ouldn't have been able to withstand the power of the Huangmang King Talisman. They were bombarded and trembled incessantly, then flew out and crashed onto the ground with a resounding boom."Boom."A tr...The Su Mi Temple's sailing speed quickened, like riding the wind and breaking the waves.

Zhang Ruochin put away all kinds of thoughts, took off the "Six Ancestors' Explanation of Zen" wrapped around him, and looked at it carefully.

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The painting depicts a kind-faced monk sitting under a Bodhi tree, with a smile on his face and his lips slightly parted as if he is imparting some Buddhist wisdom of the world.

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Mental energy cannot enter the picture.

He tried again, using holy energy to power it up, but he still couldn't open the inner space or the spatial gate. In the end, he had no choice but to give up.

The Buddha's light and sound gradually dissipated from the scroll.

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If there were no Buddha's essence and power, the Ghost King and the Blood Clan gods wouldn't be so terrified.

Zhang Ruochin thought for a moment, then took the initiative to cut his wrist, dripping some blood onto the scroll.

"Wow!"

The lines on the scroll once again shone brightly, radiating a brilliant Buddhist light.

The Buddha's light once again coalesced into the form of the Sixth Patriarch.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochin's ears heard a faint Buddhist chant. Only he could hear it; the outside world was completely silent.

Zhang Ruochin dragged his chin, a strange light in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "In the future, perhaps I can use this scroll to scare some deities who want to kill me. It's a pretty good trump card!"

Close the Six Ancestors's Illustrated Chart of Zen.

Zhang Ruochin carried the skeletal remains of the Xumi Sacred Monk from the pit back to the main hall.

Then, Zhang Ruochin spread out the "Six Patriarch Altar Sutra," dripped blood onto it, and sat beside the scroll, carefully contemplating the Buddhist sounds entering his ears.

Whether it's the Sixth Patriarch or the revered Master Hsu-mi, they are all at the level of "Buddha."

From ancient times to the present, for an immeasurable number of billions of years, even counting the moment Buddha and Mount Sumeru Holy Monks, there have only been seven Buddhas born. Each one of them was inevitably an invincible existence in their era, not even Heaven could suppress them.

Therefore, the Buddha's voice in this scroll, whether it is the voice of the Sixth Patriarch or that of the Sumeru Holy Monk, is worth contemplating.

What is the meaning of

What is the meaning of ...

The temple of Su Mi was day and nightless. Looking up, there were no sun or moon in the sky.

Time flies, I don't know how many years have passed.

Zhang Ruochin didn't know what era he had returned to. He only heard a deafening roar, and time and space once again underwent violent tremors.

"What's going on Did another war erupt, affecting the river of time Wanting to go back in time is not an easy thing."

Having awoken suddenly, Zhang Ruochin immediately walked out of the hall.

He looked ahead, and on the river of time, a majestic temple erupted with powerful temporal energy, tearing open a rift in the river.

The temple across the rift was only partially visible to Zhang Ruochin.

For example, the Xumi Temple is like a smuggled ship, and Zhang Ruochin can only stay on the ship and cannot see the outside scenery. He doesn't know where he has arrived.

Now, someone on the shore discovered this boat, and in its hull, they tore open a slit.

Through this opening, the people on shore saw Zhang Ruochin in the boat.

Zhang Ruochu, who was on the boat, also saw the scene outside through this opening.

< < Zhang Ruochen at this moment through this doorway, seeing only a corner of this era's scene, there was only that temple, and only a part of the temple.

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To be able to discover Mount Sumeru Temple across the vast expanse of time, it must surely be a Time Temple. The current master residing within this Time Temple is undoubtedly an incredibly formidable being.

Even the Temple of Time, it seems, could only open a crack in the river of time to stop the further progress of the Sumeru Shrine.

Within the temple, countless time imprint light points surged forth, condensing into a brilliant hand of time. It pierced through the crack, extending into the river of time, reaching towards Mount Sumeru.

>>If you have to, die here.

"Those legendary ancestors of the Temple of Destiny throughout history, they are so afraid of me condensing a first-grade Saint Intent I might not even succeed, and I might not even be able to cultivate to the peak realm. I might not even care what happens to the Temple of Destiny. All I want is to return to the Temple of Destiny to save my father. Is it necessary to go so far as to completely eradicate me Can't you give a little hope" Zhang Ruchen said to himself.

"Boom."

Thirty-six stone steles, imbued with boundless demonic might, shattered time and space, soaring into the river of time.

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Thirty-six stone stelae shattered ghost fire skulls, then thundered toward the Gate of Destiny blocking their path, shattering it into glittering particles.

Before the river channel was cleared, Xumi Temple continued to sail.

Zhang Ruochin looked in the direction where the thirty-six stone tablets flew away, and saw a handsome man with disheveled hair and a beard, walking alone in a yellow desert. He was striding forward, holding a stone knife in his hand. His demonic aura was mighty, both masculine and domineering.

Thirty-six flew back into his body.

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"Thank you, Heavenly Demon Lord," Zhang Ruchen clasped his fists in greeting.

The Heavenly Demon couldn't hear his voice. Just now, it was as if he had done something insignificant. He held his sword, his eyes sharp and cold, killing intent like frost. He was going to do great things.

As time and space recovered, the desert and the Heavenly Demons vanished from Zhang Ruochin's sight.

Zhang Ruochin sighed deeply in his heart. Throughout this journey, he had met great figures, the founders of Confucianism, celestial demons, and even some mythical beings from other stories. They all astounded an era, leaving behind legends that echoed through time. Sadly, they all perished in the long river of history.

All the great heroes and talented individuals, in the end, return to dust.

The only thing that remains is the legacy.

Even if countless years pass, the world will still bear traces of their existence. This is truly remarkable and worthy of being sung by cultivators for all eternity.

Why can Zhang Ruochin laugh at their demeanor in the long river of time

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