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Chapter 1724 The Way of the Sage
Patriarch Bodhi said, "If you practice with all your heart, 300 years is just a snap of your fingers. With your talent, 300 years should be enough to break through to the semi-sage."

"Half-Saint?" This was the first time Chen Ziang had heard of this concept.

"You are now in the ninth level of the Tribulation Stage. After you break through, you will become an official immortal, which is commonly known as the earth immortal. Above the earth immortal, there are heavenly immortals, and above the heavenly immortals are Da Luo Jinxian. The half-sages mentioned are also the so-called half-step saints."

"It turns out that there are so many realms of immortals." Chen Ziang was amazed. He had never heard of it before. He only knew that it was divided by the strength of the immortals, but there was no specific realm level.

Sun Wukong asked in surprise, "Master, you never knew about this before?"

"I don't know." Chen Ziang laughed dumbly. In fact, he could have asked Sun Wukong, but at that time he had no hope of breaking through to the Earth Immortal, let alone other realms. How many 0s are there in the bank card.

"What's next for the half-step saint?" Chen Ziang was confident. Since Patriarch Bodhi was there, it would be no problem to break through to become an immortal, so he couldn't help but become interested in this field that he had never paid attention to.

Patriarch Bodhi said, "Saints, there are only a few saints in heaven and earth, such as me, such as Tathagata, Maitreya Buddha in the east."

"Is there a detailed division of saints?" Chen Ziang couldn't help but wonder, Bodhi and Tathagata are both saints, but Bodhi's strength is just one point stronger than Tathagata.

"No, but the gap in strength does exist." Ancestor Bodhi shook his head and said.

After what Bodhi Patriarch said, Chen Ziang has a more detailed understanding of the realm of immortals, although he is not even an immortal.

"But if it takes 300 years to break through to a semi-sage, how long will it take to become a sanctification?" Chen Ziang couldn't help being curious. After all, the Tathagata is in the realm of a saint and has countless helpers. The semi-sacred realm may not necessarily be able to win.

"Saint. I can't predict it either." Patriarch Bodhi paused, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

After a short rest at the Taoist temple, everyone changed into Taoist robes. Chen Zian threw his sleeves, feeling quite immortal.

The top of Wutai Mountain.

Chen Zi'ang closed his eyes and felt the rich immortal energy around him. The immortal energy contained in Wutai Mountain was thousands of times stronger than that in the small world. Cultivation in such a place was like opening up.

"Zi'ang, what do you think is the Tao?" Patriarch Bodhi asked.

"Dao, illusory, Dao can be Dao, very Dao." Chen Ziang only had a superficial opinion on "Dao", but he still summed up the experience of his ancestors.

Human beings have Tao, immortals have fairy Tao, and even the cycle of heaven can be explained by the Tao of Heaven.

Ancestor Bodhi nodded with satisfaction, "Yes! It seems that you also have a certain understanding of Dao. I will help you break through the fairyland. You need to comprehend, understand, and practice the latter Dao yourself."

"Thank you, Master!" Chen Ziang was very excited. He had stayed in the Nine Heavens of Tribulation Crossing for too long, and he always wanted to break through but couldn't find the way.

Ancestor Bodhi suddenly raised his arm, his index finger pointed to the sky, and the wind and clouds surging in the direction of his fingertips were full of brilliance.

Countless immortal auras swirled like a tornado at their fingertips, and there was the most dazzling blue light in the center of the tornado. It was the existence of this blue light that rendered the entire tornado blue.

The tornado continued to compress, and finally compressed into the size of a mung bean, sticking to the fingertips of the ancestors of Bodhi.

"Hold on!"

After Patriarch Bodhi spit out two words, he pointed the fingertips at the center of Chen Ziang's forehead at a very fast speed.

Chen Zi'ang first felt the extreme cold, the cold penetrated deep into the bone marrow from his forehead, and all the hairs on his body stood up from the cold.

Immediately afterwards, Ancestor Bodhi pressed his finger heavily on Chen Zi'ang's forehead, and a tornado the size of a mung bean was forced into Chen Zi'ang's forehead.

In an instant!
In an instant, Chen Ziang felt that his internal organs were about to be torn apart, and the mung bean contained extremely terrifying energy, which exploded and spread in the body!

He only supported it for less than a second before falling to the ground in pain, his body twitching uncontrollably.

If it wasn't for his trust in Patriarch Bodhi, Chen Ziang would definitely think Patriarch Bodhi was not helping him, but harming him!
"Master!" Sun Wukong and Liu Erjia shouted at the same time.

Patriarch Bodhi stopped the two and said, "Don't touch him, he has to rely on himself to break through. If he can't even do this, then don't talk about challenging the Tathagata."

Sun Wukong and the six-eared macaque had no choice but to stop wanting to help, and watched Chen Ziang helplessly, praying that he could survive this disaster.

Chen Ziang couldn't hear what they said at all, his whole body was on the verge of collapse, every minute and every second was a torment!
At this time, every pore on his body was bleeding, and as time passed, the whole person was covered with blood plasma, becoming a veritable "blood man".

Chen Ziang's struggle is getting weaker and weaker, his life breath is gradually shrinking, and he is close to the edge of silence.

"I haven't reached the end yet, am I going to fall down halfway?" Chen Zi'ang asked himself.

"History is written by the victors. Am I destined to be the villain who was arbitrarily tampered with in history?"

"No! I am not reconciled!"

Chen Zi'ang suddenly burst out with infinite vitality, and the violent immortal energy in his body suddenly calmed down, like a mouse seeing a cat. Then, these immortal energy turned into healing power, and the internal injury was healed in an instant.

breakthrough! !
Chen Ziang slapped his palms on the ground, and opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were extremely determined, just like the determination of thousands of people!

He is no longer an immortal cultivator, but a veritable immortal!
The pinnacle of a cultivator is only a cultivator, and the entrance to an immortal is also an immortal!

"Master, you have survived!" Sun Wukong was very happy for Chen Ziang. He thought that Chen Ziang couldn't last.

"Yeah, come over."

Chen Ziang was full of emotion. Like Sun Wukong, he thought he couldn't survive countless times and thought he was dead.

"Zi'ang, do you feel the change in your body?" Ancestor Bodhi's face was full of joy, and he was sweating for Chen Zi'ang just now.

Chen Zi'ang closed his eyes and felt the change in his body. This change was a qualitative change. After breaking through the bottleneck of the Tribulation Transcendence Period, it was really refreshing.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked into the distance, and even realized that the methods of Bodhi Patriarch were mysterious. This was the change in his vision. Looking at mountains was not a mountain, but something at a deeper level.

Patriarch Bodhi said, "The next practice will not be so painful. Of course, you have to endure loneliness and concentrate on cultivation in order to reach the semi-sacred state in 300 years."

"Disciple remember!" Chen Zi'ang knew that he was still a long way from Ban-Saint, and this distance would need to be filled with time.

(End of this chapter)