Even...
In this Secret Realm, it seems the Spiritual Power of the deceased lingers exceptionally long, and he can even perceive so information from the grievances of those who died tragically.
But Lin Guang said nothing.
Just like he always has.
At this mont, running through the desert, like a ghostly blue streak swiftly charging towards the next group of palaces, Chelina spoke: "We are doing the right thing."
In her eyes, it seed as if flashes of the deathly scenes from the road before glittered: "We ca here to prevent such tragedies from happening again."
"So..."
"Don’t bla yourself."
Lin Guang whispered: "Thank you."
"Then... let’s keep going!"
Thus.
In the winds of despair and ruins.
Five teors shone with even brighter radiance.
They traversed this land of hopelessness.
The eerie dangers in the palaces were unable to stop them.
Outside the palaces, those Spirit Masters who viewed life as worthless and acted with evil were instantly killed.
Many trapped mortals and righteous Spirit Masters were like they had encountered saviors and hope, supporting each other under the suggestion of Spiritual Power, advancing towards the exit of the Secret Realm.
And at this mont.
Deep within the Secret Realm.
In a hidden space.
A skinny monk in robes sat cross-legged in a dark hall, hands in prayer.
Though imprisoned, those golden eyes flashing with True Intent seed still able to see the happenings outside.
A look of indescribable comfort appeared on the monk’s face, he whispered a Buddhist saying.
"Amitabha."
"This is the heart of Bodhisattva."
Imdiately...
A resolute expression appeared on his face, as he continued to close his eyes, driving Spiritual Power and True Intent, reciting scriptures.
Sanskrit sounds echoed in this space.
"Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva."
"In deep practice of the Perfection of Wisdom."
"Sees that the Five Aggregates are empty."
"Crossing over all suffering and distress..."
...
One of the Eight Halls.
The light is dim, the space vast, as in the maze-like Hall of Right Livelihood.
At this mont.
A massive exploration team numbering in the hundreds is standing in the forehall, facing a series of gilded hall doors.
Among them are not just ragged ordinary people and so elegantly dressed Spirit Masters, yet they move in a synchronized, bizarre manner, apart from the extre fear in their eyes, they are like living puppets.
They all stand behind a seemingly unremarkable, black-robed middle-aged man.
The man’s face appears ancient, cheekbones high, eye sockets deep, apart from those dark eyes, there’s nothing particularly notable except for an arm with faintly glowing Otherworldly script.
[Right Livelihood].
However, the shadow behind him is much larger than it ought to be, appearing quite abnormal, connecting all the shadows behind, in which sothing huge seems to be surging.
Connecting his soul and manipulating it through shadows, this is precisely the specialty of the [Soul Spirit King] Li Wenzhan.
Li Wenzhan’s pitch-black eyes were fixed on the interior of the hall door.
—Inside was a seemingly boundless space.
Not due to excessive size but because spaces were disorderly layered, causing an endless loop phenonon from misaligned order.
Though the space is visibly finite, at first glance, nurous corridors and arches crisscross, flipped upside down, appearing extrely bizarre, with statues and furnishings split by this strange space, randomly embedded in walls or ceilings, the original painted murals on the walls now peeled away, leaving only a dark red background.
Under the manipulation of the shadow behind him, a figure staggered through, eyes filled with terror.
Crack.
That person stepped onto one of the walls’ Vajra statues due to a spatial switch.
The next instant, its vacant eyes suddenly lit up with two clusters of scarlet light.
No sound, no movent, but the mortal who stepped on the statue was like smashed by an invisible giant hamr, instantly exploding into a cloud of blood mist.
Li Wenzhan slightly furrowed his brow, a mocking expression soon appearing on his face, and he coldly said:
"[Right Livelihood], abstain from evil deeds, cease killing?"
"Heh, indeed."
"An archaic way, distorted by Demonic Qi into this manner, it’s quite fitting."
Li Wenzhan nodded slightly.
—It seems that evil deeds extend beyond re active attack, just [Charge] can be considered an evil deed.
Then, continue exploring.
"You go."
Li Wenzhan gestured lightly.
Another Spirit Master manipulated by his shadow trembled as he released his Spirit Beast—a giant half-ter-long horned beetle—and then moved forward, nearly crawling to begin exploring the corridor, terrified to the point of not daring to look up, yet not slow under the shadow’s compulsion.
Li Wenzhan calmly observed the other’s reactions.
In fact, with the thinking speed and accumulated knowledge of a Six-star Spirit Master, he naturally understood already the source of the restraint and intentions of these halls.
Right View.
Right Livelihood.
Right Intention.
Right Effort.
Right Mindfulness.
Right Concentration.
Right Speech.
Right Thought.
Blue Star naturally couldn’t lack Buddhist inheritance, even those strong enough to be called [Buddha] exist, Buddhism also popular in the Southeast Domain, hence Li Wenzhan had so knowledge.
This is precisely the eightfold path of Buddhist cultivators, leading to the so-called supre state of [Nirvana].
The trials here should also evolve from these eightfold paths.
Still, the current world is rely a Tier Six Secret Realm, even distorted by Demonic Qi where restraints beco more bizarre, cannot block him.
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