All heavens, let's begin with the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Power!

Chapter 4 Buddha's Divine Thoughts? Go tell my divine mark!
"That's right, gods and immortals have existed in the past."

"However, in reality they are just cultivators. Although they have the great power to move mountains and fill seas and traverse the starry sky, they cannot achieve immortality and cannot be considered true immortals or gods."

Yang An answered, his steps steady as he circulated his qi. Although he was taking care of Ye Fan and Pang Bo and didn't go too fast, he was clearly much more relaxed.

In just a short period of time, he has made many new discoveries. It seems that one of the giant elephant particles in his body is resonating with him and is just one stimulus away from awakening.

If successful, it will be a tremendous transformation.

As they continued their journey, at the end of the ruins, an ancient temple came into view. The ancient temple was silent, with its lamps and Buddha statues. Beneath the thick dust, the ancient lamps seemed to remain lit, still swaying and emitting faint light, revealing a mysterious Zen-like atmosphere.

Outside the ancient temple, Bodhi trees stand side by side, swaying in the wind.

A lamp, a Buddha, a temple, a tree—they seem to have existed eternally in this world.

Just by getting close, Ye Fan and the others felt a sense of peace and tranquility, as if enveloped by a Zen-like atmosphere, making them feel as if they were bathed in spring sunshine.

"This is the ruins of the Great Thunderclap Temple," Pang Bo's carefree voice broke the brief silence. He scratched his head and looked around. "I don't really see anything special about it."

"This is a pure Buddhist temple. I apologize for disturbing you." Zhou Yi respectfully put his hands together and bowed.

Others followed suit, including Cade.

"You can explore on your own," Yang An said casually, walking straight towards the withered Bodhi tree.

Although permission had been granted, the others still kept a close eye on Yang An's every move.

Then they saw him reach out and pat the Bodhi tree. It seemed as if a stream of energy appeared in his hand. The entire Bodhi tree was reduced to ashes by his touch, and a few green lights seeped into the dust.

Yang An bent down and took out a Bodhi seed from the dust.

That might be a divine object, or even the most precious thing here.

Everyone saw it clearly, but dared not be greedy. They obediently stepped into the ancient temple to search for other treasures.

"Bodhi seeds? Good stuff!" Yang An held the Bodhi seed, which was engraved with an image of Buddha. Just picking it up cleared his mind, and a sound like Zen chanting surrounded him, as if he had attained enlightenment.

I have a clear understanding of some applications of Qigong, including meridian circulation, strengthening the body, and refining and purifying the body.

After reaching the Qi Gathering Realm in the third stage of Qigong, one progresses to Qi Refining, where one gathers primordial energy and stores it in the Qi Sea. Then comes the Refinement, a process of constant tempering and circulation. With a single thought, one can directly access this energy.

Reaching this level, one possesses astonishing strength and exceptional mastery of various internal energy techniques. Crossing rivers on a single reed and transmitting sound across distances would make one an invincible grandmaster in the world of martial arts.

Even on the bountiful continent, it would take an ordinary person ten years of cultivation to achieve this.

However, with the blessing of Bodhi Seed's wisdom, Yang An changed his mind, and the thunderous elephant hidden within his body trembled again, wisps of its essence fell, true energy gurgled, and the universe circulated naturally.

In an instant, he grasped the profound mystery of 'Qi cultivation'.

"call."

Yang An exhaled, and a burst of energy shot out of thin air, shattering a boulder ten meters away from him.

"Boom!"

The loud noise startled the group exploring inside the Great Thunderclap Temple. They peeked out and, finding it was Yang An who had done it, obediently went back inside to plunder the Buddha's treasures.

"These bodhi seeds are nice; they're mine now." Having broken through to the Qi Refining realm, Yang An was in high spirits and casually stuffed the bodhi seeds into his pocket.

Treasures belong to the virtuous.

The marks of the gods are on him; his virtue is so great that he is more than capable of bearing a Bodhi seed.

As for whether it hindered Ye Fan's early cultivation, Yang An didn't care at all about the trace of Amitabha's divine thought hidden inside the Bodhi Seed.

He had a good impression of Ye Fan, but that didn't mean he had to give in to Ye Fan in everything. He didn't believe that any treasures belonging to Ye Fan should be off-limits, or that he was worried about the future and afraid of disrupting the plot or destiny. Such timid and submissive thoughts simply did not exist in Yang An's mind.

As I said before, journalists who possess the seal of the gods will inevitably be affected.

A kind of glory and spirit belonging to the gods has gradually merged with him, manifested in his every move, and he will not bow down or submit to anything.

Supported by this spirit, Yang An looked at Ye Fan as an equal. Regardless of whether the other party would ascend to the Dao of Sacrifice in the future, or whether the Ruthless Great Emperor was watching this place now, nothing could make him afraid.

Knowing the plot, one worries about the future, becoming timid and hesitant, even if...

Not only does Yang An now look down on them, but he also shook his head before he transmigrated. They weren't human, they were dogs! Slaves who submitted to fate!
You've already time-traveled, why don't you believe in yourself? Believe in your future, that you will achieve great things. I also have a future self! Comparable to the level of a sacrificial priest? Even surpassing it!

Changing fate is nothing special, really!

Time travel means you've strayed into a fate you shouldn't have. If you don't even have that much courage, and don't even dare to dream about it, you might as well just commit suicide!
As for the cause and effect of the Bodhi seed itself, that is even less important.

The Buddha's divine will? Go tell my divine seal!
With a calm expression, Yang An stepped into the Great Thunder Temple.

“Yang An, you’re right. Many of the things here are extraordinary; they are relics of the Buddha, but most of them are broken.” Ye Fan said to him with some regret as he walked in.

At this moment, Ye Fan was carrying an ancient lamp in his left hand, a string of prayer beads in his right hand, and holding half a vajra. That should have originally belonged to Liu Yunzhi, but since the other party was now dead, he probably had no objections in the underworld.

In addition, Ye Fan had half a cassock wrapped around his waist and a ruler stuffed in his pocket, so he was fully equipped from head to toe.

"So many treasures, Yang An, do you want to take a few? I can give you mine." Pang Bo chuckled, not to be outdone, holding a bowl, a fish drum, and a copper bell hanging from it.

They took the most because of their relationship with Yang An; everyone else let them have their way, only taking one item each.

In truth, Ye Fan wasn't driven by greed; he had his own considerations. 'If we loot all the treasures, it might displease Yang An. It's better if I keep them; if he wants them, we can give them to him, thus sparing the other students from suffering.'

However, Ye Fan clearly underestimated Yang An's magnanimity. He didn't care at all, patted Pang Bo on the shoulder, and laughed, "Then your knowledge is lacking. There are two great treasures here that you don't know about."

"There's more treasure? Where?" Pang Bo's eyes lit up; the treasure hunt filled him with genuine joy.

Being able to mingle with Longma, Heihuang, and Duande, collectively known as the Four Dark Emperors of Heaven, Pang Bo was also ruthless and never stingy when it came to treasures.

"Far away, yet right before our eyes." Yang An beckoned, and Ye Fan and Pang Bo looked in that direction.

Yang An pointed to the plaque inscribed with "Da Leiyin Temple" and the dusty Buddha statue. They seemed inconspicuous, but Ye Fan suddenly realized what was going on.

“Indeed, these two items should also possess extraordinary power, capable of protecting the ruined temple.” Ye Fan was becoming somewhat eager to try them out.

Everyone says Pang Bo is ruthless, but no one is as ruthless as the Heavenly Emperor.

Ye Hei, that's not a name for nothing.

(End of this chapter)