Chapter 665 - 347: Relic! Eighteen Foot Golden Body Technique
Golden light emerged behind Zheng Yi, in a haze appeared a colossal three-headed, six-armed Bright King Dharma Aspect. The Immovable Like a Mountain King Aryaacalan’s Root Seal, resembling a mountain of unimaginable proportions, descended from the sky, suppressing everything below.
The terrifying pressure directly compressed the space, as if this expanse of heaven and earth was suffocated under this gigantic seal.
Immovable Like a Mountain.
The Bright King Suppressing the World.
In an instant, everyone’s heart felt as though it was burdened with a heavy weight, invisible yet leaving them almost breathless.
It was not just a terrifying pressure on the physical level, but also on the spiritual level, as if in that formless, non-material twisted space-time, an unimaginable giant deity cast its gaze.
Where the gaze landed, all things surrendered.
All the Snow Mountain cultivators or ordinary mortals who witnessed this scene couldn’t help but kneel on the ground, praying to the Great Spirit Heaven above.
In the depths of these believers’ minds, all was illusion, only the True God was unique.
The Great Spirit Heaven had many Dharma Aspects, one of which is King Aryaacalan, representing the absolute boundless light, it is both a test for them and a baptism of their inner self.
This was something the Snow Mountain followers could not resist, only accept.
The mighty statue of the Great King Vidya-raja stood atop the peaks of the Snow Mountain, releasing boundless power, without any restraint, from the towering, layered snow peaks.
The pulsating aura spread in all directions, layers of ripples emanating, even below the snow peaks, the people of the tribes could see the brilliant golden light rise like a sun.
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"High Priest, this is the place where generations of Upper Monks meditated..."
"Since the tradition of the Snow Mountain, all the Upper Monks have come here to attain tranquility."
Zheng Yi arrived at a grand structure.
This is where generations of Upper Monks achieved their ends.
Column after column, elliptical in shape, pointed at the top, layered, accumulating upwards into a total of eight tiers, known as the Eight Divisions Massacre, and this cluster of Eight Divisions Massacre Towers is referred to as the Tower Forest.
Generations of Upper Monks of the Snow Mountain lineage, when sensing their imminent demise, would directly come here, have a vacant Eight Divisions Massacre Tower opened up and walk in alone, then seal it off completely, attaining their end inside.
Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth.
Originally without any substance, where can dust alight.
This was also the fundamental technique of the Snow Mountain lineage.
And this Tower Forest, even within the Snow Mountain, is one of the few exceptionally mysterious and sacred places, guarded by top cultivators, where no one of lower status may set foot.
On one hand, this place is extremely sacred, those Upper Monks achieving their ends here hold exalted status, being the ancestral masters of the Snow Mountain lineage through generations.
On the other hand, the Upper Monks achieving their ends, their lowest achieved Cultivation level being the Core Formation Stage, and within the Buddhist sect karma is emphasized, after their corporeal form transforms, it produces something known as a ’Relic’, representing a lifetime of cultivation of that Upper Monk.
The Relic is the supreme treasure of the Snow Mountain lineage.
Its value is immeasurable, also known as the Bodhi of the flesh.
Therefore, this is also called the Relic Tower Forest.
In fact, this place belongs to the secret area of the Snow Mountain, where outsiders are not allowed to come.
Aside from some Upper Monks and high-level figures of the Snow Mountain Divine Temple, others are completely unaware of this place’s existence.
Standing in this area, surrounded by the towering Eight Divisions Massacre Towers, a mysterious atmosphere rushes forth.
Being endowed with the Innate Origin Divine Body, and being a Divine Venerable who has established a Dharma Realm, as soon as Zheng Yi stepped here, he distinctly sensed a fragrance akin to strong incense wafting through the air.
Within this was an indescribably profound aura that stirred the God Sacrifice Technique within him, slowly operating it.
Every Upper Monk of the Snow Mountain lineage who ultimately attained enlightenment would shed their earthy body, returning through transformation—a Relic being their most significant testament.
The cultivation methods of the Snow Mountain’s sect and those of the East Origin Sea Region, and even the cultivators of the Great Yi City Immortal Realm, differ greatly, focusing more on spiritual cultivation, each dedicating themselves to one discipline, often mastering one path, possessing unfathomable power.
And due to their belief in the Great Spirit Heaven, the cultivation techniques of the whole Snow Mountain lineage naturally involve a large amount of Divine Soul Dao cultivation.
Hence, the whole system revolves around incense and the spiritual aspect.
The Divine Dao System developed from this is something even Zheng Yi, a great practitioner of the Divine Soul Dao, found awe-inspiring and greatly enlightening.
"A few hundred relics should suffice!"
"With my current cultivation of King Aryaacalan’s Root Seal, combined with the God Sacrifice Technique, driven by the Innate Origin Divine Body, there is a chance to complete the legendary King Aryaacalan Golden Body Technique, making oneself a god, offering a sacrifice of oneself. This would greatly benefit my future in overcoming the Nascent Soul Tribulation..."
Zheng Yi scanned the entire Relic Tower Forest, his gaze taking in everything in view.
In fact, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. Zheng Yi had reincarnated and been reborn for about a decade. Although his cultivation had deepened with the resources provided by the Great Snow Mountain Lineage, as the anchor of Taiyue Divine Venerable in this world, Zheng Yi had a mysterious divine intuition.
He could feel the increasingly approaching aura of destruction, that strong sense of threat constantly looming over him like a dark cloud.
He understood that the Nascent Soul Stage Celestial Tribulation was drawing closer by the day.
This world was not so kind to him.
Just like the legendary Hongmeng Immortal Body or the Ancient Sacred Body, those with such endowments are born with great luck.
They often endure immense Thunder Tribulations; if they overcome it, the road ahead is smooth. If not, they naturally turn to ash.
Because such constitutions inherently disrupt the rules, once they appear, they involve the power of the world’s internal Celestial Dao Rules of Balance.
Naturally, they would face the Celestial Punishment of Thunder.
And Zheng Yi was deeply entangled with Taiyue Divine Venerable, originally being one entity. Although through reincarnation, he evaded the scrutiny of the Celestial Dao Rules, once he braves the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation, even a wisp of breath revealed would invite a Celestial Punishment tenfold of others.
If he overcomes it, the sky and sea are wide open, the path smooth as a heavenly ladder.
However, Zheng Yi was also aware that the risks were likely not small.
He held no absolute confidence.
This is also why, until now, after leveraging the power of the God Sacrifice Ceremony to connect with Taiyue Divine Venerable’s origin and stepping into the Golden Core Peak, he hasn’t taken another step past the Thunder Pool.
Yet even with his realm suppressed, Zheng Yi knew he didn’t have much time for preparation. The Nascent Soul Tribulation could arrive at any moment.
Thus, he needed to prepare early on. Both the King Aryaacalan Root Seal and the imminent cultivation of the second technique, the Eighteen-foot Golden Body of King Aryaacalan, were preparations for this.
Zheng Yi glanced around the Tower Forest, his powerful Divine Soul Will communicating with the surrounding Buddhist Tower of the Eight Divisions Massacre.
As he estimated roughly through the profound wave of "Hum! Hum!" spreading out, the quantity of relics needed to open his own three hundred and sixty-five acupoints for the Eighteen-foot Golden Body appeared ample.
Upon activating the God Sacrifice Technique, divine power of the circulation infused into Zheng Yi’s body, opening all three hundred and sixty-five acupoints, symbolizing the esoteric path of divine techniques, representing oneself as the cosmos, with three hundred and sixty-five stars, signifying three hundred and sixty-five internal gods.
The acquisitions from one God Sacrifice Ceremony served as real foundational depth for Zheng Yi.
Standing there, his figure cast into a void space, all three hundred and sixty-five acupoints of his body twinkled like stars in the cosmos, exhibiting some mysterious structure of rules.
Streams of light burst from the void-like acupoints, each streaming pull appeared to draw in external elements, filling them within, amassing more powerful forces.
In the Relic Tower Forest, Zheng Yi remained motionless, with the God Sacrifice Technique rotating within his body, the three hundred and sixty-five stars outlining a profound trajectory.
Under Zheng Yi’s deliberate control, a golden glow emerged across his skin, and a majestic divine crown appeared behind him, encircling layer by layer around his head.
"Ah!"
At this moment, Zheng Yi opened his eyes, his pupils transformed into pure gold, emitting two beams of divine light, articulating profound truths, akin to the first sound of Dao that created the universe.
Instantly, a formidable force was released from within, akin to an imposing mountain, suppressing this space completely.
Suddenly, in the space around Zheng Yi’s body, three hundred and sixty-five pathways seemed to materialize, each corresponding to an innate source of the body, symbolizing the three hundred and sixty-five stars in the cosmos, with an intense attraction emanating from within, divine light began to spread and dazzle.
The surging force of attraction directly pulled the relics from the Relic Tower Forest.
Each relic was exceedingly smooth and transparent, with a gentle glow on its surface, a trace of mysterious aura swirling through the air, emitting beams of golden light.
Alongside this, with Zheng Yi chanting Buddhist sounds, a deep resonance frequency arose between his body’s origin and the surrounding relics.
Divine light filled the air, starlight dazzling.
At this moment, each relic seemed to sense something, like birds returning to their nest, without Zheng Yi’s guidance, they directly rushed into his acupoints.
The once empty acupoints were instantly filled with a mysterious, gentle yellow aura.
The gentle glow emanating from the acupoints swiftly spread across Zheng Yi’s entire body, causing his skin to emit divine light, every inch becoming crystal clear, seemingly undergoing some mysterious transformation, entrancing anyone who saw it, feeling its gentle essence.
Meanwhile, in Zheng Yi’s perception, within his body, the God Sacrifice Technique surged wildly, continuously consolidating the initially somewhat hollow power, driving deeper evolution.