Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

At this moment, Lin Chang’sheng’s divine sense had already entered the Treasure Gourd Space, continuing to study the characters on the walls inside the World-Ending Buddha Cave Mansion.

After constant study, Lin Chang’sheng discovered that these were actually a string of spells.

Reciting the spell could clear the heart and sharpen the eyes, making it hard for demon evil to invade the body, and could even dispel all illusions.

"Namo Buddha, Namo Technique—"

Lin Chang’sheng began to chant the spell softly, and within a ten-mile radius, all were affected by its power; even the Bloodthirsty Taotie grew docile.

"This Calm Heart Spell has such an effect?"

Lin Chang’sheng exclaimed in surprise. Not only could it calm and steady his own mind, but it could even pacify the mood of other beings.

Though the spell did not possess much offensive power, at the critical moment it could be extremely useful.

Buzz—

While Lin Chang’sheng chanted, streams of golden patterns flew off the wall, circling around him endlessly.

"What is this?"

Lin Chang’sheng was somewhat puzzled. Why had these Buddha Patterns come to life?

Driven by his curiosity, the Buddha Patterns intertwined and formed a golden-patterned kasaya, which finally settled onto his body.

When Lin Chang’sheng tried to touch it, he found that the kasaya had already merged into his body and vanished from sight.

"What in the world is going on?"

Lin Chang’sheng tried to summon the kasaya again, but no matter how many times he recited the spell, nothing happened.

Apparently, right now he could not freely control the power of the Buddha Pattern Kasaya.

But as the kasaya fused into his body, Lin Chang’sheng felt his primordial power surging, as if blessed by Buddhist techniques; his internal power skyrocketed, with signs of an imminent breakthrough.

"About to break through to Late Stage of Divinity Transformation?"

Lin Chang’sheng’s heart leapt with joy. If he overcame this barrier, he would reach the Late Stage of Divinity Transformation.

His cultivation would soar even higher.

Boom boom—

With a clear mind, Lin Chang’sheng began to assault the bottleneck again and again. As he kept pushing, cracks slowly formed in the barrier.

Lin Chang’sheng pressed forward, channeling his magical power to strike hard; sweat the size of beans beaded on his forehead, and golden patterns shimmered faintly across his skin, adding to his mysterious aura.

Rumble—

With each assault, the bottleneck finally shattered for Lin Chang’sheng, the process feeling entirely natural.

Instantly, an even more powerful wave of primordial power surged through Lin Chang’sheng’s body.

Every bone and muscle in his body was nourished.

Crack crack crack—

His muscles and bones emitted crisp sounds under the nourishment of primordial power; muscles became tougher, bones more solid.

Even his blood and meridians were greatly magnified.

His meridians grew broader and stronger, able to channel an even more abundant flow of primordial power.

"My primordial power is at least five times stronger than the Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation!"

Lin Chang’sheng threw a punch, feeling the explosive surge of strength, and was instantly overjoyed.

With both physique and magical power enhanced, Lin Chang’sheng’s sea of consciousness expanded too—though how far it could reach, he was unsure for now.

After all, within the Demon God Tribe, divine sense couldn’t extend outward.

But Lin Chang’sheng reckoned it had been boosted to a radius of about fifteen thousand miles.

After his breakthrough, Lin Chang’sheng suddenly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

However, all the disciples around him were sound asleep.

This puzzled Lin Chang’sheng. Normally, cultivators at Golden Core and above had no need to sleep—why were they all slumped over, dozing at their tables?

Even the Wine Sword Immortal was no exception.

What Lin Chang’sheng didn’t know was, thanks to his secret practice of the Calm Heart Spell, he hadn’t been invaded by the mist emanating from the Demon Core.

The others weren’t so lucky.

Lin Chang’sheng turned to look at the Demon Core sent by the Demon God Tribe, and only then did he notice wisps of black fog constantly drifting from it.

Without close observation, one would never notice it.

"Looks like they’re planning to make a move on us!"

Lin Chang’sheng frowned, annoyed; since things had come to this, he wouldn’t hold back.

"Quick, keep up! The Black Fog Bewitching Fragrance only lasts half an hour. Once they wake up, it’ll be trouble!"

A voice rang out outside the door, followed by hurried footsteps.

Seeing this, Lin Chang’sheng played along, feigning unconsciousness to see what they’d do.

Creak—

The door opened, and dozens of Demon Race Tribe members entered the room.

Their leader was none other than Lu Fang.

For the safety of the Demon God Tribe, he was the first to advocate sacrificing Lin Chang’sheng and the others to the Demon God.

That way they could eliminate these unstable threats, and the tribe wouldn’t need to hunt Demon Beasts for the sacrifice.

Truly killing two birds with one stone.

"Easy enough. So what if they’re in the Divinity Transformation stage? Take them to the altar and slaughter them one by one to sacrifice to the Demon God!"

Lu Fang scoffed.

From what Gao Lin said, he thought these opponents would be difficult, but apparently not.

"Sacrifice to the Demon God? Is this how you treat your guests?"

Learning their intentions, Lin Chang’sheng stopped pretending and rose steadily to his feet.

Since these people wanted to do him harm, none of them deserved mercy.

"You—you didn’t get poisoned?"

Lu Fang was stunned; he hadn’t expected Lin Chang’sheng to be unaffected.

"You think your petty tricks can harm me? Pathetic!"

Lin Chang’sheng sneered, waving his hand—and summoned the Heaven-Opening Saber.

"Kill him! Cut that brat down for me!"

Lu Fang ordered, and dozens of Demon Race Tribe members instantly rushed to surround Lin Chang’sheng.

But these Demon Race members were only at the Nascent Soul Stage—how could they possibly be Lin Chang’sheng’s match?

Wherever his blade aura swept, none survived.