When Zhao Yi was pioneering in the Little World, the protagonist also made progress on his side.

The protagonist strolled leisurely in the Treasure Tower Secret Realm, as if walking in his own backyard. Not only could he foresee dangers in advance, but he also discovered some well-hidden mechanical illusion arrays.

The old monk beside him was dumbfounded.

The imprint of the future was etched in his soul body, knowing many things that would happen in the future, but he couldn't do what the protagonist did, avoiding dangers as if he had foresight.

"Little monk, how did you do it?" The old monk asked in shock.

The protagonist casually picked up a stick and swung it.

Just then, a grayish-brown poisonous arrow frog suddenly jumped up.

It seemed to deliberately cooperate with the protagonist.

As the stick whistled past with momentum, the head of the arrow frog just happened to block the stick's path.

As the arrow frog was about to spray venom at the protagonist, the stick struck it hard on the head.

Slap!

The protagonist hit the poisonous arrow frog, sending it flying, and nonchalantly turned to look at the old monk as if it were a trivial matter.

"Master, what did you say?"

The soul body of the old monk opened his mouth, staring at the protagonist's deep eyes, momentarily dazed:

"I-I wanted to ask what happened in the palace earlier, why do you seem like a different person?"

"In the palace?" The protagonist nodded slightly.

Although he was only sixteen this year, his chin was already covered with bluish stubble, his young face battered and weathered, his brows furrowed constantly, and there was no youthful vigor in his dark eyes, only an air of being worn down, more so than a middle-aged man who had faced many hardships.

A year ago, he was not like this.

All these changes had to do with that bowl of white porridge...

Noticing the sudden rise of resentment within him, the protagonist shivered inwardly, quickly repressing his thoughts, not thinking about Su Qianqian and the white porridge anymore.

After a while, the protagonist finally calmed down.

The protagonist sighed.

His already weary face now showed signs of bitterness.

Life was really hard for him!

The Sage of Time didn't notice, peering into the River of Time would exhaust life.

Or maybe he knew but just didn't care.

The situation of the Great Xia Zhao Clan was unique across the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

In the Sage of Time's view, compared to foreseeing the future in advance, consuming a bit of lifespan was trivial.

But what the protagonist lacked most was lifespan.

Previously strolling briefly in the River of Time, though it was just a few breaths, it further worsened his already scarce lifespan.

This was why the protagonist harbored ill feelings towards the Sage of Time.

For other members of the Zhao Clan, their life-or-death crisis was at sixty, yet he wouldn't even live past sixteen, so how could his attitude be good?

"There was a very interesting person inside the palace."

The protagonist only shared part of it, knowing that the old monk would fill in the rest himself.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the old monk's expression changed: "Was it a high monk from the Buddhist Sect inside the palace? No wonder you seem like a changed person after coming out, you must have been enlightened by a high monk; how fortunate you are!"

The protagonist raised an eyebrow, then nodded, tacitly agreeing with the old monk's assumption.

He glanced around to confirm the direction, then started moving forward: "The Arhat Fruit is on the second floor of the Treasure Tower; I already know the solution to the first floor, let's proceed directly."

As he walked, the protagonist suddenly thought of something and asked the old monk: "Master, once Yao Su is revived, I plan to retire. Do you plan to retire with me?"

"You're still considering retirement?" The old monk frowned.

The old monk's soul body moved, floating in front of the protagonist, and solemnly said: "You carry heavy responsibilities, and with the major task unfinished, how can you speak lightly of retirement?"

The protagonist remained silent.

He didn't even know how many days he had left to live; to hell with responsibilities!

Unlike Zhao Yi and Miaoyin Zhenren, the protagonist encountered some trouble, but the obstacles weren't as troublesome as the countless Undead Warriors.

This was the normal operational mode of the Treasure Tower Secret Realm.

After all, this tower, crafted by sages from all Plane Worlds, was specifically a gift for the Buddha.

If everywhere inside were a death trap, it would be a miracle if the Buddha didn't wage war on those sages, let alone take responsibility for monitoring the Ancient Race.

From the first floor to the second, the space was noticeably more vast.

The protagonist paused at the entrance, gazing at the majestic mountains in the distance, stunned.

He asked curiously: "Master, doesn't it look like Sumeru Mountain here?"

The old monk evidently didn't expect to see Sumeru Mountain in the Treasure Tower Secret Realm, momentarily stunned.

"It indeed is Sumeru Mountain..."

The old monk's soul body looked up at the distant, towering mountains, quickly noticing an anomaly.

The Sumeru Mountain outside was a Buddhist Holy Land, studded with Buddhist temples.

The Sumeru Mountain before them had only a humble Buddhist Temple at its peak.

"Could this be the original Little Leiyin Temple?"

The old monk's spirit was lifted, urgently telling the protagonist: "Little monk, hurry up the mountain and check, the Buddhist Temple at the top might be the true Buddha's Dojo!"

The protagonist, having cultivated Buddhism since childhood, was naturally intrigued by the Buddha's Dojo.

Hearing the old monk, he didn't hesitate, transforming into a streak of light and instantly crossing the void to the summit of Sumeru Mountain.

"Great Leiyin Temple?"

Gazing at the shabby thatched shrine even less luxurious than Little Leiyin Temple's lavatory, and staring at the plaque over the temple door that clashed with the humble surroundings, both the protagonist and the old monk paused.

"Such grand claims!"

The old monk, seeing the words "Great Leiyin Temple" on the plaque, was immediately enraged.

Initially, he thought the small temple on the mountain was the Buddha's Dojo, holding some reverence in his heart.

But upon seeing the extremely humble environment of the small temple, the old monk abandoned his previous thoughts.

Under the Buddhist Sect, any temple with some prowess is resplendent and magnificent.

Even if the Buddha was the founder of the Buddhist Sect, his dojo shouldn't be just a thatched hut.

The protagonist nodded slightly, agreeing with the old monk's take.

West Mountain Temple was unremarkable among the many temples under the Buddhist Sect, yet the monks there lived in luxury, leading very comfortable lives.

Little Leiyin Temple's resources exceeded West Mountain Temple by far, and the protagonist had heard early on that the monks of Little Leiyin Temple were even more extravagant.

A rotten upper beam will make a crooked lower beam.

The atmosphere of the Buddhist Sect has been passed down from the Buddha, and the monks below are so lavish, how could the Buddha's dojo be humble?

The old monk looked at the plaque on the thatched hut, growing more and more agitated.

He thought the plaque was desecrating the Buddha, so he raised his palm and struck down at the plaque.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk's soul body was at the Tier Nine Saint King Realm in cultivation, and his full-force palm unleashed a world-shaking gust at the entrance of the thatched hut.

The protagonist saw this and took a few steps back.

He realized the old monk not only wanted to shatter the plaque, but intended to demolish the entire thatched hut as well.

Boom!

The roaring palm wind pressed down on the thatched hut with rapid speed.

And then? Nothing happened.

Despite looking simple, the thatched hut remained unmoved against a full-force strike from a Tier Nine Saint King Realm.

The plaque, which was the old monk's main target, did not so much as tremble under the howling palm wind.

The protagonist and the old monk exchanged a glance, both showing a hint of astonishment on their faces.

Both were smart enough to discern from this situation that the hut and the plaque were made from the highest-quality materials.

Simple on the outside, luxurious within, this was indeed the style of the Buddhist Sect.

This is undoubtedly the Buddha's Dojo!

Thud!

The old monk knelt down immediately.

Being a soul body, kneeling usually made no sound.

However, to demonstrate his sincerity, he purposely used soul power to make a noise.

"Sin, sin!"

The old monk knelt with his knees, hands clasped, continuously chanting Buddha's name.

"Disciple acted out of line, offending the Buddha's Dojo, I beg the Buddha's forgiveness."

Watching the trembling soul body of the old monk, the protagonist shook his head inwardly.

The old monk's faith in the Buddha and the Buddhist Sect was profoundly devout.

Moments ago, his attempt to destroy the Buddha's Dojo was akin to a mundane person digging up their ancestral grave and exposing their ancestors' bones to the elements.

The old monk's current state of mind must be extremely shattered!

The protagonist walked past the old monk, stepping toward the thatched temple.

He was quite curious about what the Buddha's Dojo was like.

As he reached the entrance, the plaque inscribed with "Great Leiyin Temple" flashed a golden light, seemingly verifying his identity as a disciple of the Buddhist Sect, and the tightly closed door creaked open.

The protagonist glanced at the plaque but without hesitation, stepped inside.

Simultaneously, the old monk's soul body suddenly quivered.

He glanced around, not finding the protagonist, and upon seeing the open wooden door, his originally terrified face suddenly changed.

Without pondering further, he stood up and quickly floated towards the wooden door.

Before he could get close, a sudden flash of golden light from the plaque threw the old monk away.

"I knew it would be like this!"

The old monk looked at the open wooden door, then at the plaque above, filled with frustration and anxiety.

Previously at the Temple of Time, if not for the protagonist's timely return, he almost met with soul dispersion.

This scenario repeated, unsure if the protagonist could return in time again!

Just as the old monk was reminiscing, he suddenly heard the wooden door creak, and heavy footsteps emerged from within.

The old monk was taken aback, quickly looking up, seeing the protagonist emerge from inside.

He let out a light exclamation, "That was quick?"

Before he could finish, the old monk was stupefied again.

Staring blankly at the protagonist, the dazed soul body blinked in disbelief.

"You, you, you..."

The old monk gaped at the brilliant golden Buddha's light haloing the protagonist's head, unable to speak from shock.

With hands forming a seal, the protagonist appeared solemn and majestic, holy and grave.

Only someone like the old monk, who had been around him for a long time, could see that the protagonist had his brows furrowed, clearly in a foul mood.

"Having Buddha's light yet still in a bad mood?"

The old monk eyed the Buddha's light behind the protagonist's head, almost violating Buddhist precepts, tempted to snatch it and place it behind his own head.

The protagonist paid no heed to the old monk's expression.

Indeed, his mood was quite agitated.

Inside the thatched temple, there was only a lotus throne, where a clay Buddha Dharma Body sat.

The protagonist immediately recognized the clay sculpture as merely a facade, with genuine pure gold beneath.

The Buddha remained as two-faced as ever!

The protagonist curled his lips, searched around, found nothing, and prepared to leave.

Just then, the clay facade of the Buddha's golden body had its eyes light up.

Two rays of golden light pierced directly into the protagonist's forehead, causing his entire body to shiver, and then he astonishingly realized his cultivation had broken through to the Tier Nine Saint King Realm.

After breaking through to the Tier Ten Void Realm, the "Dragon God Technique" seemed to activate a hidden switch, reversing the cultivation technique and instantly soothing the protagonist's mental anomalies caused by bloodline defects!

"So the key to the 'Dragon God Technique' breaking through to the tenth tier was reversing the cultivation technique?"

The protagonist felt both surprised and as if it was supposed to be expected.

Smart people often overcomplicate simple issues.

No fool ever emerged from the Zhao Clan.

Perhaps this straightforward solution had troubled countless bright minds in the Zhao Clan for millennia.

The protagonist was just about to rejoice, when he noticed the radiant and dazzling Buddha's light behind his head.

He tried several times but couldn't hide the Buddha's light.

Feeling deeply distressed.

With such a large halo over his head, how was he supposed to sleep at night?

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