Slow Simmer Over Low Heat

Crack! Crack!

Great Freedom Snow Mountain Bodhisattva's skin and flesh gradually turned glass-like, while the life in his wide, staring eyes rapidly scattered away.

Hearing Shen Yi speak such outrageously disrespectful words, he should have responded in towering fury. Yet now, this Great Vow Bodhisattva of greatest prestige within the Bodhi Sect could only watch helplessly as his body flaked apart piece by piece, the crystalline fragments dimming one after another before silently turning to dust in midair.

This was the price of suffering backlash because his cultivation was insufficient to wield an innate Buddhist treasure.

The last gleam flickered in Snow Mountain Bodhisattva's pupils. He could not understand it. This young man, who had only just achieved success in cultivation, not only commanded two Dao patterns in an unprecedented manner and possessed so many nine-refined spirit treasures, but under such circumstances, he also held a reserve of tribulation power so terrifying that even he feared it.

Within the Ethereal Cosmos, his Dharma body stood unmoving as a mountain.

How could there be a cultivator in this world without a single weakness? How could the Heavenly Dao tolerate it?!

"You will never have the chance to attain first rank—"

At the instant his consciousness was about to vanish, the old monk's face had hardened like jade. Yet he still struggled to tug up the corners of his mouth, revealing a venomous smile.

The Heavenly Dao might tolerate him, but the two sects would not!

That punch which had just collided head-on with the Immaculate Buddhist Beads had used the Bodhi Sect's Dharma body. Its momentum had been far too vast; the Buddha would surely see it.

Before long, the two sects would notice something was wrong. On the day his Divine Dynasty identity was exposed, he would forever lose his