A person in the heavens, starting with a Chaos Emperor Dao Fruit

However, transmigrators are inherently defying common sense... especially someone like Yunhua who had accumulated immense wealth before arriving in this world.

What ordinary practitioners consider to be common sense is a joke in front of him!

After gathering a massive amount of lightning, Yunhua infused his will into the lightning liquid before him, which was imbued with the will of heaven and earth. Under this incomparably domineering will, the lightning liquid slowly transformed into a substance that existed between the illusory and the real, and then its internal structure continuously rearranged and combined to form a series of mysterious and complex structures... As time went by, it eventually formed large seals that appeared in the void.

"The Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Emperor Seal, I never thought it would have the chance to reappear in this world." Yun Hua felt the newly appeared Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Emperor Seal, which possessed the potential to shatter the vacuum, but he still needed to convert the Dao principles within the lightning tribulation into his own.

After achieving the breakthrough, Yunhua silently contemplated his own state.

According to his understanding, becoming a god means that one's soul has transformed into a deity. Having cultivated to this stage, it can be said that one's soul has initially possessed a trace of the characteristics of a living being.

What characteristics does a living being possess? The most basic is reproduction.

The so-called primordial spirit in this Yangshen world has initially reached this stage, making the soul almost like the physical body, possessing substance, and meeting the standard for reproduction and propagation.

When the primordial spirit of this world is cultivated to its limit, it becomes what is known as the Yang Spirit!

"The soul transforms into a deity, and finally refines all the yin residue, advancing to the yang god in one fell swoop. This is actually a process of the soul gradually evolving and finally evolving into a 'living being'..." Yunhua carefully comprehended and pondered this primordial spirit path, and his understanding grew more and more.

After a brief initial understanding, Yunhua shook his head. "Let's go back first! There's plenty of time to further contemplate..."

He has been in this world for some time now, and his purpose is simply to speed up the pace of this world's unique system, without any delays. Anyone who tries to obstruct him will be annihilated.

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In the desolate continent.

The sky was filled with misty clouds, and even the air felt damp.

It is now late spring, and the world is full of life. Here, the peaks are green and the valleys are lush, and the vegetation is abundant.

"What a vast grassland... The Witch Ghost Path established itself here, hoping to emulate the Essence Temple; however, the Witch Ghost Path's abilities are too poor, lacking even the most basic planning and governance." Yunhua walked across this grassland, looking at the countless houses and altars, and shook his head inwardly.

Everything before my eyes was lifeless, with dilapidated houses everywhere and disgusting sewage all over the ground. The roads were also a mess, without any planning or order, as if they had been built haphazardly by some ignorant people.

It's a shame this place is supposed to be a sect; its infrastructure is worse than that of a bunch of pirates.

Although Wuguidao's urban planning and management capabilities are terrible, it must be said that the location they chose is excellent. It has a spring-like climate year-round, fertile land, and is a very suitable overseas base.

Most importantly, this is a wild and undeveloped continent overseas, a continent that has not been developed much and has endless opportunities.

This place possesses all sorts of rare stones and minerals that Yunhua needs most. By controlling this place, we can save countless hours and let the local natives search for minerals for us.

Before long, Yunhua traversed the vast plains, rivers, and forests, arriving at the center of this plain, outside the true great city of the Witch Ghost Path.

"This city is quite interesting... No wonder it took the Witchcraft Sect twenty years and the deaths of 100,000 slaves to build it!" Looking at the great city before him, Yun Hua nodded to himself.

This is a magnificent city with stone walls, the gaps of which were filled with a mixture of various glutinous rice flour and other medicinal substances mixed with molten iron. There are also many stone statues on the walls, giving it an ancient feel.

"Boom!!"

In an instant, the world spun around, and an incredibly terrifying figure appeared in the minds of everyone in Tianwu City. The supreme fighting spirit almost suffocated everyone.

Just then, a thick, viscous black mist suddenly appeared on the walls of Tianwu City, completely enveloping the city in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 384 A Single Thought Can Break Through the City

In that instant, all sounds, lights, and thoughts in the city vanished without a trace, leaving only the faint sound of countless ghosts wailing.

"The Grand Formation of Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage to the Ancestor... It's just in time! This formation is perfect for me to test my fist intent!" Yun Hua stood still without making any movement, but his fighting spirit kept rising, rising, and rising again.

As Yunhua's fighting spirit intensified, the ghostly mist above the Myriad Ghosts Paying Homage Formation suddenly erupted with the most terrifying ghostly wails and howls to counter it, as if ten thousand ghosts were resisting Yunhua's will together.

If Yunhua had focused his fist intent on his thoughts or his blood and qi, he could have easily destroyed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage Formation. However, since they were still far apart, he had not focused his fist intent on his blood and qi or his thoughts, making it difficult for him to destroy the formation.

"Who exactly is this person!" In Tianwu City, Yu Wutong, the leader of the Wugui Dao, looked rather grim. The opponent's fist intent was too terrifying, especially that fighting spirit, which almost triggered the "War God Demon Scripture" that he was cultivating.

"This fighting spirit is truly terrifying..." A monk beside him sighed, "Even Master Yinyue back then didn't possess such fighting spirit. When did another immortal emerge in this world?"

This person was none other than the monk Jingren, a remnant who had escaped from the Great Zen Temple years ago.

"What! He's actually a Human Immortal? Does this person intend to completely annihilate my Witchcraft Path?" Yu Wutong was shocked. A Human Immortal was simply beyond his ability to contend with.

"Damn it, we're trapped in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage Formation too." Yu Wutong's face was somewhat pale.

"There's no need to worry for now. This immortal doesn't seem to have any killing intent. Otherwise, he could easily shatter the Myriad Ghosts Paying Homage Formation with a single punch after taking just a few steps forward," said Monk Jingren. "Besides, with an immortal here, there's no point in trying to escape."

Yu Wutong's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but he was helpless at this moment. He was blocked by a human immortal and had no chance of escaping. He could only wait and see what the other party thought.

Meanwhile, outside Tianwu City.

Yunhua unleashed a punch, its tangible intent like ocean waves—real ocean waves crashing against the shore. Not only the Myriad Ghosts Paying Homage Formation, but even the giant city forged with molten iron trembled under this battle intent.

In fact, the moment this fist intent appeared, the Myriad Ghosts Paying Homage to the Ancestor Formation shattered instantly.

In an instant, everyone in the entire Tianwu City felt a terrifying aura of dark clouds pressing down on the city, especially Yu Wutong, who had the highest cultivation level, and his expression was filled with horror.

His own cultivation of the "War God and Demon Scripture" began to resonate with Yunhua's fighting spirit, as if Yunhua was the god and demon he was visualizing, the origin and ancestor of all his Taoist practices.

Almost instinctively, everyone in the entire Witchcraft Path knelt down, welcoming the arrival of the God of War.

“The great formation is broken…” Yunhua watched as the black mist dissipated, revealing a city full of cracks. He then withdrew his fist intent and returned to his usual calm and composed state.

He strode forward, his posture suggesting he was already the master of the entire Tianwu City.

However, it was pretty much true. When Yunhua entered the city, all the high-ranking officials who had cultivated the "War God Demon Scripture" knelt down. Everyone knelt on the ground to welcome Yunhua's arrival.

Their beliefs had long been destroyed and rebuilt by Yunhua's fist intent and fighting spirit; the image they contemplated had shifted from that demon god to Yunhua. At this moment, Yunhua was the deity they worshipped.

Yunhua walked step by step along the main road of Tianwu City. He could easily feel streams of faith power constantly blessing him. However, this faith power was still very mixed, and he felt as if his thoughts were being corrupted whenever they touched it.

After truly touching upon these beliefs, Yunhua realized that if he wholeheartedly accepted these incense-offering ideas, his own beliefs would be distorted, turning him into a true war god in their eyes.

However, as the Sutra of No Birth operates in the future, all this power of faith will be used to nurture the future Lord.

"The cultivation system of this world has many drawbacks!" Feeling the effects of the power of faith, and then looking around at the Wugui Dao cultivators whose beliefs had been destroyed and rebuilt, Yunhua sighed softly.

This system of cultivating the soul emphasizes the "purity" of thoughts, but if a person's thoughts are too pure, what's the difference between them and a robot?

What makes us human is our complexity. If we were to remove all of these things, we would easily succumb when faced with something more powerful.

Just like these cultivators of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path, Yunhua could easily rewrite their belief in the true God of War with his perfected "War God Demon Scripture," deifying himself and becoming their God of War.

Moreover, once this belief is manipulated, one is almost unaware of the change.

This is because their thoughts are too pure; if their thoughts were a little chaotic, they would naturally be able to perceive many problems.

Yunhua walked forward step by step and soon arrived in front of Wu Guidao Yu Wutong and Jingren, the remnant monk of Dachan Temple.

"Witchcraft Daoist Yu Wutong pays respects to the God of War!!" Yu Wutong immediately knelt down and bowed deeply to Yun Hua.

Yunhua nodded slightly and said, "From today onwards, the Witch Ghost Path will be mining for me!"

The monk Jingren's face twitched slightly. He glanced at Yunhua subconsciously and thought to himself, "Could this immortal have discovered some treasure on the Desolate Continent and is now trying to subdue us so we can mine for him?"

"Yes!" At this moment, Yu Wutong's soul and thoughts were almost completely controlled by Yunhua, leaving him no room to resist. Of course, he would not resist, because in his heart, Yunhua was the war god he contemplated every day.

Yunhua gestured for him to stand aside, then looked at a large monk next to Yu Wutong.

"The monk Jingren?" Yunhua looked at the man and spoke.

"Amitabha! I never imagined there was such a person as you in the world!" Monk Jingren chanted a Buddhist prayer, his voice filled with a mixture of amazement and sigh.

Yunhua's gaze swept over the monk Jingren, finally settling on the large bag he was carrying.

The material of this bag looks a bit strange; it's neither silk nor linen, it looks like leather, but it's not the skin of any animal.

Moreover, upon closer inspection, it was almost like human skin, and it was even the skin of a human immortal with no pores showing.

Similarly, this large bag was tightly tied with a rope, and this rope was not made of ordinary silk or hemp, but rather the sinew of some kind of creature, or perhaps not the sinew of an animal, but the sinew of a human.

At the same time, a wisp of immense pure Yang energy faintly escaped from the pocket.

This bag was none other than the Qiankun Bag containing the legacy of the Great Zen Temple!

Yunhua continued, "Monk Jingren, now you should know why I've come to see you!"

"Haha, ever since I, Jingren, escaped from the destruction of the Great Zen Temple, I have been hiding in the desolate continent for twenty years. I never expected that someone would still come looking for me!" Overwhelmed with grief, the monk Jingren burst into laughter.

Although his laughter was somewhat heroic, it also sounded desolate and indignant, as if a heroic figure who could conquer mountains and rivers had reached the end of his road, making people who heard it weep.

"Today, a mortal immortal has come to my door, which means my endurance and fate have run out. But haven't you heard the saying, 'Better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life'? Today, let me witness the true power of a mortal immortal!"

Amidst his wild laughter, the monk Jingren suddenly thrust out a palm strike, his entire body brimming with the power of a giant dragon or elephant.

"Dragon and Elephant Seal!"

The monk Jingren unleashed the ultimate technique of the Great Zen Temple—the Dragon Elephant Seal. With each shift in his fist intent, it seemed as if a giant dragon and a giant elephant were constantly transforming, displaying immense power.

Chapter 385 The Qiankun Bag is Obtained

This was the full force of the monk Jingren's attack. His robes swelled with this terrifying power, and he appeared to have grown half a body size, making him look like a guardian deity in Buddhism.

However, this attack came to an abrupt halt as soon as it was launched.

Yunhua didn't even make a move; with just a glance, an invincible fist intent, dominating the present, pressed down, instantly making the monk Jingren gasp for breath. All his movements and vital energy were suppressed by Yunhua in an instant.

“You…” Monk Jingren was about to speak, but seemed to realize something and showed a look of shock. He stopped resisting and let Yunhua walk to his side and take away the Qiankun Bag that he cherished as his life.

"Yu Wutong, take me to the City Lord's Mansion!" Yun Hua got what he wanted, withdrew his fist intent, and gave the order to the person beside him.

"Yes!!" Yu Wutong immediately took small steps to Yunhua and led the way.

After Monk Jingren stood up again, his eyes were filled with shock: "There's no mistake, this fist intent, this fist intent is exactly the same as Uncle Yinyue's!! It's the 'Present Tathagata Sutra'! He's actually a successor of our Great Zen Temple!!"

"There's hope! The Great Zen Temple is saved! A celestial being has returned to the world, there's hope for rebuilding the Great Zen Temple!!" Monk Jingren suppressed his excitement and roared inwardly.

But then his heart was filled with worry: "But unfortunately, it's not the 'Past Amitabha Sutra,' and we don't know if he is a successor of the Great Zen Temple, or if he accidentally obtained the 'Present Tathagata Sutra,' or if he is from the Great Qian Dynasty and snatched the 'Present Tathagata Sutra.'"

"No, it couldn't be someone from Daqian. If it were someone from Daqian, they would have killed me long ago." Monk Jingren calmed down from his agitation, but his mind was in turmoil.

He couldn't figure out what this immortal being in front of him really wanted to do.

After arriving at the City Lord's Mansion in Tianwu City with the Qiankun Bag, Yunhua went directly to a secret room and entered it with the Qiankun Bag.

A gentle breeze emanated from between Yunhua's brows, carrying the Qiankun Bag as it floated in the void. But with Yunhua's divine thought, the Qiankun Bag suddenly seemed to become incredibly heavy, like a mountain.

"Open the Qiankun Bag!"

Yunhua exerted more force, and instantly—

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"...

In an instant, a voice, seemingly from another world, resounded throughout the secret room. The voice sounded very distant, as if it came from the endless depths of the universe, yet it also seemed to be right next to one's ear.

The Qiankun Bag was suddenly opened. A stream of azure energy shot out from the opening of the Qiankun Bag, and then formed a giant gate on the ground that was 1.5 feet high and 5 feet wide.

Fortunately, the secret room that Wu Gui Dao Yu Wu Tong built was large enough, otherwise the door would have cracked the room.

Behind this misty blue gate, a faint light shone through, and a gentle breeze blew out from the entrance, invigorating everyone's spirits, as if behind the gate lay a pure and holy celestial realm.

Yunhua stepped into the small world inside the Qiankun Bag.

This is a very stable, square-shaped little world.

The sky in this small world is very low, only a little over a hundred meters high, and there are no sun, moon, or stars in the sky, but a layer of bright, soft blue clouds, which looks as beautiful as a piece of jade.

The ground of the small world is not an ordinary ground, but a layer of something like a water film, which creates ripples when you walk on it.

However, despite its appearance as a water film, it was incredibly solid. Even when you stomped your foot hard, you only saw the ripples expand slightly, and the ground did not deform at all.

The edge of the entire small world was also a membrane of light with a jade-like color.

"Next up are the treasures of the Great Zen Temple!" Yunhua quickly grasped the contents of the place.

In the center of the Qiankun Bag, there were eight plazas, each with a warehouse.

Treasury, silver treasury, granary, jewelry storehouse, armory, medicine storehouse, library, silk storehouse.

The eight warehouses are arranged according to the directions of the eight trigrams.

Northern Darkness Iron, Mysterious Female Pearl, Snow Soul Pearl, Heavenly River Cinnabar, Blue Jade Heart, Thunder Silver Stone...

These items are truly a testament to the thousand-year accumulation of the Great Zen Temple; the quantity and quality of the various treasures are extremely high.

Then he went to the scriptures in the Great Zen Temple.

There were many books, hundreds of thousands of volumes, but most of them were Buddhist scriptures, some were medical books, and some were methods for forging weapons. The rest were mostly martial arts manuals, such as the Dragon Elephant Seal that the monk Jingren had used before.

There is no trace of any Taoist practices or scriptures here.

However, there are countless martial arts techniques, with countless methods just for training the skin and bones. The martial arts classics included here already encompass the most essential martial arts texts of the Great Zen Temple.

"Next is the general outline of the 'Present Tathagata Sutra'!" Yunhua's mind stirred, and a thought instantly flew out, striking the Qiankun Bag in mid-air.