Sign In Buddha’s Palm
Sign In Buddha’s Palm - Chapter 54: Western Desert, Demon Lord.

Chapter 54: Western Desert, Demon Lord.

Edited by: Mochiusagi

“Finally Grade 1 Great Perfection…”

Su Qin slowly got up, light flashing through his eyes.

After a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster transformed the Divine Sense, Body, and Internal Strength, it is Grade 1 Great Perfection.

What is Great Perfection?

It is Cultivating to the extreme of Grade 1. Further that is Arhat Buddhahood of Buddhism, or the Martial Art World’s Legend Realm.

This is Grade 1 Great Perfection.

Of course, if you want to truly achieve Arhat Buddhahood or Legend Realm, you also need to grasp the Internal Qi of the Heavens and Earth. It’s just that this Internal Qi would have no effect on the strength of a Grade 1 Great Perfection.

“At this time, I can truly be called the strongest under Arhat!” In the depths of Su Qin’s eyes was an inexplicable vortex.

His body has an unprecedented state, prosperous in Qi and blood. His Divine Sense is abundant and can almost affect reality itself. His Internal Strength is completely liquefied and every drop is of vital importance, it is also constantly circulating in his veins.

At this moment, Su Qin can immediately hit the realm of Arhat, reaching a height that countless Martial Artists can hardly look up to throughout their lives.

But Su Qin did not do that yet.

What happened to Abbot Hui Wen is a lesson. Because of his eagerness for success, he entered Cultivation Deviation and almost died.

Moreover, Su Qin is different from Abbot Hui Wen. When Abbot Hui Wen had Cultivation Deviation, Su Qin was there to help; but if Su Qin were to undergo Cultivation Deviation, was there anyone in the world who could save him?

Even if Arhat Pao is resurrected, he may not be able to save Su Qin.

“Let’s not hurry.”

“Do it gradually.”

“I’ll wait for a few months, adjust my mentality to its peak state, and then prepare to break through.” Su Qin thought.

He had completely perfected the three aspects of Body, Divine Sense, and Internal Strength. But before the next step, he must adjust his mentality.

Su Qin completely put down Cultivation. Except for the daily Sign In, Su Qin was just an ordinary Sweeping Monk all throughout the day.

For example, recite Buddhist scriptures along with the disciples of other Courts and listen carefully to the Abbot’s teaching.

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At the same time.

In the depths of the Western Desert.

Western Desert is located in the extreme West of the mainland, bordering the vast sea.

If Hanhai is populated, then the Western Desert is an absolute forbidden zone for life.

The radius of one million li are all Desert.

Even if one is a Martial Artist, once stuck in the Western Desert and they fail to find the way out, he will die because of the lack of water and food.

Currently, the Demon Sect disciple Kun Kong was walking deep in the Western Desert.

The scorching sun volleys and exudes terrifying heat. If it weren’t for Kun Kong being a Grade 4 Martial Artist, and was able to use his Internal Strength to barely slow down the loss of water within his body, he would have been reduced to a corpse by now already.

“Demon Lord, if you don’t show up soon, I will really die here…”

Kun Kong’s lips were cracked dry and his breathing was extremely weak.

More than four years ago, all the Upper Realm Martial Artists of the Demon Sect were cleansed overnight by an unknown Monk. Kun Kong then thought of the previous Sect Master of the Demon Sect and came to Western Desert where the previous Sect Master entered Secluded Cultivation.

In order to revive the Demon Sect, Kun Kong came to the Western Desert without hesitation. He wanted to find the previous Sect master and ask him to shelter what’s remaining of the Demon Sect.

But unfortunately, even after four full years of searching, not to mention finding the Sect Master, he did not find a single person, he was alone.

“Is the Demon Sect destined to decline? Will I die here too?” Kun Kong knelt on the ground, his eyes full of despair.

After staying in this ghostly place for four years, Kun Kong was not only physically tortured, but also mentally devastated.

If it weren’t for using his obsession as fuel, Kun Kong would have given up long ago.

Suddenly, a huge rumbling sounded. Kun Kong looked up subconsciously, and saw a sandstorm.

In the Western Desert, the most terrifying thing is not because the place lacks water or food, but instead the natural disasters that formed within.

Even a Martial Artist in the Upper Realm will be crushed under a sandstorm of this scale.

“Oh well.”

“If I’ll die, at least it’s not from thirst and starvation.”

Kun Kong barely managed to stand up. But he did not escape, instead he moved towards the direction of the sandstorm.

As Kun Kong kept getting closer to the sandstorm, he suddenly noticed something.

“That’s?”

Kun Kong complexion greatly changed, he saw a black dot slowly approaching from within the depths of the sandstorm.

Wherever this black dot went, the extremely violent dust would evade it.

The black dot soon arrived, it was a man wearing a black robe.

Under Kun Kong’s disbelieving gaze, the black robed man walked to him and stopped.

“Blood-Resolving Power? Are you my Demon Sect disciple?”

The black robed man took a look at Kun Kong and asked slowly.

His voice is a bit jerky and hoarse, as if he hasn’t spoken for a long time.

“Demon Lord.”

“You are the Demon Lord!!!”

Kun Kong set off a huge wave in his heart, without the slightest hesitation, he kneeled on the ground and shouted: “Demon Sect disciple Kun Kong greets the Demon Lord!”

“Demon Lord?”

A smile appeared on the black robed man’s face: “It’s been a long time since someone called me that.”

“Let’s talk.”

“What can I do for you?”

The black robed man looked at Kun Kong and slowly said.

He spent a full fifty years in this Western Desert. Forging himself in this harsh environment day and night, almost forgetting the ebbing of time, and even forgot that there was still the Demon Sect outside.

“Demon Lord, the Demon Sect has been destroyed.”

Kun Kong lifted his head, his expression tragic.

“Destroyed?” The black robed man’s eyes narrowed.

Although the black robed man doesn’t care about the Demon Sect, he is still the owner of the Demon Sect after all.

For the black robed man, the Demon Sect is just like his private property. You can look down on it, but if others come to destroy it, they are provoking the black robed man.

“Demon Lord, more than four years ago, an unnamed Holy Monk from the Shaolin Temple came to our doors and single handedly killed the Elders and Sect Master; all of them were in the Upper Realm…”

Kun Kong did not dare add any more information and just stated the truth.

“What is the strength of the Sect Master of this generation?” The black robed man indifferently asked.

Kun Kong hesitated for a while, before opening his mouth and answering: “The Sect Master should have entered Grade 1 Great Grandmaster at that time.”

“Interesting…”

“Really interesting!”

The black robed man calmly said: “With the Cultivation Technique of the Demon Sect, even if you just entered the Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, you can still battle an experienced Grade 1.”

“To be able to kill a Grade 1 of the Demon Sect so easily, and also wipe out all the other Elders, that unknown Holy Monk should be a Peak Grade 1 that has started his transformations.”

The black robed man’s face not only did not show fear, instead it was full of joy.

“I stepped into the Western Desert, using the harsh environment to polish myself day and night. I never slackened for a moment.”

The black robed man’s voice grew louder and louder, finally turning into a roar that sounded everywhere.

“In the past fifty years, my body has been transformed, and my Internal Strength has transformed. I’m only left with my Divine Sense transformation, before I can enter the Great Perfection Realm.”

The black robed man’s pupil flashed: “However, the Divine Sense Transformation is difficult. For me, only through a life and death battle with a Powerhouse at the same level can I have a glimmer of hope of being successful.”

When the black robed man spoke of this, his aura rose.

“I want to see if this nameless Monk of the Shaolin Temple can give the life and death pressure that I need.” The black robed man’s aura was terrifying.