Covering the Sky: A Guide to Proving the Dao Without Cheats

Chapter 99 Shakyamuni's Gift of the Sutra—"The Buddha Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand"

Without saying a word, Luo Heng opened all the remaining bottles sealed with divine energy.

A golden jade bottle contained pure golden blood, permeated with the vast and blazing power of the sun.

The other black jade bottle contained a deep, solidified crimson color, exuding a chilling, bone-chilling power of Yin, yet pure and without a trace of impurity.

Upon seeing the two vials of blood, Luo Heng frowned.

He recalled the records in the original work about the two emperors, the Sun and the Moon—

The Sun Emperor died after his transformation failed, but his body was damaged on the way back to Ziwei Star. His flesh was eaten away, leaving only a human skin.

So much so that later, after his deity revived on the Purple Star, he uttered the question: "The Holy Emperor passed away peacefully, his body disappeared, who moved him?"

What about the Taiyin Holy Emperor? On the surface, he perished during an accident while attacking the Path to Immortality.

In retrospect, this accident may have been man-made.

"Was it the work of the Undying Emperor?" Luo Heng muttered.

He continued driving.

Another jade bottle, its blood brimming with overwhelming battle intent, so sharp it seemed capable of shattering the void.

The last bottle contained chaotic-colored blood.

Luo Heng's heart skipped a beat.

He could guess the rest of the way, but this bottle—chaotic substance?

In an instant, countless thoughts surged through his mind, finally locking onto one name: Emperor Venerable.

If my deduction is correct, then the Emperor is indeed a Chaos Body. Therefore, it makes sense that the one who launched the sneak attack when he fought his way to immortality but ultimately failed, and who had his blood on his hands, was the Undying Emperor.

He looked down at the bottle of chaotic-colored blood in his hand and understood everything.

Looking up again, what lay before him was a collection of rare and precious treasures: the Five-Colored Heavenly Blade, three thousand leaves from the Enlightenment Tea Tree, the Divine Ancient Scripture of the Undying Emperor, and these five bottles of the true blood of the Ancient Emperor.

Luo Heng took a deep breath.

This feels like becoming rich overnight.

Luo Heng took a good look at the pile of rare and precious materials in front of him and began to sort and organize them.

He first picked up the Five-Colored Heavenly Blade, which was forged from five kinds of immortal metals, and played with it for a long time, his expression full of struggle.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he directly mobilized the power of the Great Luo Heaven's transformation to completely envelop it.

Watching the five-colored Heavenly Blade being gradually refined and decomposed into Dao patterns in the white Dao fire, his heart ached terribly.

But no way.

Firstly, he found the sword completely unsuitable for him, and secondly, the most important thing to him right now was the Great Luo Heavenly Sword, which was his true weapon for proving his Dao, so he had to invest resources in it first.

If the Great Luo Heaven were to absorb the profound mysteries of five kinds of immortal gold in one go, it would probably be able to reach the Saint King level in no time.

He picked up the branch from the ancient tea tree that had attained enlightenment, thought for a moment, and then inserted it into the divine spring he had brought back from Yaochi.

Although it can't be saved, hydroponics will at least prevent it from drying out in the short term.

Then he took out the Bodhi seed that he had gotten back from Ye Fan earlier.

Looking at the image of the seated Buddha above, Luo Heng's lips curled into a smile.

Without wasting words, he directly released the Devouring Demon Jar, using the power of the Great Luo Heaven to activate the Imperial Weapon to a state of full recovery.

A demolition team led by a monk has arrived; it's time to move.

He mobilized the power of the world and probed into the Bodhi seed without any hesitation.

Almost at the same instant, the dormant lingering thought within the Bodhi seed was awakened.

hum!

The Bodhi seed trembled violently, and a great Buddhist chant resounded, as if a majestic ancient Buddha was reciting scriptures. A vast wave of spiritual energy spread outward, and the phantom of a magnificent Great Thunderclap Temple appeared, with Mount Sumeru suppressing the eternal blue sky, and the Buddha's light almost overflowing this small world.

Luo Heng didn't even frown; he directly mobilized the power of the Devouring Demon Jar.

Strands of dark light surged forth like a vast ocean, slowly eroding that sacred Buddhist land, forcefully pressing all the Buddha's light, chanting, and the illusory image of the precious temple back into the Bodhi seed.

Buzz—

Another low hum.

A phantom image of Buddha appeared on the Bodhi seed, slowly opening its eyes.

He glanced at the Devouring Demon Jar above his head, which had been completely restored, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

His gaze swept over this small world, so magnificent and otherworldly it resembled a fairyland, and a hint of amazement appeared in his eyes. Finally, his gaze settled on Luo Heng.

The illusory image of Buddha smiled, clasped his hands together, and performed a Buddhist salute: "This benefactor is truly a celestial being, having created a small world that resembles a fairyland. Such a grand gesture is something this humble monk has never heard of or seen before. Today has truly broadened my horizons."

Luo Heng remained calm, smiling as he returned the greeting: "Yes, fellow villager. But now you've seen something you shouldn't have, so I certainly can't let you go. Why don't you be more decisive and end it all?"

"Isn't it written in the Buddhist scriptures that one cuts off one's own flesh to feed an eagle and sacrifices one's body to feed a tiger? Today you pass away in this Great Luo Heaven, and perhaps after countless eons, a lineage of Buddhism will be born in this world."

This is an immense act of merit for you.

Upon hearing this, Shakyamuni's lingering resentment flickered slightly in his eyes.

He looked down at the ever-changing, illusory world beneath his feet, then looked up at Luo Heng.

A moment later, he smiled and nodded happily.

With hands clasped together, softly recite: "Goodness."

Then, Dao fire actually ignited around him, his figure gradually faded, and finally turned into specks of light rain, completely dissipating into the world.

Luo Heng was stunned for a moment.

He was just making a joke at the time, teasing the monk, but he didn't expect Shakyamuni to be so honest.

Before he could finish his reflection, a burst of Buddhist light suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Luo Heng's heart skipped a beat—it really wasn't that simple! He was about to activate the Devouring Demon Jar to extinguish the ball of light when he discovered that the Buddhist light didn't explode, but instead slowly condensed into a scripture in the air.

The Buddha Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand

Luo Heng's eyes lit up the moment he saw the first four characters.

However, he did not let his guard down. He carefully checked the scripture and the Great Luo Heaven three times to make sure there were no hidden tricks or tricks before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Buddhist sect is notoriously cunning; if you're not careful, you'll end up getting scammed and have nowhere to turn for help.

Only after he was sure there were no problems did he unfold the scripture and examine it closely.

The more I look at it, the brighter my eyes become.

This great supernatural power seemed tailor-made for him. Luo Heng pondered that if he were to use it in the future, it wouldn't be impossible for him to sweep across the nine heavens and ten earths.

At this moment, Luo Heng had already made a guess about the lingering thoughts about Shakyamuni.

In the original story, Ye Fan only used a wisp of sword energy from the four killing swords of Lingbao Tianzun to directly annihilate this wisp of consciousness. This shows that this remnant spirit was extremely weak and had no chance of resisting.

And what about here?

Within the Great Luo Heaven, external perception is completely isolated.

The fully revived Devouring Demon Jar hung above their heads. Beside it stood Luo Hengyi in the Great Luo Heaven, a saint even more saintly than a saint himself.

Shakyamuni wasn't stupid; he knew he was going to die here today.

But seeing Luo Heng's methods of creating his own immortal realm, he guessed that this person was destined for greatness. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well do a favor and leave behind a scripture to forge a good relationship.

Luo Heng pondered that this guess was probably pretty accurate. But guessing was one thing, and precautions still needed to be taken.

After memorizing the entire "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm" word for word, Luo Heng finally picked up the Bodhi seed.

He took a step and landed on the sacred land that had been specially cleared out to grow the elixir of immortality.

I chose a pleasing spot to bury the Bodhi seeds, and then drew in a stream of divine spring water from the tenth level of the Jade Pool, slowly watering them thoroughly.

A moment later, "click."

A fine crack appeared on the shell of the Bodhi seed.

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