"Could it be that the three heads and six arms, the thousand hands and other magical powers of Buddhism have such an origin?" Wang Xuan was puzzled.
Below the stage, all the other losers were blown apart, leaving no trace of their bodies but blood all over the ground.
Even though these were ancient events, Wang Xuan was horrified when he saw them. It was too tragic, with thousands of powerful men of unknown levels having died.
This time, after the Thousand-Armed Demon behind him roared, the shadow left on the ground completely disappeared!
By this time, Wang Xuan had a clear idea in his mind. He then walked to one platform after another and kept refusing. The shadows of the demons behind him became fewer and fewer.
"Are you willing to follow the path of my clan? All the top powerful clans in the world can transform into human form and reveal their true form. It's up to you!"
On a grand platform, the big demon in the purple light ball spoke and said a few more words. It seemed that it could see that Wang Xuan cared a lot about human life.
“No!” Wang Xuan still refused, and soon, another demon shadow disappeared behind him!
Until a man appeared on a high platform, with an immortal look and white mist surrounding him. He looked otherworldly and ethereal, and no matter how you looked at him, he looked like a true immortal.
"Are you willing to take the... devil's path?" the man asked with a gentle smile, and looked at Wang Xuan intentionally.
Human-demon? This is still not human!
Moreover, at this time, Wang Xuan sensed the changes in himself. His appearance did not change, but his inside was roaring.
He sucked in a breath of cold air. The demons looked like humans only in appearance, but their internal structure was completely different. Of course, it was only the energy that was evolving, and the flesh and blood remained unchanged.
At this point, Wang Xuan stopped considering it and refused all the way, regardless of whether they were in human form or not, they were all monsters.
Later, even a race of immortals emerged.
After Wang Xuan carefully observed the inside, he found that the inside of this creature had nothing to do with humans.
He walked across hundreds of platforms and met many mythical races, but he rejected them all. In the end, there was no trace of demons behind him.
Wang Xuan looked at himself. Although he was covered in blood, he had regained his human form.
“This is the demon’s secret path!”
Wang Xuan whispered that he rejected this secret path.
He smelled a medicinal fragrance coming from his flowing blood. Was this the medicinal properties of the blood grapes he had eaten being expelled from him?
What an unexpected change, it can be cleared like this!
Hundreds of platforms are still there, but the densely packed creatures beneath the platforms are gone, and the entire coast is quiet.
The vast ocean became calm, with no more waves crashing against the sky, and the boat made of the Feathered Divine Bamboo came to the shore.
"Get on board!" someone suddenly spoke.
Wang Xuan was startled. It was so sudden that he looked up suddenly.
A man suddenly appeared on the golden bamboo boat. He was wearing a straw raincoat and holding a fishing rod made of divine bamboo. He sat at the bow with his back to the coast.
He did not actually make the sound, but conveyed his meaning through spirit.
"Why do you want me to get on board?" Wang Xuan asked.
"Didn't you reject all the top 'real body' paths?" the man was surprised.
Wang Xuan immediately understood that the 'true body' he mentioned refers to the true bodies of various creatures such as the Golden-winged Roc and human immortals, which are powerful enough!
“If you don’t want to take the top path of the true body, as an alien, then you can only take the path of transformation. Why don’t you get on the boat?” The man in the straw raincoat still didn’t turn around.
Wang Xuan felt that he had been tricked by those aliens. Now he could be sure that this was indeed the secret path of the demons!
He whispered, "As a human being, do you still want to get on board?"
He was unsure, what if this man was a big demon and swallowed him up as blood food? Everything he experienced today was unbelievable.
The man remained calm and did not look back. He said, "Humans and aliens can all follow the path of the true body of a demon, so naturally they can also follow the path of transformation. Even though you are a human, you should... still be able to follow it."
No matter how Wang Xuan listened, he felt that this man didn't seem to be so sure.
He gritted his teeth and decided to board the ship. He had seen all kinds of monsters and demons before, so what was there to worry about?
As a result, as soon as he approached the bamboo boat, the man immediately showed disgust and said, "I have been ferrying for so many years, and the people and monsters I have encountered are either as fragrant as orchids or musk, or have the fragrance of immortals. Even the weakest creatures who have just become true practitioners are not so smelly."
When Wang Xuan heard this, he really wanted to beat him up!
However, he smelled it and found that the smell on his body was indeed not washed away after escaping from the snake's belly.
But this man is too direct, his honesty is unbearable.
"No, you are not a cultivator yet, just a mortal. How did you get in? You are not dead." The man spoke again.
Of course, every time he spoke, he was actually expressing his meaning in spirit.
Wang Xuan immediately realized that when he said just becoming a practitioner, he meant setting foot on the path to transcendence. In ancient times, this was just... the starting stage!
"Huh, interesting. You have a strong concentration of factors from the inner world in your body. I see." The man said, and then urged him to get on board.
"Your master actually took such good care of a mortal like you, and took you into the inner scene several times."
The man sighed and sensed it silently. He turned back suddenly and said, "Could it be that you got the inner treasure?"
"What is the inner treasure?" Wang Xuan asked.
"A powerful patriarch died unexpectedly. Before he died, he refined a corner of his inner world and merged it with the treasures of the real world to form a rare treasure."
Wang Xuan was moved and asked, "A smaller version of the interior?"
"You can understand it this way." The man nodded, and at this time, he had turned around.
However, Wang Xuan did not see his person. It was just a straw raincoat, empty inside, with only a faint mist lingering in the darkness.
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