After lifting Meng Qi's silence, everyone chatted for a long while longer before Meng Chuan went offline.
Looking at the Buddhist Prayer Bead in his hand, Meng Chuan was certain it was an extraordinary treasure in its own right. Otherwise, it would never have qualified to carry the Three Corpses Severing Method, much less been handed over personally by Bodhi Ancient Buddha.
To someone on the Other Shore, though, it was hardly worth mentioning.
No treasure below the level of the Other Shore was precious to them.
The past stretched endlessly behind them, and the future had no end. Even things mortals considered vanishingly rare and priceless were easy for those on the Other Shore to obtain.
If something did not exist now, they could search the past. If it existed neither then nor now, they could shape the future until it did.
No wonder those mighty figures on the Other Shore regarded everything in the Bitter Sea as Dreamlike Bubbles and Shadows.
Humans, demons, Immortals, Buddhas, devils, Ling...
Every race and every Great Power existed at a single thought of theirs.
Whether something existed or not depended entirely on their will.
How could they possibly regard those still struggling in the Bitter Sea as their own kind?
Meng Chuan sent his Divine Sense into the Buddhist Prayer Bead and received the inheritance of the Three Corpses Severing Method.
Though it was a method for Attainment of the Dao, it also resembled a Divine Ability. It did not have to be cultivated realm by realm like a foundational Cultivation Technique.
Meng Chuan immersed himself in the method that filled his mind.
"Wondrous indeed..."
Yet with Meng Chuan's talent and strength, he grasped the Three Corpses Severing Method remarkably quickly.
He was not merely learning it. He was also working through