Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

263: Chapter 263 A Powerful Enemy Attacks from Mount Ling!In the west of the Immortal Realm, Spirit Mountain, Great Leiyin Temple.

Buddha Datongguang sat on a lotus platform, preaching the scriptures to the Bodhisattvas and Arhats below.

Sanskrit chanting curled in the air, heavenly flowers fell in profusion; it was a scene of peace and harmony.

That Sanskrit chanting was no ordinary sound; every note transformed into golden Sanskrit characters, circling in mid-air for a moment before gently descending into the crowns of the seated Bodhisattvas and Arhats.

When the heavenly flowers fell, the petals dissolved upon touching the ground, giving rise to wisps of sandalwood incense; the warm fragrance soothed the three thousand Awakened-Heart Monks in the hall, smoothing their brows.

Some who had just escaped Reincarnation and newly attained the Arhat fruit-position listened with intoxicated souls, unconscious smiles playing on their lips, as if they had already seen the Western Paradise within the scriptures.

Suddenly, one of the Bodhisattvas in the assembly frowned, his expression changing slightly.

It was Hehuan Bodhisattva.

The premonition came abruptly, like a needle suddenly stabbing into the center of his brow.

Hehuan Bodhisattva’s eyes, originally half-closed, snapped open; a Master-Disciple Heart-Seal connected him to Pratyekabuddha Huanxi, but now that end of the seal was empty.

Not even a trace of a remnant soul could be sensed, as if he had been completely annihilated, with not even the Buddha Kingdom able to receive him.

Hehuan Bodhisattva immediately rose and pressed his palms together, saying, ”My Buddha, Pratyekabuddha Huanxi under my tutelage seems to have been annihilated for some unknown reason.”

Hearing this, the Buddhas and Arhats in the hall began to buzz with discussion.

An Arhat whispered to those around him, ”How could one with the Pratyekabuddha fruit-position perish so silently?”

A Bodhisattva nearby shook his head. ”The heavenly secrets are obscured. I just tried to calculate, but felt only a patch of Chaos.”

Another Vajra glared and said, ”Could it be the remnants of the Demonic Path causing trouble?”

Before he could finish, an old monk beside him pressed down on his arm, signaling him not to speak recklessly.

At this moment, Buddha Datongguang stopped his preaching, his voice like a temple bell coming to an abrupt halt.

He raised a hand, and soft Buddha-light overflowed from his palm, gently covering the restless Buddhist assembly below as he said warmly, ”Be at peace, everyone. Do not be alarmed.”

As his voice fell, a wisp of golden light condensed at the Buddha’s fingertip; his eyes closed slightly as he pinched his fingers, concentrating on a calculation.

Although Pratyekabuddha Huanxi was not a powerhouse of the Bodhisattva fruit-position, he was still one who had attained Pratyekabuddhayana; his sudden annihilation without a trace was no ordinary matter.

Furthermore, he had been following the Buddha’s decree to go to a Mortal Realm to collect a treasure.

However, before he could deduce anything, a streak of white light tore through the sky outside Spirit Mountain.

The arrival of that white light caused the three thousand Bodhi trees across Spirit Mountain to sway simultaneously without wind, their leaves clashing like shattering jade.

It also caused the eighty-one copper bells hanging from the eaves of the Great Leiyin Temple to ring in unison.

The Protector Vajra at the mountain gate tried to step forward but was blinded by the radiance, fine cracks appearing on his golden body.

As the white light gradually dissipated, a white-clad figure stood suspended in the air, her Aura as deep as an abyss and as heavy as a prison, silencing all the Spirit birds and Spirit Beasts across Spirit Mountain.

Buddha Datongguang’s expression changed drastically.

Immortal Venerable Chenyue.

Why has this personage come?

Thoughts raced through his mind: The Buddhist sect has no connection with her, no old grudges or recent enmity; what is she doing here?

Could she have killed Pratyekabuddha Huanxi?

But how could a mere Pratyekabuddha provoke an Immortal Emperor?

Before Buddha Datongguang could even ask, Immortal Venerable Chenyue raised her hand and struck toward Spirit Mountain with a palm.

No nonsense, no challenge, not even a prelude demanding Datongguang come out to meet her.

She simply attacked.

A streak of white light poured from her palm, transforming into a giant hand that blotted out the sky, striking down toward the main gate of the Great Leiyin Temple.

Boom!

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Supreme Creation Daluo Grotto-Heaven, the summit of Mount Buzhou.

Sun rose and moon set, stars shifted and constellations turned; Gu Yan’s sermon and teaching this time lasted a total of eighty-one days.

During those eighty-one days, he sat at the summit, starting from the Hunyuan One Qi Dao Scripture, preaching from the Qi Refining First Level all the way to the ninth level of Golden Immortal, explaining Foundation methods, Mystical Arts, divine abilities, and the true meaning of the Sword Dao in detail, without withholding anything.

Below the summit of Mount Buzhou, that massive stone monument that blotted out the sun also changed in synchronization with Gu Yan’s sermon.

The characters on the monument flowed of their own accord; the Cultivation Technique that originally only recorded up to the Heavenly Immortal chapter was now completed through the Golden Immortal chapter.

Every word and sentence was the true meaning of the Great Dao.

This Cultivation Technique was not only suitable for the Human Race without Spiritual Roots but also for all living beings.

Plants, Essence Spirits, birds, beasts, and even rocks and flowing water—as long as they had developed intelligence and had a desire in their hearts, they could comprehend a method suitable for themselves upon seeing this stone monument.

Regardless of origin or background.

This was Gu Yan’s handiwork.

On the eighty-first day, Gu Yan finished the last sentence and fell silent.

The summit was silent for a moment, and then all living beings bowed their heads in unison: ”We respectfully see off the Dao Lord.”

Gu Yan nodded slightly, rose, and took a step forward, his figure dissipating.

The moment he left, the stone monument at the summit of Mount Buzhou brightened for an instant, the characters on it flowing like a galaxy, as if in a silent farewell.

A wind blew through the mountains, brushing against the robes of all living beings.

When Gu Yan’s figure reappeared, he was already within the Hall of Longevity.

The world had sublimated, the grotto-heaven had upgraded, and the entire heavenly palace had undergone earth-shaking changes.

And the Hall of Longevity where Gu Yan resided had uniquely transformed into a Layer of Heaven.

Not a metaphor, but a Layer of Heaven in the literal sense.

The palace was surrounded by layers upon layers of clouds, mist, and starlight.

Looking from afar, it was like a heaven beyond heaven, a world beyond the world.