrate.
The Guiding Fate Technique was violently oscillating, guiding Xiang Wuji in a direction.
Soon, a small mountain gate built of bluestone appeared before Xiang Wuji.
Three large characters were written on the gate: Qingqiu Forest.
Simultaneously, the restrained Qi Fortune on Xiang Wuji’s forehead was completely evaporated.
"No wonder..."
No wonder Xiang Wuji couldn’t find the true Qingqiu Forest in his previous life.
It turned out Qingqiu Forest wasn’t within the Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm but hidden within a small space.
However, it might have been something Ye Lianqiu inadvertently obtained in the Changming Cultivation Realm, but in a past life, Ye Lianqiu’s secret was quickly exposed, and the Everlasting Sect had no choice but to give Ye Lianqiu, this genius, to the Upper Sect.
But now it’s different; if possible, the Everlasting Sect would certainly want Ye Lianqiu, this genius, to become their own cornerstone.
The young Nascent Soul Cultivators are the hope of the Everlasting Sect.
Xiang Wuji sighed slightly, stepping into it.
Behind the small mountain gate was still a bamboo forest.
The bamboo swayed with the wind, and a cool mountain breeze greeted him.
Soon, a statue of a Bodhisattva with a height of ten feet and a thousand hands appeared before Xiang Wuji.
Strangely, in front of the statue, there was an unburned incense stick.
And as Xiang Wuji approached, the incense stick began to burn furiously.
Chunks of stone fell from the Bodhisattva statue, revealing skin like that of a true person within.
As Xiang Wuji focused, a figure in a Kasaya seemed to appear instantly before the statue.
Yet, it also felt as if this person had always been there.
"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, how about discussing the boundless Buddhist Techniques with this old monk and bringing salvation to all living beings?"
The figure turned around; it was a kind-faced old monk with two long white eyebrows hanging by his cheeks.
The old monk’s demeanor was peaceful, but behind him was a struggling Bodhisattva statue, creating a creepy contrast.
Xiang Wuji furrowed his brow.
Although he didn’t trust the elder from the Moon Dao Cultivation Realm, he had strong faith in his Bai Ze Celestial Fortune Skill, believing that the Qi Fortune guidance wouldn’t deceive him or lead him sacrificially.
Xiang Wuji suddenly relaxed his brows.
He ignored the sinister statue.
Bowing as a junior, he asked, "Senior, are you Buddha or Demon?"
The old monk glanced at Xiang Wuji, seemingly noticing something.
"Amitabha Buddha, Buddha and Demon are one and the same."
"What matters if it’s Buddha, what matters if it’s Demon."
A Demon Cultivator can call himself some venerable Demon, but a Buddhist Cultivator would never identify as Buddha.
Xiang Wuji had discerned the identity of the person before him.
"Junior seeks to surpass the two-hundred-year Celestial Calamity and Demon Tribulation, requesting senior’s assistance."
The person before Xiang Wuji was very likely an image left by a Blood Lord of the Undefeated Demon Blood from a past generation.
"Benefactor has a decent perception and a good foundation; this old monk can impart a little Buddhist Technique to you."
The old monk was silent for a moment.
Then, he spoke slowly and kindly.
However, as he spoke, countless flickering phantom images emerged from his body.
This felt like film overlapping in chaos or the unstable signal of an appliance, causing the old monk’s words to be somewhat discontinuous.
"Devour him!"
"Devour!"
"Become the new Blood Lord!"
"Live through a second life!"
The cold wind roared, changing Qingqiu Forest from day to night almost instantly.
Yet neither Xiang Wuji nor the old monk’s expressions altered much.
"The old monk’s 7,600 years of patient waiting finally met with a destined one."
The old monk suddenly raised his hand, transforming the demonic sounds in the sky into tiny figures made of black fog, their indistinguishable faces displaying human-like fear.
The old monk smiled, a grin turning ferocious within moments.
"I am the Demon Lord; how dare you clamor!"
The small figures melted instantly, turning into a stream of black liquid, and the old monk lowered his head, intoning Amitabha Buddha again.
The Bodhisattva statue behind him shattered, revealing a structure of corpses, which decomposed into ash, leaving only a ground of exquisite, clear blood droplets.
"I nurtured this drop of inheritance Demon Blood from 7,600 years of Celestial Demons, augmented with the essence of 177 Celestial Prides."
"Sufficient to let you bear my inheritance."
The black liquid fused with the blood droplets, transforming into a Divine Pill exuding fragrant fumes.
"Consume it."
Xiang Wuji didn’t hesitate and swallowed the item.
But once swallowed, it vanished with no sensation of reaching the stomach, nor any warmth coursing through, just suddenly disappearing.
The old monk said no more, slowly walking into the white mist.
Xiang Wuji quickly clasped his hands and inquired
"Dare I ask the senior’s name! Also, any information on this inheritance?"
"This old monk is an unremarkable monk; my Dharma title is Fa Zhao..."
"As for the inheritance, it is merely a Buddhist Technique, diligently cultivate it... Bring salvation to all beings..."
"The human world resembles a Sea of Suffering; beings struggle to cross to the shore..."
"I devour beings, I am beings, I cross to the shore, thus bring salvation to all beings..."
"Before becoming a Buddhist, the old monk had a name..."
"Black Heaven..."
As his words finished, a sinister technique named ’Salvation of Beings’ appeared in Xiang Wuji’s mind.
The Buddhist Sect cultivates Buddhist Techniques to bring salvation; this method is utterly demonic.
The philosophy is that by devouring the world’s creatures, one becomes the world’s beings; thus, one’s passage to the other side is also the world’s passage.
The technique describes a method of devouring living beings.
It’s maddening, so much so that Xiang Wuji finds it hard to fathom!
"Black Heaven..."
"Black Heaven..."
"Could it be..."
Xiang Wuji’s pupils shrunk.
Legend has it that in Xuanzhou appeared a Demon Venerable who devoured nearly one percent of Xuanzhou’s creatures, severely diminishing Xuanzhou’s Primordial Qi.
One percent seems minor, but it encompassed one of the Jiuzhou Cultivation Realms!
Xuanzhou is somewhat distant from Ningzhou, and Xiang Wuji isn’t privy to details, only that this Demon Venerable was an utter maniac for consuming humans.
And after devouring spirits, this Demon Venerable’s cultivation reached the peak, even approaching the Peak of Divinity Transformation, also possessing countless innate Divine Techniques of creatures.
Eventually, he completely lost his sanity; Xuanzhou’s Divinity Transformation Cultivators hadn’t even acted when this Demon Venerable vanished.
No one knew how he disappeared, nor how he managed to devour so many creatures before the Divinity Transformation Cultivators responded, leaving only devastation in Xuanzhou.
And one name.
Black Heaven
Xiang Wuji almost furrowed his brow reading through the entirely distorted cultivation technique.
Even though he considers himself a Demon Cultivator, he’s not so deranged.
Xiang Wuji’s brow soon relaxed again.
He ignored the text revealing madness throughout.
Focusing instead on a small technique within.
The small technique had no name but served an incredible function.
Seizing others’ physique!
But the conditions were stringent; if cultivating this method completely like Black Heaven, these conditions could be disregarded.
However, Xiang Wuji surmised, should he avoid Black Heaven’s madness,
He could only seize physiques weaker than his and matching attributes, with some degradation in capability; the more he seizes, the less retained.
Xiang Wuji realized that this could be the solution to his Celestial Calamity and Demon Tribulation...
Seize others’ physiques to conceal the Demon Blood!
