Chapter 3903: Buddhist Race Secret Technique
Chapter 3903: Buddhist Race Secret Technique
Even among the Imperial Clans, Imperial Techniques and Saint Techniques were core secrets. Only a very limited number of clansmen or heirs could cultivate them.
If even the Imperial Clan was like this, then in the Holy Land, Venerate Tier-level Techniques were naturally precious treasures, and could only be cultivated if one had performed a great service or was the heir of the main branch.
Thus, even though there were a great many people here that had come from the Holy Land, they would still be envious when they saw a Venerate Tier-level technique.
Moreover, a great many people had come from Venerate Tier-level forces, so they naturally were moved by the Great Sun Soaring Palm.
That was because that figure was performing the Great Sun Soaring Palm, like he was a teacher that was teaching.
Prosperous Heaven’s expression was a little ugly.
She had even learnt the Imperial Technique, so she naturally wouldn’t take a Venerate Tier- level technique to heart. However, this was the secret technique of the Buddhist Sect, yet it was being displayed now, allowing everyone to cultivate the secret technique. This naturally made her unhappy.
In front of such a great opportunity, no one would be reserved. They all began to study it calmly.
But only after a while, hu, a cold wind blew past, and the oil lamp was extinguished.
“Run!” Everyone shouted loudly, fighting to squeeze out.
Though everyone was running at the first instant, there would be those that ran in the lead and those that trailed behind, and there were still a great many people that stayed inside.
In a short while, these people appeared. All of them had dazed gazes, as if they had lost their true nature. Whether it was Foundation Building Tier, Cauldron Forging Tier, or Core Formation Tier, they were all no exception.
It could be clearly seen that their faces were covered with dark green palm imprints, and the slender fingers of these imprints were completely inhuman.
“Holy Daughter, do you have a way to expiate the souls of the dead in this place?” A Core Formation Tier cultivator asked Prosperous Heaven very politely, completely not treating the latter as a junior that was a level below him.
Prosperous Heaven shook her head, indicating that there was nothing she could do.
Even if there was, she would deny it, because this hall contained the secret technique of the Buddhist Race, so she was naturally unwilling to have others learn it.
Originally, with the lights out, everyone should have gone to walk around in other great halls, but there was a Venerate Tier-level precious technique here, so who would be willing to leave?
After a while, the oil lamp in the great hall lit up again.
Everyone entered again, and continued to observe.
Good times didn’t last long. Not long after, a cold wind blew again, and the oil lamp was extinguished.
Just like before, everyone once again ran out of the great hall.
Continuing in this manner, those with high natural talent had more or less grasped this precious technique, but those with weak natural talent, especially those locals, their comprehension ability was far inferior to the prodigies of the outside world, and they were unable to comprehend it even after a long time.
There was nothing they could do about this. They could only enter into the great hall time and time again.
Ling Han was naturally one of the first to grasp the precious technique. Furthermore, he was possibly the first to learn the Great Sun Soaring Palm, aside from Prosperous Heaven. After all, she was the Buddhist Race’s Holy Daughter, and this cultivation technique was of a similar breath.
However, he did not show it. He went back and forth two more times, and only then did he sit cross-legged outside, and begin to comprehend.
Just now, he had only memorized all the key points of the technique, but to turn it into his own understanding, how could it possibly be so simple?
Not only him, but there was also a group of people sitting cross-legged outside the large hall. They were all prodigies among outsiders, ranked in the top 200 of the Galaxy Network.
A few hours later, Ling Han felt that he had completely mastered this precious technique, so he closed his eyes to rest out of boredom.
Another hour passed.
“Hahaha!” A loud laugh rang out. Feng Jixing stood, and began to practice on the empty ground. It was the Great Sun Soaring Palm.
Ling Han took a few looks, and couldn’t help but nod internally. This guy really lived up to Galaxy Network’s ranking of 12th. His comprehension ability was frighteningly strong, and he had already grasped the essence of Great Sun Soaring Palm. There was only a slight shortcoming, but he believed that with a bit more smoothening, he would soon be able to mend it.
To be honest, with Feng Jixing’s cultivation level of Nine Cauldrons, added with the Nine Coloured Glass Cauldron, Ling Han did not have full confidence that he could defeat him. Perhaps, Feng Jixing’s battle prowess had already leaped into the early stage of the Core Formation Tier, and was even stronger than Ling Han.
“He has succeeded!”
“Such terrifying comprehension ability!”
“I need at least a few more days to be able to grasp the gist of it. In comparison, the gap is practically immeasurable.”
All the prodigies felt rueful. They were already prodigies among prodigies, and there was still a massive gap between them and Feng Jixing.
Ling Han smiled inwardly. If he said that he had already comprehended the Great Sun Soaring Palm an hour ago, who knew how shocked these people would be?
Er, it was more likely that they would not believe his words.
After another few hours, the top prodigies gradually grasped this precious technique. They could begin channelling it, but to reach a proficient level, that was not something that could
be done overnight.
In fact, if one didn’t fully comprehend the unique Intent Realm, it would be useless no matter how many hundred years one cultivated.
How could a Venerate Tier-level precious technique be so easily mastered?
However, a few of them gave a terrible cry, and died suddenly.
They had not been attacked by anyone, but had been repeatedly ensnared by Yin souls,
exhausted of their life force, and died without any illness.
In fact, there was even a Core Formation Tier cultivator among them.
In this strange place, the Core Formation Tier elites didn’t seem to have much of an
advantage over the Foundation Building Tiers and Cauldron Forging Tiers.
This time, even those Core Formation Tier cultivators were afraid.
They did not dare to stay any longer, fearing that they would be met with misfortune, and
continue onwards.
After walking through this great hall, there was a wall, but after entering through the arched doorway, an extremely strange scene appeared ahead of them.
What temple was there? It was shockingly a desert.
Had they seen a ghost?
Even Ling Han was startled, not daring to believe his eyes.
Had he suddenly been teleported back to the desert from before?
No, though this was a desert, there was a blood moon hanging in the skies, which had an
indescribable harshness to it.
This was too strange. Where exactly was this place?
“Why have we suddenly come to the desert?”
“Have we been teleported?”
“Or… an illusion?”
Everyone was stunned. Some people even lowered their bodies, scooping up sand, wanting to
confirm if this was an illusion.
Ling Han also released his divine sense, yet shockingly discovered that this really was sand, as
real as could be.
Unless this technique far surpassed his level, only then would he be unable to distinguish the
truth from falsehood.
“Yi, Ling Han!” Song Lan looked over, revealing a hint of surprise.
That was because she had clearly not seen him before, yet he had suddenly appeared, which
gave her a shock.
Ling Han was astonished. How had she recognized him?
He had clearly changed his appearance, and even the fluctuation of his soul had changed.
Unless the other’s cultivation level was several major tiers higher than him, it would be impossible for anyone to see through his disguise.
He condensed water vapour, turning it into an ice mirror. With a look, wasn’t the person in the
mirror his original appearance?
How was this possible?
He clearly had not withdrawn the Soul Awakening Technique, nor had he changed back to his original appearance. Why had he suddenly returned to his original appearance?
Ling Han was extremely surprised. What was going on?
“Junior, so you are here!” Amidst a cold laugh, the Tong Clan’s three Core Formation Tiers
simultaneously glared at Ling Han.
F***, they could also see his true appearance now.
No, there was something off about all of this.
Boom, Tong Xiao had already charged over. The battle prowess of the Core Formation Tier
was unleashed to its fullest, and was boundlessly terrifying.