Behind the Master stood the illusory, interwoven figure of the Bodhi Tree. Wearing the Lotus Crown, he smiled. "Xie Guan, use your Natal Essence!"
His voice rang out like a morning bell, echoing all around.
The Demon Master and the others had lost all heart, despair in their eyes.
The Master's cultivation had advanced again, crossing the limits of the mortal world to reach the Celestial Realm.
He was now truly invincible in this world. Even if they attacked together, it would be no use.
But the Eldest Disciple was turning over the Master's words, as if he had grasped something.
"A spirit hidden within an aperture, nurturing a Heavenly Grotto of its own."
You raised your head toward the Master, whose aura seemed to transcend the world. "What I condensed was not Natal Essence."
Your words came slowly and evenly, yet even the bodhi leaves stilled.
The Master frowned slightly.
Lu Hua could hardly believe what she heard. The aura emanating from you was unmistakably that of Natal Essence. Why would you say it was not?
The Eldest Disciple seemed to recall something the Second Disciple's Yang Spirit had told you all at the Gathering of Beauties Banquet, before it ascended.
He had also spoken of cultivation methods and mentioned the Prince of Yan. He must have cultivated such a method to ascend.
Could you have... learned the Prince of Yan's method?
No. You weren't a disciple of the Three Truths. Even Dongxuan and the others, despite possessing Mount Zhongnan's Daoist lineage, had left no inheritance.
Heaven and earth seemed to forbid this method. Or rather, in this world, it should have been impossible to master!
You slowly sheathed your sword. Your aura changed, a soft, lustrous glow rising from your body as all 365 major apertures drew in