My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 506 - 452: Battle Power of 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers and Generals?

Chapter 506: Chapter 452: Battle Power of 100,000 Heavenly Soldiers and Generals?

Gradually, the space disturbance became stronger, a wave of fatigue overwhelmed him, Wang Zijia felt drowsy, and his consciousness began to cloud over.

"Ding!"

In the next moment, in Wang Zijia’s mind, the Balanced Scale and Three Copper Weights simultaneously emitted an incredibly dazzling golden light, and the scale continuously vibrated while the weights spun at high speed around it.

The huge sound woke Wang Zijia up instantly, who had been dazed and on the verge of unconsciousness.

Inside the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, the Golden Balance trembled constantly, the Red Copper Weights spun at high speed into three streaks of light. Such intense reaction, never seen before, changed Wang Zijia’s complexion slightly.

However, he didn’t see any new weights forming. Seeing this, Wang Zijia hesitated a bit, then cautiously sent out his thoughts to explore.

"What is this?"

When Wang Zijia regained consciousness, he realized that he was no longer in the forest where he had been before but neither had he entered the legendary Ghostly Domain.

Instead, he found himself in a silver-white world where everything was silver and white except for a golden Sanskrit flashing in front of him.

In this silver-white world, Wang Zijia felt a strange yet familiar sensation that he couldn’t explain.

This feeling was very strange and inexplicably familiar, but despite racking his brains, he couldn’t recall where he had experienced it before.

The intense trembling of the scale in his mind indicating the lack of time to ponder on these matters, Wang Zijia turned his attention to the golden Sanskrit in front of him.

It was a page from an ancient book, as if torn from some Buddhist classic.

Why was it a Buddhist classic?

Because it was written in Sanskrit!!!

The very Sanskrit that Wang Zijia recognized from his previous life!

What dumbstruck Wang Zijia was, he clearly didn’t recognize this in his previous life, and in this life, it is needless to say.

Both the front and back of the book page were printed with many words, all of which were unrecognizable to Wang Zijia.

However, there were handwritten words on both the front and back. The same words made sense to Wang Zijia, and more importantly, he was able to read them.

Moral Precept: Temporary cause and effect, a hundred years later, each follows the six realms, not related.

Waves of Desire: Sun and Moon gaze at each other, revolving and never parting. Seeing you wherever I go, I feel like being burned in fire.

The terms "Moral Precept" and "Waves of Desire" were the feelings Wang Zijia got from reading the two lines of poetry. They were not written titles, only the poems were written, no titles.

"What does this mean?"

"Where is the Ghostly Domain?"

"What is this for?"

Wang Zijia looked blankly at the object. The book page in front of Wang Zijia was constantly spinning and also slightly vibrating.

The Balanced Scale in his mind was also vibrating at the same frequency, scattering golden light continuously.

The next moment, perhaps because Wang Zijia had been inactive for too long, the Balanced Scale in his mind started shaking more violently, as if bearing some terrifying pressure.

While feeling a bit nervous, Wang Zijia decided to touch the Golden Balance and, just like how he had done to get the instruction on the use of the Golden Finger, asked: What should I do?

"Choose!"

The feedback from the unknown information left Wang Zijia somewhat perplexed.

Choose what?

Choose "Moral Precept" or "Waves of Desire"?

These two lines of poetry, clearly written by the same hand, represent two different choices?

Looking at the two lines of text, Wang Zijia furrowed his brows.

The two lines of poetry gave Wang Zijia two feelings: Moral Precept and Waves of Desire.

Just based on feeling, he would rather choose Waves of Desire. But...

"Sun and Moon gaze at each other, revolving and never parting. Seeing you wherever I go, I feel like being burned in fire."

This is a love poem, isn’t it?

Moreover, it is a love poem expressing yearning for love and suffering from unrequited love!

Currently, Wang Zijia, whose head was filled with lawsuits, didn’t quite know what was going on but instinctively rejected this.

Plus, since the page was clearly written in Sanskrit, the theme of Moral Precept seemed to be much more fitting. In a conservative situation, this seemed to be the safer choice!

Without much time to think, Wang Zijia felt the Golden Balance in his mind vibrating more violently. It seemed that if he didn’t handle it quickly, the scale wouldn’t be able to hold on.

He decisively reached out and touched its front side.

"Temporary cause and effect, a hundred years later, each follows the six realms, not related."

As Wang Zijia’s hand touched the handwritten poem, the book page in front of him burst into a sky of golden light.

In the next moment, the entire silver-white space was filled with endless silver unknown energy madly rushing at Wang Zijia, completely flooding him.

Wang Zijia slipped once again into a daze, this time completely losing consciousness.

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"Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Fahui? Fahui?"

In a daze, Wang Zijia felt a strong spell fluctuation that made his heart tremble. Calls were echoing in his ear.

Wang Zijia slowly woke up, and all he could see was a white expanse with countless things squirming.

Seemingly white bone skulls?

An endless sea of skulls, continuously surging.

He looked to his side and saw a bald young man in a Buddhist robe, looking at him with confusion and puzzlement written all over his face.

The person who spoke out just now seemed to be him, seemed to be talking to him?

’Fahui? Was he calling me?’

Subconsciously lowering his head, he found that he was also wearing a Buddhist robe. He reached out to touch his head and felt a cool sensation.

"Boom!"

A strong wave of spiritual power made Wang Zijia instinctively lift his head.

What did he see?

Above the Nine Heavens, a colossal Buddha and a colossal Blood Skull were locked in battle. Around them were smaller Vajra Arhats and terrified demons, also engaged in combat.

Looking around, monks in the Infant God Realm were fighting in the sea of skulls like soldiers. Although they were not exactly expendable, they were roughly on par with the fabled army of heavenly soldiers and generals!