Chapter 503: Mysterious Scroll
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The illusion space slowly annihilated and disappeared, and before Lin Feng's eyes, a clear scene returned, with everything becoming distinct.
There was no howling wind, no flashing beam attacks, only a simple and unadorned ancient hall.
When the illusion vanished, this place was just like the outside—merely an ancient hall, and a very spacious one at that, not as filled with objects as other halls in the ancient palace. As Lin Feng's gaze swept across, he only saw a few doors and an enormous bronze Buddha-Demon statue, which was the most eye-catching sight.
Taking slow steps, Lin Feng arrived at the foot of the Buddha-Demon statue. He had to look up to see the top of its head.
This statue stood ten meters tall, seated there, exuding an overwhelming sense of awe.
What was especially striking was how lifelike the Buddha-Demon statue was, identical to the one Lin Feng had visualized in his mind. Gazing at it while cultivating the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art would even speed up his training.
"I wonder which senior master left this behind. Just this Buddha-Demon statue alone—how was it even formed?" Lin Feng murmured in awe.
Such a massive Buddha-Demon statue, so real and imbued with willpower, caused even Lin Feng, who had cultivated the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art by visualizing it, to feel a tremor in his heart. How did this statue come to be here? Could it have been moved here by someone from the past? That seemed unlikely, unless a powerful senior had used formidable divine abilities to carve out such a vast Buddha-Demon statue on the spot.
"What is that?"
Lin Feng's eyes landed on the body of the giant Buddha-Demon statue. There, carved into it, was a line of small black characters. If he hadn't looked carefully, he might have overlooked them entirely.
His body trembled slightly, and Lin Feng flashed over to the hand of the giant Buddha-Demon statue, gazing at the line of small text. It read: "I wandered here in leisure and set up an illusion, guarded by an illusion door. Only those with strong comprehension could shatter the illusion door and step into this illusion. And only those with strong comprehension who could also cultivate the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art could pass through that illusion to reach this place."
"Since you can see these words, it means your comprehension is not weak, and you have already cultivated the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art. Treasure this body-tempering technique; consider it a gift of fate given to you. As for this Buddha-Demon statue here, you may only contemplate it—do not move it even a fraction. Of course, if you are confident in your strength, you may try to shift it, but whatever dire consequences arise, you will bear them yourself. Do not blame this bored wanderer."
Wandered here in leisure? Bored wanderer?
A faint, somewhat ironic smile appeared on Lin Feng's face. The ancient hall that the Cloud Sea Sect treated as a top-secret treasure was merely a place where someone had casually passed through during their travels, not even taking it to heart. They had simply left behind a piece of text to commemorate the journey, along with a gift of fate—the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art, which Lin Feng had now obtained.
"Just leisure and boredom for someone else..."
Lin Feng shook his head helplessly. The world was truly strange. He had thought this place might be some ancient relic or the tomb of a powerful figure, but in reality, it was just a spot where a senior master had happened to pass by, leaving behind a powerful technique for him to comprehend and cultivate. That was all—simple and ordinary.
Of course, that senior master was likely someone from a thousand years ago, or even the ancient era, and this place had been preserved intact ever since.
"Leisure!" Lin Feng shook his head with a bitter smile, finding the outcome hard to accept. The contrast was too great. What was just a casual stop for someone else during their travels was, to them, an ancient relic and treasure.
"If one day I become a supreme powerhouse and stop somewhere to leave behind a technique or martial skill with some inscribed words, would it also be treated like this—gazed upon with reverence by future generations as an ancient hall relic?" Lin Feng suddenly thought, murmuring to himself. Then, his mind returned to normal. In truth, when you thought about it, it was just an ordinary matter. Approaching it with an ordinary mindset would make things much easier, without getting tangled up in it.
Lin Feng's state of mind was subtly transforming and improving. Every experience and insight was a tempering of the mind. If you didn't think or dwell on it, nothing happened. But if you pondered and comprehended, you might gain unexpected benefits.
"This Buddha-Demon statue—only to be contemplated, never moved?"
Lin Feng's body trembled, and he retreated to the ground, looking at the massive statue from top to bottom. He saw nothing unusual about it. Moving it—what kind of consequences would that bring?
"Just a game of leisure. Since the senior didn't care, why should I take it too seriously?"
A strange light flickered in Lin Feng's palm, a black radiance that emitted a chilling gleam.
"Three Thousand Buddha-Demon Power—let's see how strong your strength really is."
Lin Feng raised his palm, then moved like the wind, vanishing in an instant. A loud rumbling sound rolled out as his palm struck the massive statue, causing it to shake violently.
"Boom! Rumble!"
A series of buzzing sounds echoed continuously as the Buddha-Demon statue slowly began to shift. Lin Feng's palm pressed against it, and he took another step, his entire body flowing with a peculiar Buddha-Demon light. Terrifying power gathered in his hand, and the statue moved even further.
Nothing happened. After the Buddha-Demon statue shifted, no strange phenomena appeared. Everything remained as it was.
Lin Feng withdrew his palm force, looking at his raised hand, still feeling the surge of power.
With a strong physical body, there was no consumption of true essence. If he fought with his physical strength, he could continue battling endlessly.
"Perhaps this was just another joke," Lin Feng thought, looking at the now slightly tilted Buddha-Demon statue. He shook his head slightly, then glanced around the surroundings and muttered to himself, "It seems there's nothing worth lingering over here."
With that, Lin Feng turned around and walked out of the illusion door, moving with effortless grace, as if nothing had happened.
Qiongqi was waiting for Lin Feng outside the illusion door. Seeing him emerge, Qiongqi let out a low growl.
"Let's go."
A slight smile curled at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. Obtaining the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Body-Tempering Technique was already satisfying enough for him. This trip had at least yielded a significant gain, ensuring he hadn't returned empty-handed, nor had he wasted the journey from the imperial city.
Stepping out of the mountain range, Qiongqi's wings fluttered, carrying Lin Feng away into the distance with effortless ease.
The stone door slowly closed, fitting perfectly back into the cliff face, as if the ancient hall within the mountain had never existed in this world, completely isolated.
After Lin Feng left, in the quiet ancient hall, within the illusion door, no one saw that on the ground beneath the Buddha-Demon statue's feet—where the surface was dim and devoid of luster—a dazzling light suddenly burst forth, brilliant and eerily radiant.
Lines and patterns began to crisscross, shifting and flickering continuously, forming scenes and images.
It was a painting—a landscape painting, a painting of rivers and mountains.
In the painting, there were beautiful women and rivers, mountains and waterfalls, all present, as if they had a life of their own.
Even more astonishingly, as the lines in the pattern flowed without pause, the images carved into the painting actually moved, flowing slowly.
Soon, a terrifying, scorching aura spread from the painting. The beautiful scene abruptly vanished, replaced by endless flames—extremely terrifying flames that seemed to burn everything.
The entire scroll was engulfed in flames, towering fire filling the sky and covering all space.
In the scroll, there was only fire. Occasionally, a few figures would appear, but they were quickly swallowed up and consumed by the flames.
Lin Feng was not there at that moment. If he had been, he would have been utterly shocked—a mere scroll, possessing such profound mystery!
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a wave of flame surged out of the scroll, directly rushing into the empty hall. The flames depicted in the painting had leaped out of the scroll. This was too bizarre!
If Lin Feng had been there, he might have recalled the words of warning left by that wandering senior master: Do not move the Buddha-Demon statue!
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