Starting as a God-Emperor by Intercepting Destiny

0042 Grandmaster-level combat power, a tremendous harvest.

The backlash from the profound energy caused Long Lou to die.

This resulted in an unexpected delight: the remains were completely intact.

Even a grandmaster would find it difficult to obtain such a perfect set of grandmaster remains.

A grandmaster would never tolerate humiliation; he would rather die than submit, even at the cost of self-destruction.

Long Lou died from the backlash of the formation, which ironically benefited Zhao Jing.

Bao'er took out the corpse.

It is indeed a dragon tower.

His defining characteristic is that he's ugly.

In the game, this lewd fat guy's favorite place is a brothel.

The courtesan, however, refused to serve him, even with money.

This infuriated Longlou.

To persuade him to come out of seclusion in the game, you need to invite the top ten courtesans and shout in unison:

"Lord Longlou, you are truly a handsome man of the world."

Now, this ugly face is incredibly handsome in Zhao Jing's eyes.

That's fantastic, absolutely perfect.

Normal zombies can hardly regain their pre-death combat strength.

Zhao Jing was manipulating Li Shuo, but Li Shuo couldn't even unleash one-tenth of his full strength.

It was all thanks to the gift of the Blood God.

When Yuwen Zhe was seriously injured, all his sword energy disappeared.

The Dragon Tower is different.

His consciousness was simply shattered by the mystical force, turning him into a vegetable.

If one can control it, one will possess the combat power of a grandmaster.

The situation will improve significantly.

Then what are you hesitating for?

Zhao Jing channeled his profound energy, forcefully pouring it into Longlou's sea of ​​consciousness.

Let it be used by me.

As the saying goes, when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out.

Grandmasters are different.

The Divine Court's secret treasures have been opened, and with the help of the Nine Heavens Gale, essence, energy, and spirit are combined.

The remaining will of the罡气 (罡气 is a type of internal energy) clashed violently with the玄力 (玄力 is a

True Qi repels all foreign substances.

The protective energy blocks the invasion of spirits.

Zhao Jing glimpsed the memories.

"Master, you're outdated."

"I want to innovate my methods, rob imperial tombs, and reach the pinnacle."

"No one knows more about tomb raiding than me."

"I will write books and plunder all the tombs in the world."

"Hahaha!"

Long Lou's life was a life of tomb raiding.

He enjoyed tomb raiding, digging up treasures, making a fortune, and squandering it recklessly.

They euphemistically call it: turning dead money into live money.

His merits are immeasurable.

He also donated 300,000 taels of silver to Longhua Temple in exchange for the status of a lay elder.

Whether Buddha will protect us or not is another matter.

However, Long Lou's carefree life had one flaw: excessive indulgence made it difficult for him to become a master.

He had thought he had no hope of becoming a grandmaster, but unexpectedly, good fortune came his way—

"Young Master Yuwen is so generous."

"This Gangyu has long been monopolized by powerful families, major martial arts sects, and the imperial court."

"It's hard for a rogue cultivator to get even one piece, and you're giving me three."

"Speak, what do you want?"

Yuwen Yi smiled:

"Of course, it's what you've always wanted: to plunder the imperial tombs."

With a generous reward, Longlou agreed.

If we fail, we can simply escape using earth magic.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jing broke the formation too quickly, and before he could use earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of escape technique), he died and his life was extinguished.

Zhao Jing glanced at the memories of death briefly, then was repelled by the protective energy.

Boom!

A fierce storm arose from the corpse.

The fierce wind annihilated Zhao Jingxuan's power, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

"Your Highness!"

Bao'er exclaimed in surprise and quickly channeled her inner energy to defend herself.

"It's alright."

Zhao Jing retreated in time and was spared from any backlash.

It's just that some blood and qi are rushing upwards.

A master is a master.

It is like a fallen giant elephant, which ants cannot shake.

"Your Highness, shall we accept this?"

Bao'er made the suggestion.

Zhao Jing shook his head and smiled:

"No need."

"The offerings here are all there; we just need to make a few changes."

Are all the offerings complete?

Bao'er was a little confused.

Aren't there corpses all around?

Zhao Jing pointed at the corpse:

"The Qiankun Locking Dragon Formation utilizes the bloodline of the Zhao family descendants to pray for the blessings of their ancestors and obtain profound power."

"For a normal sacrificial ceremony, it must either be held on the designated sacrificial day, or the officiant must be skilled in the art of libation."

"Only the Blood God, a deity that is both righteous and evil, would accept casual sacrifices."

"The Dragon Tower now retains a complete array, which can help me summon the power of my ancestors."

"Why not take advantage of it?"

Sacrifices are solemn.

Formal sacrificial rites not only have strict regulations regarding the date, but also require corresponding etiquette and cultivation.

Therefore, only those esoteric masters who can hold large-scale sacrificial ceremonies are called libationers.

Zhao Jing used human sacrifice to transcend etiquette and obtain the Blood God's profound power.

Bao'er suddenly realized, but was a little worried:

"Your Highness, isn't it dangerous?"

Zhao Jing smiled and said:

"When we broke through the formation just now, Zhao Chuan was unharmed, but Long Lou died."

"As for the enemy, Yujing is quite lively right now."

"Bao'er, you may leave now."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Bao'er immediately felt relieved and retreated to the rear to be on guard.

Zhao Jing lit the incense left by Zhao Chuan and, like him, offered his prayers.

"Our ancestors are above us."

"The unworthy descendant Zhao Jing hereby submits a memorial to his ancestors."

"Now that the royal family has suffered a catastrophe, the descendants urgently need power to take control of the Grandmaster's remains."

"Please, ancestors, help me!"

Zhao Jing borrowed the altar, performed ancient rituals, and sincerely prayed.

Sure enough, the surrounding skeletons emitted a faint glow.

The remains here are all descendants of the Zhao family, the offspring of various kings.

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The imperial family of Dayong could only harness the power of their ancestors through the Imperial Seal.

No one may steal it.

There is only one exception.

That means one's descendants will suffer misfortune.

Now that the royal bloodline has been almost completely lost, this allows the sacrificial rituals to achieve their maximum effect.

The Dragon Tower cleverly designed the Qiankun Locking Dragon Formation, the core of which was its rare descendants.

If only Zhao Jing remains of the royal family.

Even without a coronation ceremony or the imperial seal, the ancestors will surely do their utmost to protect us.

This is the continuation of the family line.

As expected, a massive amount of profound energy descended from the sky.

Although it was far less powerful than when Longlou presided over the grand formation, it was still enormous enough for Zhao Jing.

The vast amount of profound energy quickly filled Zhao Jing's holy seal, making him feel as if it was about to overflow.

The consumed power has been replenished.

However, he was unable to progress and remained a cultivator without the next stage of cultivation techniques.

The introductory chapter of the Great Dream Floating Buddha True Scripture has reached its limit.

At that moment, the pagoda shone brightly.

Maitreya Buddha, who had been watching Zhao Jing closely, reappeared, intending to transform the sacred seal into a Buddhist seal.

Compared to the Blood God, those who are closer to the source have an advantage.

Maitreya Buddha nodded with a smile:

"Benefactor, would you like the next chapter of the Great Dream Floating Pagoda True Scripture?"

Zhao Jing, however, was not in a hurry.

He simply gazed at the remains around him and said softly:

"Venerable One, please hear me out."

Maitreya Buddha with hands clasped in prayer:

"Please speak, benefactor."

Zhao Jing's gaze sharpened as he looked at the surrounding remains:

There is a Buddhist story called "the charnel ground".

"In Sanskrit, it means 'place where corpses are abandoned'."

"High-ranking Buddhist monks will examine bones and corpses in order to break free from attachment to self."

"Understanding that all things in the world will eventually decay and are not permanent"

"Yesterday's imperial grandsons and nobles, today's withered bones and remains."

Wealth and fame are like fleeting clouds.

"This scene is just like a charnel ground."

Zhao Jing knew that the stupa would be connected to Maitreya Buddha.

The Maitreya lineage, the second strongest magic weapon, is about to transform into a Dao artifact.

If he needs higher-level cultivation techniques, the pagoda will gradually bestow them upon him.

The law should not be passed on lightly.

Longhua Temple intends to gradually bind Zhao Jing to their cause, making plans for the future.

Zhao Jing, on the other hand, wanted to eliminate the opponent's bargaining chips.

Maitreya Buddha responded calmly:

"If you possess the potential for wisdom, why not take refuge in the Buddha?"

Zhao Jing shook his head and smiled slightly, then continued:

"The World Honored One has allowed this young man to finish speaking."

"Why would this Buddhist sect's ultimate technique possess the ability to refine corpses and manipulate remains?"

"Because this is the contemplation of impurity, one of the methods of Buddhist practice."

"If you make a mistake, you will fall into the demonic path, take pleasure in manipulating corpses, and become a member of the Impermanence Sect or the White Bone Sect."

"When one is enlightened, one perceives impermanence and transforms impure places into pure lands and sacred sites."

"Whether I give or not, I can comprehend the Dharma."

"It's just a matter of time."

For the past seventeen years, Zhao Jing has been studying diligently.

The inability to cultivate martial arts does not mean that one cannot learn the profound principles of martial arts.

Therefore, he could quote the Diamond Sutra to debate with Maitreya Buddha.

It's possible now.

People cannot live without learning.

The pagoda shimmered with light, and a sigh echoed:

"Good man, good man."

"Does the benefactor truly not wish to convert?"

Even if the restoration of the nation fails, there is still a way out.

It's not Maitreya Buddha speaking now; it's Abbot Chen.

He was able to reconnect with Zhao Jing despite the vast distance by having Maitreya descend to earth.

Zhao Jing's life was full of ups and downs.

Yesterday's imperial grandson, today's criminal.

Such a tortuous fate is most suitable for practicing the "Great Dream Floating Pagoda True Scripture".

Shakyamuni was a prince, which is why he was able to understand more profoundly that worldly glory and wealth are of no good.

Only when you have it can you let it go.

In addition, Zhao Jing also has knowledge of Buddhism, which makes him a perfect fit.

As long as he has martial spirit, he can comprehend the Dao in an instant.

Now that Yujing is awash in blood, I don't know how Zhao Jing did it, but that doesn't stop Master Chen from extending further invitations.

There won't be another chance next time.

The pagoda is about to be completely refined by Zhao Jing.

Master Liaochen couldn't resist inviting him again.

Zhao Jing still refused:

"If I were the emperor, I would govern all the heroes and not allow any one family to become too powerful."

Zhao Jing wasn't afraid of the Buddhist sect turning against him, but the biggest taboo when betting on the Taoist tradition was to go all in.

Otherwise, if the dynasty collapses, the traditional moral order will also perish.

The more exhilarating the prosperity, the more devastating the reckoning.

Maitreya Buddha has already given the Princess a sacred mark, and the Buddhist sect will still give Zhao Jing a small investment.

Asking questions means you have a connection with Buddhism.

The remaining consciousness of Master Liaochen uttered a Buddhist chant:

"Namo Maitreya Buddha!"

"Since you possess wisdom, the Buddhist community should naturally pass on its teachings to help you attain enlightenment."

This time, it's not a fragmented chapter, but a complete martial arts manual.

The more Zhao Jing demonstrated his talent, the more Master Liaochen, a fence-sitter, would secretly increase his investment.

The question is, it's something Li Shuo lost.

What does it have to do with him?

As for the Longmen Escort Agency, let's leave that aside for now; Master Chen is currently busy sealing off the Red Sun.

Even if Master Liaochen found out, it was the Seven Seas Alliance's doing, and Zhao Jing was still completely innocent.

Therefore, Master Liaochen finally sent the scriptures.

While reading the scriptures, Zhao Jing sent a massive amount of profound energy to Maitreya Buddha as an offering.

With a loud bang.

The next second, Zhao Jing broke through to the cultivator level and became a libationer.

The Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree.

Zhao Jing attained enlightenment in the charnel ground.

The surrounding corpses and the fate of the royal palace were merely the foundation for his enlightenment.

With such a mindset, cultivating mystical arts would naturally lead to instant ascension.

Within two days, he broke through three realms.

Appalling.

Cultivators are capable of performing mystical arts.

The libationer is able to hold sacrificial rites.

He can leave his mark on everything.

The remains of Longlou became obedient.

The Grandmaster-level expert is mine.