aircannonsinc Chapter 320 The Imprisoning Heaven Technique, Head of the Bodhidharma Academy
Chapter 320 The Imprisoning Heaven Technique, Head of the Bodhidharma Academy
Chapter 320 The Imprisoning Heaven Technique, Head of the Bodhidharma Academy
After confirming that everything was alright at Qingfeng Ridge, Chen Yi did not linger and turned to enter the secret chamber for seclusion.
This trip to the Ice Phoenix Mountains was very fruitful, and we must digest it as soon as possible.
Especially the relics that have been passed down, which may bear the mark of Vajra Temple, must be dealt with immediately.
The door to the secret room slammed shut.
Chen Yi sat cross-legged on the futon and waved his sleeve.
Splash!
A pile of items emitting various colors of spiritual light fell in front of him.
These are Yuanzhen's relics.
Aside from the crystal core containing immense primordial power and the relic radiating gentle Buddhist light, Chen Yi's gaze fell upon an inconspicuous object in the corner of a storage bag.
"Huh? What's this?"
Chen Yi reached out and a piece of bone, its entire surface a golden color, flew into his palm.
The bone was about a foot long and was left by some unknown creature. Its surface was covered with naturally formed, intricate patterns, and it was unusually heavy, as if it were supporting a small mountain.
Chen Yi applied pressure with his fingertips and tried to squeeze it.
Not moving.
You must know how terrifying his physical strength is now, but the hardness of this bone far exceeds the strength of his own bones, and even exceeds it by more than one level.
The moment he touched the bone.
In my mind, a line of familiar light blue text popped up:
[A near-fifth-tier Vajra Ape spine has been detected and is currently being devoured—]
Chen Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.
Quasi-fifth order?!
A giant ape's spine?!
Before he could react, an extremely powerful and pure Vajra energy surged wildly into his body through his palm.
boom!
Chen Yi shuddered, and his bones crackled and popped.
Having only devoured a tiny bit of fur, the power was so immense that it caused a long-lost throbbing pain in his meridians.
"nice one!"
A sharp glint flashed in Chen Yi's eyes.
Yuanzhen actually has such a treasure hidden away!
If he could completely devour this near-fifth-tier Vajra Bone, his Vajra Body would likely undergo a qualitative leap.
This is such a pleasant surprise!
Chen Yi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the excitement in his heart, and carefully placed the Vajra Bone aside for the time being.
Eat your food one bite at a time.
This thing has too much energy; it needs to be refined slowly.
After calming himself down, Chen Yi turned his gaze to the last thing—the round and translucent relic of inheritance.
This is also the most valuable treasure that Yuanzhen possesses.
He reached out and took it in his palm.
A warm, smooth sensation came through, followed by another system notification sound.
This time, however, the content made even the usually composed Chen Yi suddenly stand up, his face revealing an uncontrollable joy.
[It's actually a hidden lineage of Vajra Kung Fu!]
The finger bones were slightly cool to the touch, like jade, yet they conveyed a heart-pounding heaviness in Chen Yi's palm.
That wasn't physical weight, but rather oppression based on rules.
A subtle yet powerful fluctuation was seeping into his meridians from his fingertips.
This power possesses both the indestructible strength of a diamond and the restrictive power of a self-imposed prison.
The ultimate technique of Vajra Temple: Vajra Imprisoning Heaven Finger.
On the system panel, data streams surged wildly, meticulously extracting the information contained within the finger bone.
Chen Yi's pupils contracted slightly.
The inheritance extracted by the system was not swallowed whole, but rather presented as two completely different original fluctuations.
One is the ultimate application and extension of the Vajra Indestructible Force, and the other is the more profound spatial sealing runes.
When Xuan Gang used this move, it was incredibly powerful, but only its form was visible.
Now it seems that either Xuan Gang's skills were not refined enough, and he only mastered the basics;
Either the essence within the finger bone is too obscure, or only someone like Chen Yi, who possesses a system to assist in analysis, can see through the appearances and directly point to the core.
What truly surprised Chen Yi was the second wave of fluctuation.
Inside this finger bone, a small, "solidified" space was actually locked in place.
The phrase "imprisoned by heaven" is not a figurative expression.
It is the power of Vajra that forcibly alters the rules of the local world, condensing the four directions and the top and bottom into a single iron plate.
Once you're in that situation, there's no other way but to fight back with your physical body.
To the monks of Vajra Temple, this method might simply be seen as supernatural power.
But in Chen Yi's view, this was clearly another violent solution to the Dao of Space.
He took out the fixed-space silver plate that he had taken from Silver Horn.
The silver disc rippled with faint spatial energy, its principle being compression, shrinking a three-foot area into a small square inch to construct a defense.
Chen Yi spent several days trying to comprehend the technique, but his progress was slow. He could only barely compress space, and his defensive capabilities were barely any.
That's the level of "technique".
The runes in the finger bones represent the level of "law".
If this Prisoner of Heaven's Origin Rune could be integrated into the compression concept of the Fixed-Sky Silver Disc—
Chen Yi tapped his knee lightly with his fingers.
Simple compression combined with absolute blockade.
Then it will no longer be defense, but domination!
Furthermore, after gaining a deeper understanding of the finger bone, Chen Yi sensed that the universe, through its causal energy, was telling him that this finger bone could not be kept.
This thing is like a torch in the dark; as long as it's still on him, it's only a matter of time before the Vajra Temple follows the clues and comes knocking on his door.
half a month.
This is the safe period given by spiritual perception.
Without further hesitation, Chen Yi activated the system at full power.
The immense analytical power, like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly enveloped the finger bone relic.
There is no gentle enlightenment, only violent dismantling, crushing, and devouring.
The external application of Vajra Force was stripped away and integrated into its own Immortal Martial Arts system.
The runic logic of the imprisoned space was imprinted, corroborating the spatial principles of the Fixed Space Silver Disc.
Inside the cave, Chen Yi closed his eyes tightly, his aura rapidly receding, his entire being like a lifeless rock, completely immersed in the plundering of these two supreme powers.
In the western part of Zhongzhou, atop the mountains.
Vajra Temple, Bodhidharma Main Hall.
This is a sacred place for ascetics and guardian deities. The fourth-grade superior spiritual vein is forcibly confined within the mountain by countless Buddhist restrictions, and the dense spiritual energy has almost turned into tangible golden mist.
The walls are covered with countless golden runes that constantly circulate. Practicing the Vajra Technique here allows one day to be equivalent to several days in the outside world.
An ancient and simple golden soul tower stands quietly behind the hall.
The tower has a thousand holes, and in each hole is enshrined a golden crystal soul candle, which is the life flame of the core disciples of the temple.
The old monk, sitting on a futon in front of the pagoda, had long eyebrows that drooped to his cheeks, and his breathing was barely perceptible, like a withered tree.
Suddenly, the old monk's eyelids twitched.
It was an extremely discordant twitch that instantly shattered the original harmonious and tranquil Zen-like atmosphere.
He suddenly opened his eyes and reached back with his withered hand to grab.
A soul candle flew through the air and landed in the palm of the hand.
The candle wick was charred black, with only a wisp of smoke rising, still carrying the warmth of the candle.
The words "Yuanzhen" are engraved in that spot.
The old monk stared at the wisp of green smoke, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
Yuanzhen was no ordinary disciple; he was the successor nurtured by the Bodhidharma Academy with countless efforts. He had already mastered the Vajra Indestructible Technique, and even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to break through his defenses.
How could he have died so suddenly? He didn't even manage to send back a message for help?
when-
Three deep, resonant chimes of the bell echoed throughout the thirty-six peaks above and below the Vajra Temple.
The sound of the bell carried a chilling, ominous tone, causing the snow on the mountainside to fall in a rustling sound.
In less than half an incense stick's time, the main hall of Bodhidharma was already filled with golden light.
Three elderly monks, clad in red robes, sat at the head of the table, their auras as deep as the ocean; all were late-stage fourth-order body refiners.
Below on both sides, more than ten academy leaders and elders at the peak of the mid-stage of the fourth rank had solemn expressions.
"How many years has it been?"
An elder with a ruddy face spoke first, his voice like the clang of metal, "Central Continent seems to have forgotten the wrath of Vajra Temple, that someone dared to attack and kill our temple's core disciple."
"Junior Nephew Yuanzhen's external martial arts skills are unmatched; even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to kill him head-on." Another elder frowned.
"Which of those notorious old monsters doesn't know that we are his successor? Who would dare to lay a hand on Yuanzhen like this without a reason?"
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and a murderous aura filled the hall.
The elderly abbot, sitting in the center, slowly raised his hand, and the noise stopped abruptly.
"Xuan regret."
The old abbot turned his gaze to a stern-faced middle-aged monk on his left. "You are in charge of the monastic discipline of the Dharma Monastery, so this matter is entirely your responsibility. Take the enforcement team and make sure to find out the real culprit."
"If you encounter resistance—" The old abbot paused, a cold glint flashing in his cloudy eyes, "you will be permitted to use the temple's true treasures."
"This humble monk obeys."
Xuan Hui stood up, clasped his hands together, and his half-red kasaya moved without wind.
Ice Phoenix Snowfield.
The cold wind howled, whipping up countless ice crystals.
Three golden beams pierced the sky and landed in a devastated ice valley.
Xuan Hui was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, with a half-red kasaya over it, and held a nine-ringed tin staff in his hand.
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Behind him followed two law enforcement monks, both of whom were burly, sharp-eyed, and possessed auras of the fourth rank.
"This is the place."
Xuan Hui's gaze swept across the surroundings.
Although the scene was mostly covered by wind and snow, the lingering violent energy in the air still kept the spiritual energy of this place in a state of disorder.
He slammed his tin staff heavily onto the ice.
"Amitabha."
With a low murmur, a dazzling golden light shone from Xuan Hui's chest.
That is the origin of his innate Zen mind.
He was willing to sacrifice his cultivation to reshape the landscape of this place.
Golden light spread, covering an area of hundreds of feet in radius.
The howling wind and snow suddenly stopped, and countless particles of light and shadow rapidly recombined and twisted in the air, eventually transforming into a blurry yet coherent image.
The two monks held their breath, staring intently at the screen.
In the scene, Yuanzhen roars repeatedly, his golden body gleaming, each punch powerful enough to shatter mountains.
However, his opponent—
Xuan Hui's pupils suddenly contracted.
It was a blurry figure, its face obscured, but its movements were incredibly fast.
What's even more terrifying is that person's understanding of Vajra Kung Fu.
Each strike landed precisely on the point where Yuanzhen's power was being converted, which was the only weak moment for the indestructible Vajra.
Yuanzhen was like a child being toyed with, possessing great strength but unable to even touch the hem of the other's clothes.
"Such superb combat skills."
Xuan Hui's voice was deep, "This kind of control over timing and dismantling of force is something that even the abbots who have studied physical techniques their whole lives can't match."
The screen continued to scroll.
Yuanzhen was clearly panicked; his moves became chaotic, but he continued to roar, as if questioning something.
Immediately afterwards, the figure lunged forward, using no fancy supernatural abilities, only pure and utterly brutal crushing force.
The battle ended very quickly.
Until Yuanzhen fell, the figure took the finger bone, and the scene shattered with a crash.
Xuan Hui's face turned pale. He withdrew his divine power and was slightly out of breath.
"Master, what did you see?" a disciple asked hurriedly.
Xuan Hui closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly said, "This person does not practice Buddhism, but is proficient in the Vajra Technique. However, his most terrifying aspect is not his physical body, but his consciousness."
"Divine consciousness?"
"Not bad." Xuan Hui opened his eyes, his gaze sharp. "During the battle, Yuan Zhen's divine sense was completely suppressed, like a blind man."
To be able to utilize one's divine sense to this extent in close combat, this person's divine sense strength has likely already touched the threshold of the late fourth stage.
He looked at the bloodstains on the ground and made a judgment.
"By cultivating only the Vajra Technique, one's spiritual awareness becomes powerful, one's killing decisions become decisive, and one's skills reach the pinnacle."
"This is definitely not the work of an ordinary rogue cultivator, nor does it resemble the methods of a traditional sect."
"It must be a killing puppet created by some ancient, secretive organization over hundreds of years, exhausting its potential. It was born specifically to kill, devoid of emotion, possessing only skill."
Xuan Hui sighed, "Yuan Zhen's death was not unjust."
At this moment, another disciple holding a magic disc suddenly spoke up: "Headmaster, this disciple used a magic artifact to capture the remnants of the sound from that time. Before he died, Senior Brother Yuanzhen roared that the other party was a rogue monk from the Black Dragon Society."
"The Black Dragon Society?"
Xuan Hui frowned slightly, searching his memory but he had never heard of this name before.
Xuan Hui waved his hand, his gaze turning unusually cold. "He took away the relic of the Imprisoning Heaven Finger."
That is one of the core treasures of Vajra Temple, and it must not be lost.
"We must find this person, bring him back to the temple for trial, and recover the relics."
"Head of the department, in this vast sea of people, how do I find him?"
Another disciple took out a piece of pale golden finger bone, which was the "Zen Finger Relic". It was originally a pair with the lost "Prisoner Finger Relic", and there was a faint original connection between the two.
"Should we directly use the Zen finger relic to forcibly locate it?"
Xuan Hui looked at the severed finger bone, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
Using the Zen Finger Relic to forcibly locate it requires consuming a large amount of essence. Afterwards, this treasure needs to be nurtured in front of the Buddha for at least a hundred years to restore its spirituality. During this period, the disciples in the temple will not be able to gain enlightenment from it.
The cost is too high.
and----
"That prisoner's finger relic is incredibly hard and contains rules within it. Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator uses a spiritual treasure to refine it, it would take three to five months to erase the mark within it."
Xuan Hui pondered for a moment before making a decision.
"No rush."
"Wait a minute. Since the other party has taken the relic, they must have become entangled in significant karma."
He sat cross-legged on the ice, his fingers moving rapidly, and golden Sanskrit characters leaped from his fingertips, arranging and combining in the air.
To deduce the secrets of heaven.
A moment later, Xuan Hui suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the southeast.
There is a very faint yet clear line of cause and effect, pointing somewhere.
That was the direction where Yuanzhen had a fierce struggle during the last period of his life.
"Found it."
Xuan Hui stood up, waved his sleeve, and swept up two disciples, transforming them into streaks of light that shot into the sky.
"That direction—"
One of the disciples, examining the mountains and terrain, exclaimed in surprise, "This seems to be the location of the Crane-Crowned True Lord's mountain gate?"
Xuan Hui remained expressionless, his voice carried away by the wind.
"No matter who it is, if they take anything from my Vajra Temple, they must return it."
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