# Chapter 501: Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art
"Whoosh!"
Another sharp whistling sound brushed past him. Lin Feng's brows were tightly furrowed. The attacks in this illusionary realm were endless, and the frequency seemed to be increasing. This couldn't go on.
A pair of eternal dark pupils appeared, darkness spreading. Lin Feng's eyes flickered with brilliant light. In an instant, Lin Feng felt his perception become terrifyingly sharp.
"Reveal!"
Lin Feng raised his head and shouted softly. The Heavenly Radiance light flashed, and the Buddha statue reappeared. Buddha, a silent Buddha, yet bearing demonic patterns—Buddha and demon indistinguishable.
"This statue... is it Buddha or demon?"
Lin Feng stared at the flickering, elusive statue, his eyes gleaming with sharp light. A beam shot toward Lin Feng, but he didn't even glance at it. His body moved lightly, shifting and dodging. It was as if he hadn't seen the beam at all, yet he could evade it with perfect precision.
"Enter my eyes!"
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. A terrifying dark light locked onto the Buddha-demon statue. The flickering statue could no longer escape his gaze. Lin Feng suddenly felt his pupils traveling through a tunnel of time and space, moving along flowing veins and channels. His pupils seemed about to sink into them, drawn in by the Buddha-demon's patterned trajectories.
A dark flame ignited around his body, transforming into a massive black lotus that enveloped Lin Feng, destroying all incoming attacks. Meanwhile, Lin Feng only stared at the Buddha-demon statue, sinking into its profound, mysterious Buddha-demon patterns. The true essence within him began to surge involuntarily.
Beyond true essence, Lin Feng's spirit, energy, and soul all converged without the slightest distraction, completely immersed in the Buddha-demon statue and its trajectories. Nothing else existed.
At this moment, Lin Feng didn't notice that within his body, true essence and energy currents were flowing along a peculiar trajectory. His entire body's meridians and bones were constantly shifting and moving, occasionally accompanied by cracking sounds of bones misaligning.
Moreover, this flow seemed endless, cycling repeatedly, flowing through every part of Lin Feng's body. No meridian or bone was forgotten.
On Lin Feng's body, a dark light resembling the demonic path emerged. The trajectory grew clearer, taking on the color of dark demonic essence.
With a crisp cracking sound, Lin Feng's clothes shredded inch by inch, all tearing apart. Now completely naked, the flowing dark demonic trajectory became even clearer.
A terrifying aura began to stir—the aura of the demonic swords. However, sealed within Lin Feng's body and suppressed by soul power, the demonic swords trembled but still couldn't break out. They only flickered faintly through Lin Feng's body. Through his flesh, one could clearly see the nine demonic swords inside, miniaturized.
Beyond this, a Buddha-demon pattern flickered on Lin Feng's body, growing increasingly clear. It resembled the elusive Buddha-demon statue in the void, indistinguishable as Buddha or demon.
The Buddha-demon pattern was lifelike, eventually seeming not like a pattern within Lin Feng's body, but truly embedded and carved into him—a real Buddha-demon that could emerge at any time. Simultaneously, the peculiar energy flowing through Lin Feng accelerated. True essence was gone, replaced by a new force circulating throughout his body.
"Crack... crack..."
Clear sounds rang out. Looking at Lin Feng's face now, it was deathly pale, bloodless. His teeth clenched his lips tightly, as if enduring endless agony.
Yet Lin Feng persisted through gritted teeth. No reason for it. On the path of martial arts cultivation, many times there is no reason—only instinct. Instinct guides you forward, and you must trust your instinct, even if it ultimately proves wrong. This is a gamble, betting on whether your instinct is right or wrong. Lin Feng's instinct told him that now he couldn't give up. This pattern bearing Buddha-demon will could be absorbed by him.
The flowing trajectory grew faster. Lin Feng's entire body was covered in a peculiar substance flowing through him. Looking at Lin Feng's body now, it took on a dark black hue, occasionally flickering with strands of golden light. His fair skin was gone, replaced only by demonic coloration that covered his entire body without missing a single spot. The trajectory gradually approached perfection, flowing on its own even without Lin Feng's conscious guidance.
But Lin Feng's expression had become twisted. His face, covered in demonic trajectories, was filled with boundless agony.
Hissing sounds escaped Lin Feng's mouth. He opened his mouth and let out a painful scream.
"Ah..."
Lin Feng roared. The Buddha-demon trajectories on his body flowed even more intensely. His entire being radiated Buddha-demon light. The pattern branded onto him became strikingly clear.
An invisible force surged upward, binding the Buddha-demon statue in the void that tried to flee. Then light flashed, and the Buddha-demon statue transformed into a stream of light, perfectly overlapping with the Buddha-demon pattern within Lin Feng's body, completely merging together.
"Huff!"
Lin Feng exhaled a breath of turbid air. His entire body had no strength left, as if completely drained. He collapsed limply. The black lotus flame that had been coiling around him instantly extinguished, vanishing without a trace. The residual true essence in Lin Feng's exhausted body was no longer enough to sustain the black lotus flame.
"Whoosh!"
A terrifying sharp whistling sound came, shooting toward Lin Feng. He lay motionless, unable to move.
Yet on Lin Feng's face was carved calmness—absolute calmness. He simply didn't care.
"Boom!"
An explosive sound rang out. The terrifying sharp object struck Lin Feng's body, but only caused him a slight sensation of pain, nothing more. Compared to the agony of his body being torn apart moments ago, this pain was utterly insignificant, far too light.
"Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Force. Now my body can be considered a Buddha-demon body. This level of attack can't even shake my physical form."
A rich smile appeared on Lin Feng's face, both eerie and brilliant. The Buddha-demon statue in the void contained terrifying will, capable of guiding one's thoughts along with it. Within this will was a set of body-tempering techniques—cultivating Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Force to achieve the Buddha-demon venerable, a Buddha-demon body impervious to blades and spears.
In the past, Lin Feng had heard that in ancient times, besides cultivating powerful techniques, the martial path also included body-tempering methods—the practice of refining the physical body.
However, this body-tempering method, once very popular in ancient times, gradually faded from the history of the Nine Heavens Continent as time passed. If one's physical body was strong but others' attack techniques were stronger, it could still be destroyed. More and more people stopped practicing body-tempering methods, instead cultivating divine abilities and techniques, or sword and blade arts.
This led to the continuous loss of body-tempering methods, to the point where few people practice them today. Even if someone wanted to temper their body, without powerful body-tempering techniques to support them, it was useless. If the body-tempering method wasn't strong enough, it was just worthless.
Yet this Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art, which reforged the physical body, condensed Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Force, and gathered the Buddha-demon venerable body, was clearly a very powerful body-tempering technique. Fortunately, Lin Feng had obtained it.
Of course, Lin Feng also knew that his success in cultivating this Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art was no mere coincidence. The requirements for cultivating it were extremely harsh. He had no written cultivation method, only the need to contemplate the Buddha-demon statue, comprehend its trajectory and will—purely through enlightenment.
With his Heavenly Radiance Martial Soul released, Lin Feng's comprehension was already terrifying. Coupled with the fact that he had already comprehended will, he was able to successfully contemplate this Buddha-demon statue.
Moreover, the cultivation and contemplation of this Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art had another harsh condition: the post-natal physical body must have reached a state of flawless perfection. Not necessarily powerful, but harmonious and perfect—what is called the Unity of Heaven and Man.
Lin Feng had also stepped into the Unity of Heaven and Man realm.
These conditions were all indispensable. Combined with immense endurance to withstand the agonizing torment of the body being reforged, Lin Feng barely managed to enter the gate, allowing him to cultivate this Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art and condense the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Force!