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Chapter 813: Heaven's Return Body
Chapter 813: Heaven's Return Body
As Chen Chuan finished his sentence, the Moon Cry Hermitage ahead seemed to sense something, and suddenly, a saber, a type of Eastern Continent blade, was horizontally positioned in front.
The next moment, a booming sound like thunder reverberated through the arena.
Hu Kan was in the middle of taking medicine when his hand trembled, almost dropping the pill to the ground. His gaze had been elsewhere, so he couldn't see the situation clearly, only noticing that both figures had disappeared.
Where Chen Chuan had been standing, a large pit appeared, surrounded by concentric circles of outward-spreading cracks. Thin threads of golden-white scorching light seeped into the stone fissures.
Behind the Moon Cry Hermitage was a long, horizontal wall carved with various dragon and snake motifs. But now, a gap as wide as seven or eight meters had been smashed open, and shattered stone fragments exploded outward, scattering across the ground with a clattering sound, some still bouncing and rolling.
And then, from the rear, another series of booming sounds echoed, as if rolling thunder was cracking right next to him. His buttocks and feet vibrated continuously, not just intermittently as before, but in constant tremors, making him almost lose his balance.
"Holy shit..."
Hu Kan was stunned, rubbing his head. He wondered if this new young man was so fierce. Then, he hastily swallowed the medicine, sat for a while, and roared, "Done!"
As he stood up, his body quickly inflated again. Ignoring the armor on the ground, he picked up two large hammers and strode forward.
Meanwhile, with a boom, the Moon Cry Hermitage collided with a smooth stone wall engraved with scriptures. Thin cracks appeared on the wall behind him, and he slid down, his purple-white light flickering.
At this moment, he lifted his eyes and saw Chen Chuan's figure fall with a thud onto the ground ahead. Then, Chen Chuan slowly approached him, but after two steps, he disappeared again.
The Moon Cry Hermitage's eyes widened, but he didn't try to capture the figure with his gaze because it was impossible. In his mind, he could sense a shadow rapidly approaching from the front. The saber in his hand trembled slightly.
In this moment, he didn't move, but a phantom emerged from his body, holding a phantom blade and slashing towards the approaching figure.
A crisp cracking sound echoed in the air as the blade phantom struck the incoming figure with a clapping sound. However, like a collision between glass and a harder object, the blade phantom shattered along with the figure it struck, but it successfully blocked the incoming figure for an instant.
The Moon Cry Hermitage took this opportunity to retreat a step, and this step was enough for him to adjust. Initially, he hadn't expected Chen Chuan's speed to be so fast and his power so immense. Especially as he was still in the rhythm of his previous fight with Hu Kan, he couldn't adjust immediately. If not for his instinctive mental drive to react and squeeze out enough spiritual flame for protection, he might have been carelessly smashed into a pile of pulp by the hammers.
He hadn't expected Dachun to send such a powerful fighter this time. He realized he couldn't remain on the defensive; when Hu Kan recovered, the two of them fighting him alone would have no chance of winning.
After this adjustment, as the phantom shattered, he stepped forward, his saber slashing towards Chen Chuan, who had slightly slowed his charge. At the same time, a dazzling light flashed from the blade.
This light not only emanated from the blade but also radiated from his entire body, accompanied by a buzzing sound and the chanting of sutras.
Instantly, Chen Chuan felt a restraining force coming from all directions, as if to bind his body. These forces were meant to coordinate with the opponent's slashing blade. Seeing the blade's glow approaching, he flashed his eyes without making any attempt to block, but a burst of strength instantly countered.
When the Moon Cry Hermitage slashed with his saber, the purple-white light on his body instantly converged onto the blade, forming an extremely sharp edge with highly concentrated spiritual flame. It effortlessly sliced through the bio-field domain, even cutting into Chen Chuan's outermost layer of white-golden spiritual flame.
Using the hard to conquer the soft, the real to strike the illusory, and the non-existent to enter the gap!
This slash broke through most of Chen Chuan's spiritual flame, and just as it almost touched his skin, it was blocked by a thin yet resilient layer of light, unable to penetrate.
Spiritual Flame, Embrace the One!
The Moon Cry Hermitage sensed something amiss and tried to retreat, but at that moment, Chen Chuan leaned forward, and with a swift move, he encircled the Moon Cry Hermitage's neck with one hand while the other hand gripped his waist. The Moon Cry Hermitage's strength suddenly changed, and he was held horizontally at the waist. His spiritual flame seemed to be extinguished like water poured on a fire, quickly dying down.
At this very moment, the Moon Cry Hermitage was already held horizontally at the waist, and then, with a swift outward spin, taking advantage of the forward momentum, a series of cracking sounds reverberated. His neck, spine, and entire body went limp.
Chen Chuan loosened his grip and tossed the empty shell onto the ground, his eyes narrowing as he observed the lifeless husk lying there.
"The Divine Form..." he muttered.
He nodded, realizing the truth.
The techniques displayed during the previous encounter with the Moon Cry Hermitage had hinted at this, but only now had the true nature been revealed.
If the Divine Form had not been cultivated to an extremely advanced level, reaching a state where one's divine self could replace the gods in the heavens, then the physical body would still be of significant importance. However, once a certain level of mastery was achieved, even if the body were damaged, it wouldn't directly lead to death. If a suitable new body could be found to house the divine self, one could continue to exist in the world, albeit with a less smooth path for further cultivation.
This was far better than being killed on the spot.
A loud rumbling sound came from behind, and Hu Kan rushed over. He stood there, mouth agape, staring at the Moon Cry Hermitage disciple lying on the ground, his spine nearly broken due to the extreme force exerted on him. "Little brother, your strength has truly opened my eyes. In the blink of an eye, you've taken care of him?" he exclaimed in astonishment.
"Not yet," Chen Chuan replied, looking into the distance. "He's practicing the Divine Form, and he should be escaping to find another body right now."
Hu Kan glanced around and said, "Hmm, that's true." He stroked his beard and continued, "I heard that the Tranquil Dawn Pavilion has something called the 'Heavenly Return Body,' which claims to transcend life and death, with the divine self remaining untouched. I never realized it before, but I thought he was practicing the Human Form. What a cunningly, he's quite cunning."
He surveyed the surroundings and said, "I wonder where this old fellow will run off to. Those who cultivate the Divine Form can temporarily attach themselves to anyone willing to offer their body as a vessel. Every believer of the Bright Observation Hall and disciple of the Tranquil Dawn Pavilion on this island could potentially be his vessel. If someone practicing the Divine Form wanted to hide, they could easily blend in and manipulate people like puppets."
"I have a hunch about where he's headed," Chen Chuan said.
Every major ancient pavilion on the distant seas has its own rift, which serves as the foundation of the sect and may also house the bodies left behind by ancestors. It's common knowledge that ordinary bodies are useless to them, unable to accomplish anything and only serving to deplete their spiritual power.
This person is likely to flee to the rift this time.
Although the exact location of the rift is unknown, it should be underground, right in the core area of the pavilion, making it easier to protect and guard.
He shared his thoughts with Hu Kan, who paused for a moment before saying, "The core area? This is the Bright Observation Hall, located in the center of the island, so it should be the core area, right?"
Chen Chuan thought for a moment, then looked up. High above, there was a massive statue carved into the cliff, its features resembling those of the Great Dharmabody Master outside.
"Is that the Great Dharmabody Master?" Chen Chuan asked.
"Yes," Hu Kan replied. "That's a statue carved by his descendants. Quite tall, isn't it? It's windy up there, and I doubt the Great Dharmabody Master would enjoy having his head so exposed. But his disciples like to elevate him, so what can he do?"
"It should be there," Chen Chuan said.
He took a few steps forward, ready to increase his speed, but then paused as if remembering something. He returned to pick up the horseman's blade and, after examining it, thrust it into the wall, leaving only the hilt visible. Then, he continued on his way.
Hu Kan, having followed instinctively when Chen Chuan moved, was about to do the same, but he stopped abruptly, nearly wrenching his waist. As Chen Chuan dashed off again, Hu Kan called out, "Slow down, little brother! Ah, never mind..."
By the time Hu Kan arrived, Chen Chuan had already disappeared from sight. With a sigh, Hu Kan hoisted his giant hammer onto his shoulder and ran after Chen Chuan, the sound of his footsteps echoing loudly.
Despite his massive build, Hu Kan was surprisingly fast. His agility might not be as quick as others, but he soon reached the statue of the Great Dharmabody Master.
Upon arriving, Chen Chuan knew he was in the right place without needing to search. The lotus throne beneath the statue had a distinct residual spiritual power.
Although the Divine Form had abandoned the body, it still existed in a state between existence and nonexistence, a highly condensed manifestation of a fighter's domain and mental power. However, if one hadn't cultivated to a sufficient level, traces of their passage would remain.
Chen Chuan walked around the surrounding candles and approached the statue. As he gently touched it, the spiritual flame on his body flickered, and one of the lotus petals emitted a loud rumble. He pushed the petal inward, revealing a gap large enough for them to pass through.
Stepping inside, he saw a stone-paved path ahead, lined with lit lotus lamps on both sides. Here, he could sense a slight etherealization of his second self, confirming that the rift of the Tranquil Dawn Pavilion was indeed nearby.
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(End of Chapter)
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