Inside the ancestral hall of the Wang family's ancestral house, there were towering tombs with numerous coffins and memorial tablets on the cliffs. The entire cave was always dark and gloomy.
At this moment, the Ancient Ancient Town's Soul Coffin was quietly lying on the peak of the mountain. The nine Great Desolate Earth Locks were purple and black. Wang Siyuan was sitting in front of the memorial tablet with the tortoiseshell-like Ancient Book of Luo floating above his head. Black and white lights were floating around him, deducing endless divinations. Behind him, there was a figure with the same eyebrows and eyes. It was faintly discernible, hidden in the Heavenly Dao's operation that always existed. It made people completely ignore it.
With the Ancient Book as the core, all the coffins in the tombs lit up. Some were dark and some were green. The aura of the remains was majestic and rushed into the sky, turning into illusory stars with black and white light spots, connecting into a big formation of divinatory signs. Yin and Yang, zero and one, the most essential law of heaven and earth was clearly revealed in the deduction of the Restrictive Spell.
The figure behind Wang Siyuan suddenly floated forward and overlapped with him. The corresponding parts of the Dharmakaya, Primordial Spirit, and corporeal body opened their Aperture acupoints, activated their Interior Scenery, and cracked their glabella. Golden divinatory symbols appeared, and countless black and white calculation tokens gushed out, forming classic and complicated Divination Exercises. They seemed to include all calculations and deductions, and they could be used to describe, expound, and construct most of the martial arts and divine arts!
The essence of the Arithmetical Sutra was to use "Algebra" to interpret all things, to build a world that was purely expressed by Algebra, to gradually approach the real Great Dao, and finally to form the most perfect and ultimate Algebra system. The so-called "Calculating All Lives and Worldly Things" was only one of its manifestations. Deducing the opponent's martial arts, building the corresponding Algebra system, and thus understanding it like the back of one's hand and grasping the flaws was another aspect. The true meaning of the Kanxu Swordsmanship originated from this.
Black and white intertwined and gold danced. Countless divination questions were solved and returned to their original state. It was as if they were going to simulate a virtual world.
At this moment, a terrifying thunder sounded first. A bolt of red, green, yellow, white, and black lightning struck down, penetrating the barrier of time and space, passing through layers of Restrictive Spell and entering the cave of the Wang family's tombs.
The five colors were dazzling and its power was apparent. The power of the five elements — metal, wood, water, fire, and earth — all surged and were wrapped. The material foundation of the place collapsed and disintegrated along the path of the thunder.
The celestial thunder shone without any smoke or fire as it headed straight for Wang Siyuan who was in the critical stage of advancement.
Wang Siyuan was still circulating algebra, and the heart of his brows shone brilliantly. His eyes were black and white, and with a point of his finger, the Book of Luo instantly shone brightly. It brought along the black and white stars formed by the power of the remains of the coffin, as well as the formation laid out by the entire tomb mountain and grotto-heaven.
The black and white divinatory signs kept changing and the celestial thunder changed again and again. The celestial thunder seemed to lose Wang Siyuan's Qi activity. It was deviated by the Ancient Book's formation and the formation of the tombs. and the cave.
Five-colored light burst forth, and a rumbling explosion swept out. A portion of the grotto-heavens was directly destroyed, but the graveyard was unscathed. Power spread out, and rules extended. The damaged areas rapidly recovered.
With such resources and methods, as long as the members of the Wang family had the confidence to condense a dharmakaya, they would not have to worry about heavenly punishment.
At this moment, the black and white light spots and the golden divinatory signs around Wang Siyuan formed a whole and started to shrink. His Dharma, Primordial Spirit, and corporeal body slowly fused. He was about to break through and obtain the Escape Dharma Body.
Suddenly, the sky lit up. The dark clouds were dispersed and the death aura disappeared. Red, green, black, white, and white lightning twisted into a ball and fell silently in the shape of a thunder ball the size of a tombs.
Earth, fire, wind, and water raged, wanting to return the cave to its initial violence. The formation formed by the Ancient Book as the core of the black and white divinatory signs actually collapsed.
If the four signs were unstable, life would cease to exist!
Wang Siyuan's body seemed to be bound by black, white, and gold shackles. They stacked on top of each other and shrunk. At the most crucial moment, it was hard for him to avoid the Four Signs Thunder Punishment.
At this moment, the black and white in his eyes turned upside down. The illusory stars formed by the power of the coffin shrunk and surrounded the Ancient Book, forming a dense and dazzling illusory galaxy.
The galaxy was illusory and Wang Siyuan and the tombs were even more illusory.
Red, green, black, and white lightning struck. Heaven and earth seemed to have stopped for a moment, leaving only black and white.
It pierced through the galaxy, Wang Siyuan and the tombs, then through the earth, the cave, and into the void.
Kaboom!
The whole cave shook two or three times, as if it was blown by the storm caused by the explosion of the lightning.
The dark clouds returned and the gloom descended again. The terrifying God's Punishment finally came to an end. The black and white shackles and the gold seal on the surface of Wang Siyuan's body were completely integrated into his body, connecting the form, Primordial Spirit, and corporeal body together. It turned into a brand new body, a body that could be described with algebra.
This was the Escape Dharmakaya, also known as the True Form of the Path of Yi in ancient times!
The aura of his old illness disappeared. Wang Siyuan still looked sick and weak, but he no longer had the feeling that he would die at any time. As long as he did not court death, no one would stop him from advancing except for the God's Punishment, just like the Dharmakayas produced by the direct descendants of the Wang family.
He was still sitting with his legs crossed. His face was as pale as before and his eyes were burning with madness. Suddenly, he picked up the Real Spirit Map that was placed beside him, the Real Spirit Map that was tied by a thin golden rope!
Zap!
At the same time, a heavy sound of friction rang out. The Ancient Soul Coffin slowly opened a gap, and the condensed chaotic black gas filled the air. However, it was blocked by the nine Chaos Earth Shackles.
Ding, ding, dang, dang. The purple-black chains shook as if they would break soon. Even the whole cave was shaking and shaking violently. The impact was many times stronger than the Four Symbols Thunder Punishment just now.
Wang Siyuan's eyes became brighter. He flicked his left hand and was about to send the Real Spirit Map into the gap of the Ancient Soul Coffin so that it could accompany the Heavenly Monster that the first ancestor of the Wang family had transformed into.
That was an unimaginably terrifying monster. Even if it was a legendary supreme treasure, it could not guarantee that it would not be polluted, chaotic, or destroyed!
Wang Siyuan finally took this step. He would rather cross a wooden bridge than walk on a flat road. He would not survive unless he was crazy!
"How dare you!"
At this moment, a dignified and solemn voice rang out from the void as if it came from a dream. A fist that was comparable to a mountain fell from the sky. It had distinct flesh and bones, Yin Qi contained Yang, and life was hidden in death. It was like a warm jade.
Woo!
As soon as this fist was thrown, other than the Heavenly Monster, the coffins in the whole Tomb Mountain let out a ghostly wail. It rose and fell, sharp and mournful. The illusory stars formed by the power of the slough were destroyed one by one, and the great formation created by the Ancient Book quickly disintegrated.
Everything has an end! Seeing that Wang Siyuan wanted to destroy the Real Spirit Map, Yama of the Underworld finally couldn't help but make a move.
Although his legendary power came from the Underworld's Deity Position and the priesthood conferred by the Real Spirit Map, once he left the Underworld and was not within the scope of the priesthood, his power would be greatly reduced. However, he was still quite close to the legendary level. Under this fist, nothing in the Tomb Mountain could withstand it!
Wang Siyuan stood up. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, revealing his illness. He pointed with his right hand, and the Ancient Book flew out. The tortoise shell became bigger and bigger, and the black and white dots were as large as the reflection of stars.
Rumble!
One of the coffins opened. The remains remained untouched, but a pure green and sparkling immortal sword flew out and merged with a white dot.
Rumble!
The coffins opened one after another. Azure celestial swords, crimson long sabers, pure white star shuttles, dark green banners and so on flew out one after another. The aura was majestic and terrifying. They were either brilliant or resplendent, or clear or deep, and each merged into one of the black and white dots.
In today's world, there had never been such a scene of the appearance of so many celestial weapons. It could only be described as magnificent!
Under the suppression of each celestial weapon, the big formation deduced by the Ancient Book shone brilliantly. It was hazy and hid countless divinations. Instead of retreating, it moved forward and wrapped around the fist of the Underworld's Yama.
Bang!
The jade-like fist seemed to have fallen into a swamp. It slowly penetrated through the hazy big formation and could not reach the peak for a while.
The Real Spirit Map seemed to have a premonition of its own fate. The Yin Qi became violent and the black fog began to spread, trying to break free from the binding of the golden string. It did not want to be thrown into the Ancient Soul Coffin. Wang Siyuan resisted the Yama while activating the Restrictive Spell and the string, continuing to bind the Real Spirit Map and slowly pushing it towards the bronze coffin.
Seeing that it was slowly but firmly moving towards the Ancient Soul Coffin, inside the Real Spirit Map, a trace of sacred and solemn aura gradually took shape.
It was about to wake up from its slumber regardless of anything!
When Mengqi entered this world, he saw such a scene.
And when Wang Siyuan saw the upright green-robed Mengqi, the corner of his mouth immediately revealed a faint smile. His left hand formed a sword with his fingers and fiercely stabbed towards the center of his eyebrows!
He had just achieved Dharmakaya, and he was about to destroy his own real spirit!
