My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

The monster in the temple had clearly calculated that he had no other choice.

But he had already made up his mind—

"Refine!"

The die is cast; even if it's a dead end, he'll forge his own path to survival.

"roar--!"

The moment he finished speaking, a tiger's roar exploded in his mind, and countless insights into the Tiger Roar Technique flooded into his mind from the book.

The dantian vibrated violently, which then triggered a resonance in the sternum.

The sound waves spread out from the chest cavity, transmitting layer by layer inward, penetrating deep into the bone marrow.

The joints crackled like popping beans, from the spine to the ribs, from the shoulder blades to the leg bones...

Every bone was rearranged and compressed amidst the tiger-roar-like tremors.

He could clearly feel that his bones were rapidly becoming denser and harder.

The body, which had been somewhat strained due to its muscular build, regained its stability and solidity amidst this shock.

After a while, he came to his senses and looked at the scroll in front of him:

[Martial Arts: Azure Ox Transformation (Low-grade Earth-level Manual; Mastery 15000/30000)]

[Martial Arts: White Serpent Crossing (Low-grade Spiritual Scripture; Perfected 4000/4000)]

[Martial Arts: Shaking Mountain Palm (Superior Spiritual Manual; Mastery 2500/3000)]

Martial Arts: Tiger Roar Skill (Unranked; Perfect 400/400)

"Perfect?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly. "You've got some skills, no wonder you dared to provoke the demons in the temple."

He shook his head and chuckled, slightly clenching his fist, feeling the powerful and firm sensation of his joints engaging in combat, and murmured softly:

"The Bone Forging Realm... even among the four great powers, I am a pillar of strength. Now, I finally have a sliver of power to protect myself."

He smiled slightly, feeling quite pleased.

He then picked up the last item in the bundle and examined it closely.

The pen shaft was broken in half, with jagged edges.

The brush tip was made of some kind of yellowish-brown hairs, but most of them had fallen off, leaving only a few sparse hairs stubbornly standing at the top of the brush handle.

No matter how you look at it, it's just a piece of junk that was carelessly discarded.

Just as he was about to put it down, the Heavenly Heart Scroll suddenly trembled violently.

[Ding! Heart Imprint detected, can be refined. Refine?]

Lu Ming was taken aback.

"Heart Imprint? What Heart Imprint? Martial Arts? Skill? Why is there no indication of it?"

He frowned and stared at the tattered calligraphy brush in front of him for a long time.

After pondering for a long time, he finally had a thought: "Refine it."

"Boom—!"

My mind went blank for a moment, and my vision suddenly became distorted.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down. Large raindrops pounded on the muddy mountain road, splashing up murky sprays.

A familiar mountain peak appeared before us: Thousand Eyes Mountain.

But unlike what he had seen during the day, the mountains here were more majestic and the vegetation was more lush.

At the mountaintop, a magnificent temple, gleaming with gold, stands silently.

At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist priest, holding a nine-section bamboo staff, slowly walked along the path to the underworld.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, and the sound of his bamboo cane tapping the ground had a strange rhythm in the rain.

"Thousand Eyes Mountain... Nine-Section Staff!" Lu Ming was shocked.

"Boom—!"

Thousand Eyes Mountain suddenly trembled violently, temples collapsed, rocks shattered, and fragments of stone flew like raindrops.

A colossal beast leaped up from the mountaintop, its body tens of feet long, with countless eyes densely embedded among its yellow and black stripes.

"roar--!"

A deafening tiger's roar echoed through the mountains, the trees rustled, and the wind and rain raged.

The giant tiger stood atop the mountain, its thousand eyes wide open, and roared like thunder at the Taoist priest at the foot of the mountain:

"You old bastard... you fell mountains and destroyed temples, you swept away demons in the Jiazi year, what a show of power you have!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest slowly stepped forward.

Lu Ming then got a clear look at his face.

His face was square and gentle, and his eyes were calm yet seemed to have seen many hardships.

The rain was pouring down. He stood there, as small as a grain of sand in the vast ocean, yet he seemed to be the center of the world, impossible to ignore.

He slightly raised his head, his eyes calm, and bowed respectfully to the giant tiger atop the mountain.

"I dare not. This humble Taoist priest, Zhang Jiao... begs the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva to die."

His words were earnest and gentle, yet they were as startling as a thunderbolt.

The giant tiger's eyes widened, its thousand pupils blazing with murderous intent, and its face suddenly became incredibly ferocious.

"Fine! I'd like to see how you intend to send me to my death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening tiger roar rose again.

A thousand eyes simultaneously shot out golden light, and beams of golden light poured down like a torrential rain, shooting towards the Taoist.

The Taoist priest remained calm and made no move. As the void around him rippled, a yellow talisman suddenly appeared.

The cinnabar writhed, and a crimson light emerged, enveloping his entire body.

The golden light shone on it, but was instantly swallowed up and disappeared by the layer of red light.

"Peaceful Talisman!"

The giant tiger's pupils contracted sharply, but then a sinister smile appeared on its lips.

Within the golden light, countless sinister ghostly figures had been hidden without anyone noticing.

These ghostly figures were enveloped in golden light, their wails echoing through the sky, and gusts of cold wind surged like a chilling tide, constantly eroding the talisman.

The Thousand-Eyed Ghost Tide is a top-tier supernatural power, even among all the demons and monsters in the world.

The cinnabar on the talisman became thinner and more transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The middle-aged Taoist's expression shifted slightly, and he finally looked directly at the giant tiger on the mountaintop.

"Truly worthy of being one of the Four Great Bodhisattvas of the Great Zhao Kingdom!"

He sighed softly, tapped his bamboo staff lightly, and the cinnabar on the talisman suddenly dissolved, followed by a burst of yellow light.

The scriptures manifested like an inverted galaxy, with countless yellow sword energies shooting out like a torrential downpour.

"Aaaaaah—!"

The fierce ghosts that rushed towards them let out sharp, piercing screams, shattering and dissipating one after another in the torrent of sword energy, and were instantly killed.

"The Sword Qi of Peace! This is... the strongest cultivator of the human race in a thousand years!"

The giant tiger's face turned pale with horror, all traces of its arrogance vanished, and it turned to take flight and flee.

The middle-aged Taoist's gaze was as calm as a deep pool, and he slowly pointed out with his nine-section staff.

"boom--!"

Between heaven and earth, six enormous talismans instantly appeared, slowly rotating in the void, each radiating a dark yellow light.

They converged from all directions, blocking all of the giant tiger's escape routes.

As it rotated, the illusory image of the talisman suddenly materialized.

The temple walls, roof, and gate, brick by brick, took shape with each breath, transforming into an ancient temple that stood majestically on the flat ground.

"No--!"

The giant tiger roared, and its massive body was instantly trapped inside the temple.

Golden light surged within the temple, causing the entire temple to tremble violently.

The wind howled, and the rain swelled up.

The bricks and stones on the wall were shaken and fell off in a flurry, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across the wall.

"You old bastard! You're so high and mighty! You've openly broken the 'Oath of Heaven'... You won't get away with this!"

The roar of the giant tiger echoed from the temple, its thunderous sound reverberating in all directions:

"I possess a golden body formed from faith! Blessed by your humankind! What can you do to me? Hahaha... You can't kill me!"

A wild laugh echoed between heaven and earth, filled with arrogance and defiance.

"Boom—!"

At the same time, blue lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder roared continuously.

The middle-aged Taoist priest had a solemn expression but remained silent. His robes were already soaked with rainwater.

With a casual wave of his hand, a withered branch flew into his palm and instantly transformed into a pen.

He then picked up a few hairs that had fallen from the giant tiger and twisted them into a small bundle of wolf hair.

A simple calligraphy brush took shape in his palm.

Then, he bit his fingertip and used his blood as ink to write runes on the walls, ground, and door frames around the temple.

The crimson color spread rapidly across the bluish-gray brick surface, with intricate patterns climbing and intertwining like vines.

"In the year of Jiazi—the spirit is sealed!"

As the last stroke of the crimson rune fell, the Taoist gave a soft shout.

The temple suddenly trembled and emitted a burst of golden light.

Dense, blood-red runes appeared on the surface of the entire temple, like a giant net tightly wrapping around the temple.

The golden light inside the temple was instantly suppressed and dimmed.

"Ah, you..."

A long, angry roar suddenly echoed from inside the temple, followed by complete silence.

The Taoist priest looked up and gazed silently at the sky.

After a long while, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, and everything settled down.

Just then, the Taoist's gaze suddenly shifted, looking directly in the direction where Lu Ming's consciousness was located.