Nine Revolutions Star Technique

The stone tablet was dozens of zhang high.

Forged entirely from gray-gold, even after countless years, it remained as pristine as ever, clearly not an ordinary object. But what shocked everyone the most were the words on the back of the tablet:

"... Bodhi Mountain, White Horse Temple, occupying a realm of eight hundred miles radius. There are seventy-two celestial beings, the orthodox lineage of Buddhism..."

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The first sentence alone sent chills down everyone’s spine.

In this secret realm, seventy-two celestial beings were gathered, what a terrifying force this was.

One must know.

A single Earth Immortal is enough to establish a sect. A veteran Earth Immortal can ensure a family’s prosperity for a thousand years. What does seventy-two celestial beings mean?

However.

This wasn’t the most shocking thing to the crowd.

Continuing down, most of the content described the glory of White Horse Temple, attracting numerous Buddhists from Kunlun Mountain to worship. For a time, the incense was at its peak, unrivaled in popularity.

Unfortunately, later the world changed drastically, a great killing calamity arose, and blood flowed like rivers...

"Killing calamity?"

Ye Qingchen frowned, quickly looking carefully.

But unfortunately, this part of the content was not very detailed, and the writing was extremely hasty. It only mentioned a great killing calamity that threw the entire Kunlun Realm into chaos.

Even celestial beings, in the face of this killing calamity, were like ants. Even the strongest abbot of White Horse Temple at the time ultimately perished. Everyone had to eventually choose to flee.

"What kind of killing calamity, what kind of catastrophe could render celestial beings like ants?"

The crowd was astonished.

Although the final description consisted of just over a hundred words, every word was filled with fear, an overwhelming dread that was almost palpable.

Even Ye Qingchen could sense how terrified the monks of White Horse Temple were back then.

"What kind of killing calamity was it back then?"

Ye Qingchen’s gaze shifted to the Golden-haired Lion.

But the Golden-haired Lion shook its head, letting out a gentle call, indicating that it did not gain consciousness during the great calamity and had no memory of those events.

However.

Upon observing the entire secret realm, it was unknown what kind of battle occurred back then that left the entire White Horse Temple in ruins, reduced to desolation.

"Never mind, take me inside to have a look."

Ye Qingchen sighed softly.

How many years had White Horse Temple been abandoned, the events of that day likely long buried in the river of time. Countless vines climbed over broken walls and ruins, with some areas even becoming primeval forests.

"Mr. Ye, we found it!"

At this moment, a shout came.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingchen quickly headed over, following the voice into a courtyard deep within, where he saw Zheng Jiuling and a few others excitedly standing in front of an eighteen-zhang tall small tower.

The small tower was crafted entirely like glazed glass, exceptionally ornate, the crucial point being that Buddha light emanated from its top.

As the Buddha light shone, it resonated with the Buddhist Beads on Ye Qingchen’s wrist.

This was clearly a Relic Tower!

"Finally found it!"

Ye Qingchen’s eyes brightened. It wasn’t in vain that he spent half a month traversing the entire Southern Heaven.

"As long as we open this tower, we can obtain the relics! At that time, I can fully restore my life force! No longer need to worry about the injuries from the Heaven-Slaying Immortal Sword Scripture!"

Ye Qingchen thought, already making a hand seal.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

The massive exterior of the Relic Tower lit up with circular arrays. Subsequently, the layers of arrays split, dividing the tower into eighteen equal parts.

Each tier of the array was adorned with Sanskrit characters and Buddhist texts, reminiscent of glowing tadpoles.

These Sanskrit and Buddhist texts were restrictions left by those formidable celestial beings of White Horse Temple. Each restriction contained terrifying power. Even the slightest stroke is enough to crush an Earth Immortal.

Numerous restrictions such as these locked the entire Relic Tower like a giant lock!

"How is it?"

Everyone looked nervously at Ye Qingchen.

"It’s alright!"

But Ye Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, saying calmly:

"The arrays outside the Relic Tower are powerful but not a terrifying Killing Array restriction, merely sealed arrays without offensive characteristics. Although a bit tricky, it can be opened with perseverance!"

He looked at the giant Relic Tower, his smile growing wider.

"This tower contains at least a dozen relics. If I can get them, within at most ten years, I can completely replenish the life force I lost!"

With that thought, Ye Qingchen couldn’t hold back and decided to act immediately.

He sat down cross-legged.

Directly pushed his power to the extreme, beginning to break the array.

One day, two days, three days...

Ye Qingchen sat peacefully in front of the Relic Tower, diligently working to unlock the array.

This array wasn’t complex. For a celestial being, perhaps just a casual hand twist could open it, like opening or closing a door. But for Ye Qingchen, who was using Earth Immortal-level cultivation to forcefully open the array, it’s equivalent to pushing a massive stone door several hundred zhang tall with a mortal body, extremely strenuous.

Fortunately, due to that great calamity back then, this array wasn’t as impenetrable as before, and by the seventh day, the array began to tremble.

"This Relic Tower, unseen for likely thousands of years, has accumulated so much power within."

Ye Qingchen sighed softly, "It seems I’ve underestimated White Horse Temple’s foundation. Perhaps only three more years are needed for me to completely restore my life force!"

In the blink of an eye.

Three months had passed.

During these three months, Ye Qingchen remained seated before the Relic Tower. His originally silver-white hair began to subtly turn black, representing a significant recovery of his life force.

In the meantime, Han Buxiu and others were exploring the entire secret realm. The secret realm held immense Spiritual Qi, and untouched for centuries, it housed numerous Spiritual Treasures, making it a rare cultivation sanctuary for them.

Meanwhile.

On Bodhi Mountain.

A group seemed to be searching for something.

"Master Chen, is the old Buddhist site really here?"

Everyone looked at an elderly man with swollen eyes, a frail body, and a withered demeanor. This old man held a star disk, calculating with the sun, moon, and stars, using Gold Division and Positioning to find a location.

Upon hearing the inquiry, the old man’s gaze stayed on the star disk, solemnly saying:

"This mountain is named Bodhi Mountain. I once read in a classic that this was once a Buddhist Sacred Land. If it’s not within this mountain, it should be hidden within some secret realm!"

"Secret realm!"

The crowd’s eyes brightened upon hearing this.

At the previous Martial Arts Conference.

The Buddhist Relic entered the spotlight for the first time. Although nobody knew what use the Relic had exactly, witnessing Vajra Temple’s persistent pursuit hinted that it was no ordinary treasure.

Conveniently.

A legend always circulated that Bodhi Mountain was a Buddhist Sacred Land, prompting several factions to join forces for exploration.

"Found it!"

Suddenly.

The old man surnamed Chen’s eyes shone brightly, holding the star disk and grasping a Demon-Subduing Pestle, striking toward the void.

"Boom!"

A rumbling sound.

And a massive passage appeared out of thin air. Seeing this, everyone hurriedly rushed into it. Within mere breaths, the passage disappeared, leaving only the vast mountains.