With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 675 - 568: Stealing Dharma, Deceptive Buddha; Fists

Wait a mont, let it sink in.

Having observed the entire process of transforming the divine power of Immortals and Buddhas, ng Chuan no longer hesitated and ordered:

"Master Liaohai, co down with . Master Liao Chen and Master Liao Qing, wait for the signal and then deal with these dwarves.

Rember, capture them alive!"

These are special battle rits; none of them should escape!

"Where to?"

Liaohai’s eyes were puzzled.

ng Chuan pointed to the lava at the bottom of the valley.

"Chi Li and the Divine Hall are down there. This lava is a natural shield; only the two of us can go down."

Liaohai pondered for a mont, nodded resolutely with a look of envy from the two monks beside him:

"Alright!"

Although the danger was significant, following ng Chuan promised great rewards!

The plump monk declared decisively:

"Leave the top to us monks, rest assured, none of these little ones will escape."

"Good."

ng Chuan was very assured because he rembered that Liao Chen had a move that could seize the world with Fist Skill.

It seed to be called Heavenly Net Covering the Earth, which had been used against him before, and should work well against these dwarves...

Armor donned, the Fist Blade flashed like a cold star.

ng Chuan descended with Liaohai, leaving the upper part to Liao Chen and Liao Qing.

Liao Chen stared at the dwarves, gathering his strength.

After ng Chuan’s signal ca through, he would grab all these dwarves in one sweep with a single smack, and Liao Qing would finish the tying.

There was still plenty of ti, and the two monks leaned against the rock, watching ng Chuan and Liaohai’s descent, quietly discussing in hushed tones.

"When we return to the mountain, we need to train in Hard Skills specifically for extre environnts."

For example, the fire sea below; Liaohai and ng Chuan have been down there several tis and have gained many benefits.

To say they weren’t envious would’ve been a lie.

...

Lava surged, deep within the valley.

A figure, much like a Dragon Subduing Arhat, sat with legs coiled on a pitch-black bone throne.

Its eyes were tightly closed, exuding a dense malevolence.

Large swathes of verdant mist surged, interspersed with strands of black vapor, like foamy waves rising and falling, at tis flowing backward to the sky, then gathering again and penetrating the Celestial Court, intensifying the aura.

The malevolent Arhat opened its eyes, a bright red light blooming, conspicuously striking in the dim hall.

On the armrest beside it, an Arhat statue had both hands stirring up waves, ethereal blue vapors around it.

anwhile, it took a deep breath, causing the entire Divine Temple to co alive, the black walls on both sides expanding and contracting with its breathing rhythm.

The do hung down with blood-colored muscular threads, greedily accelerating the absorption of the azure column of energy.

This is its Divine Temple!

"With the help of my uncle, those few intruders in my domain must have beco dried corpses by now..."

It smirked sinisterly on the surface, but secretly let out a sigh of relief in its heart.

Uncle truly lives up to being the closest to an "Enslaving God" in the clan.

Not only imnsely powerful but also forward-thinking.

If Uncle hadn’t co, it really wouldn’t have been able to handle these few people and might not have survived this ordeal.

It lowered its hand, resting it on the smooth head of the Arhat statue, murmuring quietly:

"Ti waits for no one. Hurry and drain this worldly [false god], leave with Uncle, and join the Mountain Range Divine Master’s command to secure a foothold in the grand expedition."

Calling them false gods would be to elevate these clay sculptures.

To Chi Li, coming from the Cosmic Realm, these gods and Buddhas of the human world are rely "great nutritional cans" wrapped in a layer of aluminum.

Lift the "cover," insert the "straw."

Take a deep breath, full of nourishnt, overwhelming indeed!

"Once I have absorbed this bald false god’s powers, I will surely break into the fourth rank, taking a solid step toward the fifth rank!"

What is ant by rank?

The advancent from rank one to rank seven is the "cultivation system" in the vast world of the Cosmic Realm, distinguished from the divine lineage.

[Demigod] The direct descendants of gods are inherently above the seventh rank as [Enslaving Gods].

And even those "distantly related," with thin divine blood flowing within, are not ordinary beings.

Without cultivation, they reach five ranks upon reaching adulthood.

Even in the vast expanse of the Cosmic Realm, they are renowned strongn.

If they participate in an expedition to conquer other worlds.

They can beco "Expedition Army Marshals" who command a region.

Just like in this world, it is what humans call the "Celestial Demon Marshal."

To beco a fifth-rank marshal, or even a sixth-rank grand marshal soon.

Or like his uncle, an Expeditionary Army Marshal who works for the Divine Master!

Render outstanding feats for the Celestial True God!

It has its own ambitions; who doesn’t want to beco a god!

If not a god, one is always constrained by the limits of life.

Only by achieving the body of an Enslaving God can one truly beco a player in this grand cosmic expedition instead of just a pawn.

In this universe-encompassing grand expedition, there are too many opportunities.

Those "cowards" clinging to the Cosmic Realm, never moving, will never attain greatness!

Especially for him, blessed by Uncle’s favor, he cos to this opportunity-filled blue planet.

Starting with a territory, far ahead, and having Uncle provide this great supplent for accelerated growth.

Having just arrived not long ago, he’s about to break through the three-rank barrier, advancing to the fourth rank.

Those of the sa clan going to other planets surely don’t have such good fortune.

Thinking of this, Chi Li beca even more cautious.

He is naturally suspicious, never reckless.

Having landed with a perfect start, he must be careful and cautious.

"The domain of Uncle’s Split Soul still traps those people’s bodies, but likely won’t hold for long.

If ti drags on, human powerhouses will surely co searching, must hurry..."

He closed his eyes once more, fully refining the Arhat Magic Power he "stole."

In the great hall of the Divine Temple, as the verdant Dragon Subduing Arhat’s magical power gradually depleted, the light dimd even more.

Just about to give orders to have the servants deliver another wave of magical power.

His expression changed as he suddenly sensed a wave of energy fluctuations.