Remould the Glory of Sword Art-Chapter 1230 - 45: Chi Chanzi (Part 2)

And now, the dream is finally fulfilled.

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The Red Pearl Cicada Country is the most renowned Pocket World of the Buddhist sect.

Its status is equivalent to the "Xuanshui Cave Heaven" of Da Sui Sword Palace, or the "Heavenly Origin Secret Realm" of the Taoist sect.

The Zen Master has secluded himself here.

Although Fan Yin Temple has not yet announced the Zen Master’s death to the world... many have already guessed the truth.

The three strongest figures of that year, who were neck and neck.

Zhao Chunyang and Xiao Yaozi have already appeared.

But the Zen Master remains untraceable.

In these two years, the temples of Fan Yin Temple, except the Main Sect, have been reduced by ninety percent by the Iron Cavalry. Encountering such changes, the Zen Master still doesn’t show up... if it isn’t death, what else could it be?

Only to see.

The vast Buddha Country, shrouded in Holy Light, like being enveloped in a thick fog...

This should have been a scene of sacred grandeur, but at this moment it inexplicably exudes an aura of withered silence and desolation.

Xie Xuanyi stepped into the Buddha Country.

The first thing he saw was not far ahead, a skeleton as white as jade.

The skeleton remains seated, posture very correct.

However...

The owner of the skeleton has been dead for a long time.

Time has stripped away all the flesh from this skeleton, but could not age it, damage it, or produce a single trace of wear.

Perhaps it is because of practicing Buddhist Law in life.

The position of the skull of this skeleton.

A faint light fire burns.

"This is ’Shi Chanzi’."

A calm voice sounded from behind Xie Xuanyi.

"He was the first disciple taken in by my Master, he’s my senior brother. Lived to be one hundred and one years old, willingly entered the Red Pearl Cicada Country, burnt out his flesh and blood."

Xie Xuanyi slowly turned his head.

He saw a scene that made one’s heart tremble.

Only to see the thick fog swaying and breaking, a long path gradually laid out and outlined, at both ends of this road drawn by Holy Light and fog, lamps are burning one by one. Of course, these lamps are not lamps, but skeletons maintaining an upright posture, meditating and burning.

On the tops of these skulls, Buddhist chanting lingers, turning into runes, igniting the void fire.

At the end of the path.

Sits a young monk.

Chi Chanzi is younger than Xie Xuanyi imagined.

Two hundred years have passed.

Because he has already Condensed Dao Yang God, time has left no trace on the face of this Great Virtue of the Buddhist sect. He was born with an innocent child’s face, but because he has lived too long, his clear eyes emit a faint sorrow. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Counting the previous Shi Chanzi.

The long path has a total of eleven lamps, eleven skeletons.

The Zen Master has eleven disciples in total.

These void lamps, skeletons... correspond one by one to them.

"..."

Xie Xuanyi suddenly understood the source of this sorrow. He had seen the exact same sorrow in Xuan Ming’s eyes.

Witnessing one’s own relatives, brothers, leave this world one by one, while being powerless oneself...

This should be the most painful thing in the world.

Partings due to life and death are the greatest iron law of the world.

Even Heavenly People cannot stop this iron law.

Xuan Ming in the Primordial Swallowing Sacred Realm, saw off all his "old friends".

Chi Chanzi... likewise.

In the era two or three hundred years ago, when Primordial Energy was exhausted, wanting to Condense Dao was an even harder task than ascending to heaven.

Even though these senior brothers had extraordinary talents.

But in the end, they all failed, only he succeeded.

"Senior."

Xie Xuanyi respectfully spoke.

He stood at the entrance of the long path, looking at Chi Chanzi in a big red monk robe, at the end of the long path, behind Chi Chanzi, the origin of the mist, seemed to place a huge coffin.

Is that... the Zen Master’s coffin?

"Xie Xuanyi, we meet again."

Chi Chanzi forced a smile: "Congratulations to you, for living to this day... it truly is no easy feat..."

The last meeting.

Should be twenty years ago?

Xie Xuanyi’s eyes swept over with a complex expression.

Over these twenty years, indeed a lot has happened, returning alive from the North Sea, was not an easy feat.

"The moon waxes till it wanes, the Dao wanes till it waxes."

Xie Xuanyi spoke softly: "The Zen Master’s parting words, Xuanyi still remembers in my heart. This phrase, very useful."

"Is that so..."

Chi Chanzi slowly stood up.

He suddenly asked: "Do you know why I want to meet you today?"

This question, Xie Xuanyi had thought about.

Is it because of the affair at Xuanbei Pass, since he showed up, a thank you?

No.

Unlikely.

Not to say Chi Chanzi "does not understand gratitude", but simply thanking would not be so tight-lipped. Even Mi Yun does not know the true purpose of this meeting.

Thinking... there must be more important matters.

"Please speak directly, Senior."

Xie Xuanyi seriously responded.

"This Red Pearl Cicada Country, enshrines the successive sages and Great Virtues of the Buddhist sect."

Chi Chanzi looked around, he did not directly answer the question, but slowly said: "It’s like your ’Xuanshui Cave Heaven’... what you see now is a common cave heaven within the Red Pearl Cicada Country, independently opened by my Master, it’s only three miles in radius, not very big."

Three miles in radius, it is indeed not big.

"This cave heaven... including me, will have a total of twelve skeletons."

Chi Chanzi smiled, continued: "You’ve seen before, I have already introduced him. Shi Chanzi, my senior brother... back then he was the strongest disciple under my Master, when he entered this cave heaven, he had already mastered three Divine Skills, Yin God Great Perfection, just a tiny bit away from Condensing Dao."

Xie Xuanyi listened intently.

He knew the difficulty of cultivating the Buddhist Six Divine Powers...

Mastering three Divine Skills, according to normal reasoning, already qualified to battle a Great Cultivator of the Yang God Realm.

And also Yin God Great Perfection.

This Shi Chanzi, was simply robust beyond bounds!

Such a person, also could not break through the shackles of the era, and promote to Yang God?

"Second senior brother ’Jia Chanzi’s strength was somewhat lacking."

"Twenty-first Realm of Yin Spirit, just a hair’s breadth from Great Perfection..."

"However, when he entered the cave heaven, he was still quite young, not yet seventy years old."

At seventy years old and at the Twenty-first Realm of Yin Spirit, the age is not considered large.

Wait another 60 years.

Maybe wait for another wave of fortune, can complete the promotion!

Chi Chanzi continued to speak, introducing his former senior brothers one by one, Xie Xuanyi listened intently, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

Three hundred years ago, there aren’t many people who remember the past.

History will only remember the "strongest" of an era.

Another thousand years, when mentioning Da Sui Sword Palace, everyone will only remember "Zhao Chunyang", "Xiao Yaozi"...

As for Zhao Tongtian, Chong Kan...

Hardly anyone will remember.

The disciples under the Zen Master, belong to those strong ones forgotten by the era. They died too early, and were too low-key, thus they were drowned early by the tides, leaving no trace. After Chi Chanzi’s introduction, Xie Xuanyi finally realized something was wrong... Apart from Shi Chanzi, these strong ones, at least more than half of the remaining ten disciples, had the opportunity to attempt to break through to the Yang God Realm.

Although success or failure were still unknown.

But it definitely shouldn’t be... to die so casually.

"Looks like you have guessed it..."

Chi Chanzi kept watching Xie Xuanyi’s eyes.

He smiled and said: "These senior brothers of mine, all willingly entered the Red Pearl Cicada Country, willingly ignited their Life Fire."

"Because... Zen Master?"

Xie Xuanyi subconsciously looked towards the coffin at the end of the void, spoke with a complex expression.

These skeletons are dead.

But their skulls are turned towards, looking at the end of the path.

Clearly.

When igniting their Life Fire, burning everything, they were all looking at that coffin...

"Yes."

"You could say, a small part of the reason, was for the Master."

Chi Chanzi paused, then smiled and explained: "Don’t misunderstand, the Buddhist sect is different from those evil cults. We all willingly burn our lives and sacrifice... although our strength is meager, if it could help the Master a little more, the Master can save more people in the Divine Travel of the River of Destiny."

"So..."

"The remaining large part of the reason, is for the people of the world."

Xie Xuanyi had not expected to hear the words Divine Travel from Chi Chanzi’s mouth.

He suddenly realized.

This last closed disciple of the Zen Master probably knows most of what happened on that River of Destiny!