In the past, Jiang Xiaofan knew that Shakyamuni felt guilty and thought that it was his sin. He chose to stay because he wanted to use his own strength to nourish the heavily damaged Spirited Mountain.
"People are the most important."
Jiang Xiaofan said.
Shakyamuni nodded and bowed.
On this day, the disciples of Spirit Mountain came over from the evil. Spirit Mountain gradually became filled with vitality. Jiang Xiaofan and Shakyamuni spoke for a while in the pagoda. Then, he walked out of the pagoda alone and strolled around Spirit Mountain.
"Venerable One."
"Venerable One."
"Venerable One."
Along the way, all the disciples of Spirit Mountain bowed.
These ordinary disciples of Spirit Mountain did not know Jiang Xiaofan's identity. However, when they saw that even the Buddha of their lineage was respectful to him, they naturally knew that Jiang Xiaofan's background was unimaginably great.
Jiang Xiaofan's expression was calm. His footsteps were gentle as he walked around Spirit Mountain.
Spirit Mountain was located in a magical space. It could be said to be a small world of its own. This world was filled with spiritual Qi and countless spirit veins were intertwined within. Back then, they were almost corroded by the evil and almost withered. However, now that the evil was annihilated, these spirit veins gradually began to recover and emit a thick spiritual light.
"Ha!"
In the distance, a disciple of Spirit Mountain was practicing the Arhat Fist. Every punch had a kind of charm.
The Arhat Fist was only the most basic fist technique of Spirit Mountain. However, this fist technique had been polished over countless years and had reached the realm of perfection. It had the effect of turning something rotten into something magical. Of course, this fist technique was also very fierce.
Further away, someone was reciting scriptures. Every time he finished reciting a passage of scriptures, Jiang Xiaofan noticed that the other party's aura would become calmer and more stable. This was also a kind of cultivation.
He looked from afar with a smile on his face. He was not in a hurry to leave the immortal realm of Spirit Mountain. Instead, he walked around the central pagoda of Spirit Mountain every day and watched the disciples cultivate diligently.
"No competition, no demands, no desires."
He muttered to himself.
How could such a spiritual mountain not be powerful?
In the past, the Kunlun Wonderland was the number one holy land of the human race. But now, it was probably far inferior to Spiritual Mountain.
He gently shook his head. His expression was very calm, and his footsteps were gentle as he continued to circle around.
"Good morning, Venerable One."
A Spiritual Mountain disciple bowed.
Jiang Xiaofan nodded, but his pace did not change.
On this day, he appeared in a small forest south of Spirit Mountain. There was a spring in the forest, and the water was very clear. He could vaguely feel a very special Spirit Qi.
It was a Profound Nether Pool.
Jiang Xiaofan seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Everything is fate."
He said indifferently.
There was a Xuanyou Pool in Spirit Mountain. Back then, a Heavenly Roc came out of this pool and swallowed Shakyamuni. Later, Shakyamuni was merciful and converted it into a sacred beast of Spirit Mountain. Now that he was here, Jiang Xiaofan thought of something familiar … the Lightning Bird.
"In this life, I will return and fight in Heavenly Road again."
He said softly and turned to leave.
In the War of Destruction in ancient times, there were countless casualties. Many emperors in this world had also fallen, and the Heavenly Roc of Spirit Mountain was one of them. It had to be said that the Heavenly Roc back then was still very powerful. After countless years, it was finally reincarnated. He believed that it would not be long before it returned to the throne.
Time flew. In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
In a year, Jiang Xiaofan walked all over Spirit Mountain, leaving his footprints in every corner. In ancient times, he had never practiced Buddhist techniques. In this year, he had read all the Buddhist books on Spirit Mountain, and these Buddhist books had nothing to do with cultivation. Now, he did not want to cultivate.
He felt that the heart was the most important.
"I wonder where that old man is now."
He muttered to himself.
In this life, there were many people that he could not forget, and Liu Chengan was undoubtedly one of them. Back then, in order to break through to the Illusory God Realm, the other party had personally brought him barefoot for thousands of miles. He had never forgotten this matter.
He shook his head and did not think too much about it.
Before Jiangchen and the others left, he had already instructed them to look for Liu Chengan, Yao Yuan, and the other two.
Very quickly, another year had passed ….
On this day, Jiang Xiaofan stood in front of the Buddhist pagoda and looked down at the vast path below with a faint light in his eyes.
"Supremacy."
Shakyamuni appeared behind him and bowed.
"Open the Spirit Mountain Road."
Jiang Xiaofan said.
Shakyamuni nodded. With a thought, a golden door appeared in front of him. An ancient staircase led to the outside world.
"The disciples who are still in Spirit Mountain, you have to be careful."
Jiang Xiaofan said.
He walked forward and stepped on the path out of Spirit Mountain.
"Supremacy, please rest assured."
Shakyamuni bowed.
He knew what Jiang Xiaofan was going to do. The origin of the Heavenly Heart had dissipated, and he was going to travel all over, starting from scratch. He had asked to follow him, but Jiang Xiaofan rejected him.
"Buzz!"
The Buddhist pagoda bloomed with boundless golden light, sending off Jiang Xiaofan.
The ancient staircase bloomed with divine light. Jiang Xiaofan walked out of Spirit Mountain in just a few steps and appeared in a green mountain near Nalanda Temple. There was no one around, not even the sound of birds chirping. After being seen entering Spirit Mountain by the people of Nalanda Temple, he naturally did not want to alarm anyone when he came out again.
Jiang Xiaofan stopped in this mountain. It was night and the forest was pitch-black. Only the lights of Nalanda Temple flickered in the distance. He could vaguely see an old monk copying scriptures. Jiang Xiaofan glanced in that direction, then withdrew his gaze. He discovered that the old monk copying scriptures was actually a Jue Chen cultivator.
However, he was not surprised. It was not an exaggeration to call Nalanda an important place of Buddhism. In this era, it was of supreme value. In such a pure land, it was normal for an old monk to know the way of cultivation. And to be able to cultivate to the Jue Chen realm in today's world was truly extraordinary.
Jiang Xiaofan stood there quietly for a moment, then turned and left.
The curtain of night faded away, and Jiang Xiaofan walked through the lands of ancient India. After that, he went to Egypt, where he saw the pyramids. There were some veins on the pyramids that had been left behind by cultivators.
Then, he left Egypt and returned to the east.
In this year, time had passed, and his cultivation had fallen to the Realm of Intricacy.
"In another ten years, I'll become a true mortal."
He chuckled.
His cultivation was slowly disappearing, but he was not worried at all. Instead, he felt enlightened. It was as if the disappearance of his cultivation was an extremely good thing for him.
"Destroy and rebuild. Hurry up and destroy. Destroy thoroughly."
He laughed.
He had lost his cultivation, but his Heavenly Body was still there. He was still an immortal existence. He did not care much about the passage of time. He lived peacefully in the mortal world, reading books, newspapers, ancient texts, and history.
He returned to the villa that he had bought before. Usually, he would cook some food. In reality, he did not need to eat, drink, or rest. However, he felt that it was not bad to do such things sometimes. It could be considered as experiencing the various states of the world. There was no harm in doing so.
Normally, he would bring the food he made to the burial place of the old man who had raised him in this life. He would not say a single word and would just silently place some light dishes on the table. Then, he would silently sit at the side and stare at the sky in a daze. Sometimes, he would just sit there for several days.
He walked in the bustling city, followed the flow of people, squeezed with the ordinary people on the crowded bus, and haggled with the aunties in the market for a few cents. He attracted waves of laughter and even disdain. However, no one knew that such an ordinary young man was an existence who stood at the top of the world.
Another three years passed. He left the city and once again walked in an uninhabited area.
He walked through the Komi Primeval Forest, the Daxin Mountain Range, the Mordaega Primeval Forest, the Xishuangbanna Primeval Forest, the tropical jungle of the Brazilian Amazon Basin, and the Ailao Mountain Primeval Forest. He breathed in the calm air of nature. He did not cultivate, but only cultivated his mind.
Very quickly, another ten years passed.
This year, his hair grew longer again.
This year, he lost all his cultivation and became a real mortal.
"I haven't felt this for a long time."
He muttered to himself.
He clenched his fist gently. His Heavenly Body was still there, but he could not feel the flow of divine power in his blood. He was no different from an ordinary person.
He smiled faintly, and his eyes became very bright.
"Let's walk for another three years."
He said calmly.
He did not care that he had lost all his cultivation. Moreover, he was not in a hurry to cultivate or find his power. He walked out of the last Ailao Mountain Primeval Forest, went around the sea, and climbed the famous ancient peaks.
Rocky Mountain, Andes Mountain, Alps Mountain. Then, he returned to the Middle Earth and climbed Mount Heng, Mount Hua, Mount Song, Mount Heng, and finally appeared at the foot of Mount Tai.
Looking up, Mount Tai was majestic and the mountains overlapped. It had the power of the king of mountains. Other than Mount Kunlun, there was no other mountain that could suppress its sharpness. In this era, Mount Tai was known as the pilgrimage ground of the Emperor. Every day, there was an endless stream of people.
Jiang Xiaofan stepped on the stone stairs and climbed to the top of the mountain step by step.
On Mount Tai, there was plenty of forest and the air was very pleasant. Compared to other places in the mortal world, Mount Tai had a faint spiritual energy lingering around it. Jiang Xiaofan came here only to cultivate his mind. After climbing Mount Tai, he gradually went to some deserted areas. Not long after, he sat down on a big rock.
The big rock was very smooth, and there were many ancient trees around it. It was a good location. Jiang Xiaofan sat on the big rock casually because the location was good. He looked ahead and could even see the people coming and going at the bottom of Mount Tai. It gave him the feeling that he was standing at the top of the sky.
"Hey, kid over there, get up. We want this place."
A calm voice sounded.
In the distance, a few young men walked over. There was a faint light on their bodies. They were obviously not ordinary people.
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