Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

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This trip to the Flesh Hall ended with everyone who entered, apart from Yi Chen himself, Yun Shan's three disciples, Jin Hua Granny, and a few unlucky ones who had entered earlier, all perishing.

For a moment, Yi Chen's heart was filled with sighs.

Given the strangeness of the Blood Flesh Buddha, even cultivators in the late stage of entering the path may not be able to handle it as swiftly and adequately as he did. After all, everyone has their specialization, and hexagonal warriors like him, without any shortcomings, were extremely rare in the world of cultivation, even unique, like a scorpion's dung.

Every aspect of his abilities was natural bane.

After collecting his thoughts, Yi Chen, with tears in his eyes, performed the task. With a sweep of his large hand, he gathered the storage rings and spirit beast bags of Yun Shan's three disciples and Jin Hua Granny into his possession.

With a smile, Yi Chen gazed far into the distance across the square, his eyes sweeping across the scattered flesh and blood on the ground, looking for anything that might have been overlooked. At that moment, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

A shriveled purple piece of flesh suddenly caught his eye.

"Is this the Buddha flesh mentioned by the Blood Flesh Buddha?"

"But wasn't the Blood Flesh Buddha already dead?"

Brandishing his long halberd, Yi Chen slowly walked toward the direction where the shriveled purple flesh had fallen.

With each step he took.

Upon landing.

The ground instantly ignited a circle of golden flames, which rippled outwards, causing the flesh on the ground to emit the aroma of roasted meat, before turning black, charred, and finally to ash.

With every step Yi Chen took, a circle of golden flames would burst forth, spreading in waves; if one were to look down from above the square, it would look like blossoming flowers in full bloom.

In the midst of the blazing flames, a tall Daoist figure arrived at the location of the shriveled purple flesh.

By then, all the flesh on the square had been incinerated by the golden flames; ordinary flesh turned to ash, yet among the ashes, sparse shriveled purple chunks still bore a faint life force.

The golden flames, like all rivers running into the sea, retracted into Yi Chen's cultivation body, and he stared at the largest piece of shriveled purple flesh on the ground, his heart filled with doubts.

He had thought that the purple flesh was the original cultivation body of the Blood Flesh Buddha, but now it seemed that the truth was much more complex than he had expected.

No doubt the Blood Flesh Buddha was dead, and his mystical ability had already been acquired by Deep Red Points, and yet the shriveled purple flesh on the ground was still preserving a weak vitality.

"It seems now that the Blood Flesh Buddha was merely using a technique to house his divided consciousness in this purple flesh."

"The myriad of strange abilities he displayed must also have been through the aid of this bizarre purple flesh."

A thought emerged in Yi Chen's mind, followed by even more questions.

"What exactly is this Buddha flesh? How did he obtain it? Before the Blood Flesh Buddha's mutation, was he a monk from the Cycle Temple?"

"And who is the master he mentioned?"

If he couldn't understand, then he set it aside for the time being.

"Forget it, let's focus on the task at hand first."

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With a wave of his hand, Yi Chen's mysterious power enveloped the entire square, causing the shriveled purple flesh on the ground to converge towards his palm, instantly fusing back together.

Compared to the size when the Blood Flesh Buddha controlled it, the purple flesh had shrunk to roughly one-third of its original size, indicating that Yi Chen's earlier extreme moves had indeed damaged this bizarre flesh.

"Pipi Bao, come here."

Focusing, Yi Chen called out coldly, and the crimson leopard obeyed loyally and ran over.

The fur of the crimson leopard was now even more blood-red, and its fierce aura enveloped its entire body.

Yi Chen's gaze lingered on it, his expression turning peculiar for a moment.

All the cultivators who had come in had died, and in the end, it was a leopard that had reaped a huge benefit, ascending in a single step.

Although there was a great hidden danger with the leopard, Yi Chen had previously stuffed two-thirds of the Blood Flesh Buddha's purple flesh into the leopard's stomach, which made the leopard's cultivation soar to a level comparable to Xu Wuxie,

And with the fusion progressing, the leopard's strength continued to grow rapidly.

After some thought, Yi Chen still decided to seal the purple flesh in a jade box, suppressed by a Thunder Condemning Jade, to erode it away.

This bizarre Buddha flesh was too strange and perilous, like a ticking time bomb; he did not want to take the risk. However, he could keep the crimson leopard.

Brave Pipi Bao, unafraid of difficulties; there were surely many places in the Extinction Ruins where he could make use of the leopard.

With the two Soul Steel Seals set as a foundation to stabilize the situation and to help Pipi Bao resist the chaotic will within the purple flesh, he believed it would not lose control. Even if it did, with the leopard's current strength, it would hardly pose a threat to him.

Just then, another twist occurred.

Above the square, the dim sky flickered like a projection, with white cracks flashing across it.

The pillars that supported the temple suddenly began to collapse, one after another, like dominoes, toppling quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the front hall had fallen into ruins.

"Damn, my blood of origin."

If it wasn't profitable, it was a loss!

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In his impatience, Yi Chen immediately put the Deep Red Leopard into the spirit beast bag he had obtained from Yun Shan, and with a flash of his body, he immediately fled towards the grand hall behind him.

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Fine rain began to fall from the sky.

Outside a field of broken walls and ruins stood a tall Daoist, chanting scriptures for the dead.

By his side was a blood-colored gourd that Yi Chen had managed to grab just before the collapsing destruction of the Flesh Palace.

A short while later, after putting away the gourd, Yi Chen continued his journey towards the deep and mysterious clouds ahead.

Of course, he was now riding the Deep Red Leopard.

It could be said that now, after the transformation by the purple flesh mass, the Deep Red Leopard's body had long transcended its original species. It possessed immense strength, its claws and teeth were wrapped in evil energies, and changing its body size at will was no trouble at all.

This was a unique creation resulted from a chance coincidence between the purple flesh mass and the mind imprint ability; even if Yi Chen were given another opportunity, he might not be able to replicate the success.

Unlike his smarter Miao Zi, the Deep Red Leopard's mentality was as simple as that of a three-year-old child, clearly indicating that its potential couldn't match that of his "good big son". Such transformation was truly a stroke of good fortune.

"If my prediction isn't wrong, this Buddha flesh itself possesses abilities. It's because the Flesh Buddha occupies it that it can exhibit all sorts of wonders."

"This person has separated their spirit into fragments, nurturing them within the body. There might be two reasons for this."

"The first is that this method could rapidly cultivate the growth of the purple flesh mass, making it stronger."

"As for the second possibility,"

Thinking of the second possibility, Yi Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

"If the Buddha flesh accumulates to a certain quantity and is preserved for a long time, a new will might be born or activated, challenging the host's mental will. To reduce the pressure, the Flesh Buddha may have resorted to division."

"Even more, large pieces of Buddha flesh might be able to command the smaller ones."

With this thought, a glint of understanding flashed through Yi Chen's eyes.

He hadn't forgotten the scene where the Flesh Buddha called upon the purple flesh that he subdued.

Post-battle analysis was always a necessary part of Yi Chen's routine, forming bold hypotheses and cautiously verifying them.

"Buddha flesh, is it only found within the flesh palaces?"

"What kind of secrets lie behind those creatures?"

For a moment, Yi Chen felt as though a great net was cast over the sky of the Extinction Ruins, and he had a vague feeling that the Buddha flesh was involved in more than just the destruction of the Reincarnation Temple; it might even be related to a greater secret.

"Forget it, if my strength isn't sufficient, what's the use of knowing the secrets behind it? The more a chess piece knows, the less happy it will be. Let's just go with the flow."

"The Extinction Ruins, despite being fraught with peril, are indeed a treasure trove. The risks and rewards coexist. Hopefully, this trip will yield enough Deep Red Points needed for breaking through the sixteenth layer of the True Technique."

With this thought, Yi Chen took a blood-colored gourd into his hands and began to play with it. It was the Primeval Blood he had obtained from the Flesh Palace.

There were ten drops in total.

The Primeval Blood emanated a tempting fragrance, crimson like blood, round like bloody bodhi seeds, with an aura of sacredness. Indeed, it was a miracle of creation that such a treasure could be born in such an evil place.

The moment he opened it, Yi Chen's Cultivation Body became restless, and every cell in his body sent out signals of greed, seemingly craving this substance.

For a time, it was as if he had a hundred claws scratching his heart.

"My Cultivation Body is unique, with an extremely strong exclusivity. Even the Flesh Buddha, wanting to parasitize me with the flesh spore, was transformed into nourishment."

"There is no warning from the Cultivation Body; instead, there's a strong desire. Why not give it a try?"

With a thought, Yi Chen took out a drop and gently tasted it.

Hiss! A warm current that wasn't weak at all suddenly blossomed within Yi Chen's Cultivation Body. His spirit was instantly revitalized, and he even felt his physique and mind were somewhat strengthened.

After a close examination, the thirty-six golden figures within his acupoints opened their eyes simultaneously, their golden light piercing throughout his body. Finding no abnormality, Yi Chen finally put his mind at ease.

One by one, the drops of Primeval Blood were consumed by him.

Halfway through his tea, a divine light flashed across Yi Chen's eyes, his aura grew under the surge of emotions, causing his robe to flutter slightly behind him.

"This gourd of Primeval Blood actually increased all four of my attributes—strength, constitution, spirit, and agility—by three points each. With the cup running over, I have now reached the Agility-Breaking Realm," he realised.

At the thought, Yi Chen summoned his own virtual panel.

Agility: 200, {Agility-Breaking Realm four times: Swift lv4, Space-Breaking lv3, Shadow lv2, Overwhelming lv1 (accumulating momentum while moving, speed gradually increases by 1% every second, reaching peak after twenty seconds.)}

"Not bad, my weakness has once again been made up for quite a bit."@@novelbin@@

A sound of pleasure came from Yi Chen's mouth as he spurred on the leopard, laughing aloud, "Pipi Bao, let's go!"