My Informative Cultivation Life

"Indeed, it is the Supreme Scripture, continue writing!"

Yang Ji was instantly moved; merely outlining the scripture's patterns made the characters seem as if they had come alive, embodying the ultimate principles of the universe, and resonating with the Great Dao of heaven and earth.

This was definitely a Supreme Daoist Technique.

Daoist techniques also had ranks. Ordinary, lower-rank Daoist techniques could only allow one to cultivate to the Void Refining Realm, middle-rank Daoist techniques to the Fusion Realm, and high-rank Daoist techniques to the Mahayana Realm.

As for Supreme Daoist Techniques, although they could also only bring one to the Mahayana Realm, the principles and laws they contained were much deeper and more mysterious compared to high-rank Daoist techniques, allowing one to touch upon more of the "Dao".

There is a sequence in hearing the Dao, and the accomplished ones come first. The more of the Dao you comprehend, the stronger you become.

The stronger you are, the greater your chances are of transcending the nine Heavenly Tribulations and ascending to the Immortal Realm.

This is practically half a Longevity Pass, and Yang Ji's eyes were fiery hot at this moment.

If he said he didn't want to obtain it, that would be false.

After all, the True Rigidity Divine Art he was currently cultivating was only a high-rank Daoist Technique, and it was an entire major level behind.

Moreover, this was a difference in the level of "Dao", not the mere quantity of "Spiritual Power" like with lower-level techniques.

The gap was too vast, so vast that the waters of the four seas could not compare.

Yang Ji was truly envious; such a small Demon Mushroom had a bigger destiny than his – it was simply against the natural order.

Looking at the tadpole characters, his heart blazed, and he immediately said, "You continue writing."

The Demon Mushroom nodded and, with difficulty, wrote down another tadpole character.

As soon as this character appeared, the demonic light surged intensely, with roars, wails, and lamenting cries ceaselessly filling the ears, almost as if one had been plunged into hell.

"This?" Yang Ji's expression changed slightly; the auras presented by these two tadpole characters were completely different.

One was bathed in the light of Buddha, signifying an era of peace and prosperity. The other was rampant with demonic light, reminiscent of purgatory.

These two characters seemed like two distinct cultivation techniques, one of the Buddha Path and one of the Demonic Path.

The two tadpole characters interwove and collided, emitting a ring of Buddha light and a ring of demonic light – incredibly, they were perfectly harmonious and wondrous without conflict.

The tadpole characters were esoteric and difficult to comprehend, extremely hard to memorize. As Yang Ji pondered over them in his mind, Buddha chants and demonic roars sounded, and the next moment, his soul seemed as if it would explode.

Yang Ji broke out in a cold sweat and hastily stopped his contemplation.

At that time, the Demon Mushroom struggled to write down another tadpole rune.

In the air, three tadpole characters intertwined and collided, instantly forming a three-inch golden Buddha. The chamber resonated with the rolling sounds of Buddha chants and endless demonic tones.

The three-inch Buddha was part luminous with Buddha light and part sinister with demonic light. The light of Buddha-Demon spread outwards, and space itself began to collapse, seemingly unable to withstand its weight.

Boom!

Divine sounds resonated through the chamber, with drumbeats like thunder and continuous chanting of Buddha.

The three-inch golden Buddha suddenly collapsed the space; the area within three zhang cracked open like a fragile porcelain vase.

Seeing this, Yang Ji quickly retreated.

The three-inch golden Buddha sank into the void, as if it had lost its support, and the golden Buddha dispersed, reverting to tadpole runes.

The tadpole runes also transformed, turning decay into a miracle, from complexity to simplicity, into three simplified runes.

Those three runes faintly formed the "Buddha-Demon Scripture"!

"Buddha-Demon Scripture?"

Yang Ji's expression shifted subtly; although he had never heard of this technique, he did not doubt its power.

Typically, such Supreme Buddhist Scriptures can only be cultivated by Buddha's sons from Buddha's Sect.

How could this Demon Mushroom have it?

He could not assume that the Lord of Baxuan City just happened to slay a Buddha's son, allowing the Blood Refining Grand Array to refine the essence of his flesh, blood, and soul memories for the Demon Mushroom to absorb.

After all, a Buddha's son is at the same level as a Dao child—a talent of that caliber couldn't be slain easily, could it?

And besides, how could such scriptures appear so casually? How could a mere Blood Refining Grand Array possess the virtue and capability to refine scriptures that embody Buddha's principles?

Yang Ji did not believe it.

This little Demon Mushroom, carrying a Supreme Buddhist Scripture – there must be a great mystery here.

Yang Ji grabbed the Demon Mushroom, held it in his hand, and his emotions took a long time to settle; these scriptures were too formidable.

Written in the air, every word conveyed the rhyme of Buddha and possessed an inexplicable and magnificent power; even space could not endure it.

Moreover, they had become sentient. When he tried to comprehend them, just three characters were enough to give him an excruciating headache, obviously not permitted by the scriptures, for he was not the fated one.

Such high-level scriptures, even if forced into the mind, would dissolve into the Dao and vanish without a trace.

From the Dao they come, to the Dao they go, disappearing without a trace.

Yang Ji knew that without the scripture's permission, even if he wrote them down, he couldn't cultivate them. Looking at the Demon Mushroom in his hand, he internally sighed at its great fortune and then asked, "How did you come upon this scripture?"

The Demon Mushroom looked at Yang Ji, and after hesitating, it said, "I was originally just an ordinary mushroom in the underground world, but I came to life under the bathing of demonic light and grew by listening to the principles of Buddha, hence I developed a spirit and wisdom, becoming the Minor Holy Medicine."

"After being unexpectedly picked by the Lord of Baxuan City and others, I absorbed many fragments of cultivator souls, and through this, I came to understand human nature."

"Actually, this Buddhist scripture was given to me by a senior wearing a black robe, with disheveled hair."

"I vaguely remember that the senior called himself Buddha-Demon, saying that I accompanied him for many years, so he granted me an opportunity."

"With a single point, Buddha light emerged, and my mind was filled with these hazy tadpole runes, and I fell into a deep sleep."

"When I woke up, the Buddha-Demon senior had already disappeared."

"It wasn't long after that when I was picked and taken away by the Lord of Baxuan City and others."

(The Buddha-Demon makes his entrance, another supreme giant after Fu Dongliu.)

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