666 A grain of sand contains a world

The head of the Fei family's eyes flashed with deep resolve as he pondered, thinking to himself, 'We must not allow this corrupt practice to spread within the Fei family, or it will be a disaster.'

A flicker of fear crossed Officer Fei's eyes as he recalled some rumors and records: 'In the fifteenth year of the Fang Kingdom, an entire family of over two hundred people vanished overnight.'

The epilogue vaguely recounts that their ancestor, a sixth-level martial artist, broke through to the Martial King realm overnight and fled to another place to start a new family.

He nodded solemnly and said softly, "Besides us, there are only two others with decent cultivation levels."

I'll talk to them tomorrow and reassure them to stay home and enjoy their retirement with their families, and not to go out.

After a moment's thought, Officer Fei said in a calm tone, "Regarding the arrangements after his death, I suggest that the benefits enjoyed by his descendants be extended from the original three years to five years, and that this period remain unchanged."

I wonder if the head of the family agrees with this?

The head of the Fei family in Changzhou pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement, and slowly said, "We'll bring it up again at the meeting; I doubt anyone will object."

Seeing that the head of the family nodded in agreement, Officer Fei continued, "Since the head of the family has no objections, then this matter is basically settled."

In the future, the treatment of their descendants after their death will remain unchanged for five years. Presumably, they have no ulterior motives; otherwise, don't blame us for showing no mercy.

In the inner courtyard of the border town, Yun Su had already gone into seclusion in the spiritual realm. Perhaps it was uncertain how long the spiritual realm could last, so the women cherished the time even more, especially Wei Lan, Hui Fu, Bai Er, and others.

The backyard was now a quiet place. Gazing gently at the moon, He Chen fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, I felt the passage of time, as if the invisible years flowed slowly by like water, taking away the noise and leaving behind tranquility.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the surroundings instantly changed. The three thousand layers of divine bell shield, like a dense spider web, blocked out the wind and rain, completely isolating him within a ten-foot radius from the outside world.

The divine bell shimmered with a mysterious light, as if it were a self-contained divine kingdom, both mysterious and solemn.

You can almost feel the air inside, a sense of purity and freshness.

Quiet and spacious, time seems to slow down here.

In this self-contained divine kingdom, He Chen thought for a moment, and several small grasses suddenly sprouted on the ground, but they slowly disappeared after lasting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling arose, as if He Chen was the master here, and all the creatures here seemed to be under He Chen's control over life and death.

Suddenly, a strange sense of inquiry arose in my heart.

With a mere thought, the ground seemed to be touched by a magic brush, and several tender green grasses instantly broke through the soil, slowly blooming into bright little flowers, full of vitality and life.

Upon closer inspection, these blades of grass are lush and vibrant, each one seemingly the essence of heaven and earth. They sway gracefully in this divine realm, and even seem to exude a faint fragrance.

However, the vitality only lasted for a short while, about three times longer than before, before slowly disappearing like a dream bubble to He Chen's astonishment, turning into nothingness.

It's just a small space, but it feels like a priceless treasure. I can't describe how I feel right now.

With a gentle wave of the hand, a faint breeze, like waves gently lapping against the shore, brings coolness and tranquility, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

A grain of sand contains a world; a tree holds a Bodhi tree!

So many things, so many things that were unattainable before, things that I thought were just ethereal and intangible, are now slowly being born in my hands, and a tremendous sense of accomplishment arises from my heart.

At this moment, He Chen's heart was like that of a child, yet also like that of a god who controls all things; with a thought, he could make mountains and rivers appear and plants grow.

Every blade of grass and every leaf seems to be his child, obeying his call and displaying the miracle of life.

But after a short while, the mountains, rivers, and vegetation slowly disappeared, and He Chen felt a sudden, inexplicable sadness.

Gently stroking the ground of the abbot's quarters, he felt a softness like white clouds, and couldn't help but nod slowly, his mind immersed in it. He observed his own condition.

Divine Skill: Divine Bell Shield with 3,000 layers. Currently at 3,000 layers. Next level: [Insufficient kill points, calculating]

Swordsmanship: One strike, three thousand cuts; currently, one strike, one thousand five hundred cuts.

Weapon: Gentleman's Blade, sturdy and sharp, level 3000, with the abilities of Silence, Shatter, Critical Strike, Intimidation, and lightning and fire spirituality.

Inner Strength Technique: Thunderfire Inner Strength Technique, Level 4000

Realm: Rank 11, Martial Saint

Kill points: 79,000.

Footwork: Cloud and wind walking steps, each step covering a thousand miles.

Exchangeable items: Contract of Life and Death, Spatial Ring, Cloud Piercing Arrow...

Formation: Sky-Covering Formation, Five Blessings Formation!

One cannot help but explore, and finds a kingdom of its own, a world within a flower, and a divine kingdom within a person.

He thought to himself, 'As expected, I still have to go and kill some people.'

He couldn't help but shake his head slightly. This amount of killing points probably couldn't be achieved with just one or two hundred million; each living being was worth five points.

Hundreds of millions of lives!

To accumulate a sufficient number would mean the loss of at least hundreds of millions of lives.

The accumulation of these burdens is simply too heavy to bear.

With a slight smile, he said, 'This path is not what I seek!'

With a gentle wave of the hand, all the chaos vanished, leaving only a tranquil space.

His mind settled down, and suddenly, on a whim, he used his hand as a knife to unleash the Five Tigers Severing Gate Knife Technique that he had acquired before!

The sword technique involuntarily surfaced in my mind; each move and stance revealed the essence of the sword technique, as if I had become one with the sword technique.

In an instant, He Chen used his hand as a blade, cleaving open the void in front of him. With a single slash, the air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, exploding with a tremendous roar.

It was as if a fierce tiger had suddenly broken free of its cage, shattering the cage in an instant. A muffled explosion resounded in the air, as if a force of five thousand pounds had been unleashed, causing the surrounding divine kingdoms to tremble.

He Chen withdrew his gesture, his eyes gleaming.

I couldn't help but smile to myself.

Vajra Eagle Claw Kung Fu, the Seven Styles of Confucianism, the Willow Support Sword Technique, and the Myriad Swords of Heavenly Peak—various sword techniques were quietly practiced in the abbot's quarters.

Suddenly, it was as if a mighty Vajra had awakened in the square, its sharp talons leaving deep scratches in the air.

It is like a sword technique that is light and agile, wielded with ease, just like a willow branch brushed by a spring breeze, both beautiful and resilient. The tip of the sword seems to guide the spring breeze, causing all things to grow.

A thousand swords were unleashed simultaneously, soaring straight into the sky; each sword was as powerful as a mountain, while the myriad swords destroyed the heavens and the earth.

The abbot's meditation unfolds in the quiet space, like a once-in-a-millennium masterpiece, unparalleled in all time.

He Chen stared intently, holding his breath, deep in thought. In the silence, he used his hand as a blade and slashed, unleashing 1,500 blades of light that surged forth like a river bursting its banks.