Lin Feng struck with a shoulder slam, and the "Spiritual Master" behind him came chasing on all fours. From a distance, Lin Feng unleashed a [Sword Talisman: Break the Army] at eighty percent strength, trying to stop the "Spiritual Master" from closing in. The talisman sliced open the "Spiritual Master's" hide robe, exposing bloody flesh.
Inside the "Spiritual Master's" clay was his flesh and blood.
Like an endless, undying flower.
The "Spiritual Master" had attained final nirvana? Bullshit.
He was immortal. That flesh looked for all the world like cancer cells growing without restraint. As the Spiritual Master emerged, new arms sprouted from his hands, and his bones transformed into magical artifacts.
Bad, bad, this was really bad!
One glance told Lin Feng that this was probably another master who had "strayed down the wrong path."
There were far too many people straying down the wrong path these days. Fools and idiots lacked the ability to innovate, to find crooked shortcuts in existing knowledge that would help them achieve their "grand ambitions."
Only those who were clever but lacked great resolve, courage, and perseverance would search through knowledge for stray scraps and, driven by their various fears, become a "Five-Powers Immortal"—an adherent of the "Heterodox Path" they had once disliked.
The Bodhisattva whose name he could not remember had done exactly that. A master of unquestionably formidable strength, he had first been betrayed by his junior fellow disciple and the slaves under him. Then he had seen [Ascension Stockade] and, after realizing who knew what, turned into another sort of Bodhisattva that Lin Feng could not recall. Lin Feng still remembered him vividly. Leaving aside whether this Bodhisattva was ugly—
And whether he had attained enlightenment—
Judging purely by his condition—
That counted as an unconventional form of immortality.
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