With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 1059 - 672: Gift for Accepting a Disciple, Pure Yang

The tree crown swayed with a rustling sound, so Qi descended from the sky, gliding through the treetops, ethereal and fluid.

In the blink of an eye, a broad, bare back figure erged from the gathering Qi.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, facing the Bodhi tree in ditation.

"..."

ng Chuan gazed at the figure’s back, guessing it must be the Esoteric Sect’s mighty Lingkong Dharma King.

Rumor has it that this great figure of the Esoteric Sect has an extraordinary form, as robust as a rock welcoming waves in the middle of a raging river.

His back bears a wheel-like pattern, a natural birthmark extending across both shoulders, resembling a dragon sprouting wings.

ng Chuan observed the bare illusion from behind, nodding silently.

"They all match."

The figure sitting cross-legged suddenly halted, as if sensing sothing.

Without moving his posture, his neck clicked and twisted around.

Across eternity, the two locked eyes.

As their eyes t, a pressure as heavy as mountains fell upon him.

Clouds rolled, dragon roared, and elephant trumpeted as if dark clouds gathered nacingly overhead—

Lightning and thunder interweaved, the dragon and elephant remained unseen, only a massive nacing claw extended from the clouds towards him.

Whoosh—

ng Chuan’s vision turned black instantly, his tear glands squeezed, tears flowed from his closed eyes.

A sudden sensation of being pulled high up in the sky, upon reopening his eyes, a firm yet resilient feeling ca from beneath his feet.

The back of an elephant!

Above him, a magnificent and majestic golden dragon lood, ng Chuan’s clothes fluttered as he leaned back, only his entire being remained firmly rooted like an unshakable rock.

As the dragon’s face approached, his Heart Spirit trembled violently.

Boom!!!

A muffled explosion resounded, thunder and fire shuttled across.

An enormous hundred-zhang golden dragon perated his five senses, contemplating he witnessed, yet unexpectedly in his sea of consciousness, this dragon racing arrogantly transford into a billion points of light scattered.

In an instant, countless points of light surrounded him, penetrated internally, clung to his spine and extended throughout his limbs and skeleton.

Lights flickered uncertainly, bright and dim, clear and turbid mists enwreathed.

Inside ng Chuan, it seed like an imposing ’Great Dragon’ erged, exuding Prajna wisdom, a latent breath...

His eyes opened, golden lightning shot out from his eyes in branching patterns, like real thunderclap streaks.

ng Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his senses drifting afar.

There, an ancient and grand aura emanated, without discernible ’external form’, just an aura akin to the serenity of an ancient Bodhi tree.

"The Divine Charm of Ancestor Master Bodhidharma..."

ng Chuan’s Heart Spirit stirred, recalling the legend of Prajna’s Dragon Elephant debut.

Years ago, Qi Blood Martial Arts were yet unford.

Buddhist Sect practiced separately in spirit and flesh, while the Western Regions’ Esoteric Sect was loyal adherents of ’physical body’ cultivation.

Lingkong Dharma King was reputed as Esoteric Sect’s preeminent fleshly genius, a ’Horizontal Training Holy Body’ of the Ancient Martial Era.

Yet, with the Western Regions’ Zen reaching its limits, the King ventured south to Central Earth seeking the path ahead.

Ultimately, under the illumination of Bodhidharma’s Divine Charm, he deliberated for ten years, broke barriers, revealed Dharma.

Prajna wisdom harnessed Dragon Elephant’s might, and passed down the world’s foremost Horizontal Divine Skill for future generations...

ng Chuan nodded slightly, maintaining the ’Great Dragon’s’ breath, quietly waiting.

Unexpectedly, his gaze flickered with inexplicable colors, face suddenly turned peculiar.

This old man is not the Bodhidharma he imagined...

With green eyes, purple brows, ears hanging below shoulders, ancient and rugged face, he was the most widely recognized image of Ancestor Master Bodhidharma.

How is it that before him stood a lean old monk with jade-like features, eyes glistened, beard like frosted threads?

Not right...

Though no Qi could be sensed, an ancient aura perated around...

The old man tapped the ground, stood by his side, a faint brilliance skimd across, flashed gold, then turned into the familiar appearance of ng Chuan.

A delicate ’young monk’ with rosy lips and white teeth!

Senior Brother Ding Guang!

ng Chuan acknowledged with a hand gesture and an awkward laugh, failed in recognition, truly a bit embarrassing...

Ding Guang looked at him with an expression between a smile and not:

"ng Chuan, why are you surprised to see it’s I as the old monk?"

"No, no, junior was just absorbed in feeling cultivation and hadn’t returned his Heart Spirit in ti..."

ng Chuan shook his head denying, dared not initiate a relationship imdiately.

Whether to beco a recorded disciple, simply others’ words aren’t enough, only the ’Past Buddha’ personally affirming makes it real.

If it turns out awkwardly, it truly is embarrassing...

Of course, ng Chuan could only recognize being a recorded disciple, his direct master never changes.

Though now there’s a significant probability his actual combat power has surpassed his master, one shouldn’t forget one’s roots even if wings have strengthened.

Furthermore, his relationship with Luo Guanyun had surpassed ordinary teacher-student bonds, akin more to family.

Ding Guang did not know his thoughts, ca searching ng Chuan today for a reason.

Firstly, confirming the apprenticeship.

Yin and Yang’s Unity and Chaos, Five Elents’ rotation and inversion, destruction and rebirth coexisting in body, mastering and consolidating everything.

Such an extraordinary deanor is what he seeks as the inheritor of the [True Classic of Eternal Decline and Prosperity]...

If not for such an extrely unique, even the only one in the world physique, he wouldn’t consider accepting a disciple, let alone one who isn’t a Magic Cultivator...

So people, once missed, are never found again...

"ng Chuan, I wish to accept you as Liu disciple, are you willing?"

Ding Guang straightforwardly asked, no andering complexity.

"May I ask Master Ding Guang, is it a recorded disciple?"

Ding Guang realized, this youth has another master.

He said solemnly:

"My existence is without form, color, or appearance, not attached to external manifestations.

Entering my door, there is no distinction among disciples, with hearts directed towards Bodhi, then you are a disciple of Buddhist Sect, Ding Guang’s disciple, adhering to righteousness and purity, wherever is Spirit Mountain, moreover no need to be attached to nas and appearances."

ng Chuan comprehended, essentially he could see himself as whichever disciple he believes he is.

So why hesitate any longer?

Ding Guang generous, bestows supre Divine Skill to him, along with affirmation.

’Past, Present, and Future’ a triad of supre existences, true leaders of Buddhist Sect, inheritors of Spirit Mountain!