With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 680 - 569: Sinking Boat Subdues Dragon, Transcending

Demon Seed True Qi might be worth a try, but he didn’t hold much hope for its effectiveness.

Because... the source of this black tentacle ca from there, as Chi Li had just muttered to himself in the hall.

ng Chuan understood everything.

His clan uncle, the one wearing the guise of the Celestial King, had asked for it on his behalf.

From whom did he ask?

His clan uncle ca from the Taihang, swore allegiance to a famous Great Demon, and evidently, it was the whispers of the mountains...

Therefore, looking at the tentacles hanging lifelessly within the hall, he had no inclination to help...

If he accidentally alerted the one in Taihang, bringing trouble upon himself, it truly would be a calamity out of nowhere.

"Leave early, this place cannot be stayed in for long..."

In a fleeting thought, ng Chuan set the tone for this journey to the Magical Realm.

Looking around again, he knew where he was.

This place, isn’t it Shaolin Temple’s [Arhat Hall] on the mountain...

Only, it’s a broken version...

Broken glazed tiles, decayed beams slanted into the brick floor.

More than half of the twelve coiling dragon pillars had collapsed, the remaining column bodies were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, teetering precariously.

His gaze turned back to the upper position, a statue of a high-soaring dragon with the dragon’s head severed, glowing with dim erald embers.

[Dragon-Subduing Arhat] sat cross-legged three inches in front of the high-soaring dragon.

Both arms shoulder-length broken, a sight so miserable, even ng Chuan couldn’t help but sigh...

Scanning around with his senses once more, they did not extend far before touching a void.

Dragon-Subduing Arhat’s magical realm was not only on the brink of collapse but also rely "palm-sized".

Possibly, its original mana was limited, causing the residing magical realm to be similarly narrow.

Moreover, being continuously siphoned by Chi Li, it turned out this way...

ng Chuan speculated that its magical realm was initially in what the Buddhist Sect calls the [Saha World].

The Saha World, including the [Northern Continent] among the four major continents, collectively forged the Buddha’s magical realm.

Latterly, instantaneously corroded and severed by the owner of this black tentacle.

The dinsions of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat magical realm... severed from the Saha World.

Only thus could he see the void around.

This makes sense...

These magical realms of the Buddhist Sect were originally all connected, forming the imnsely broad Saha World of the Buddha.

Guarding the central Suru Divine Mountain, the dwelling place of the Buddha.

Analyzing in this way...

The Northern Continent guarded by the Celestial King was also severed in dinsion by the owner of this black tentacle, losing defense.

The Celestial King left alone, completely demonized.

As for why the Buddha did not intervene, or could not intervene, ng Chuan no longer pondered.

He never believed that the Incense Fire Immortals and Buddhas could stand against the ultimate darkness like the whispers of the mountains.

At the sa ti, this was also a fact.

If the myriad gods and Buddhas in the human world could resist, they wouldn’t be in such a difficult situation now...

Thus, it could be seen how powerful the whispers of the mountains were, could the Great Celestial Celebration really subdue this demon...

If the sky were to fall, there would be taller ones to hold it up, ng Chuan did not worry aimlessly, instead, he approached the Arhat.

He had been here for a while, having been called in and now being ignored, so he needed to inquire a little.

The sooner he could return, he always felt those tentacles overhead were eerie...

Don’t suddenly co alive and drag him to Taihang Mountain...

"Crows’ beaks... phew phew phew!"

ng Chuan murmured to himself, standing firm before the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, suddenly receiving a stream of Divine Thought.

Oh...

He understood, it wasn’t that the other party was ignoring him.

But was drained, even speaking was particularly difficult...

ng Chuan sat cross-legged in front of the Arhat, his heart spirit trembled, a voice majestic yet sowhat weak echoed in his mind:

"It’s not that this poor monk is negligent, this poor monk has been deeply eroded, the incense fire has long been exhausted..."

ng Chuan nodded, expressing understanding.

He could sense that its remaining mana was ebbing away like sand through an hourglass.

With each breath that maintained the manifestation of the magical realm, those dim erald flas extinguished a little.

On the shattered frescoes, the reliefs were gradually weathering away.

This magical realm... is enough!

As long as it could trap Fang Jianxing for a mont, his corporeal form would only be a matter of a punch...

Previously, the True Martial Emperor had said that maintaining the magical realm for non-believers to enter would continuously consu Incense Fire Divine Power.

In this aspect, Dragon-Subduing Arhat was already impoverished.

ng Chuan did not beat around the bush, he straightforwardly said:

"Venerable one, I need you to help with a small favor."