3689: C3689 True Force Realm

C3689 True Force Realm

Eastern Border Realm.

A desolate Middle-Sized World.

In this world, the world was dark. Endless sandstorms covered this part of the world, making it extremely desolate.

Looking through the entire world, it seemed like there was not a single living creature's shadow.

Perhaps this used to be a bustling world, but this world had already turned into nothingness, nothing left behind.

The creatures that used to live in this world had all left as well.

Only the ruined buildings that were scattered all over the place were left, strolling through the endless void, looking extremely miserable.

There were quite a few worlds like this in the All Heavens and Realms. Due to the excessive plundering of cultivators, some worlds had completely plundered all the spiritual energy in the world.

This was why these worlds had turned into barren lands.

This world was one of them.

This world once had a resounding name. Many experts had been born in the True Martial World. There was no lack of Quasi-Emperors, and even Emperor.

But now, it had become a ruined place, and very few people had come.

However, no one knew that there were still living creatures underground in this world.

There seemed to be an entirely different world underground, following the patterns and veins of the great earth. One could see a vast and majestic underground palace that was like an imperial city.

It was as if thousands of miles of land had been directly dug out, opening up a city that looked like an imperial city tens of thousands of meters below the ground.

Moreover, the various parts of the underground palace seemed to have become one, and the walls were inscribed with tiny Divine Patterns. These Divine Patterns were connected to one another. They formed a massive array formation that enveloped the entire underground palace.

The existence of the grand formation concealed the existence of the underground palace, as well as the storms in the outside world.

At the same time, this grand formation extended out of this world, absorbing the Chaotic Essences in the chaos and pouring them into the underground palace, causing the underground palace's spirit energy to be extremely abundant.

The Concentration of Spiritual Energies in the underground palace were not the slightest bit inferior to ordinary worlds.

The spirit energy converged into a mist, drifting within the underground palace.

If there was a formation master here, he would be able to tell that this formation was an Emperor Grade High Level formation that only the overlords of the Heavens could set up.

If one looked closely at the layout of the underground palace, they would be able to see a very obvious Buddhist style.

"Step!"

When someone stepped into the underground palace, the entire underground palace suddenly shook.

"Buzz ~"

A vast Zen sound seemed to ring out in the air, as loud as thunder.

One after another, the phantoms of Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Arhat appeared, as if they were in a place. In an ancient Buddhist land.

The thick power of faith carried an endless Buddhist charm, causing one to unconsciously be immersed in it.

"Amitabha. "

The golden cicada chanted the Buddhist proclamation. It was deafening and isolated the power of faith from the outside world.

As expected of a force established by a Golden Immortal, its inheritance has its merits as well.1

The golden cicada's heart moved, and it was like a bright mirror that hung high in the sky. It severed numerous distracting thoughts, and it absorbed the Buddhist aura that suffused the surroundings and transformed it into its own for its own use, causing it to become its own Dao Insight.

This world was not The Mythical World of The Western Travels after all. The cultivation system was different from The Mythical World of The Western Travels. The collision of the cultivation systems of the two worlds had benefited him greatly.

His understanding of Buddhist scriptures had also increased to a whole new level.

In just a short moment, the realm of the Golden Cicada had increased by another level.

The Golden Cicada was the overlord of the Ninth Realm. At his level, not only was every bit of improvement difficult, it was also not far away.

Every bit of improvement required a million years, or even tens of millions of years of bitter cultivation.

This time, just listening to the Buddha's voice had such a harvest. The Golden Cicada could not help but look forward to the road to the west again.

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