Having grown accustomed to the cultivators' ability to transcend time with a flick of their finger, decades could vanish in an instant.

。In this tempestuous demonic sea, Lu Xia Tian also felt for the first time how long time could be. 。By the end, the sky was clear and blue, washed clean. The sea lay tranquil, not a whisper of waves to be heard. 。Like a paradise away from the world. 。At this time, Lu Xiaoteng sat cross-legged on a massive spiritwood that was floating on the sea. 。Looking at the serene sea view before me, it's hard to imagine how turbulent this very same sea was during the demon sea storm. Even cultivators of the highest realm could only struggle desperately within it. 。Lü Xiaotiān had once personally witnessed several Demonic Beasts in the Integration Realm being torn to shreds by the demonic sea storm. 。There are mythical birds in the sky, and crabs from the seabed being lifted halfway up into the air out of their control. 。Even Lu Xiaitian saw the demon's primordial spirit escape and had no time to capture it. 。At the perilous moment of the demonic sea storm, Lu Xia Tian could only barely protect himself. 。

Futile in the face of that near apocalyptic power

。At this time, Lu Xia Tian was seated on a section of a spiritual birch tree that was torn off during the demon sea storm. It was dozens of zhang long and over ten zhang in diameter. 。It floated on the calm sea surface, like a small islet. 。On this broken Linghu wood, there is still a white egret whose intelligence has not yet opened, its strength is only equivalent to the Qi Foundation stage. 。and another cautiously crouched at the other end, its strength already reaching the later stage of Nascent Soul, a Scarlet-necked Winged Serpent 。But this red-wing serpent's condition was truly deplorable, its pair of flesh wings had been ravaged by the demon sea storm, leaving most of them tattered and ruined. 。This red-necked viper, having personally experienced the terror of the storm, also witnessed some of Lu Xiaitian's abilities. It deeply understood how powerful the human cultivators were who shared a piece of the spirit birch tree with it. 。

At this moment, the crimson-winged serpent had struggled through the storm and arrived wounded, even lacking the ability to fly again. It could only temporarily take shelter on this linghua tree. Before it understood Xiaotian's intentions on the other side, the crimson-winged serpent shrank to one side, daring not to move.

。<<>>。For the red-necked serpent, the human cultivator in front of it was even more terrifying than a storm surge from the demon sea. 。Even if the demonic sea storm were to rage, it would be without purpose, indiscriminately affecting both humans and demons. 。As long as one avoids the whirlpool of the demon sea storm and doesn't get too deep, there is always a glimmer of hope. 。And the human cultivator in blue robes before him, as long as anyone had murderous intent towards it, let alone in its current state, even if its former clan was here, they would be slaughtered to the last one without any power to resist. 。The disparity between the two sides was so great that even the red-necked spitting cobra couldn't muster a single thought of resistance. 。The white egret, on the other hand, resembled a human child of several years old. It didn't know what fear was and would occasionally glance at the injured scarlet-necked winged serpent, then again at Lu Xiaotian who sat cross-legged on the other end of the spirit birch tree. 。

The egret flapped its wings and took off, flying in circles for a few moments. The demon sea, after the storm, was as silent as death.

。Not even a ripple disturbed the sea surface. There was no sign of any other living creatures as far as the eye could see. 。The egret, feeling bored again, circled and flew back, landing once more on the birch tree, squawking a few times. 。At this point, the severely injured Scarlet Winged Serpent felt a pang of resentment. The white egret, that foolish bird, had flown away why come back? It didn't know if this human cultivator beside it could slaughter them thousands upon thousands of times. The full moon slowly rose from the sea level, and the demon sea in the night was eerily calm. 。The moonlight sprinkled on the sea, rendering a serene expanse of water-like moonlit flowers. 。

The entire expanse of the heavens was tranquil, profound and mysterious

。Under Lu Xia Tian's divine consciousness, his presence seemed even more profound, like a silent sage, gazing at all living beings under the night sky. 。The moonlit water gradually climbed to the sea surface, sprinkling onto Lu Xia Tian's body. Even Lu Xia Tian felt that this moonlight had become alive. 。Yi Yi Ya Ya, the Bodhi Moon Spirit within quickly chirped softly, unwittingly floating outside her body, merging with the water-like night sky. She was bathed in the moonlight, enjoying herself immensely. 。At the same time, Lu Xia Tian's internal qi also radiated outwards. 。Originally, Lu Xia Tian was an independent individual. 。The breath and fluctuations of magical power have their own patterns. Those at the realm of union, with their strength, combine heaven and earth's spiritual energy into one. As time becomes unbalanced, Lu Xiaotiān's aura and the rhythm of his potential gradually merge with the moonlight in the void and the deep night sky. 。With his divine consciousness unfurled, unconsciously, Lu Xia Tian seemed to sense the pulse of the void and the earth. 。And his own magical fluctuations, unconsciously coincided with the pulsation of this world. Afterward, Lu Xia Tian inhaled, and the magical fluctuations within his body became completely synchronized with the pulsations of heaven and earth. 。Even Lu Xia Tian could sense the profound desolation of this demon sea after the tempestuous calamity. Beneath the heavy silence and air of death, a subtle longing from Mo Su lay hidden. 。Unknowingly, the Town Demon Pagoda also quietly appeared. Inside the pagoda, the relic flickered, its Buddhist light and moonlight merging together. 。<<

Traces of ancient Buddha's aura, like imprints, flickered between the Demon Suppressing Tower and the stupa. >>。This is Lu Xiaitian's constant practice of the ancient Buddha seal bestowed by the ancestral Buddha in the *Mahavastu Sutra*. 。Although there is no corresponding Buddhist treasure that has materialized into a physical relic of the ancient Buddha's seal, 。However, Lu Xia Tian has been immersed in this path for quite some time. 。The mastery of the Buddha's ancient seal on his is extraordinary. 。Inside the body's Demon Suppressing Pagoda, Sheshizi and the Ancestral Buddha's Ancient Seal are like the three legs of a Buddhist Cauldron... 。The ancient Buddha's imprint already possesses its spirit and soul, only the crucial step of shaping the physical form remains. 。The Seven Pagoda of Demon Suppression was imposing and majestic. 。Blending into this demonic sea, it seemed as if it had always existed within this domain, showing no trace of being out of place. 。Unknowingly, the moonlight like water gathered drop by drop towards the area where the Seven Demonic Suppression Towers stood. 。 。On the tranquil and profound demon sea, it seems like a golden kingdom. 。The Buddha's voice reverberated, 。Even the incomplete Linghua tree under Lu Xia Tian's seat was tinged with a different color. 。

The red-necked wing snake, which was originally quite afraid of Lu Xia Tian, now strolled through this kingdom and couldn't help but forget its previous fear.

。All that remains is a heart full of devotion, like a devout believer with nothing else on their mind. 。As for the white egret, it tilted its head curiously, eyeing this nation bathed in Buddha's light. It didn't understand what was happening, but within this moonlit radiance imbued with Buddhist serenity, it felt an unprecedented peace and tranquility. 。The Scarlet Winged Serpent subconsciously categorized Lu Xiaotian as an outsider. 。The longer one stays in the Buddha's light, the more that feeling of discomfort seems to disappear little by little. 。The red-necked spitting cobra couldn't tell when the fear in its heart disappeared, replaced by an awed respect, veneration, and even worship. 。This state persisted for a very long time, until the first glimmer of dawn appeared in the distant east. 。The sun peeked over the horizon, half its face visible from the distant sea level. 。Lu Xia Tian's slightly closed eyes slowly opened. 。Catching sight of the unusually behaving egret and red-necked falcon, a smile appeared on his face. 。

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