Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents-Chapter 270 - 153: The Descent of All Races_2

Chapter 270: Chapter 153: The Descent of All Races_2

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“I’m a Holy Body; I don’t need to cling onto your coattails!” Ye Bai snorted. “When I develop it further, I’ll directly cause space explosions. What’s teleportation to me?”

He sighed again: “It’s too hard to improve the Holy Body; otherwise, how could two minor Land Immortals block my path?”

“Calling them minor Land Immortals!” Jiang Ming said speechlessly, “Those are Eighth Realm Experts. Have you reached that level?”

Joking and laughing, Jiang Ming checked Jun Qiuye again. Jun Qiuye had stabilized and was immersed in self-healing.

Preparing to sit down and continue comprehending the Space Art, Jiang suddenly felt a movement in his heart. He reached out and grabbed the Yulan Bell that had landed in the distance.

This was another treasure from the Xuankong Temple, quite effective.

After holding it and turning it over, he sensed an unusual imprint within it using divine thoughts.

“This imprint is very deep and faint, but its essence is strong. If my soul wasn’t powerful enough, I wouldn’t have discovered it.”

Jiang Ming frowned, unable to dissolve the imprint with his divine soul.

“Could it be left by the Buddha Master who founded Xuankong Temple?”

His eyes flickered, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

With a thought, Jiang Ming made the Yulan Bell float in front of him. He clenched both fists and spurred the Inch Fist, striking the bell. With a loud bang, the Yulan Bell was shattered.

The Qi swept around, and the supreme yang power flowed, turning into fire and burning it once before throwing it away.

“Brother Jiang, is there a hidden danger?” Ye Bai glanced over.

Jiang Ming nodded: “There’s a soul imprint in the Yulan Bell. To avoid leaving any troubles behind, it’s better to destroy it. It’s nothing but an ordinary artifact anyway; I’m not heartbroken about it.”

“An ordinary artifact?” Ye Bai couldn’t help but shake his head. “If the dead people of Xuankong Temple heard that, they would definitely vomit blood!” “There’s no chance for them to vomit!”

“Indeed!”

The sun sets in the west.

The deep pit wasn’t dark, as fire was burning everywhere.

Killing Qi, Death Qi, Yin Qi, Resentment Qi, and so on converged, attracted by an unknown force, flowed towards Jun Qiuye and infused his body.

Jiang Ming looked over, and his heart moved. He then activated the Life and Death Realm to envelop Jun Qiuye, fully displaying the Dao of Life and Death before him.

He knew that although Jun Qiuye hadn’t woken up, his consciousness had returned.

He was now cultivating.

Ye Bai and Luo Feng also looked over, and they smiled after a brief thought.

Night falls, and stars are dotted around.

Chen Bei and the others gradually return.

“This harvest is too great. Within two years at most, I’ll have the confidence to break through and condense the Martial Arts Golden Core to enter the 8th Level Wudao Realm!” Chen Bei was excited.

However, the others were all somewhat silent.

“Sigh!” After a long time, Zhou Tian sighed, “This time, we have seen the darkness of the world. The Buddha’s Holy Land is comparable to hell, enslaving the people, it’s truly mad. The Buddha is not Buddha, the people are not people!”

“Get used to it!” Luo Feng responded indifferently.

Everyone looked at him.

“The Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield is the true cruelty!” Luo Feng continued, “This descent allowed us to kill an Eighth Realm expert alone, but how many are there in the Nine Domains? I suspect that this Great Catastrophe is aimed at us. If my speculation is correct, nine times out of ten, it’s the invasion of other alien races, causing bloodshed in the Nine Domains. Their cruel reality, bloody slaughter, the wailing of countless people, and the tremendous disaster will push us to grow. This is a killing catastrophe, but also a spiritual tempering.”

“Compared to the present situation, I’m afraid it’s nothing.”

“You have to be prepared!” Luo Feng’s voice was cold.

“I’ve thought about it too. The so-called Great Catastrophe is aimed at us!” Wang Qiutong whispered, “It’s preparing us for the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield, and there’s a process of adaptation. Sigh, the cosmos is too vast, and there are too many races with different natures. When they blend together, a terrible competition is formed. Falling behind means slavery, and once enslaved, it’s like the situation in front of us. To avoid being enslaved, we must fight to the death, strive and rob.”

It was a heavy topic.

The bonfire was blazing, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

“Let’s eat and drink first. After recovering, let’s look for the treasure of Xuankong Temple!” Jiang Ming said, “After finding the treasure and digesting it, we might have a massive improvement. Don’t forget, Xuankong Temple has had a thousand years of accumulation. As for the future? Don’t think too much, just do the right thing!”

“Seize the present!” Luo Feng threw a bottle of wine and laughed, “Thinking too much will only lead to more trouble. It’s better to have a drink, hold onto your knife tightly, and no matter what obstacles lie ahead, just cut them down with a single slash!”

“Hahaha, a single slash!” Ye Bai laughed, “Where’s mine, Brother Luo?”

“You’re just a little brat; you’re not allowed to drink!”

“Bullshit! Give it to me!”

They laughed and talked about their experiences.

It was a silent night until daybreak.

Jiang Ming awoke from his meditation and looked at Jun Qiuye.

The man was already sitting on a green stone, surrounded by a Dao Resonance, spinning the cycle of Life and Death, increasing his power.

He also opened his eyes, catching Jiang Ming’s gaze, and couldn’t help but smile: “Thankyou, Brother Jiang!”

“Even though I’ve just begun to understand the Life and Death Realm, it has significantly increased my combat power. With the support of the Life and Death Power, I no longer have to worry about lingering doubts!”

“From now on, I will become the God of Death, harvesting alien spirits!”

Jun Qiuye was full of ambition.

He had understood.

He had comprehended the Realm of Life and Death.

As long as he entered the door, he could fully comprehend the Perfection.

“Thank you, Brother Ye, Brother Luo, and all of you!” Jun Qiuye stood up and bowed, “If it weren’t for you, I would be dead by now!”

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