Chapter 439: Chapter 262: Thousand Hands, Thousand Eyes—Master Will Take Care of You

After reading the "Wugou Sutra" and seeing Pimo King, Bai Qi felt his eyebrows twitching wildly, his divine soul greatly shaken.

His thoughts, like embryos, rapidly swelled, eager to break out of their shells.

The powerful qi and blood within his body surged like rivers, rushing upwards to his head.

His entire skull seemed to crack open, the throbbing veins on his temple pounding violently.

"Having too much foundation and capital isn’t always a good thing."

Facing such a sudden change, Bai Qi remained calm and composed, random thoughts flashing through his mind.

In the Second Realm of Dao Skill, progressing to the end is akin to a hundred-day embryo nurturing.

During this time, qi and blood nourish the divine soul, strengthening it, while also tightening the placenta, faintly transforming into a constraint.

"Without this external force from the Four Reversals Sect, I estimate it would still take ten more days to half a month, maybe even longer."

Bai Qi took a deep breath and activated "Flood Dragon Subjugating Yellow Springs Sutra."

The vast heart sea burst into radiance, illuminating inside and outside his flesh shell, capturing and refining that wisp of my true spiritual light.

With the fierce washing of qi and blood power, the divine soul embryo filled to an unparalleled extent, emitting a cracking sound, as though the clay and wood statues in a temple gradually radiate bright luster.

Chen Xing, secretly observing from afar, showed a look of surprise:

"He’s already at the Third Realm of Dao Skill, earlier than breaking through the Water and Fire Immortal Robe?"

Chen Yin’s tone turned serious, a stark change from before:

"The ’Wugou Sutra’ bestowed by Pimo King is a top-tier method for cultivating the divine soul, abandoning the body to seek purity, transforming all things to give birth to true spirit.

Breaking through at this time, for your disciple’s grandchild, might have more harm than benefit."

Chen Xing frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled:

"What do you mean by this?"

Chen Yin responded solemnly:

"In the Four Reversals Sect, everyone who worships Pimo King abandons the body, treating it as mere clothing, ever-changing and ready to discard.

The ’Wugou Sutra’ is called the first method for attaining the Ghost Immortal primarily because of this.

Ordinary people practicing Dao need to first visualize and enter meditation, sitting still to preserve the spirit, but this step is often difficult to pass.

Why is that? Everyone has seven emotions and six desires, a restless mind hard to calm, unable to be as undisturbed and pure.

Take a simple example: if you feel dizzy and swollen, feverish, how can you visualize? If mosquito bites cause pain and itch, how can you meditate?

The various sensations of the flesh body often most easily affect the soul and thoughts."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xing seemed to understand, a change in his expression was inevitable.

"You’re right, the essence of the ’Wugou Sutra’ is in one word: ’abandon.’ To achieve pure transparency of soul thoughts, simply discard this ’vulgar flesh shell.’

And the method of ’abandon’ is ’transform.’

Qi, blood, skin, flesh, bone marrow, body shell... all are thoroughly transformed, poured into heart and spirit."

Chen Yin, hands behind his back, stood on the Spirit Platform, his eyes focused on Bai Qi who was solely breaking through:

"Chen Xing, your disciple’s grandchild has changed blood ten times, steadily achieving the perfection of Golden Flesh and Jade Veins, and surely will win Mercury Blood Silver Marrow.

His flesh shell is not even inferior to that of a Martial Artist who has refined internal organs.

Think about it, if the ’Wugou Sutra’ transforms it away, wouldn’t all martial arts cultivation be in vain?"

Chen Xing’s expression was slightly somber, with a tinge of worry, pondering whether he should forcibly intervene and interrupt Bai Qi:

"Old Chen, why didn’t you say so earlier?"

Chen Yin was also helpless:

"I was just knocked out by you earlier, nowhere near in time!"

Chen Xing snorted coldly, clear as a mirror in his heart, realizing that bastard was probably plotting to have Ah Qi solely focus on Dao cultivation, intentionally delaying.

The hem of his clothes fluttered, this Chi Yang Sect Leader stepped forward to stop his disciple’s grandchild.

"Hmm! Wait, what technique is your disciple practicing that it can actually suppress the ’Wugou Sutra’? So intriguing!"

Chen Yin was quite surprised.

"I remember it’s a scripture-level technique with some Zen sect flavor."

Chen Xing’s figure abruptly paused, astonishment emerging in his eyes.

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"Break, break, break, break, break——"

Bai Qi’s gaze was firm, shining brightly, the spiritual mountain in the vast heart sea standing thousands of feet tall, suppressing the fierce evil Flood Dragon.

He seemed to wield the spirit like a brush, continually writing the word "break" five times, instantly stabilizing the ever-shifting soul thoughts.

The Pimo King phantom he saw, like a moon in the water, a flower in a mirror, instantly dissipated!

The ’Wugou Sutra’ beneath his feet, incredulous, its stone book cover sprang chaotic words, seemingly incoherent, unable to speak.

"Something’s wrong, very wrong!"

This kid saw Pimo King’s true form with his own eyes, how could he resist the intrusion?

That supreme meaning of Divinity and Buddha sitting on the lotus platform, Pure Land Buddha Country, serene and peaceful.

It’s not just any Second-Training Martial Artist; even a Third-Practice Expert refining internal organs might get ensnared, thus sincerely devoted, reverent and worshipful!

"Unless..."

The ’Wugou Sutra’, pondering deeply, suddenly trembled, seeming both agitated and joyful.

"This kid naturally has Six Roots Pure, untainted by the Six Dusts? Never subdued by Pimo King?"

As the saying goes, the Dao grows an inch, the demon grows a foot.

If the Dao heart can’t suppress the demon thoughts, one is easily drawn by the Turbid Tide, bowing down beneath the divine platform.

But conversely, if the demon thoughts can’t overwhelm the Dao heart, it becomes nourishment for cultivation.

"Pimo King’s favorite potential seedling!"

If not still being stepped on by Bai Qi, the ’Wugou Sutra’ would love to dance with joy, hopping around.

Back then, the Four Guardian Deities used various means together to "enlighten" Kou Daozi of the Meridian Sword Sect.

That unprecedented victory allowed Muscle Bodhisattva, Bone Asura, Pimo King, and Flesh Vajra to simultaneously reach the pinnacle of Divine Techniques.

"The purer and less tainted the Six Roots, once they immerse in the Turbid Tide, worshipping divine spirits, it’s like a gourmet feast in the eyes of a foodie, fought over desperately!"