1078: Chapter 315: Abysmal Hell_3 1078: Chapter 315: Abysmal Hell_3 East Cloud Mountain seemed like a domain Qing had used, landing beneath his feet, continuously providing him with power.
The power felt somewhat familiar; this great mountain actually carried the aura of Ji Feixue.
As soon as East Cloud Mountain appeared, it immediately repelled the aura of Abysmal Hell and, with a stomp from Qing’s feet, it soared into the sky.
Fast battle, fast decision, don’t aim to achieve honors but to leave!
The Spirit Mountain Fighting Law is not a true life-and-death battle.
It decides victory or defeat but seldom life or death; one can escape from here.
Find a way to break through Spirit Mountain and leave immediately!
Fighting Big Ease is still better done outside.
The four of them working together, steady and methodical, will gradually wear him down to death.
“Open!” Su He shouted loudly, and with a sword beam, he thrust his sword into the sky, ripping apart heaven and earth.
He controlled East Cloud and leaped through the gap, charging out.
Breaking out of Abysmal Hell, East Cloud Mountain hung in midair, and Su He was stunned.
Outside of Abysmal Hell was another Abysmal Hell, like an infinitely looping room that you can’t leave!
“Amitabha Buddha, it turns out my fellow Daoist does not cultivate Buddhist Law and does not even know the essence of Spirit Mountain Fighting Law,” the voice of Big Freedom Bodhisattva echoed in the sky above Abysmal Hell.
Spirit Mountain Fighting Law is not about competing in martial strength; it’s about breaking through the opponent’s Buddhist Law!
If it’s a contest of power, the Divine Skills used in Spirit Mountain are all from Buddhist Monks who ponder Buddhist Law and borrow the power of Spirit Mountain to condense them.
That is the power belonging to Spirit Mountain; who could surpass it?
Spirit Mountain is the origin of the Buddhist gate, left by Buddha.
There’s even a rumor that Buddha himself transformed into Spirit Mountain.
How to break through?
Su He also realized the problem at hand, standing in midair but not knowing what to do next.
One cannot simply use brute force to break through ingenuity; one must comprehend the Buddhist Law of the Big Freedom Bodhisattva and find the flaw to break his Buddhist Law with his own methods—but how could Su He break through when he didn’t even understand the structure of the Big Freedom Bodhisattva’s Abysmal Hell?
Just as he was at a loss, the voice of the Toad rose from the depths of his heart: “Turtle Kid!
Where is your consciousness?
Why can’t I reach you?
Are you alright?”
She could sense that Su He’s consciousness was not present—all consciousness was absent, as if his spirit soul had left his body.
It was like going to the Profound Realm, but she couldn’t reach it.
“Not good!” Su He replied dully.
“Could it be that you’re outside, suppressing Big Ease?
If I can’t, I’ll have to fight with all my might…” Power in Abysmal Hell had already begun to condense as if a Primordial Huge Beast was about to awaken.
If it were truly a huge beast, that might still be okay.
But bigger than Su He?
However, what was awakening seemed like heaven and earth!
The entire Abysmal Hell was about to awaken!
“I’m in the midst of killing!” said the Toad crisply, and then a scene transmitted into Su He’s heart.
Ji Feixue was pulling him along, constantly transferring True Yuan into him.
Feng Si’s attacks bombarded the Buddha Stone Statue, on which Swastika Symbols flickered.
Next to him, Grandpa Xuan Bird was submerged in an ocean of Symbols, exerting all his might to decipher the methods of Big Freedom Bodhisattva.
Smoke billowed above him.
His eyes were nearly crazed.
“Not right, still not right…”
He tested one thing after another, but ultimately could not break through the Symbols.
Su He glanced at the myriad of Symbols and saw through them instantly.
He was not lacking in knowledge; he was no fool.
The Symbols carried a strong Dharma aura and had distinct traits that were not of one person’s making; their origins were clear at a glance.
These Symbols must have been treasures that Big Freedom Bodhisattva had acquired at Wind Creation Tower.
Otherwise, he would have used them much earlier in Dustless Sea during the fight with his father-in-law.
How could he be beaten to this state!
Bodhisattva is just Bodhisattva, to Su He’s utmost unfamiliarity with Wind Creation Tower; for Big Freedom Bodhisattva, he might have visited countless times.
The longer one lives, the more one can do as one pleases.
Big Freedom Bodhisattva’s lifespan of tens of millions of years, yet Mystery Yellow Cave Sky did not have many practice fields.
Every cycle opening was twelve years, and every seventy-two years, a completely new practice field emerged.
It would take less than twenty thousand years to go through all of them.
If Big Freedom Bodhisattva participated in each of them, he might have entered each practice field hundreds of times over these tens of millions of years.
Who knows how many methods he had laid out.
For ordinary Cultivators, Mystery Yellow Cave Sky offered boundless opportunities, but for these top-tier individuals of All Heavens, it was like their own Medicine Garden.
(Another chapter is already completed, currently correcting typos, will be posted soon.)