Cultivation Begins with Skill Points - Chapter 517 - 518: I, Zhong Lin

Chapter 517: Chapter 518: I, Zhong Lin

“Azure Dragon Nirvana, Death withering.”

Zhong Lin’s eyes were filled with darkness, full of void and indifference, as if no light in the world could pierce the blackness.

Instantly, a pure black dragon claw, glowing with the flames of death, reached out toward Ming Xin and Shou Jing.

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

Ming Xin and Shou Jing let out a miserable scream and were sent flying. Their bodies were wrapped in a thick layer of Black Water. The death energy contained in this attack was thick as water, directly pouring into their bodies, washing through their limbs and every meridian.

Having comprehended the Life and Death Realm, when Zhong Lin cast Azure Dragon Nirvana again, he had a deeper understanding. Its power was even more terrifying, the death energy within it even thicker.

Strictly speaking, the Azure Dragon Nirvana within the Azure Dragon Eight Forms is something that only Martial Artists of the Life and Death Realm can wield. Pure death energy can only be borne by Martial Artists of the Life and Death Realm who have cultivated the Undying Body.

Earlier, Zhong Lin had forcibly comprehended the “Azure Dragon Nirvana” to perfection with the help of the System Panel. Even so, upon execution, his Dragon Scales burst open, shattering to pieces, and blood splattered.

That was because his physical body could not withstand the powerful death energy of the Azure Dragon Eight Forms.

But now, not only is his body strong, his comprehension of the Life and Death Conception allows him to employ Azure Dragon Nirvana with pure death energy, and its power is even greater. Just a single strike rendered Ming Xin and Shou Jing, two Vajra Arhats of the Fifth Layer Heaven in the Life and Death Realm, powerless.

“Damn it!”

The Chuandeng Monk, who had been waiting quietly on the side, didn’t expect such a reversal within just a few breaths. Now, he could no longer just stand by and watch.

“Buddha has mercy, benefactor has fallen into delusion, please stop.”

Finished speaking, the Chuandeng Monk’s figure trembled, suddenly engulfed in a torrent of Buddha Light, countless ancient golden Sanskrit soared into the sky, forming a gigantic Buddha palm. The five massive golden fingers, like pillars supporting the heavens, surged with pure Yang and unwavering power, descending upon Zhong Lin with the might of a thunderbolt.

“Monk, do you think you can catch me?”

Zhong Lin’s body soared into the sky, and the “White Crane Soaring” from the Shape and Spirit Boxing Skill was executed to perfection, easily dodging the golden Buddha palm’s grasp.

In the face of the Unmatched Martial Arts of the Undying Evil Emperor, even the old monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Holy Land could do nothing but sigh in helplessness.

“Buddha has mercy.”

The Chuandeng Monk’s face remained expressionless. The giant hand composed of countless golden Sanskrit lightly dispersed the spatial storm carried by Zhong Lin’s White Crane Soaring, relentlessly pursuing him with incredible speed.

However, Zhong Lin was no longer flickering, jumping, or galloping. He simply stepped out, majestically, carrying an unparalleled might as if pressing down from the firmament.

Boom!

In an instant, a vast ocean of surging Qi-Blood crushed down, covering the entire sky.

And in that single step, his body suddenly expanded, filling all the space.

At this moment, although Zhong Lin’s body had not changed, in everyone’s eyes, he seemed to stand between heaven and earth, grand and incredible.

In a daze, it seemed as if they saw a terrifying being stepping on mountains and rivers, surrounded by the sun, moon, and stars.

Descending to the world.

Boom!

The air within thousands of miles in front of him was brutally compressed by a domineering body, and fierce winds howled, tearing through the void.

Amidst the rolling waves of Fist Intent, Zhong Lin’s arm shot upward, fist clenched, and a move of the Form and Spirit Fist roared toward the Chuandeng Monk.

Rumble!

From that moment on, the omnipresent thunder across the world shattered under this fist.

The Chuandeng Monk could no longer maintain his previous composure, his Buddhist serenity shattered.

Placing his palms together before his chest, a giant golden shadow of a Buddha manifested behind him, the majestic Buddha seated on a lotus platform, overlooking all beings.

“Before the Buddha, why not kneel?”

Buzzzzz!

In a moment, the entire world was illuminated by golden light, radiating tens of millions of rays, enveloping all corners of the earth.

“Buddha? I’ll hit even the Buddha.”

Zhong Lin’s Fist Intent surged, and the Fist Seal soared up into the sky.

Clearly rising from below, yet the Chuandeng Monk felt a delusion as if a Divine Mountain was collapsing, the lands and rivers were pressing down.

It seemed as if he saw an ancient Great Demon raging and roaring, playing with the sun and moon, manipulating heaven and earth with terrifying divine power.

Rumbling!

Like a catastrophic avalanche, like a volcanic eruption burning the earth, like an annihilative extinction frenzy.

Under this Fist Intent, everything in the world, tangible and intangible, Primordial Qi, sound waves, light, everything groaned, shattered, and roared in despair.

In such terrifying power, only Zhong Lin’s calm and indifferent voice was heard: “What of the Buddha? In this world, who cannot be killed!”

Rumbling!

In the desperate roars of the Chuandeng Monk, his voice was drowned in the turbulent flood of Fist Intent.

Divine might as vast as a prison!

Under a single punch, the Buddha figure dissipated into the sky.

From afar, Kuang Hao, Lan Qihua, and others watching the battle couldn’t help but tremble, while other Martial Artists rushing to witness it all were dumbfounded, their scalps tingling, struggling to control themselves.

Whoosh!

Zhong Lin shook his arm, and the torrential flood of Fist Intent vanished, dropping the broken body of the Chuandeng Monk from the sky, his heaving chest the only indication of life not fully extinguished.

“You… who are you?”

Chuandeng Monk’s eyes widened, staring intently at Zhong Lin.

“Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, Sword Pavilion’s Zhong Lin.”

Zhong Lin stood in the void, eyes sweeping down imposingly, his voice lingering across the sky and the sun.

“It’s him!”

“Do you know who he is?”

“Yes! Recently, you heard about the Sword Slaughter King’s Sealing King Ceremony in the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land! This is the Sword Slaughter King’s junior disciple.”

“Hiss! So it’s him, no wonder he’s the Sword Slaughter King’s junior, indeed, the Sword Pavilion disciple lives up to their reputation.”

“You’re talking about old news. Recently, information from the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land said the Sixth Saint has taken his place, do you know who that is?”

A slender youth Martial Artist with a beardless white face looked fervently at Zhong Lin standing proudly in the void.

“The Sixth Saint has taken their place? The Supreme Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land once said there should be nine Saint Heirs, could it be…”

“Indeed, months ago, His Eminence Zhong Lin broke through the Nine-story Sword Tower, passed the Holy Land’s test, and became the current Sixth Saint.”

Now everyone looked at Zhong Lin with different eyes. If before, the glory of being the Sword Slaughter King’s junior enveloped him, now he himself was dazzling.

In the East Desolation Ten Domains, the Saint Heirs of each Holy Land represent significant authority, not on par with the Sealing King Strong People, but still enough to be called “His Eminence.”

Zhong Lin ignored the idle chatter around him, his figure slowly flying toward the Chuandeng Monk.

“Buddha has mercy.”