Chapter 85: The Realm of Ten Thousand Spells! The Ten Thousand Spells Map Unleashed!

Chapter 85: The Realm of Ten Thousand Spells! The Ten Thousand Spells Map Unleashed!

"Time's up! Enter the Dao Map!"

The quarter of an hour passed swiftly.

The elder gave a sharp command and waved his sleeve. Instantly, a tremendous wave of energy swept across the entire platform.

Everyone was immediately lifted into the air and plunged into the vast Ten Thousand Spells Map, which blotted out the sky and the sun.

During this transition, those who hadn't formed teams were randomly matched, while those who had already formed teams appeared in adjacent positions within the map.

Su Changqing felt a wave of dizziness. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a completely different world.

A white sky, a black earth.

This world was empty, with only the stark contrast of black and white, devoid of any other colors.

Looking into the distance, the sky and the earth seemed to merge, with black and white alternating, filling the space with an indescribable aura of the Dao.

"This is inside the Ten Thousand Spells Map? What a wondrous world."

Su Changqing's eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. This extraordinary realm, far beyond the mundane, was the very reason he pursued the path of cultivation.

After the initial excitement, he muttered to himself, puzzled, "How am I supposed to comprehend and create new spells? Am I supposed to imagine them out of thin air?"

With this thought, Su Changqing reached out and traced his hand through the air.

A miraculous scene unfolded. The space before him rippled like water, forming gentle waves.

Su Changqing's heart raced as the image of a writing brush appeared in his mind.

In an instant, a familiar brush materialized in the air before him.

"Inside the Ten Thousand Spells Map, I can create objects through imagination and use them to create my own spells?"

Su Changqing's face lit up with surprise. "Can I also imagine myself having a certain level of cultivation?"

Boom!

In the next moment, a powerful aura surged from Su Changqing's body. A warm current flowed through him, coursing through his entire being.

However, this cultivation boost halted at a certain point.

Even so, Su Changqing was elated.

"So, to create new spells, I need to build upon my existing knowledge, think creatively, and invent new techniques."

"Then, can I imagine what it would be like to have mastered a spell I haven't yet?"

Su Changqing closed his eyes and took a step. The black and white world around him transformed instantly.

Buddhist light enveloped the area, golden sand covered the ground, and a majestic spiritual mountain floated in the sky.

Su Changqing ascended step by step, with sacred white lotuses appearing beneath his feet.

The lotuses emitted a divine light, forming an unbreakable barrier around him.

"Is this what it means to walk on lotuses?"

Su Changqing, standing in the sky, looked down at the sea of lotuses, a look of understanding in his eyes.

With another step, the lotuses bloomed, covering the entire world like a vast Buddhist land.

After experimenting with the divine step technique, a radiant mark appeared on Su Changqing's forehead, shining like a star.

Boom!

The world changed again. Countless swords hung in the sky, and a torrent of sword intent permeated the air.

Su Changqing reached out and lightly brushed the air, causing a sword to materialize and be gripped in his hand. He then slashed it horizontally.

Instantly, countless stars flickered in the sky, converging into a massive beam of light that formed a star blade, crashing down.

Su Changqing's steps never faltered. With another step, the sword vanished from his hand, transforming into a massive writing brush.

The world around him instantly became a world filled with the fragrance of books.

"Two years of reading have not brought me the great righteousness. What would it be like to experience the four arts of the immortals with great righteousness?"

Su Changqing murmured softly, his writing brush tracing the air, forming elegant characters.

"Go."

With a gentle tap of his pen, the characters came to life.

"Ao!"

A mighty dragon's roar echoed through the heavens. Golden carp transformed into giant dragons, soaring and dancing, shaking the world.

"This is the Dance of the Carp and Dragon."

Su Changqing mused, his writing brush once again tracing the air.

A painting of a mountain under the moon appeared in the air.

Boom!

The moment the painting solidified, a majestic mountain peak descended from the sky, causing the world to tremble.

This was the realm of the immortal painter!

Su Changqing was completely immersed in this world of imagination, familiarizing himself with all the secret techniques he knew and evolving new spells from them.

Meanwhile, the other prodigies who had entered the Ten Thousand Spells Map were also using their existing knowledge to create new spells.

However, unlike Su Changqing, their worlds were much simpler and more singular.

Those who practice Buddhism find themselves in a land of Buddha, where the air is thick with sacred energy. Those who follow the Dao are surrounded by a world woven with Daoist patterns.

But the world where Su Changqing resides is a unique blend of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Swordsmanship, each taking turns to dominate the landscape.

Su Nan once said, "Only by having a 'cause' can one create a new 'effect.'"

His concern was that Su Changqing had never practiced any cultivation techniques, and without a 'cause,' he wouldn't be able to produce any 'effect.'

What he didn't know was that Su Changqing wasn't lacking a 'cause'; he had too many.

The four arts of the Scholar Immortal, the mystical powers of Buddhism, the sword techniques of Niuniu, and even the imperial patterns that hadn't yet merged with him—each of these, on its own, was a pinnacle achievement in the world.

Now, what Su Changqing needed to do was to derive new techniques from these foundations.

"Can Confucianism, Buddhism, and Swordsmanship be fused?"

After experimenting with all he knew, Su Changqing lay in the void, his eyes glowing with newfound insight.

...

In a world bathed in the light of Buddha,

Wuchen sat in the sky, with a colossal Buddha statue looming behind him, radiating boundless sacred light in all directions.

"Seal rises."

Wuchen pinched a seal with his fingers and smiled, and the Buddha behind him lifted its arm to the heavens.

"Seal falls."

Boom!

The Buddha's palm descended, causing the heavens and earth to tremble, and a massive chasm appeared on the ground.

"Su Changqing."

Wuchen looked at the chasm and smiled, then gazed into the distance and murmured, "What do you have to fight me with?"

...

In the outside world, above the sky,

The Ten Thousand Techniques Diagram stretched across the heavens, surrounded by endless yin and yang energies.

The young geniuses sat in pairs, eyes closed, focusing their minds.

They were immersed in their own worlds, using their imagination to create new techniques.

Their imagination wasn't baseless.

Whenever they performed a secret technique in their world, the yin and yang energies within the Ten Thousand Techniques Diagram would rapidly gather, releasing a dense aura of Dao.

It was clear that the aura surrounding the top geniuses was far stronger than that of the ordinary ones.

This indicated that the techniques they performed or created were exceptionally powerful.

"Do you even let foreigners into your Little Immortal Sect?"

While waiting, Wu Jiuling looked at Wuchen, who was sitting beside Su Changqing, and said, "This little monk doesn't seem to have good intentions."

"Wuchen, the top disciple of the new generation from Spirit Mountain, personally named by Kasyapa."

Su Nan glanced over and said coolly, "These Buddhist people are really bold to come to my Little Immortal Sect."

The moment Wuchen approached Su Changqing, Su Nan had immediately investigated his background.

"Then why are you letting Changqing fight him? Isn't that like sending a lamb to the slaughter?" Wu Jiuling asked in surprise.

"If he wants to die, why would I stop him?"

Su Nan laughed indifferently, then looked down and frowned, saying, "I just want to know why these Buddhist people keep targeting Changqing."

"Until I figure this out, I can't be at ease."

Su Nan had guessed it might be because of the Eight Treasures Compass.

But he couldn't understand why this thing would be so attractive to the Buddhists.

"Do you want Changqing to test him?"

Wu Jiuling shook his head and pointed at Wuchen below, "That little monk has an aura over a hundred zhang tall, denser than the aura around the prince of the Purple Dawn Kingdom. Clearly, the technique he's evolving isn't simple."

"Changqing won't last two moves, let alone test him."

Even among the top geniuses, Wuchen's aura was one of the strongest.

Not to mention Su Changqing, who had never practiced cultivation before; even other top geniuses would struggle against Wuchen.

"Best if he can test him, but if not, losing is fine."

As Su Nan was speaking, his brow furrowed.

Suddenly,

Boom!

In the Ten Thousand Techniques Diagram, the yin and yang energies began to boil, and a large amount of Dao aura rapidly condensed.

Looking from above where Su Changqing sat in meditation,

An endless amount of Dao aura, mixed with yin and yang energies, swirled like a massive vortex, merging into his body.

Su Changqing, sitting with his eyes closed, seemed like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, accepting everything without resistance.

"Damn it!"

Wu Jiuling stopped drinking, eyes wide, and stared at the chaos below, "What the hell is your son doing?"

Su Nan was also stunned, staring blankly at the turbulent Ten Thousand Techniques Diagram.

Was this really what his son, who didn't understand techniques, had created?

(End of Chapter)

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