My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 509 - 453: Infinite Stream Chaos Enters?_2

Chapter 509: Chapter 453: Infinite Stream Chaos Enters?_2

Just after exchanging the pollution, the weights turned into light spots. The next moment, the light spots began to grow rapidly, and Wang Zijia quickly exchanged them again.

"Value +0.8 ten thousand!"

"Value +10 thousand!"

"Value +0.9 ten thousand!"

"······"

To prevent accidents, Wang Zijia dared not let the blood-red weights accumulate much and kept on exchanging.

During this process, the flesh and blood that wrapped Wang Zijia, the moving power of this area gradually weakened.

Meanwhile, there was more than one bald head in the flesh and blood.

This giant lump of flesh and blood had engulfed the entire top of the mountain earlier.

There were several bald heads around him. A bit in front, after the light array shattered, a large swath of bald heads was also enveloped in the group of flesh and blood.

As the flesh and blood squirmed, some monks’ faces turned flush, gritting their teeth to resist the most primitive urge in their hearts.

Some ultimately couldn’t hold on any longer, stopped meditating, and began to squirm with the flesh, as if merging with it, seeming to take pleasure in some sort of ecstasy with endless joy.

In the midst of such steadfast resistance, the young monk by Wang Zijia’s side, who was obviously friends with Wang Zijia as Fahui and was holding the dead body of ’Bodhisattva Zongyu’, also gradually turned red.

As his expression changed, Wang Zijia’s consciousness began to withdraw from this world.

Just like Infinite Stream, this monk was clearly the protagonist; Wang Zijia came here, obviously, to have dealings related to him!

Was it to change his life?

Or to complete a task?

Anyway, he should deal with him.

But as the monk’s face turned red, the roots of affection grew deep in his heart, and everything seemed to have an outcome.

Had Wang Zijia’s purpose for coming here failed?!

Gradually, Wang Zijia realized.

A small space several feet across, formed by the Golden Balance, protected him from leaving the world.

However, he did not leave immediately. His vision was locked on the young monk, Faxin, just watching in silence.

The monk’s face kept changing, persistently holding onto the last line of defense, not doing something with the flesh and blood.

At a certain moment, a golden light suddenly fell from the sky, the flesh and blood melted away, and everyone was liberated.

Subsequently, thunder-like images began to flash rapidly!

Although Monk Faxin persevered, the seeds of disaster were also planted in his heart, and his six senses were no longer pure.

Because of the merit of protecting the body of the bodhisattva, he received the inheritance of Bodhisattva Zonyu and his cultivation progressed rapidly.

Infant God, Primordial Spirit, Crossing Tribulation, all completed in just a few hundred years.

Before becoming immortal, his master told him that he had left a disaster root that year. There was still a tribulation to cross, so he was asked to go through the red dust.

While traveling, he coincidentally met a woman.

Perhaps it was the influence of the previous strife, or perhaps he truly had a tribulation in his destiny.

The two fell in love!

The monk planned to return to the secular world but suddenly found out that the woman was from Devil Gate, and even the successor of the disciple from the lump of flesh and blood.

She sought the monk for Crossing the Tribulation!

As a result, both became each other’s romantic tribulation!

Neither was able to cross!

The monk returned to the sect and became a tower-sweeping monk, adhering to the discipline throughout his life. Yet, in the dead of night, he was filled with longing and could hardly find peace.

The lightning-fast images eventually stopped in front of the ancient Buddha with a blue lamp, with the monk hand-writing two concluding Sanskrit scriptures in a broken book.

As the scenes flashed by, Wang Zijia also understood something.

This was a period, a story.

The monk was stricken with poison on the battlefield, leaving behind a root of affection. After achieving cultivation, he journeyed through red dust in an attempt to perfect his state of mind and cross the tribulation to become a Buddha or an immortal.

However, he encountered a demoness on the way, and they both fell into the romantic tribulation, making it hard to get out.

In front of the ancient Buddha with the blue lamp, he left a Sanskrit scroll and died with regrets.

For unknown reasons, a Ghostly Domain was formed. Wang Zijia entered it and got involved.

The only thing that puzzled Wang Zijia was why such a domain had the powers of heavenly Buddhas within it?

Moreover, Wang Zijia had read countless materials and seen a lot of information about the Ghostly Domain, but he had never come across anything about such a domain.

There were two kinds of Ghostly Domains according to the materials.

One leaned towards the Demon Path, akin to the Ghost Ship, a desolate domain as if it had experienced countless baptisms of time. Inside, while various treasures remained, there were also all sorts of weird creatures roaming.

The other held life, leaning towards the Righteous Path but with strange rules.

Just like Peach Blossom Spring and Lost Paradise, everything was truth, goodness, and beauty. Anyone who entered unconsciously forgot all falsehood, ugliness, and evil, even choosing to live there forever in unparalleled peace.

No matter the type, at their core, they were a peculiar region that traversed endless space-time.

However, what he just experienced decidedly was not that; it was more akin to the infinite stream stories he saw in his Previous Life!

He had made a decision, and with the karma related to his choice, he entered. It seemed like he was being assigned a task in that world!

Was it probably about helping the monk avoid emotional poison, truly adhering to the precepts all his life?

It was just like being tasked before entering the Infinite Stream, starkly different from the familiar Ghostly Domain!

Wang Zijia, sensing something was amiss all along, furrowed his brows.

In the next moment, as the slideshow of flashes ended, Wang Zijia fell into a daze again.

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When he came to his senses, he had already completely left the battlefield and returned to the outside world.

But his surroundings were not the wilderness he’d originally entered, but an eerie, deserted, dilapidated temple. Broken walls, ruined towers stood all around, as if baptized by countless spans of time, transcending from ancient times.

Seemingly, it was the final resting place of Monk Faxin from the slideshow?

Was it the Sect Ruins of the Three Realms Temple centuries later?

A stark contrast from the unending battlefield experience before, this place somehow resembled the legendary Ghostly Domain more!

"Boom!"

Minor fluctuations ran through the surrounding space!

This ruin was rapidly integrating into this world, turning into a section within the Zhongshan Range.

"Crack!"

"Plop!"

Not waiting for the surroundings to stabilize fully, Wang Zijia felt something attacking him.

"Clang!"

A white skeletal claw rushed towards him, a crystal shield emerging on its surface. Under the claw’s attack, it rapidly crystalized, then quickly turned transparent.

In the heat of the moment, while responding, Wang Zijia looked over to find a white bone skeleton incessantly attacking him.

The skeleton clothed in a tattered monk robe sharped it with the one Monk Faxin wore when sweeping the tower.

From the slideshow of images, it wasn’t hard to infer that this was an ordinary sweeping monk from the Three Realms Temple.

Obviously a skeleton, yet exuding a profound aura during its clash with Wang Zijia’s spear, embodying a touch of Zen Buddhism spirit, somewhat pure.

This skeleton must have been an Infant God in life, hence its incredibly sturdy frame.

In the collision of forces, there was even a trace of strange energy that numbed Wang Zijia’s spear-wielding hand.

A man and a skeleton, swift as lightning, collided dozens of times in a few breaths.

In strength, Wang Zijia was somewhat at a disadvantage. But this skeleton was neither demon nor ghost, devoid of Spiritual Wisdom, akin to a skeletal puppet, acting purely on instinct.

Therefore, after dozens of clashes, Wang Zijia had already sized it up. Although quite strong, possessing only battle instincts and no magical abilities or Divine Powers, it was merely a big-headed pawn!

After a few more collisions, Wang Zijia’s eyes suddenly lit up with Golden Spirit Light.

’Way of the Heart: Demon Eye Fixed God!’

A beam of Divine Light, as if substantial, hit the skeleton’s skull at point-blank range, making it stiffen instantly.

Already prepared, Wang Zijia thrust his spear out like lightning!

"Pop!"

With a crisp sound, a flash of fiery red light zipped across, and the spear penetrated the skull of the white bone skeleton.

The mana sprayed out from the spear’s tip, turned into Scorching Crystal Sand, and instantly filled the entire white bone skull.

"Crack!"

Barely two breaths later, the white bone skull swelled and cracked, and the fiery red crystal sand seeped out of it.

In a blink of an eye, all the spiritual light in the skeleton’s eyes faded.

Without waiting for Wang Zijia to do anything, the White Bone Skeleton disintegrated right before Wang Zijia’s eyes.

Along with it, a vast area of ruined pagodas around him disintegrated too. These were the areas this sweeping monk was responsible for. It seemed the two had become one, with only some spiritual matter remaining in place.