The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 305 Method of Seizure
Southwest, the Great Snow Mountain, Shambhala, the Buddhist Kingdom.

At this moment, more and more people are gathered in front of the trial steps. Those who have been searching for entry into the Buddhist Kingdom but have been unable to climb the steps have all gathered here, numbering in the hundreds.

Xu Zhu was no longer visible on the steps; they were filled with Kunlun people and demonic monks.

The irritable monk was standing at level sixty-something, with Senior Brother Mu from Kunlun Divine Water Palace right in front of him.

The irritable monk's face turned pale and then red, clearly not because his martial arts skills were lacking, but because his mental state was different, which was why he was stuck here and unable to move forward.

The same was true for Senior Brother Gao Guanmu in front of him. It wasn't that his martial arts skills were hindering him; his eyes were blank, as if he was stuck in some unsolvable problem.

At that moment, the distant sound of bells rang out from the Buddhist realm above. Senior Brother Gao Guanmu's eyes briefly cleared, and he gritted his teeth, muttering to himself, "I will definitely reach the summit!"

Hearing the bell, the irritable monk behind him regained some of his senses and sneered, "When the Bodhi bell rings, Shambhala will soon open. At that time, everyone except those who inherit the Dharma lineage will be thrown out of the Buddhist kingdom. You should stop dreaming."

Senior Brother Gao Guanmu's expression changed. Without saying a word, he took a deep breath and used all his strength to climb another step.

Deep within the Buddhist kingdom, in the azure Great Freedom God King Palace, Zhao Ti sat motionless before the statue, his body seemingly shrouded in a layer of pale blue mist.

Although he appeared to be in a meditative state, everything around him was actually reflected in his mind and heart. Even with his eyes closed, he could clearly perceive everything around him, even more clearly than what he could see with his eyes.

At this moment, countless days and nights had passed since he entered the hall, and the inheritance of the Great Free Heavenly King was nearing its end.

This inheritance is extremely mysterious, transforming into an imprinted seed within the body. All sorts of secret methods and explanations are stored within it, and will not be forgotten or misunderstood.

Even the most obscure words and phrases are understood by the inheritor, who knows how to practice accordingly without any deviation or omission.

The lineage of the Great Free Heaven is intricate and complex. Although Zhao Ti did not know what the lineages of other god-kings were like, he felt that the lineage of this god-king must be more complicated than the others.

This lineage contains cultivation techniques, secret arts, and even supernatural powers.

He hadn't expected that the inheritance was closely related to martial arts. These inheritances also required cultivating the twelve levels of the martial arts, and only by reaching the twelve levels could one begin to practice the inherited techniques.

Even supernatural powers require breaking through the twelve levels and reaching the upper dantian, which is the Taoist so-called Dao Palace Purple Mansion realm, before one can practice and use them.

The lineage of the Great Free Heaven seems to be a path to enlightenment through martial arts. The lineage does not mention other cultivation methods of Taoism and Buddhism, but he had a vague guess about it.

A few days later, the blue mist surrounding Zhao Ti grew thinner and thinner until it disappeared completely, signifying the end of the inheritance.

He sat before the statue, slowly opened his eyes, and began to ponder.

Since my family has already reached the twelfth level of the cultivation realm, we can cultivate the things we inherited right now. But what about those who haven't reached this level, or those who, due to their aptitude and lack of diligence, will never reach it in their lifetime, yet still receive the inheritance? Will they receive the inheritance but find it useless?

Not everyone who ascends the Trial Steps possesses the Twelfth Level Realm; in fact, such a level is extremely rare throughout the entire world, let alone within the Buddhist Kingdom.

He was certain that Xiao Feng and the others would eventually reach the trial stage, but apart from Xiao Feng, who was currently at the bottleneck of the twelfth level, Tong Guan, Duan Yu, and the others were far from reaching it, and it was hard to say whether they would be able to advance in the future.

If that's the case, what's the point of this tradition?
After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Ti couldn't help but think of the great changes in the world. Could these changes make martial arts, cultivating qi, or even Buddhism easier? Like the revival of spiritual energy, cultivation would become easier, and people would be able to cultivate even more. And it wouldn't just be the grasslands; all the birds and beasts in the world, if they met the conditions, would transform into human beings and spirits like Huang Tianbiao.
Since Shambhala has descended and passed on its teachings to others, it cannot be doing something in vain. So this is probably the only explanation.

With the world undergoing great changes, martial arts have become easier to learn and cultivation simpler. Furthermore, it has become possible to cultivate the path of gods and Buddhas and wield supernatural powers!
Zhao Ti stood up from the ground and walked out of the hall. A few breaths later, he stepped out of the temple, and the door behind him closed slowly on its own without anyone touching it.

Unaware while inside the temple, it was only after leaving the shrine that one could hear the melodious sounds of countless Buddhist chants emanating from the main hall behind, drifting far and wide.

Zhao Ti glanced back and saw that the palace had been lit up with lanterns at some point, their light twinkling and creating a lively atmosphere, no longer giving people the feeling of loneliness and desolation it had before.

He pondered to himself, wondering where Mu Wanqing and the others were receiving their lineage and whether it had ended. Although he had completed his own inheritance, such matters varied from person to person, and it was not appropriate to judge others by his own standards.

Zhao Ti wandered aimlessly, intending to look around some more before returning to the Trial Steps to wait. He figured the successor would most likely return to the Trial Steps.

He thought of Xu Zhu, and then of the Lingmen monks, and a doubt arose in his mind. The Lingmen must have a way to seize the inheritance, otherwise they would not have brought Xu Zhu here.

But this inheritance is so solemn, and the process is so strange. So how will the Spirit Gate seize it?

As he walked and pondered, he ventured deeper into the Buddhist realm. There were no longer any temples dedicated to gods or arhats; instead, all he saw were solemn and ancient temples, which must have housed Buddhas or Bodhisattvas.

Most of these halls were lit up, and Buddhist chants could be heard, indicating that these Buddhas or Bodhisattvas were in their positions.

The extremely rare palace was pitch black, unlike the empty palaces of the gods, which were filled with flickering lights.

Zhao Ti pondered repeatedly. Since the Spirit Gate had a way to seize the inheritance, no matter how cruel and ruthless the method, it still meant that there were loopholes in the inheritance of the Buddhist Kingdom.

Since there are vulnerabilities, can you try to find them yourself?
He sensed the inherited mark, like a seed floating within his dantian, and with the slightest thought in his mind, he could perceive everything within this mark.

With this inheritance within their bodies, their aura and other qualities are likely to be different, which the various halls can detect and refuse entry to.

He glanced around and saw a silent palace standing not far away. After thinking for a moment, he walked over and reached out to push open the palace door.

But the door seemed to be welded shut; even when he used eighty percent of his strength, it didn't budge.

Even during the pushing process, it didn't feel like the force was insufficient; in fact, at the end, there was a faint force pushing the palace door outwards, clearly refusing him entry.

As expected, Zhao Ti nodded and continued walking forward.

He walked for a long time, and the surrounding halls became more and more magnificent, but also gradually became sparse, and the distance between each hall began to grow.

Zhao Ti suddenly had a thought and remembered the Illusionary Yin True Qi. Since the inheritance mark existed in his dantian, he wondered if it could be concealed and hidden by the Illusionary Yin True Qi.

He stopped by a mountain and began to circulate the Illusionary Yin Scripture, spreading it layer by layer over the inherited imprint in his dantian.

(End of this chapter)