The cauldron floated in the air, formed by the power of faith. Strands of faith power flew in from all directions and entered the cauldron, causing it to boil.
The human world tempered the body, and the secular world tempered the heart. In the end, if one couldn't withstand the fire of karma, they might turn into ashes and all their previous efforts would be wasted. This was the consensus of some powerful cultivators.
Ye Fan's forehead was like a mirror, reflecting the light. The surface of his body was like a divine skin, gently trembling as it absorbed the fire to refine his flesh and blood.
His joints were moving, and his organs were humming rhythmically. After thousands of tempering, he forged his body and sharpened his bones and muscles.
This was a human cauldron. It gathered the faith power of the secular world and turned it into an endless fire of karma to burn Ye Fan's body and primordial spirit. Both the cauldron and his body were sparkling and resplendent.
The words furnace and cauldron were often linked together, and they had a special meaning.
The heaven and earth were the bronze cauldron, smelting all living beings. Anyone in this world would be smelted and eventually turned into ashes.
The secular world was the fire, and the faith power forged the cauldron. The human cauldron could also be called a cauldron. It burned the body and forged the Dao, and it was a hundred times, ten thousand times better than the Heaven and Earth Cauldron. For cultivators, it was a trial.
Using the Heaven and Earth Cauldron to temper the body and the human cauldron to temper the Dao, this was something many powerful cultivators had to go through when they reached the later stages. The raging fire would refine true gold. Those who survived would shine brilliantly, and those who failed would turn into ashes.
Ye Fan hadn't reached that step yet, but he experienced it in advance. Naturally, he relied on the human race's saint body to survive such a disaster.
Treasured light flickered, and the faith power in the cauldron boiled. The power of faith turned into buddhist light, and it was as if it was steaming him. It enveloped and covered him, and his whole body was being tempered.
The monks in Lantuo Temple chanted sutras with solemn expressions. The chanting became louder and louder, and it echoed throughout the mountains.
Ye Fan wasn't afraid of the fire of karma. His joints moved like popping beans, and his organs trembled. His whole body cried out, and the sound was deafening.
Through the battle just now, he had a deep understanding and was firm on his path. His mind was clear, and a small golden person sat cross-legged in front of his forehead, accepting the fire of karma like his body.
This wasn't inferior to a Saint Physique Heavenly Tribulation. It tempered one's body, muscles, bones, and primordial spirit. He remained calm and motionless, enduring the tempering.
Ye Fan's golden Primordial Spirit and fetus bones were tempered at the same time. His attainment in Dao was improving, and the various wonderful arts in his heart were also reaching the state of perfection.
After so many years, his cultivation had advanced very quickly compared to others. Now that he had been baptized and tempered by the hellfire, it had been consolidated.
Generally speaking, this was something that a sage could only consider in the future. Now that he had experienced it in advance, his Dao foundation would be indestructible.
Crack!
For four hours, Ye Fan's bones moved back and forth. During this process, his body became shorter by an inch. Then, the essence from all directions was filtered by the fire of karma and entered his body. His fetal bones were being refined.
His natal bones were moving, and his flesh and blood were being tempered. Now that he had cultivated to such a level, it was extremely difficult for him to be reborn unless he could find the Undying Medicine. To be able to have such a transformation in his natal bones was already heaven-defying.
"I might be able to stand on the seventh minor step at any time …" Ye Fan thought to himself.
Back then, he had used ten years to reach the sixth minor step of the Severing Dao. After that, every step forward was incomparably difficult. Now, with the purest psyche power of Buddhism, he had unexpectedly found a breakthrough.
The old monk Ku Ci chanted Amitabha, and the other monks chanted sutras. They all felt that it was incredible. Who would dare to barge into the Lantuo Temple? Even a half-saint would die with a grievance. With so much power of faith, no one could rival it. Unexpectedly, the human saint body could actually withstand the hellfire and use it to refine the body.
After a total of six hours, Ye Fan was full of energy. His body was glowing, and his flesh and blood were strong and powerful. He walked out of the Cauldron of Humanity.
Ye Fan felt that his corporeal body was like an eternal divine furnace that carried his Primordial Spirit. His blood and qi surged, and he was strong to the extreme.
Every movement he made was exceptionally powerful and transcended the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist. All kinds of wonderful arts sublimated as if they had broken through some kind of shackles.
He had the belief that he was unrivaled, and with such a corporeal body, he really wanted to fight against ancient princes like the Fire Qilin and Huang Xudao to test his results of Dao.
The hellfire couldn't harm his true body!
The monks couldn't help but sigh. The strength of the human saint body couldn't be measured by Dao. This broke common sense.
The Cauldron of Humanity dispersed and turned back into the boundless psyche power. It shone brilliantly and enveloped the top of the Lantuo Temple.
"Divine monk, please open the stone pagoda and let Miaoyi out," Ye Fan said calmly.
Ku Ci nodded and didn't go back on his words.
"The myriad races are rising, and the chaotic times are coming. The path of Celestial Ascension is about to open, and there might be shocking changes. I don't want to use the sage formation to trap you. After all, you are the human saint body."
Ye Fan nodded to express his gratitude. However, he didn't think that he could really be trapped. He had a divine tool that he hadn't used yet, and he had the secret character "Xing" to break the formation. It might not be able to trap him.
The nine-story stone pagoda wasn't grand, and it couldn't be said to be majestic. However, its simplicity gave one an illusion. It was as if the nine layers of heaven were condensed here and suppressed the Lantuo Temple.
Ku Ci didn't hide anything and said that this was a divine tool left behind by the Great Sage. No one could move it for tens of thousands of years, and it had been suppressed here since ancient times.
Ye Fan nodded. Even his Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist couldn't move it at all. One could imagine the sturdiness of the stone pagoda.
"We have no ill intentions. Suppressing her for a hundred years might not be a bad thing. If we gain something here, we might even be able to attain Bodhisattva status."
Ku Ci chanted an incantation, and the nine-story stone pagoda rumbled. The tightly shut stone door shot out tens of thousands of rays of Buddhist light, and it opened with a rumble.
The stone pagoda was silent, and no one walked out. Ye Fan was startled, and he used his divine consciousness to look inside. Ku Ci was slightly surprised, and he nodded.
On the fourth floor of the stone pagoda, there was a woman sitting cross-legged. A green lamp accompanied an ancient Buddha, unmoving. She was in a deep meditative state, comprehending the wondrous principles of Buddhist meditation.
The interior of the stone pagoda was very simple, and there was almost nothing. An Miaoyi was peaceful and tranquil. She was like a lotus growing in the stone room, and no one knew about her.
In the past, she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and her style was peerless. Yet now, she was so quiet, without the splendor of the mortal world, and her temperament was reserved.
A green lamp flickered. She was quiet and quiet, and there was no sound at all. She sat cross-legged on a praying mat, and beside her was a benevolent stone Buddha.
"Miaoyi!" Ye Fan called out.
After not seeing her for fourteen years, An Miaoyi had become more and more aloof. She was a bit thinner, and her beautiful eyes were closed. She didn't move, and it was as if she had passed away in a sitting posture.
That green lamp was the one he gave to An Miaoyi. Now that the deity had awakened, it had become a rare treasure.
The Lantuo Temple could be considered open-minded. They didn't take her away, and instead suppressed her here, turning her from a demon to a Buddha. In general, they really wanted to help her achieve her goal.
The conflict between buddhist doctrines was extremely frequent, and sometimes, it was extremely sharp. Who could truly say what was orthodox?
"How rare! She entered the deep layers of the Bodhisattva Realm at such a young age. She is worthy of being an immortal flower." Arhat Ku Ci nodded.
"Miaoyi!" Ye Fan called out again.
"This is a type of rebirth on the spiritual level. In order to surpass oneself and become a Bodhisattva, one must pass through this trial. As for when she will wake up, it is hard to say," said Ku Ci.
His face carried a bitter expression. Entering deep into a buddhist sect to comprehend the dao was far from as easy as one imagined. There were often some divine monks who passed away in seclusion in meditation.
Buddhism, all types of laws and principles were broad and profound, as vast as the ocean. However, if one wanted to achieve anything, it was extremely difficult. It was extremely difficult to cultivate in a few specific realms.
It sounded nice to say it was rebirth, but in reality, it was passing away in meditation. Once one failed to comprehend the dao, they would die in cultivation.
Most of the past holy monks, as strong as saints, ended up like this. They would pass away in a sealed stone room, silently passing away.
Ye Fan waited here for a full half a month. An Miaoyi did not move at all. Her face was thin and thin, as if she was about to transform into the dao. Even the green lamp in front of her had dimmed, and the flame in the wick was about to be extinguished.
"Miaoyi will be fine, right?"
"This … The spiritual journey to the Bodhisattva Realm is the most dangerous. This concerns the fruit of the dao in the future. Anything can happen. Many outstanding Buddhas have high hopes, and there is no lack of future successors of Mount Meru. They have all mysteriously passed away in meditation in this realm." Ku Ci frowned.
"In other words … she might be in danger?" Ye Fan asked.
"Buddhist dharma is boundless, and its power is vast and immeasurable. However, there are many dangers when cultivating it. Back then, there were some people who were believed to be the reincarnations of ancient Buddhas who passed away in meditation." Ku Ci indirectly answered.
Ye Fan frowned. After waiting for another half a month, he realized that An Miaoyi's aura was much weaker. The green lamp flickered, and her peerless appearance became thinner and thinner. It was as if she was about to be cut off from the mortal world.
"No, I have to pull her back. What Bodhisattva Realm? What Ancient Buddha Heaven? Tell me, how do I enter?!" Ye Fan felt that he could not wait any longer. He was extremely worried.
"You don't cultivate dharma. Even if I tell you, you won't be able to enter the Bodhisattva Realm and bring her soul back." Ku Ci shook his head.
Ye Fan paced back and forth anxiously.
"Benefactor, you have to know how to let go." Ku Ci sighed.
"Why do I have to let go?" Ye Fan asked.
"Her heart is devoted to Buddhism. Before entering my Lantuo Temple, she smiled indifferently and let go of everything in the mortal world. Even if you enter the Bodhisattva Realm, you might not be able to bring her back."
Ye Fan did not speak.
After a dozen or so days, An Miaoyi became thinner and more ethereal. She seemed to have lost her vitality in the stone room and was in danger of dying in a sitting posture.
"Miaoyi, wake up!" Ye Fan was worried and called out softly. However, An Miaoyi seemed to have left the mortal world and could not wake up.
Ye Fan wanted to travel spiritually to the Bodhisattva Realm!
"Who said I don't know dharma? Didn't I use the Swastika Heavenly Sound to fight against the divine monk?" He insisted on traveling spiritually to the Bodhisattva Realm and bring An Miaoyi back.
Ku Ci was startled and said, "Alright, you can try. But if you fail, please return immediately. Otherwise, your soul may be destroyed and only an empty shell will be left."
Ye Fan shouted the Swastika Heavenly Sound. When the universe was first formed, heaven and earth were born, and all living things were born. He wanted to forcefully enter the mysterious Bodhisattva Realm.
Behind him, a tall figure appeared. Divine light shone but it was not a Buddha statue. This made Ku Ci and the other old monks speechless.
"When others use the Swastika Heavenly Sound, a Buddha appears behind them, representing respect and obedience. But behind him is himself."
"Is he too egoistic? Or does he not respect heaven and earth and only has his own Dao in his heart?"
Even the old monks could not help but criticize silently. This kind of Dao was too domineering. The Celestial Path he wanted to enter was destined to be tyrannical. In the future, he would most likely suffer the wrath of heaven.
The Swastika Heavenly Sound resonated with Buddha. The figure behind Ye Fan was like a demonic god. His eyes were sharp and his black hair was scattered. Then, he forcefully tore open a spiritual realm and stepped in.
This was a special spiritual realm of Buddhism. It was difficult for outsiders to enter. Only divine monks who had comprehended the Dao could enter spiritually.
As soon as Ye Fan entered, he felt a kind of holiness and auspiciousness. There were some divine monks and arhats sitting cross-legged on the stone cliffs. There were even some walking in the depths of the ancient temples.
All kinds of figures were very blurry but gave people a very real feeling. Buddhist chanting was unending and leisurely transmitted over.
Ye Fan passed by the ancient temple and passed through an ancient battlefield. He was looking for An Miaoyi in this spiritual realm. Not long after, he saw a group of monks sitting on the ground and chanting sutras.
In front of him, there was a Great Buddha imprint that needed to be prostrated and worshipped. Ye Fan's arrival seemed out of place. He only chanted his own name and did not chant the name of Buddha. He did not respect anything here.
"Who intruded into the paradise and blasphemed the Bodhisattva Realm? Why don't you worship the Bodhisattvas of the heavens and not the ancient Buddha?"
"Why should I worship? The Buddha said that everyone has a Buddha nature and everyone can become a Buddha. It is enough to worship oneself. A true Buddha does not need others to worship him, "Ye Fan said.
"Are you questioning the deities and saying that the virtuous predecessors are false Buddhas?" A dignified voice came from the sky and a powerful pressure descended.
Ye Fan did not say anything and directly smashed his fist over. He began to chant his own "sutra". He actually wanted to purify the various Bodhisattvas and divine monks' imprints here.
"Who is this person? The Undefeated Bodhisattva doesn't worship Buddha and only respects himself?" A few arhats' spiritual wills swept over at the same time.
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