Chapter 1051: Chapter 669: Revealing the True Form, Bodhidharma’s Insight, and the Terrifying Senior Brother Ding Guang!_3

The phantom of the Black Turtle unfolds the treasure land, shimmering and flickering.

Even deeper than before, an imposing aura naturally arises to resist all.

The enhancement of the Overlord Skill generally does not affect the Hard Skill Treasure Light.

But Meng Chuan is different; he has achieved Limit Breaking progress beyond Perfection.

Everything he thinks, comprehends, and cultivates is led by his mind.

Originally, this technique was long due for Limit Breaking, but the insights gained from the cultivation of the Black Turtle True Body have brought many new realizations, delaying it by a few days.

But that doesn’t matter, stronger than before is a good thing.

Breath flows through the mouth and nose, white mist circulates, and the room instantly fills with smoke clouds.

Whoosh...

In the Shaolin Water Attribute Treasure Land, Meng Chuan gradually rises from the pool bottom, stepping out of the water.

A momentary flame surrounds his body, drying his skin.

He looks at the panel:

[Baxia Heaven-Supporting Skill: Perfection (94%) → (95%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Transcendence (Core)]

"Shackles bind the body, not what is desired; eight paths to liberation, unhindered,"

Meng Chuan mumbles to himself:

"A little bit more, I wonder what miraculous effects transcendence will bring on the day of Limit Breaking.

According to my heart’s projection of the future path, it should have something to do with the transcendence of physical constraints..."

The body and soul together form a person’s spirit.

The shell is a ’temporary vessel’ forged by heaven, earth, and parental essence blood, called the false conjoined body by the Buddhist sect, described as the impure worldly shell by the Taoist sect, all indicating the ’constraint’ the shell imposes on spirit.

"What are the eight paths to liberation..."

After pondering for a while, Meng Chuan steps out of the treasure land.

He will have to pay twenty thousand more if he stays one minute longer...

"The martial arts competition is near, don’t let cultivation delay the match. I don’t know if Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill’s entry-level difficulty is high for me, maybe I should learn it today without waiting for Baxia Heaven-Supporting Skill’s Limit Breaking..."

Baxia Skill is just 5% short of full mastery, it’ll certainly achieve Limit Breaking before the competition, but the Prajna Dragon Elephant’s progress is uncertain.

Who knows how long the rumored world’s best hard practice requires comprehension.

Better not miss the competition time for it, otherwise, people will spread rumors that ’the hidden Arena Dominator didn’t show up,’ and that’ll be quite amusing...

The selection in four places is nearing the end, and the Beijing competition is about to begin.

Tianhai started preheating for the Beijing event half a month ago, and it’s almost time for him to take the stage.

Other Arena Dominators might just sit back and act superior with ease, with few daring to challenge them.

But it’s different for him; it goes without saying, it’s likely to be an endless back-to-back battle.

These are all physical tasks...

...

The morning sun rises, sunlight streams through shadows of trees, golden snakes slithering across the ground.

"Moss on the walls from Buddha’s presence, a shrine’s lamp shadows shining on frost pines.

Bodhidharma faced the wall in solitude for nine years, realizing the Zen Heart that rings for eternity."

Meng Chuan rubs his chin and recites a poem, looking up.

Why does this [Bodhidharma Cave] look completely different from what he imagined, different from the verses?

Has the era changed...?

Though called a cave, what Meng Chuan sees is a grand and solemn hall.

Standing at the nearly half-meter-high threshold, he surveys with his eyes.

The interior is spacious, the floor paved with dark cyan stone slabs.

In the center, a gigantic stone Buddha sits cross-legged, its face hidden in shadow, revealing partial visage in broken sunlight.

Meng Chuan’s sharp eyes.

Barefoot wrapped in coarse cloth, prominent brow bones, eyes slightly closed in meditation, beard hanging down like harpoons.

The hands seem to be making a demon-conquering seal, the form steady and mountainous, solemn and silent.

"Should indeed be the statue of Ancestor Master Bodhidharma."

The sides of the hall have orderly wooden scripture shelves extending inward; the stone walls seem to bear other divine images, which Meng Chuan cannot recognize.

At the end, a row of eternal lamps burn silently, the fire steady without flicker, showing the outline of a deep passage behind.

Having scanned the scene, Meng Chuan realizes he hasn’t come to the wrong place.

Just as he’s about to step over the threshold, a sound calls from behind, sounding both surprised and pleased:

"Meng Chuan?!"

He turns to look and smiles, clasping his hands:

"Master Shinan!"

The coming old monk is no stranger.

He’s the venerable master who taught him the Mad Demon Staff despite sect barriers.

Shinan wears a bowl-shaped cap, suppressing his fierce brows, looking more benevolent than usual.

He’s here to learn Divine Skill too.

Even if he had long mastered the skills, when stuck on matters regarding the Dao, he still comes to Bodhidharma Cave, borrowing the divine will of cultivation techniques for inspiration and contemplation.

Seeing Meng Chuan here too, Shinan appears not surprised at all, smiling:

"You’ve come today to learn, what are you planning to cultivate?"

"Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill, I’ve admired this world’s best hard practice for a long time, restlessly eager," Meng Chuan replies.

Shinan pauses for a moment, nodding repeatedly with a sigh:

"Tut tut... Those who haven’t practiced all think so, only after practicing does one realize just how difficult this Secret Technique is..."

Yet he quickly changes his tone, saying:

"But the old monk has faith in you, being able to create the Sitting Forget Divine Skill, you’re definitely a good candidate for cultivating the Prajna Dragon Elephant Skill!

By the way, how is the Mad Demon Staff you’ve been practicing?"

Meng Chuan smiles confidently.

Extends his hand, dark particles gather in his palm, the demon subduer appears.

"It’s incredibly dominant, shall I show you a section to see the results?"

"No no no! Amitabha—put it away quickly, practice at Bodhi Academy some other day, lad are you trying to cause trouble!"

Seeing him gearing up to demonstrate, Shinan’s expression tightens, words tumble out like rapid-fire from his mouth, urging him to restrain himself.

Meng Chuan takes heed and the particles disappear from his palm.

Simultaneously pondering, he hasn’t done anything yet, shouldn’t be to this extent...

Could the person Master Baibao mentioned as the instructor, Senior Brother Ding Guang, really be so strict?