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Chapter 4123: Mad Monk (Part 3)

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This also forms a whole, a world—the world in the eyes of one who opens the Nine Palaces!

The Three Realms·Secular World, this sea of suffering Buddha land, this nascent divine palace, this world both equivalent to Shengshen Continent and yet surpassing it.

After the Nine Palaces open, it is the world in the eyes of The Divine that finds the more precise self.

Every direction, every node, is as if understanding one’s own physique’s acupuncture points, meridians, and flesh, all thoroughly mastered.

"Come."

A surge from the sea of suffering, the power of the divine palace ripples.

In the distant Northern Region, relying only on a fetal mother coffin, the Demon Ancestor who still cannot break the power of the Three Realms finds it increasingly difficult to advance.

It seems that He truly sank in, as the waves of the sea of suffering swept back, clearly with the sword tower so close, yet He was swept further away.

With one step, He was swept into the North Sea.

With another step, He was again swept back into the Ghost Buddha Realm, almost approaching The Divine.

"The Nine Palace Plane War, one of the ancient martial arts techniques, finds the positioning of world and self, without needing to move oneself, one can transport people before oneself by shifting the Eight Trigram positions, to deliver a face-to-face beating..."

After Liu Guifen exchanged for the information on this move of The Divine, the hairs on his neck stood up.

This, this, this...

This "face-to-face beating" is truly spiritual.

Simple and brutal, does it not mean that if one cannot transcend the Three Realms The Divine, nor see through space and time, no one can escape?

"Break!"

The fetal mother coffin also seemed to realize the situation had become slightly more severe, no longer daring to simply run.

Within the demon coffin, an enormous eruption of devilish energy almost swept across the entire sky above the North Sea, pushing up in an outburst.

He wants to blow apart this nascent divine palace, open a corner of the sea of suffering, and let himself out.

But with the Nine Palaces open, space is anchored.

The world within can be found and various potential released.

The world outside, is it not the same principle, just need "to view the world as self, to place the world as the body".

The path of ancient martial arts is clearly discerned in the heart of The Divine.

"Eight Doors!"

A thunderous explosion resounded.

This time it was not the acupoints of The Divine shining brilliantly, but in the sea of suffering, eight acupoints opened, forming eight golden gates reaching the sky.

"These gates..."

The pupils of the cultivators of the five regions shook, how do they resemble the Mystical Gate in the Path of the Ancient Swordsman?

The sea of suffering sets the Nine Palaces, the trigram positions derive the Eight Doors.

Rest, Birth, Injury, Obstacle, View, Death, Shock, and Open, the eight golden gates as tall as mountains, as massive as mountains, subdue the devilish energy.

They stabilize the nascent divine palace firmly and separate the devilish energy outside the fetal mother coffin, preventing formation of techniques.

"Something’s wrong!"

The Demon Ancestor in the coffin can no longer remain calm.

The situation seems to be more than slightly out of control?

"Seven Constellations!"

The voice as if urging the god of death sounded again.

If the outer world is seen as a body, the acupoints of the Eight Doors open in the sea of suffering, it means opening the body’s potential beneath the surface flesh.

When the seven stars representing deep flesh brightened above the high sky of the sea of suffering, it implies the true power of the ancient martial arts’ Seven Constellations has been guided into this nascent divine palace of the Three Realms·Secular World.

"Tianji, Tianquan, Tianxuan, Tianji, Yuheng, Sun Opening, Fluctuating Ray..."

Liu Guifen looked up at the starry sky, full of shock.

In the face of this true ancient martial art where the world is body and the Seven Constellations light up, the Eight Doors, and Seven Constellations he exchanged with contribution points seem like watered-down fake wine.

"Ancient martial arts..."

"This, this is ancient martial arts, right?"

In the deep mountains outside the Nanli Realm, the Chief of Combat Division Fangfang and Elemental Divine Envoy Zhong Yuanzi simultaneously turned heads to look back.

Behind them was a paralyzed person, who once forcibly opened the Beast Path in the Four Symbols Secret Realm and was physically ruined despite the Yue Gongli elixir’s cure, Wang Dachui.

"So beautiful..."

The vastness of the Eight Doors and the brilliance of the Seven Constellations reflected in his eyes.

The Chief of the Physical Division Wang Dachui, who pursued the Dao all his life but never attained it, also saw light in his eyes, his heart yearning.

"Indeed, this, this is ancient martial arts..."

Until this moment, he realized the Physical Division is a joke, and the joke made by himself as the Chief of the Physical Division.

Once during the War of the Ten High Nobles, he was defeated by these people, yet managed to become the Chief of the Six Divisions.

He thought both sides were only half a step apart.

The tides of time receded, revealing a vast difference, a world of disparity, like clouds to mud!

Why, though practicing ancient martial arts, the talent is the same, not weak.

Exhausting his life’s energy, why could Wang Dachui not catch up to the Dao or see the backs of The Divine?

"Way of the Heavens, how unfair it is?"

...

Eight Doors, Seven Constellations open.

From the Sea of Suffering, power takes root, from the stars, a force binds.

Three realms · Red Dust, no longer a rootless fledgling divine palace, but stable like a mature Ancestor God Divine Court.

But still, something is missing!

Missing is the Dao that an Ancestor God Realm should possess!

And The Divine, can he achieve this, does he have such a profound understanding of the three realms...

"Six Paths!"

The decisive voice cut off all illusions.

In the Red Dust World, the Way of Heaven, Human Realm Dao, Hell Path, Way of Asura, Hungry Ghost Path, Beast Path; the six paths claim a system.

Since then, the interplay of the Six Paths and the Three Realms, the divine palace has come into form!

"Even Bazhun’an couldn’t comprehend the divine palace..."

Not only the Demon Ancestor in the coffin was bewildered, but the warming Evil Yin Consciousness due to the technique’s mutation, the Medicine Ancestor who is returning to zero in the Mournful Emperor realm.

Anyone who had been linked to the five regions’ battlefield was stunned.

Who exactly is The Divine?

A seemingly ordinary mortal, using the three realms of You Yuan to cultivate, not yet an Ancestor God, yet establishing a divine palace?

It’s known that Hua Changdeng achieved Godhood and Ancestor status, for he sacrificed the rootless Phantom Beast after first absorbing the Ghost Ancestor’s divine palace Yin Cao!

"Among the Ten Ancestors, is there anyone comparable to The Divine’s stature?"

The Demon Ancestor was bewildered for just a moment, and the Primordial Mother Coffin was already being pushed forward by the tides of the Sea of Suffering, arriving before The Divine.

"Amitabha."

The Divine finished chanting the Buddha’s name, his forehead’s vermillion concealed, the Buddhist light in his eyes diminished.

At this moment, only the ancient martial self, I reign supreme!

He raised the Overlord in his hand, channeling the divine palace’s power of the shattered Three Realms · Red Dust into the tip of the Overlord Stick.

The outer Eight Doors, Seven Constellations, Six Paths echo the inner Eight Doors, Seven Constellations, Six Paths, interconnected, resonating with each other.

"The Buddha won’t save you, I will."

The Divine’s steps were ethereal as he moved forward, a stick descended from the sky, swishing down swiftly.

The Eight Doors, Seven Constellations, Six Paths of the Sea of Suffering shattered, the Three Realms · Red Dust crumbled, visualizing in the hearts of the five regions’ cultivators a wrathful Vajra holding a stick to break the path.

"Overlord Style · Shattered Stars!"

Whirr...

The golden wave of force swept across the coffin lid, instantly pushing past the five regions’ skies.

Everyone returned from the Sea of Suffering imagery, restored to their true selves from the divine palace, yet beneath the Overlord Stick, the Primordial Mother Coffin spasmed at high frequency.

The layers of power crumbled downwards and outwards, the pattern and diagram of the entire demon coffin twisted, resembling a convulsed ghost face, with layers of skin and flesh brushing away.

This time, it lasted only an instant...

"Crack!"

The sacred weapon forged from the Primordial Mother Stone and Primordial Purple Mist cracked with a visible large mouth on the coffin lid.

The restriction, broken!

"Boom!"

Above the North Sea, a monstrous wave exploded across the sky.

As if a Kun Peng emerged from the clouds, pushing the sea waves aside, revealing the cold stars and iron stones beneath the deep sea.

"Impossible!"

Finally, the Demon Ancestor in the coffin exclaimed, but quickly coughed into silence as if out of breath.

The Primordial Mother Coffin, cracked?

This was a divine object meant for the Zero Ancestor God!

"The Divine!"

"A mere brat dares to humiliate me so, should..."

Bang!

The Divine swung the stick down, the stick figure swept behind him, another blow swept through the army.

With the power of the Three Realms added, not aiming to smash the Primordial Mother Coffin, just striking at the junction of the lid and body, sending the coffin lid flying skyward.

The Primordial Mother Coffin froze mid-air.

The Demon Ancestor’s voice was abruptly silenced.

Everyone in the five regions turned their eyes upward, inside revealing a full-bodied physique clothed in Devil Veins, with fanged forehead — a humanoid Ancestor God’s Body.

It stared with hollow eyes leaking demonic liquid, incredulously at the person before the opened coffin, as if its veil of secrecy was lifted, forced to show itself.

Four eyes met.

The entire world, at this moment, was utterly silent.

The lips of the Demon Ancestor’s body trembled slightly, it opened its mouth to speak: "Perhaps..."

Thud!

The Overlord stick sealed the throat with one blow.

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