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Chapter 565, The Pagoda

After undergoing a transformation in her mindset, Hua Changxi felt a sudden clarity in her heart.

In the past, I was single-mindedly pursuing strength and seeking a foothold, but it was all just a struggle for survival.

Once the problem of survival is solved, one should restrain desires and control one's mind and body. If one continues to follow the previous pattern of behavior and pursue the improvement of strength, it seems that there will be no end. The final result will either lead to nothingness or become a tool for improving strength.

The outward manifestation of one's state of mind is in one's words and actions.

In the past, she was driven by the instinct for survival and the fear of death; but now, it's as if a bright light has been lit in her heart, clearing her mind of the path ahead and making it clear where every word and action should lead.

"Click~"

A faint, yet seemingly piercing sound, bursting forth from the deepest recesses of her soul, quietly echoed within her body.

Although the voice was soft, it made Hua Changxi's eyes flash with a burning light.

She could clearly sense that the invisible barrier that was preventing her from breaking through to the Spirit Platform Realm had loosened a little more.

Hua Changxi's face revealed an undisguised joy, her heart burning with excitement—she had finally taken another big step closer to the Spirit Platform Realm.

"Whoo~"

Hua Changxi took a long breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest, and began to carefully examine the ancient Buddhist temple in front of him that had been silent for countless years.

The temples are covered with layers of dust and mist that have settled over the years. The mottled bricks, tiles and decayed beams bear the marks of time.

Afterward, she stepped onto the stone steps covered with slippery moss and slowly moved forward, preparing to explore the ancient Buddhist temple in detail.

Hua Changxi walked along the central axis of the square, ascending the steps and gradually heading deeper into the area.

As she walked, the ancient Buddhist temple, silent for countless years, unfolded slowly before her eyes like a long scroll sealed by time.

The mountain gate stands majestically, the Hall of Heavenly Kings is solemn, the Great Buddha Hall is magnificent, and the Dharma Hall is secluded and profound; the bell tower and drum tower stand to the east and west respectively, and the Sutra Repository soars into the clouds; the Guanyin Hall, Manjushri Hall, and Samantabhadra Hall stand side by side, while the Ksitigarbha Hall, Sangharama Hall, and Medicine Buddha Hall are hidden behind them...

Hua Changxi walked step by step, and every hall, every Buddha statue, and every brick and stone silently told her about the past of this ancient temple.

Along the way, she deliberately concealed her aura, avoided those cultivators who were plundering everywhere, and did not participate in any competition.

Amidst wave after wave of frantic scrambling, the already dilapidated temple became even more crumbling.

What could be taken away had already been looted clean; what couldn't be taken away, the various cultivators used their own supernatural abilities, some using forbidden techniques to peel off the stone wall reliefs, others using magical artifacts to cut the spiritual materials fragments in the temple, and even the stone Buddha lotus seat was dug up by the roots.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation and deep-seated knife and sword marks etched into the beams and pillars.

As they ventured deeper into the ancient Buddhist temple complex, Hua Changxi still found himself empty-handed.

This was the first time since she began cultivating that she had gained nothing.

Originally, Hua Changxi planned to leave after exploring the last hall of the ancient Buddhist temple. However, just as she was about to turn back, she suddenly stopped.

A detail she hadn't noticed before suddenly popped into her mind. According to Jing, after they broke through the restrictions, no fewer than dozens of forces rushed into the Ancient Buddha Temple, which was significantly different from the number of cultivators she had seen along the way.

Even though cultivators suffered heavy casualties in the struggle for opportunities, their numbers still couldn't keep up.

Where did the other cultivators go?

Hua Changxi stood in the courtyard of the last temple, silently spreading her divine sense in all directions.

Before long, she discovered that deep within the courtyard lay a back door, densely covered by moss and vines.

She pushed aside the drooping withered vines and pushed open the door to go out.

The view outside the door suddenly opened up.

Not far away is a sheer cliff, its walls plunging straight down as if cleaved by a knife and axe, with no bottom in sight.

Beyond the precipice, only a vast sea of ​​fog remained.

The grayish-white mist was so thick it was almost solidified, swallowing everything in the world, leaving only a few meters in sight.

Hua Changxi once again released his divine sense, plunging into the dense fog and searching inch by inch.

Before long, his divine sense detected something unusual—a suspension bridge lay quietly hidden in the fog, a hundred meters to the right rear of the back door, at the corner where the fog was thickest.

The bridge was completely shrouded in mist, and it was impossible to detect without deliberately using one's divine sense.

The suspension bridge is made of iron cables and wooden planks. The iron cables are covered with rust, and the gaps between the wooden planks are filled with dark green, damp moss. They hang loosely, as if they are about to break at any moment.

Hua Changxi remained silent for a moment, then stepped onto the suspension bridge.

The wooden planks creaked dully beneath her feet, the bridge swayed slightly, and thick fog surged in from all directions, instantly engulfing her figure.

Hua Changxi held her breath and carefully took each step, her divine sense like an invisible spear, piercing through layers of fog ahead.

The deeper one goes, the thicker the fog becomes, and visibility almost disappears, with only one's divine sense still able to perceive the scene more than ten feet away.

After walking for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a majestic silhouette slowly emerged from the depths of the sea of ​​fog.

Hua Changxi focused his attention and examined it closely. The outline gradually became clearer—a Buddhist pagoda, towering into the clouds, with a total of eighty-one floors, reaching straight into the sky.

It stands there, perched atop the opposite mountain peak, hidden deep within the ever-present mist, silent as a frozen clock.

Upon seeing the pagoda, Hua Changxi quickened her pace and soon crossed the suspension bridge.

Outside the pagoda, all was silent, and there was no sign of any monks.

Hua Changxi looked at the wide-open pagoda, pondered for a moment, and then took out the Nightmare Bell of the Crimson Nightmare Lady.

In a Buddhist sanctuary, it's not appropriate to engage in large-scale killing; using the Nightmare Bell to create a dream is just right. (End of Chapter)