Chapter 273: Monk Bu Yu

The secret chamber appeared plain and ordinary, yet Chen Fei felt a strong sense of unease.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew through.

“In the end, the body is just a stinking shell, nothing more. Wouldn’t you agree, Benefactor?”

A solemn voice echoed behind him.

Without hesitation, Chen Fei unleashed a Palm Thunder backward.

“This is Mahayana Dharma—formless and rootless,”

the voice responded.

A radiant golden light bloomed and completely swallowed the thunder.

Chen Fei frowned. Within that golden glow emerged a majestic and solemn Buddha-like figure—the unmistakable form of Monk Bu Yu.

Almost instinctively, Chen Fei’s gaze shifted to the skeletal remains kneeling on the prayer mat.

“You are clinging to form, Benefactor,” Bu Yu softly chanted a Buddha’s name.

“All heavens and myriad dharmas—my Buddha is compassionate.”

He raised his hand.

A golden palm pressed down toward the top of Chen Fei’s head.

Within the cramped chamber, his Unsharpened Greatsword was restricted, unable to be used at full strength—putting Chen Fei at a disadvantage.

“Condense!”

With a shout, Chen Fei summoned a Dao Armament in the form of an axe-shaped seal.

He tossed it at the golden hand bearing down on him.

“Why not listen to a few words from this humble monk?” Bu Yu’s solemn expression abruptly shifted—now a kind, boyish smile, almost too friendly.

But this sudden transformation only made him feel even more unnatural.

“This place is truly bizarre,” Chen Fei muttered under his breath.

Tianzhang Mountain was known for its many treasures—but even more so for its strange dangers.

“Suppress!”

Chen Fei lifted his hand, and the Void Heaven Cauldron materialized above Monk Bu Yu’s head.

“Why the anger, Benefactor?” the monk asked as he calmly raised a hand and caught the cauldron’s pressure with one palm.

Chen Fei’s eyes narrowed.

He had thought Monk Bu Yu, like Spirit-Linked Immortal, was merely a remnant soul—and thus powerless before the Void Heaven Cauldron.

But clearly, this monk was… different.

A hint of sorrow flashed across Bu Yu’s face.

“You are still clinging to form, Benefactor.”

With that, he made a single-handed seal.

Instantly, the dark chamber lit up with glowing swastika runes, revealing the full layout of the space.

The previously dim walls were carved with statues.

Now illuminated in golden light, rows of grotesque, divine, or fierce Buddhas emerged from the stone—each one emanating a spiritual pressure.

“Thunderous Dharma echoes! Salvation for all beings! Cleansing of sin! Divine form manifestation!”

With the chants, the Buddha statues seemed to come alive.

Their overlapping voices invaded Chen Fei’s consciousness, surging into his mind like a spiritual tsunami.

Chen Fei’s face paled instantly.

The Buddha chants churned his sea of consciousness, making his once-calm spiritual mind ripple violently.

Under the sonic onslaught, his thoughts became a blank haze.

Luckily, he’d experienced something like this before.

He quickly sat down cross-legged and activated the Heart-Linking Technique, restoring clarity to his mind.

Though the Void Heaven Cauldron had failed to suppress Bu Yu, it still restrained him enough to buy Chen Fei some time.

As he stabilized his mind, the Void Heaven Cauldron floated down and enveloped him from above, shielding him entirely.

Its surface ignited with glowing Dao seals.

Seeing this, Monk Bu Yu frowned.

A brief flash of clarity appeared in his eyes, followed by deep gloom.

He ground his teeth until they creaked.

“Enlightenment? Nonsense! Buddha-nature? Human nature? Nonsense!

“Glorious rebirth? Becoming Buddha? All of it—is bullshit!”

He glared at Chen Fei with vengeful fury.

But moments later, his madness faded.

He looked at Chen Fei, now meditating calmly under the cauldron, and his gaze became curious.

“Interesting little fellow. Maybe… I can’t bring myself to ‘ferry’ you after all.”

Monk Bu Yu chuckled and flicked his fingers. A swastika Dao seal formed and merged into the Void Heaven Cauldron.

“Let’s see just how far you can go.”

He glanced one last time at the kneeling skeleton on the mat.

“In the end… just a stinking shell.”

With that, the skeleton crumbled to dust, leaving behind nothing but the prayer mat.

With no visible movement, the mat teleported beneath Chen Fei—and the entire chamber began to collapse.

Chen Fei was unaware of what was happening externally.

He felt like he had entered a very special state.

His spiritual power surged, and the range of his spirit vision rapidly expanded.

His previously calm sea of consciousness was now undergoing a profound metamorphosis.

Pop!

A faint sound echoed.

Suddenly, his spiritual sea began churning, giving birth to manifested Dao imprints: a leaping flame, a silver axe, a swirling orb of water…

Chen Fei could feel he was undergoing a monumental transformation—but he didn’t fully understand what it was.

It made him uncomfortable, his heart grasping at something unknown.

He frowned in confusion.

Dong!

Finally, the Void Heaven Cauldron appeared.

It smashed the manifested Dao imprints, shattering them and reforming them as Dao symbols that engraved themselves on its surface—霸氣無比 (utterly domineering).

This pull snapped Chen Fei out of his mysterious state.

His awareness returned, and his eyes snapped open.

On the wild plains, a gentle breeze stirred.

The usually gloomy Tianzhang Mountain mystic realm now held a rare and quiet beauty.

“This is…”

Chen Fei looked around, surprised.

The creepy chamber was gone—like it had never existed.

Yet on the Void Heaven Cauldron, he noticed a newly condensed swastika Dao seal.

That alone confirmed—it hadn’t been a hallucination.

“A forbidden zone, huh? Truly strange…”

He sighed.

Though he couldn’t recall exactly what had happened after using the Heart-Linking Technique, he was sure it was deeply connected to the Void Heaven Cauldron.

“Chen Fei! Are you alright?”

A concerned voice echoed—it was Leng Yue.

Ever since they entered the mystic realm, Leng Yue had twice lost all sense of Chen Fei’s presence.

This last time had lasted so long, she was unable to concentrate on her cultivation at Ziqing Palace.

Sensing his divine presence again, her heart finally relaxed.

But she couldn’t help asking.

Chen Fei looked around at the beautiful Tianzhang landscape.

His heart stirred—and Leng Yue appeared at his side.

“You…”

Leng Yue stared in surprise at Chen Fei.

But he simply smiled and waved her over.

“Senior Sister Leng Yue, scenes like this aren’t easy to come by.

“Now that we’ve found such peace… why not sit down and enjoy it together?”

Leng Yue’s eyes softened.

There was a new calmness, a deeper presence in Chen Fei’s demeanor.

With the mystic realm as the backdrop, she had a feeling this moment might be unforgettable for the rest of her life.