Vast Sun Immortal Body

Above the altar, the golden leaf floated about a foot above the stone platform, emitting a faint golden light, like a thin gold leaf that had been illuminated by sunlight. It was so light that it seemed as if a breath could blow it away, yet it remained steadily suspended there, motionless, as if it were nailed to mid-air by some invisible force.

Lin Ming stopped about three feet away from the Golden Page.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze falling on the densely packed ancient characters on the golden page.

The characters were intricately written, resembling tadpoles or cloud patterns. Each character seemed like a scripture compressed hundreds of times. After looking at them for a while, one could even feel the strokes moving slightly.

Instantly, a strong light emanated from it.

The light came suddenly and violently, without any warning, like a golden sun compressed to its extreme suddenly exploding on the surface of a golden page, dyeing his entire field of vision a dazzling gold.

Lin Ming subconsciously squinted, but found he couldn't close his eyes at all. The golden light seemed to pierce through his eyelids and pour into the depths of his pupils.

Within this light, a Supreme Dharma Body was burning.

The entire body of that Dharma Body was formed from pure Golden Flame, like a golden statue that had been set ablaze, sitting solemnly in the void.

Those golden flames burned inward from every inch of the Dharma Body's surface, turning the armor into molten gold, the flesh into golden juice, and the bones into golden paste.

Wherever the flames passed, the outline of the Dharma Body gradually collapsed and melted, like a golden mountain being devoured by fire, peeling away layer by layer from the outside in. The scene was both magnificent and tragic, as if one were watching a carefully prepared sacrifice.

After burning to its extreme, the Dharma Body transformed into a small golden sphere.

The small ball was about the size of a fist, perfectly round and crystal clear, like a golden pill that had been refined to its ultimate state. Fine golden patterns flowed slowly on its surface, and each pattern emitted an extremely condensed Spiritual Energy fluctuation, as if the Spiritual Energy of an entire lake had been compressed into a single bead.

The small ball hangs in mid-air, slowly rotating, and the patterns on its surface flow continuously, emitting a faint buzzing sound, as if hundreds of golden bees are flapping their wings.

Then, with a "whoosh," the small golden ball fell onto the stone platform and shattered.

The shattering was extremely decisive, like an eggshell being struck by a hammer, cracking open in the middle, and then the crack spread in all directions, turning the entire ball into countless tiny golden fragments in an instant.

The fragments varied in size, some as large as a fingernail and others as small as grains of sand, scattered across the stone platform like a handful of shattered gold beans.

Then it transformed into wisps of golden flames.

Flames rose from the fragments, like a swarm of golden fireflies released from their cages, swirling and gathering in mid-air.

Each wisp of flame was as thin as a hair, yet dazzlingly bright. They drew golden arcs in the air, intertwining and entwining with each other, finally slowly enveloping the golden page.

The flames enveloped the gold slowly, as if someone were carefully wrapping a fragile treasure in silk, layer upon layer, until the gold pages were completely engulfed by the Golden Flame.

The moment the Golden Flame enveloped the gold pages, the edges of the pages began to melt, like a thin piece of paper thrown into a fire.

The edge first turned red, then shone, and finally turned into a drop of golden liquid that rolled down and splashed a small golden flower on the stone platform.

The melting speed increased rapidly, and the edges of the gold sheet softened, curled, and dripped like wax, gradually shrinking in the flames.

Beneath this, Lin Ming saw the golden pages begin to burn within the light.

The golden page shrank little by little in the flames, from the size of a palm to the size of a fingernail, and then from the size of a fingernail to a barely visible golden dot.

The entire process was eerily quiet; there were no crackling sounds of burning, no explosive noises, only the point of light shrinking smaller and smaller in the field of vision, like a collapsing golden star.

In the next instant, billions of golden rays suddenly burst forth from this scene.

The golden light shot out in all directions from that point of light, like a golden rainstorm compressed over millennia pouring down at that moment.

Each ray of golden light was like a slender golden sword, shooting out in all directions with a piercing sound, but after traveling a certain distance, they all turned and began to rotate around the point of light, forming a huge golden vortex.

The vortex spun faster and faster, the golden light grew denser and denser, until finally it was impossible to distinguish between light and darkness, and the entire field of vision was turned into a pot of golden porridge.

Finally, the golden light melted away, transforming directly into golden magma.

The lava was an intensely fiery golden-red color, like a flowing, melted golden mountain.

The magma rolled on, and even the space itself could not withstand it, causing it to collapse.

Where the lava passed, it scorched the space with jet-black marks. The space around the marks curled inward like paper that had been burned through, revealing a void of darkness behind them.

The scorch marks spread faster than the lava itself, spreading in all directions like a spider web. Each scorch mark carried a chilling suction force, as if trying to drag everything around into the darkness.

But Lin Ming's eyes shone with a multicolored spiritual light as he stared intently at the golden lava.

Within that lava, he saw countless tiny, ancient characters flowing.

The characters were smaller and denser than those on the gold pages, like a group of tadpoles melted into the gold, tumbling and swimming in a torrent of lava.

Each character exudes an extremely condensed fluctuation of Law. These fluctuations intertwine and entwine with each other, forming an extremely intricate network of Law, like a profound truth of heaven Supreme Principle that has been dismantled into countless fragments being pieced back together in magma.

In the scene, the golden magma condensed above the Altar, transforming directly into a vast lake of golden magma.

The lake was a translucent golden-red color, with tiny golden bubbles rolling and bursting on its surface. Each burst produced a soft "pop" sound, splashing out a few drops of golden-red lava.

The lake rippled, seemingly emanating a destructive power capable of destroying anything that stepped into it.

The force spread outward from the surface of the lake, scorching and distorting the surrounding air, and even creating ripples in the space itself.

Lin Ming stood at the edge of the lake, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead. Before the sweat could even slide down his cheeks, it was evaporated into white steam by the heat.

The golden lava lake churned, seemingly brewing something. More and more bubbles appeared on the surface, growing denser and denser, as the golden-red lava surged upwards from the lakebed, like a giant beast slumbering at the bottom of the lake turning over.

Until a certain moment, golden flames began to rise from the magma. These flames, as thin as hair, rose from the surface of the magma, slowly gathered and intertwined in mid-air, transforming into ancient characters that floated up.

The characters, about a foot in size, were formed entirely of golden flames, burning in the air and exuding a solemn and dignified aura.

"The Dharma Body enters the divine pool, transforming into a golden body."

Lin Ming stared at the ten ancient characters, then looked at the golden lava lake radiating terrifying heat, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Even though it was just a scene, he could still sense how terrifying it was.

The temperature in the lake had reached an indescribable level, like the core of a star compressed to its limit laid out on Altar.

To put it bluntly, even a Lower-Rank Earth Sovereign wouldn't dare to easily throw their Supreme Dharma Body into it, because it could very well be reduced to ashes in an instant.

The power of Law contained within those golden-red magma was too domineering, like a pack of starving beasts; anything that stepped into it would be torn apart, devoured, and melted.

Then the image in the golden light vanished. The golden lava, the burning Dharma Body, and the floating words all disappeared in an instant, like a dream blown away by the wind.

However, these golden lights condensed into the original golden Dharma Body.

Then, under Lin Ming's gaze, the golden Dharma Body began to slowly shrink and eventually disappeared into his body.

In an instant, some characters immediately appeared in Lin Ming's mind.

"The Vast Sun Immortal Body..."

Looking at the characters in his mind, Lin Ming instantly understood that this was the cultivation method for the Vast Sun Immortal Body.

That cultivation Cultivation Method is extremely complex, divided into nine levels. Each level requires the tempering of the physical body and Supreme Dharma Body with extremely abundant Spiritual Energy and spiritual objects, polishing them to be as scorching and solid as the sun.

Based on what the golden light had previously shown, once one cultivates to the Vast Sun Immortal Body into golden magma and undergo a baptism, it would be possible to melt the golden page into golden magma.

The baptism involves immersing the Supreme Dharma Body in the golden lava lake, using the power of the Law within the lava to reforge the Dharma Body, much like recasting a well-forged weapon, removing impurities and flaws, making it purer and more powerful when it emerges from the furnace.

If one can withstand this baptism, it will surely bring unparalleled benefits.

The benefits are probably not just limited to making the Dharma Body stronger. If the power of the Law contained in the magma could be integrated into the Dharma Body, it might cause a qualitative transformation, like a Dharma Body turning into a butterfly in its cocoon.

Just as Lin Ming finished pondering, the voice of the Spirit of the Scripture Repository rang out once more.

The aged voice came from all directions simultaneously, carrying both satisfaction and expectation. "Young man, when you have mastered the Vast Sun Immortal Body, I will invite you again."

As he finished speaking, Lin Ming felt the scene before him change.

The golden square, the Altar, the golden page, and the floating golden text all dissolved in an instant, like ink being washed away by water.

The stone platform beneath his feet vanished, the dome above his head disappeared, and the dark blue light around him vanished, replaced by a hazy, grayish-white expanse.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared at the spot before entering the Scripture Repository.

At this moment, seeing Lin Ming suddenly disappear and then suddenly reappear, the North King and Xia Jia immediately asked with concern, "My lord, are you alright?"

Lin Ming shook his head and looked into the void, his gaze falling on the spot where the Scripture Repository had appeared. The area was now empty, with only a hazy gray-white expanse remaining.

However, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.