Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 2005 Cultivator

This whip of divine thought arrived silently, yet it carried a chilling killing intent capable of tearing apart the soul, completely exceeding Liu Qinghuan's expectations.

In the Three Thousand Realms, those who cultivate Dharma and those who cultivate the body are common.

They absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, condense the golden core and nascent soul, transcend tribulations and ascend to immortality.
Or perhaps one can temper their physical body to become a saint, using a mortal body to withstand heavenly tribulations, shatter stars, and break through the void with their fists; the physical body is the Dao.

However, some people take a different path, practicing heterodox methods, cultivating material things, and so on. The three thousand paths are all different.

Of all the paths to enlightenment, cultivating the divine is undoubtedly the most difficult, without exception.

First, one must have extremely high talent and a naturally strong divine sense to cultivate divinity.

The idea that effort is greater than talent is a lie told by those in power to deceive the foolish, especially in the path of cultivating divinity. A single point of innate, powerful divine sense is far superior to ninety-nine points of someone else's tireless sitting.

Secondly, it requires extremely high comprehension.

The art of cultivating the divine is extremely ethereal and obscure. The difference between understanding and not understanding lies in a single thought. If one understands, one comprehends; if one does not understand, all thoughts cease.

Liu Qinghuan was born with a strong divine sense, and now, in order to control the movement of the escaping demons, he fully released his divine sense, which almost enveloped the entire Thousand Buddha Temple.

Therefore, when the whip came, the outward-emitting divine sense protected the body on its own, and a layer of faint, clear blue light appeared like a protective shield.

"Snapped!"

A deafeningly loud explosion, audible only to the two of them, suddenly erupted from the void.

The man's divine whip was unexpectedly powerful, carrying a violent force capable of crushing everything, and slammed heavily onto the azure light shield.

The seemingly indestructible light shield shattered instantly, turning into countless tiny specks of light that floated in mid-air like fireflies.

However, these points of light did not dissipate. Instead, with a thought from Liu Qinghuan, they rapidly swirled and converged, reforming into a small, violent storm that shredded the sharp whip.

Both Liu Qinghuan and the young monk shuddered simultaneously. The annihilation of their divine senses caused a slight tremor in their souls, making them both somewhat agitated.

Even in just one tentative exchange, both of them realized how formidable the other was.

Liu Qinghuan's gaze narrowed slightly, a flash of blue light appeared between her brows, and a sky full of emerald green suddenly appeared. A tall and slender bamboo stretched out its body, with thousands of bamboo branches that were supple and long, and bamboo leaves layer upon layer, green and dripping.

Seeing this, the young monk opposite him was not to be outdone, and suddenly a long, jet-black blade appeared in front of him.

The black blade was devoid of any luster or embellishment, yet it contained an endless aura of killing intent, its sharpness incomparably chilling.

One was like an elegant and vigorous green bamboo, the other was like a fierce and ancient black blade. The two faced each other, and for a moment neither dared to make a move.

Liu Qinghuan became wary: the Thousand Buddha Temple was actually suppressing a demon with such powerful divine cultivation techniques, whose divine sense had reached the realm of moving from formlessness to form and then to solidification.

This person's strength should not be underestimated, and he seemed not to recognize him. Suddenly, he spoke:

"Fellow Daoist, judging from your attire and demeanor, you are not a person of the Taiming Realm. I have no past grievances or present enmity with you, and I have no desire to pursue the grudge of those bald monks' imprisonment for thousands of years. I only wish to leave now, so could you please show mercy?"

Liu Qinghuan raised an eyebrow and glanced behind her.

Yuanming and the others, like golden Buddhas, sat guard in the magic array. Although demons continued to escape, their numbers had decreased. With Youyan and a few others there, along with the many martial monks from Taiming Realm who came to support them, they were able to hold them off.

In this way, he can focus on fighting the person in front of him without being distracted by anything else.

"I'm sorry! I was entrusted with this task, and I must fulfill my duty."

The young monk's face darkened: "So that means there's absolutely no room for negotiation?"

Before he finished speaking, the black blade in front of him transformed into a bolt of black lightning, instantly piercing through the void as if by teleportation, and slashed straight at Liu Qinghuan's face!
With a thought, Liu Qinghuan conjured thousands of bamboo branches, which danced and intertwined to form an impenetrable bamboo wall in front of him. With a "sizzle," the black blade cut through several layers of bamboo branches with unstoppable force, but the remaining branches clung to it like a persistent leech, tightly binding the blade.

At the same time, countless sharp bamboo leaves poured out like a torrential rain, flying towards the young monk.

"Swish swish~"

A whooshing sound rang out, and the monk snorted coldly as black mist rose from beneath his feet, quickly engulfing his figure.

The bamboo leaves flew in, as if they had entered a vast forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the black blade suddenly trembled, unleashing a terrifying aura that snapped all the bamboo branches that were wrapped around it.

The black blade then spun, sending out sharp blades that shattered the countless bamboo leaves.

Liu Qinghuan's expression was solemn. He closed his eyes slightly and then opened them again, a golden light flashing in his pupils!
Then, the fluttering bamboo leaves were edged with gold, and when the black blade struck again, it made a sharp clanging sound, no longer able to cut easily.

Golden spots also appeared on the thick bamboo, and each bamboo branch looked as if it had been showered with golden rain. When it was waved, the golden light shone and shone.

This was the first time Liu Qinghuan had encountered someone whose cultivation techniques were no less than her own. After several rounds, the two were evenly matched.

Liu Qinghuan's green bamboo is ever-growing, breaking apart and growing back endlessly.

The man's black blade was sharp and deadly, each strike causing Liu Qinghuan's soul to ache.

In the heat of the battle, a glint flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, and she ceased her fight.

With a thought, the Heavenly Punishment Whip appeared in his hand.

The Heavenly Punishment Whip, also known as the God-Slaying Whip.

The entire piece is made of primordial purple-gold wood, with an ancient and dark gold color. The whip is three feet and seven inches long, which is in accordance with the number of the Heavenly Dao.

The whip has twenty-one nodes arranged in a staggered pattern, each of which is engraved with four profound and ancient innate Dao talismans. A total of eighty-four talismans flow continuously throughout the body, exuding a vast and majestic heavenly power, which is specifically designed to subdue all kinds of evil spirits, souls, and ghosts in the world.

"Clap clap clap!"

A popping sound rang out, and the Heavenly Punishment Whip opened section by section, bursting forth with a flash of golden light!

With a single lash, the black blade was deflected, and the whip, ignoring the physical body's obstruction and the unfathomable depths of the black mist, struck the young monk's soul with unparalleled divine might.

"what--!"

A bloodcurdling scream escaped from the young monk's mouth.

The black mist that had enveloped his body was completely drawn away, revealing a face that was convulsing violently, with black blood seeping from his seven orifices.

The Heavenly Punishment Whip coiled around the young monk, binding him and slowly pulling him out, forcibly dragging a twisted and hideous black shadow out of the young monk's body.

The dark figure, bound by the Heavenly Punishment Whip, thrashed about and struggled desperately, only to have golden lightning bolts explode around it, nearly scattering it. It quickly focused its mind and body back together.

Liu Qinghuan was startled and looked closely.

The opponent's primordial spirit body was extremely tall and robust, two heads taller than an ordinary person, with a physique as strong as if it were cast from Vajra, with bulging muscles and full of explosive power.

Its eyes burned with eerie, emerald-green flames, its fangs protruded from its mouth, and its body exuded a dense, ferocious aura that was almost tangible, inspiring fear in all who beheld it.

"The primordial spirit manifests as a physical form!"