His neck itched more and more. Zhou Wen knew that he couldn't delay any longer. He had to think of a way to resolve this problem.
Perhaps The Thearch knows what it is. Zhou Wen wanted to leave the Zhuolu battlefield and return to the encampment where there was a signal to contact The Thearch to see if he could obtain any useful information about the snail from her.
However, after taking a few steps, Zhou Wen felt his neck itch unbearably. He wished he could cut off his neck.
What was even stranger was that Zhou Wen felt his body become heavy. It was as though an invisible boulder was pressing down on him, making every step he took extremely difficult. He left deep footprints in the bone sand as his calves sank in.
Zhou Wen knew that this wasn't an illusion. There was really something pressing down on him. The pressure could be clearly felt, but there was nothing on his body.
Plop!
Zhou Wen's body was pressed into the bone sand. He tried his best to stand up, but he couldn't move.
Not only could he not move, but the itch on his neck intensified. He couldn't even scratch it.
I have to leave this place as soon as possible. Zhou Wen got Six-Winged and Torch Dragon to pull his body, hoping to get them to carry him back.
However, with Six-Winged and Torch Dragon's immense strength, they couldn't move him. Or rather, they didn't dare use too much strength, afraid that they would snap his body.
Indeed, I'm not suited to enter dimensional zones in real life. Something happens every time. Zhou Wen regretted digging around.
Perhaps it was because he had just obtained a powerful Companion Beast like Torch Dragon that he had gotten a little complacent. He thought that with Torch Dragon around, he could deal with any sudden situations, but he didn't expect to not have a chance to use Torch Dragon.
All Zhou Wen could do was endure the itch and get Torch Dragon to burrow under the bone sand, hoping to prop up his body.
However, when Torch Dragon tried its best to prop up Zhou Wen's body, it nearly squashed Zhou Wen's body flat. It still failed to raise Zhou Wen's body by even a centimeter.
In the end, Zhou Wen was pressed down on Torch Dragon's back. When Torch Dragon retreated, Zhou Wen immediately fell into the sand pit and remained motionless.
Zhou Wen had thought of everything he could think of, but it was useless. He was pressed down there, unable to move no matter what.
The pressure on his body was secondary, but the itch on his neck was unbearable. It almost reached the depths of his soul.
All his powers were useless. All he could do was switch to the Small Perfection of Wisdom and circulate the Eight Perfections Wisdom Life Providence.
It wasn't that the Small Perfection of Wisdom's power could reduce the pressure on him, nor was it that the Eight Perfections Wisdom could stop the itch. Instead, the Small Perfection of Wisdom had a benefit — endurance.
Daoists cultivate the present life, while Buddhists cultivate the next life, pursuing the great liberation of the next life.
Therefore, although the Small Perfection of Wisdom was a Primordial Energy Art that cultivated one's physique, it was different from the Invincible Connate Divine Art's Primordial Energy Art that directly strengthened one's body. The Small Perfection of Wisdom emphasized the mind's management of the body.
The various wisdom of the Six Prajna Truths allowed people to pursue spiritual enlightenment without being limited by their physical bodies.
Zhou Wen circulated the Small Perfection of Wisdom not to relieve the pain in his body, but to divert his attention from his pain to reduce the itch.
Although this wasn't a permanent solution, Zhou Wen didn't have any good solutions. If he didn't stop the itch, he was afraid that he would go crazy from the torture.
Without Truth Listener by my side, I can't casually touch things again, Zhou Wen thought.
After circulating the Small Perfection of Wisdom, the Eight Perfections Wisdom made his six senses sharper, making the itch deeper into his bones.
Zhou Wen knew that this was only temporary. He had read quite a number of Buddhist scriptures and knew that this was an inevitable process. He needed to first feel the pain before he could gain enlightenment and achieve the liberation of his body.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had once said that if hell wasn't empty, he wouldn't become a Buddha. This was a form of enlightenment and liberation.
Enduring the fatal itch, Zhou Wen constantly endured the invasion of the itch as he constantly circulated the Small Perfection of Wisdom, hoping to achieve the great liberation of his mind. At the same time, he had absolute control over his body, preventing his body from being restricted and influenced by his six senses.
If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't be able to calm down and think about the meaning of the scriptures under such an itch, nor would they be able to fully focus on circulating the Primordial Energy Art.
However, Zhou Wen was clearly not one of them. His Focus talent allowed him to think and comprehend under such circumstances without being affected.
The scriptures he had read previously hadn't been for nothing. Zhou Wen had taken the right path. With the circulation and comprehension of the Small Perfection of Wisdom Sutra, Zhou Wen's six senses became sharper. The itch on his neck still existed, but the impact on Zhou Wen's mind was greatly reduced, making him feel less uncomfortable.
"This is indeed the way to go!" Zhou Wen continued researching from this angle, hoping to break through the bottleneck of the Small Perfection of Wisdom in one fell swoop and condense a Life Soul.
Unlike ordinary Primordial Energy Arts that strengthened one's physique, the Small Perfection of Wisdom Sutra couldn't eliminate the pain in one's body. Instead, it used one's wisdom to understand the pain.
Of course, being able to understand didn't mean that he could resolve it. However, the separation of his body and mind made Zhou Wen feel less pain.
The pressure on his body was still there, and the itch intensified. However, Zhou Wen could clearly feel the two kinds of pain, but he felt as though his body wasn't his. The pain wasn't that unbearable.
This feeling was very strange. It was clearly his body, but it didn't feel like it was his. His mind seemed to be standing in the perspective of an outsider.
If I continue cultivating like this, will I really become Buddha? Zhou Wen could sense that his body was emitting a lustrous treasure glow.
And the source of this treasure glow wasn't his body, but something deeper.
Zhou Wen didn't wish to become a Buddha without desires, but in this situation, he could only continue cultivating. Otherwise, just the itch alone was enough to drive him crazy.
In such an environment, Zhou Wen quickly achieved the separation and unification of his mind and body. It sounded contradictory, but this was indeed Zhou Wen's present state.
He had absolute control over his body, but his mind wasn't restrained by his body. The pain and itch from the pressure were nothing to Zhou Wen now.
However, even if Zhou Wen didn't mind, it didn't affect his mind. The pressure on his body was still there. His body had already been pressed into the bone sand and was about to be flattened.
Once his body died, it was useless no matter how powerful his mind was. Was he to wait for Buddha to guide him into the Pure Land of Bliss to cultivate his afterlife? Zhou Wen clearly didn't have such an understanding.
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