MTLNOVEL Chapter 195: The Old Monk Is Stunned, Why Can't the Shackles Be Shaken Apart?_1
As the old monk's voice gradually fell,
a sacred white Buddha light suddenly burst forth from his body.
Besides the somewhat dazzling white Buddha light,
an aura unique to the Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation and one of terror also gradually emerged from the old monk.
As it turned out, the old monk's cultivation level had always been at the Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation.
The reason he was discovered and captured by the Luo Family's Shadow Guard
was nothing more than an intentional act.
To arrive at this very moment.
"Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation?"
Luo Changfeng felt the emaciated old monk before him, who was radiating sacred light and exuded waves of the Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation and terrifying Buddha power.
His eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.
And the young man code-named Abyss standing not far from the old monk
also, in an instant,
unsheathed the specially-made, blood-red Spiritual Weapon Blade from his waist.
His gaze was fixed dead on the old monk before him,
and an extremely icy aura coupled with a slightly unsettling murderous intent exploded from him.
"Benefactor, you have keen eyes,"
"Since this is the case, why not join Buddha's door and help countless others still struggling in the sea of suffering? Would you consider it?"
The scrawny old monk said, while
his sagging and deeply aged face
slowly formed what he believed to be an exceedingly benevolent smile.
Additionally, his hands that were previously clasped together gradually opened up, applying gentle force.
It seemed he wanted to completely shatter the manacles on his body, made of millennia-old Xuan iron that enveloped him in chilling waves of cold.
[Rattle rattle...]
Following the old monk's increasing exertion,
the manacles forged from millennia-old Xuan iron started to emit a series of crisp sounds.
However, the next moment,
to the old monk's surprise, who was at the Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation,
the supposedly ordinary yet exceptional manacles on him were not shattered by his tremendous strength.
What...what exactly is going on???
"Spiritual artifact manacles?"
"Or perhaps, manacles made from special materials?"
The scrawny old monk pondered inwardly.
Afterward, he silently nodded in agreement.
Yes, it must be so.
Otherwise, how could a mere set of common manacles possibly restrain a Cultivator at the Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation?
The Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation, although only the fourth major realm within the Five Realms of Mortality,
if only in the Da Feng Dynasty,
then a Cultivator at this Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation would already count as top-tier.
"Since it is so, then let me test, just how strong these manacles really are..."
The emaciated old monk murmured softly.
Then, he clasped his hands together,
and slowly closed his eyes.
A terrifyingly powerful aura was slowly brewing within him,
and behind him, the phantom of a giant white lotus that seemed to root between heaven and earth gradually appeared in the high skies behind him.
White Brahma Temple's reputation as one of the Three Great Demonic Forces of Buddhism
lies not only in its most sacred object, the White Brahma Lotus, but also
in the White Brahma Decree that could summon the phantom of the White Brahma Lotus to the world and forcibly enhance one's strength for a short period, another ace of White Brahma Temple.
[Sigh...]
[Sigh sigh...]
As time passed,
winds roared within the courtyard occupied by Luo Changfeng.
A giant white lotus phantom that appeared sacred yet emanated a hint of evil
also materialized in the skies above the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
An aura, even more powerful than the Initial Realm of Blood Cultivation but not yet at the Intermediate Stage
was now furiously emanating from the scrawny old monk.
"Break open!"
The old monk's aged face turned slightly red,
and his robe embroidered with white lotus flowers
was now being lifted by the howling winds and the enveloping powerful aura.
[Clang...]
The manacles forged from Xuan iron
were now stretched tight.
The crisp sounds of colliding manacles once again echoed from Luo Changfeng's courtyard.
However, unfortunately,
the outcome was no different from the last.
The manacles on the scrawny old monk were still securely fastened to him.
And at this very moment, not only had the old monk turned a shade of blood-red,
but the loose skin around his neck also bulged with prominent veins.
"How could this be?"
"How could this happen?"
"Impossible, it's not possible..."
Having faced the reality, the old monk turned his gaze to the calmly sitting Luo Changfeng in the Stone Pavilion ahead.
The cloudy eyes of the scrawny old monk appeared to flicker with myriad doubts.
He was puzzled as to why the manacles seemed so unbreakable.
He also wondered,
was this an issue with him or the manacles themselves?
"What's the matter?"
"You're not struggling anymore?"
Inside the courtyard, beneath the Stone Pavilion,
Luo Changfeng, while holding his cup of hot tea, asked the old monk who still had manacles on and whose face remained somewhat red,
his eyes filled with endless doubt, in a soft voice.
It seemed that the commotion from the old monk also affected this side.