Flesh and blood exploded with a deafening roar.
No, it didn't completely explode.
Under Su Yu's will, the Eight Desolations Demon-Suppressing Hand, which was powerful enough to pulverize mountains, lost 99% of its power at the last moment.
The Great Annihilation Pagoda, which erased all martial will, only erased Huiwu's understanding of the " Acala Body," but did not completely destroy his soul.
Even so, the result was still devastating.
The strong wind dispersed the smoke and dust, revealing a shockingly large crater on the Prajna Platform.
Huiwu lay in the center of the pit.
His glass armor shattered completely, and his skin was covered with terrifying cracks like broken porcelain. Blood seeped from every crack, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
His eyes were closed, his breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, and he had completely lost consciousness.
That body, once hailed as indestructible, now resembles a broken doll that has been carelessly discarded after being played with.
Dead silence.
The entire Spirit Vulture Mountain, with its thousands of monks, Soundless.
All eyes were fixed on the figure in black with a sword on the stage.
There was no cheering, no excitement, not even anger.
All that remained was a chilling fear that came from the depths of one's soul.
That's not looking at a person.
They were looking up at a natural disaster that had just subsided, but could strike again at any moment.
Su Yu withdrew his foot.
He didn't glance at Huiwu, who lay lifeless in the pit, as if he had merely swatted a noisy fly.
His gaze pierced through the clouds and landed on the summit of Spirit Vulture Mountain.
The meaning is self-evident.
The battle is over.
The prize should be paid out.
At the mountaintop, inside the pavilion.
The warm jade teacup that had been suspended in mid-air at the abbot's Yuanxin was finally slowly placed back on the stone table with a soft sound.
His usually placid face twitched slightly, but then returned to calm.
But in those cloudy old eyes, there was no longer any composure of having everything under control; only the deep turmoil after a storm remained.
"Amitabha..."
A Buddhist chant rang out, breaking the suffocating silence.
Abbot Yuanxin stood up, nodded slightly to the several Supreme Elders beside him who were equally dumbfounded, and then took a step forward, his figure appearing on the Prajna Platform as if by teleportation.
He didn't look at Huiwu's miserable state, but instead clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Su Yu.
"Benefactor Su's supernatural powers are unparalleled; this old monk is in awe."
This gesture of respect came from the heart.
" The Acala Body is presented to us by our temple immediately."
Please follow this old monk.
As soon as he finished speaking, several monks from the Discipline Hall who had been waiting rushed into the pit, carefully lifted Huiwu up, and sent him to the back mountain for treatment as quickly as possible.
Su Yu nodded lightly, turned around, and followed Abbot Yuanxin down the mountain.
The two walked down the Prajna Platform, one after the other.
Wherever he went, thousands of Xuankong Temple disciples retreated to both sides like a tide, automatically making way for him.
They kept their heads down, not daring to make any eye contact with Su Yu. The awe they felt was more real than any sword or blade.
In the crowd, Huikong watched Su Yu's solitary figure, her hands clenching the Buddhist prayer beads, making a cracking sound, her face full of bitterness and self-mockery.
I was wrong...
We were all wrong.
He is not a dragon; he is a calamity that devours dragons.
Xuankong Temple, Sutra Repository.
This is an ancient wooden tower with nine stories, made entirely of ten-thousand-year-old ironwood, exuding a simple and profound aura.
The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood mixed with ancient books, creating a sense of tranquility.
"This is the most important place in my Xuankong Temple, the Sutra Repository."
Abbot Yuanxin personally led the way, guiding Su Yu smoothly to the ninth floor.
This floor was completely empty, with only a jade slip, dark gold in color and engraved with an ancient image of Buddha, floating quietly in the center.
An aura of supreme yang, strength, and indestructibility emanated from the jade slip.
The Acala Body!
"Benefactor Su, this is the original version of our temple's most treasured martial art."
Abbot Yuanxin's voice carried a hint of complexity, "This technique is a supremely yang Body Refinement divine power of Buddhism, powerful, domineering, and indestructible."
However, the path of cultivation is also extremely perilous.
He paused, then looked deeply at Su Yu: "It is both a protective divine power and the source of inner demons."
If a practitioner's will is not firm, they are easily devoured by the demon-subduing wrath within the cultivation method, turning into Wrathful Vajra who only knows how to kill.
Donor, take care of yourself."
This is both an introduction and a final warning.
Su Yu didn't speak, but simply reached out and grasped the dark gold jade slip in his hand.
A cool sensation came over him, and a vast and powerful information about Body Refinement techniques surged into his mind through his fingertips.
Thank you.
Su Yu uttered two words as a response.
Abbot Yuanxin and said no more.
He knew that any verbal reminders would be superfluous when it came to the monster before him.
"On the west side of this place, there is a quiet room, which has been the place where eminent monks of all dynasties secluded themselves for meditation. It is full of Spiritual Qi and no one will disturb them."
"If Benefactor Su does not mind, you may meditate there."
Thank you for your help.
After a brief handover, Su Yu, led by a monk, arrived at a stone chamber located inside the mountain.
The heavy stone gate blocked out all outside sounds.
The interior furnishings were simple, with only a single futon.
Su Yu sat down cross-legged, but did not immediately begin to comprehend it.
With a thought, he summoned the system panel that he hadn't seen in a long time.
[Host: Su Yu ]
[Realm: Earth Realm Third Layer ( Qi Refinement ), Earth Realm First Level ( Spirit Refinement )]
[Cultivation Techniques: " Yellow Springs Earth Vein Art " ( Subtlety ), " Azure Nether Purple-Gold Spirit Refinement Record " ( Subtlety ), " Pagoda Demonic Baleful Intent Art " ( Subtlety )...]
[ Slaughter Points: 305000]
Looking at the Slaughter Points of just over 300,000, Su Yu's eyes remained completely unmoved.
This was the spoils of war earned through the millennia-long heritage of the Mystic Sword Sect, and it was also the source of his confidence to venture alone into the Xuankong Temple.
The next instant, a cold system notification sounded in his mind.
[The high-grade Earth Realm Body Refinement technique " Acala Body " has been detected. Consume Slaughter Points to perform a deduction?]
A cold smile slowly curved onto Su Yu's lips.
Qi Refinement, Earth Realm Third Layer.
Spirit Refinement, Earth Realm First Level.
Now, it's time to Body Refinement.
Without the slightest hesitation, he made a decision and went all in.
All Slaughter Points were allocated to Acala Body.