The Rebirth of an Immortal Cultivator
Chapter 382: The Small World: The Golden Boxing Sect
They had already arrived at the top of the mountain which felt extremely cold, and there was a calming aura due to the singing of the practitioners inside the temple.
The peak here looks simple, there is only one bronze Buddha statue sitting on the platform and one small temple that can fit several tens of people. It seemed, the peak could not be entered by just anyone after the Spiritual Awakening, but in the middle or the mule of Mount Emei Shan was a free room.
Mo Lian nodded her head upon hearing the chant of the spell. "You take the right path. Although in cultivation there is no right or wrong, everything is allowed. But, I won't stay silent if you turn to Demon Buddhist."
Lan Hong, is the name of a middle-aged man. When she heard what Mo Lian said, her body shuddered, but on the other hand heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.
Mo Lian unleashed a bit of her strength, making Mount Emei Shan shake.
The chanting of mantras within the temple stopped, and an orange glow flew out from the temple.
When the light dimmed and landed, it was seen that an old man with no hair was slightly bent, had a beard that was aligned up to the collarbone. He wears a dull-looking Angarkha Buddha, covered in a light brown robe.
The old man slightly bowed his body. "Greetings, Lord Mo. What is the need for this Old Monk?"
Mo Lian smiled, pleased that the old man in front of her was acting mediocre. Sometimes, being too strong was also troublesome, as it was very difficult to find an opponent to chat with, and even if there was, they would lower their heads—avoiding the look in his eyes.
"Maybe you already know this, the Spiritual Awakening brings blessings and calamities. If you have broken through to the Red God, you will know that Emei Shan Mountain is very rich. There is a dimensional space here, which seems to be used to hide the disciples during the Golden Age."
As he said so, Mo Lian walked to the edge of a tall cliff that looked mediocre, but from her eyes, it had a vast mist beneath it that hid the Little World.
"Initially, I would open the Little World here and take it all. But, because this Little World was abandoned by your Ancestors." Mo Lian looked back, looking at the Old Monk. "I take only a few, and all his inheritance will be yours."
The Old Monk who was originally calm, his body stiffened and his eyes opened full of shock. With quivering lips, he said bitterly, "Be-Right? Ji-If you can open it .. ba- even if you take everything ... We don't mind it."
What the Old Monk wanted was not resources or inheritance, but the truth about everything he had researched.
Mo Lian shook her head. "I'm just taking a little, but if there's nothing interesting, I'm not taking it."
If this didn't belong to anyone, he would have taken it all away without a care. But, it was better to give it to a suitable person, so that the Huaxia Empire could grow stronger.
It's not good to be too greedy.
Mo Lian stood on the edge of the cliff with both hands behind, looking at the white mist that faintly had a golden light flying by. "If Old Monk still has the Golden Core together, I'll bring him in."
The Old Monk smiled awkwardly as he replied, "Very unfortunate, the Emei Temple has no other Golden Core. Even after the Spiritual Awakening, this Old Monk could only reach the Intermediate stage Golden Core."
Mo Lian was silent for a moment with her eyes closed. Although he had never practiced the Buddhist cultivation technique, he had a few moments attend the auction in his previous life, and bought it to waste money.
Mo Lian opened her eyes again after obtaining the appropriate technique, then turned to look at Old Monk. "I have a cultivation technique from the Central Galaxy. The Golden Soul Power there was like rain, it could be found anywhere. With this technique, you can break through the Heavenly Immortal ..."
"You can also throw it away if you don't want to." Mo Lian pointed to the Old Monk's forehead, there was a blue wisp that was the spiritual energy he possessed, with a hint of bronze color.
That energy contained all the knowledge of the Buddhist Cultivation Technique he possessed, some were complete, some were not, and some were divided into dozens of volumes.
The Old Monk gasped as energy entered his head, then he closed his eyes to calm himself down over the shock of the powerful energy. He did not directly practice all the techniques, as the techniques he used were now practiced for hundreds of years.
Then, the Old Monk knew the condition of his own body that it was impossible to practice all the techniques, except to destroy the previous techniques or take the essentials from each technique and perfect his own.
Mo Lian knew the Old Monk's thoughts, and said, "There's a Cultivation Technique, and there's a Cultivation Technique. The Cultivation Technique required absorbing the spiritual energy that was the foundation, and the Cultivation Technique was a technique like defense, attack, footsteps, hands, fists, claws and so on, it could also increase strength. So there's no need to rush to understand it."
"You can use the punching technique to draw in spiritual energy. Not only did it increase Spiritual Strength, but it also increased Physical Strength." Mo Lian continued on before turning around.
Mo Lian raised her right hand slowly, a clean cliff suddenly gave rise to a white mist that was so thick it could not see into it.
The Old Monk who had been standing beside Mo Lian, opened his eyes wide. "Is .... here?" He had often descended before the Spiritual Awakening, but had never found the Little World.
Mo Lin swung her hand vertically down, as if she was cutting with a sharp sword. The swing of his hand made the thick fog in front of him split open, revealing a crack that emitted a golden bronze light.
Then, a blue hand appeared beside the gap, holding its left and right halves, then forcibly opening them.
Bang out!
A loud bang rang out to the point of shaking Mount Emei Shan as the crack ripped even larger, revealing another world with hundreds of mountain peaks each of which emitted a bronze glow.
"It's still well-preserved, unlike Mount Kunlun, or perhaps, this Little World was built after the Golden Age?" Mo Lian pondered. He felt that this place was indeed after the Golden Age, like the dimensional space or other Kunlun Little World he had discovered, but he chose to enter the dimension in the Golden Age.
The Old Monk heard that, and his interest was piqued. "God Mo, does Earth have many secrets?"
Mo Lian nodded and replied, "Yes, I can tell. But, with your current strength, you will lose your mind. In fact, the Heavenly Immortal was still shaken when he saw what the Earth was like."
"Again, if the Earth had no secrets. How can another group that can each destroy a galaxy come here, unless there is a Treasure of Heaven and Earth here."
Old Monk was completely shaken. Never expected that, even during the Dues-Techno raid, he was just helping the surrounding citizens without finding out further.
Mo Lian let the Old Monk, and immediately flew into the Little World of Emei with his wives.
Old Monk, catch his breath, then fly after Mo Lian.
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The Small World Emei
The group of five people had entered a different dimension and landed on the same cliff as Emei Shan, but his gaze had completely changed. Not only were there hundreds of mountain peaks, but many precious trees, herbs everywhere, and small animals that had entered cultivation, despite not yet obtaining Spiritual Awareness.
Mo Lian lowered her head, looking at the striking large gate that was in front of the hundreds of mountains. "Golden Boxing Sect?"
Mo Lian released her Divine Consciousness, but did not sense any human presence other than them.
"There were no humans, maybe they had searched elsewhere and brought all the disciples. But, they also left a legacy for whoever found it."
Mo Lian turned her head to the left looking at the Old Monk. "Don't go too far from me. Although this place is quiet, but there are many defense methods to defend this place. If not careful, those under the Heavenly Immortal would be killed."
"So strong?" The Old Monk widened his eyes. After meeting with Mo Lian, his calm as the Temple Head completely disappeared.
Mo Lian smiled, but did not reply. For a place like this, it certainly must have a defense, even if it was meant to look for an heir. If the heir is unable to deal with all the array formations here, isn't it inappropriate to inherit it?
Mo Lian enveloped the Old Monk and the others with her energy. Then took them flying into the middle of the circle square in the middle of hundreds of mountains, with an area of about 6,400 meters.
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*Connected...