Chapter 1041: Chapter 666: Projection, Cult, and the Strange Duo Wen Dharma Crown! (3)

Anger decided to give Meng Chuan a chance to soar to the skies.

At that thought, Anger looked towards the small snake pleading on the ground and ruthlessly rejected its request.

Sending the other side away consumes a lot; it’s better to wait until the dimensional gap opens wider.

His split soul also needs to accumulate strength to descend to the human world soon.

At that thought, He issued a command:

"Purgatory warriors above the sixth rank, remain dormant for now. I will soon deploy other personnel to leave the dimensional layers to the human world, cooperate with Demon Mountain to establish the [Purgatory Sect], collect belief and emotions.

Meng Chuan’s matters will also be handed over to the Purgatory Sect to handle, none of you need to worry, just focus on dimensional erosion work."

Anger’s voice was dignified, and the shadows of demons all bowed down.

"We obey the command of the Divine Master!"

...

At the same time, at the battlefield between Meng Chuan and Demon Mountain’s avatar, a figure arrived late.

Yang Huan noticed the unusual aura and came along.

The eye in the center of his brow scanned the heavens and earth, suddenly finding some clues.

Nothing needs to be said about Meng Chuan; he had tried before, unable to be perceived in the future or past.

And his opponent, the same is true.

Both were a mass of indistinct fog, killing each other without resolution...

There was only one possibility, Meng Chuan’s opponent was an avatar of an existence above the seventh rank...

Only by possessing true Dao Principles or Laws can one shield their power characteristics.

At this thought, Yang Huan felt slightly amazed.

He could perceive the intensity of the slaughter in the aura that hadn’t completely dissipated, the damage level breaking twenty thousand, almost reaching thirty thousand!

"This kid actually won across ranks, even without using the archive stone I gave him..."

Defeated, even the avatar of a cosmos deity...

"Is this even human..."

Such thoughts unconsciously surfaced in Yang Huan’s mind.

Beside him, there were a few Martial Arts Venerables carrying out the task along with him.

Seeing his demeanor, they curiously asked:

"Old Yang, how is it? What did your eye see?"

Yang Huan pondered for a moment and said:

"Meng Chuan used the archive stone I gave him, killed the enemy, and is safe."

"That’s good, Xiaomeng is Great Chu’s star of tomorrow; it’s good that he’s safe."

Yang Huan smiled and nodded, calling everyone to leave.

He decided to keep it a secret for the time being that Meng Chuan could kill the avatar of a cosmos deity across ranks to avoid drawing more attention from cosmic forces.

The morning training, in the eyes of those monsters, was nothing more than human internal strife.

No matter how miraculous Meng Chuan’s future performances were, they were considered insignificant to them, vastly different from this matter.

Although there are few Demon Path traitors or internally evil members among Great Chu’s Venerables, they are not absent.

With more and more cosmos deities active in the human world, eventually, a powerful Martial Arts family will succumb to the lure of power and thus fall.

So he thought it better not to publicize the matter.

...

The Platform.

Meng Chuan was unaware of the turmoil he caused in the outside world.

Returning from cultivation in the Red Refining Banner, his Qi Blood rose again, smoothly and comfortably.

Looking at the [Duo Wen Dharma Crown] that Master Bai Bao had always kept for him at the bedside.

He gestured single-handedly, intending to first store it in the magic mirror.

"Eh?"

Meng Chuan tried several times and found he couldn’t store the Dharma Crown, suddenly feeling bewildered.

He scanned inside and out multiple times, finding no issues with the Dharma Crown.

His expression turned doubtful:

"Could it be that there’s a problem with the magic mirror?"

At this thought, Meng Chuan took out other objects from the magic mirror then put them back, everything worked smoothly.

He took out something similar to the Dharma Crown, the core faith object of Master Zhongli, and tried again, everything was normal.

Meng Chuan was puzzled, tried a few more times, everything else was fine except that this Dharma Crown couldn’t be stored...

This matter must have some hidden peculiarity, somewhere beyond sensory reach...

His thoughts flickered:

"Could there be something unusual in the Dharma Realm?"

At this thought, Meng Chuan flipped his hand to take the Mixed Element Pearl Umbrella but after repeated consideration, he abandoned the idea of entering.

Risky things shouldn’t be done...

While pondering, suddenly a deep, slightly aged voice entered his mind, causing Meng Chuan to faintly be startled.

"There is a taste of cosmos demon on this object, be careful..."

The voice quickly dissipated, urgently, as if unable to stay for even a moment longer.

Meng Chuan was somewhat surprised inside, simultaneously guessing whose voice it was while discreetly observing his surroundings.

"It’s not Master Bai Bao’s voice, nor any other high monk..."

What could it be...

Seeing an item on the table, Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, immediately calming down.

When testing the storage function of the magic mirror earlier, the Black Tortoise Statue taken casually was now coincidentally placed beside the Dharma Crown.

Meng Chuan’s expression turned astonished, it was the first time to see such an old entity speak!

The reason the other party made a move, fearing he’d attempt another probing action, was undeniably expending precious force to provide a small hint.

Since the Black Tortoise Great God spoke, that this object has issues.

Meng Chuan immediately got up and left the room.

Stayed far away, waiting for Master Bai Bao to return the next day for discussion.

...

In the Second Midnight Monk Academy, monks come and go as usual, many practicing fist and foot skills at night.

Meng Chuan passed by here, glanced at it.

His aura was sensed by others, attracting attention from many monks.

"The little demon is here again..."

In this place, he and Master Huaiyuan’s fight destroyed the entire Martial Monk Academy; everyone vividly remembers...

Gazing at Meng Chuan’s departing figure, the monks speculated why he came to Shaolin again.

Someone appeared proud-hearted:

"This person came again, surely attracted by the profound martial arts of our Shaolin."

Many secretly nodded in agreement, additionally harboring other thoughts inside:

"Having created divine techniques, Donor Meng has already proven his exceptional potential. Forming positive ties is the tonic for our temple’s growing strength..."

A monk made a gesture of folded hands and suggested other speculations:

"Perhaps coming to seek revenge on Brother Liao Huo? Donor Meng... seems like someone who won’t suffer losses..."

The monks all shook their heads, thinking it impossible.

"Dragon Elephant Master left the temple not long ago, this person came specifically to avoid, how could he challenge?"

"The difference between Three Limits and Four Limits is vast. Last time this person suffered greatly, would he not learn?"

"Amitabha Buddha, hard to say..."

The monks discussed intensely, while Meng Chuan remained unaware of their thoughts, directly stepping into the depths of the Western Saint Hall, borrowing the treasured spot to practice Fist Skill related to the Five Elements.

Twenty thousand per hour, he doesn’t have big money, this little money is not a problem...

...

Practiced fist skills until the next morning.

Meng Chuan precisely triggered enlightenment amidst the dawn, sweeping skill points like a breaking bamboo.

Racing from Great Achievement all the way forward, breaking the limit of an ordinary fist skill again.

Comprehension successfully "added one," feeling very content.

He strolled back to the Platform, only when he sensed Master Bai Bao’s aura did he relax his anxious heart.

Last night he was recalling that the item was brought back by Master Bai Bao from the Taihang battlefield.

Maybe just as the Black Tortoise Great God said, it holds unforeseen anomalies...

Of course, with Master Bai Bao back today, Meng Chuan felt completely relieved.

The hall.

Knowing Meng Chuan likes sitting on chairs when not practicing, Bai Bao removed the meditation mat and brought two solid wood red chairs from elsewhere.

Bai Bao sat on the left, Meng Chuan on the right.

The small table board in the middle had no tea set, only the problematic Duo Wen Dharma Crown was placed.

Meng Chuan, returning immediately, requested the master to check out what on earth was going on with this object.

In the Dharma Realm of the North Ku Lu Continent, there exists the "Little Sumeru Mountain" that greatly assists horizontal training.

Its effect on him could be called "Hard Skills Red Refining Banner, body path cheat device," absolutely no errors can occur.

Bai Bao listened to his story, slightly bent over, picked up the Dharma Crown to investigate in his palm.

Several months in one’s hand, nothing went wrong.

But since [Black Tortoise] spoke...

He carefully examined it with some vigilance, shook his sleeves, seeming to guess something.

A face reflecting Meng Chuan’s expectant gaze, Bai Bao calmly spoke:

"Mostly the Great Demon didn’t die completely, some remaining spirit whispered along the mountain range to destroy the empty spot in the Dharma Realm and hid in.

Feel ashamed, as the old monk repeatedly investigated when obtaining the Dharma Crown but could not detect..."