Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8430: Returning to the heart (1)

When Ha Jing caught Zhao Hai's words, he stood frozen in shock. Confusion filled him as he inquired, "A massive Buddha employed to hold down the mountain of corpses and sea of blood Dharma?" The notion of such a Dharma power had never crossed his mind. To him, the mountain of corpses and sea of blood represented pure demonic essence. How could it tie to anything from the Buddhist League? Though Ha Jing had mastered Buddhist techniques and grasped their depths, he knew the corpse forest master's identity well. Yet, the idea of a Giant Buddha suppressing and cleansing the corpse mountain and blood sea Dharma power lay utterly outside his expectations.

Zhao Hai gave a nod. "Exactly. Truth is, this approach lets you mostly avoid the backlash from killing intent," he explained. "The Great Buddha's control nearly eliminates that issue. Any leftover killing intent gets channeled into strikes, boosting their force. Since my talisman skills pack a punch, I wove some talismans right into the Dharma idol. Those talismans draw in and refine the killing intent, sparing me the hassle of doing it solo. I doubt he'd manage it otherwise."

Ha Jing paused in stunned silence before his gaze sparked with interest. "That's clever, but surely it demands certain prerequisites? Success can't be that straightforward, can it?" He knew full well that if this technique truly panned out, the sect's disciples might see a massive surge in power down the line.

Zhao Hai nodded once more. "You're right. This approach carries a unique and essential demand: profound insight into Buddhism. Grandmaster, I mean the philosophy of Buddhism, not just its techniques. Buddhism stands as Buddhism, and techniques as techniques. With true depth in Buddhist principles and unwavering faith in a Buddha, one can summon the Buddha's Dharma image to contain and purify it."

Ha Jing nodded solemnly and spoke gravely. "Indeed. Buddhism differs vastly from Buddhist techniques. If techniques embody the Bodhisattva—gentle gaze, mercy across the six realms—then Buddhism is the fierce Vajra, eyes blazing in wrath, conquering the four demons. Buddhist techniques always carry a sharp edge. Pairing them with the blood sea god-killing skill is like pouring oil on flames. But true Buddhism nurtures the mind and steadies the spirit, allowing one to dissolve and curb the murderous aura. Your approach holds real promise."

Zhao Hai nodded. "That's precisely my thinking back then, so I put it into practice. The results weren't impressive at first. Then, mastering the incantation gesture you passed down, and blending in other Buddhist methods, brought clear improvements. Building on the incantation gesture, I merged various techniques to reach my current level. For others practicing the blood sea god-killing art, even with Buddha's Dharma to tame the killing intent, they'd likely fall short of my progress. Cultivation speed might quicken a bit, nothing more. Achieving what I have requires delving into your great mantra emblematic gesture too. Even then, it demands using that gesture as the core and weaving in multiple cultivation techniques."

Ha Jing grinned and replied, "Naturally, I see you're a prodigy. Your power stems from more than just the blood sea god-killing technique. Still, for others who may not match your prowess, following your path to speed up cultivation beats their current pace. The real challenge lies in mastering the Dharma."

Zhao Hai grasped Ha Jing's point. Cultivating Dharma wasn't a quick feat. It proved tougher than honing techniques. Forming the Great Buddha's Dharma to restrain the mountains of corpses and seas of blood demanded much. Thus, pursuing the blood sea god-killing technique via Zhao Hai's way carried significant risks.

Yet regardless, it offered a viable route. So Ha Jing deemed the method workable. He placed high value on it. After all, the blood sea god-killing technique ranked as the Blood Slaughter Sect's premier art. Letting it gather dust unused felt like a waste.

Zhao Hai eyed Ha Jing and said deeply, "Grandmaster, I've got another notion. Witnessing the Spiritual Array Sect's training style, it's quite distinctive. Their methods and Dharma powers build step by step. They start with basic Dharma powers in their sea of consciousness, simple at first. As cultivation advances, they layer on more. Why not adapt that for us?"

Ha Jing shut his eyes, pondering deeply for a moment, then responded gravely. "It's tough, but viable. Worth exploring. I'll mull it over back home. No need to dwell too much on this yourself. Your cultivation level remains modest. Focus on advancing it, fast as your progress has been."

  Zhao Hai nodded. "Understood, Grandmaster. Rest assured, I'm pushing hard." Naturally, Zhao Hai kept his personal circumstances from Ha Jing. But he spoke true—he stayed diligent and committed. Without that, his rapid gains wouldn't have happened. Sharing this blood sea god-killing technique method with Ha Jing eased a weight from his mind. It also marked his full embrace as a Blood Slaughter Sect disciple.

Though the Blood Slaughter Sect had always favored Zhao Hai, he led his own group. His followers lingered in the Cloud Sea Realm, yet contact remained possible. Ding Chunming, Wen Wenhai, and the rest had carved out their base there. Weak as it was, the foundation stood firm. Zhao Hai was fated to helm that group. No altering that reality.

Thus, Zhao Hai had planned ahead. Should war erupt between realms, he could slip into the Cloud Sea Realm, join a sect incognito, and pose as its disciple. That would cleanse his ties to the Blood Slaughter Sect. He could then claim the influence Ding Chunming and others built in the Cloud Sea Realm.

This mindset had kept Zhao Hai from fully claiming Blood Slaughter Sect membership. But now, integration grew. Du Wansha and Dao Qianzhan poured effort into grooming him, viewing him as heir. In that light, abandoning the sect's assets for a minor Cloud Sea Realm outfit made no sense. Unrealistic at best.

So Zhao Hai gradually saw himself as a true Blood Slaughter Sect member. Revealing the blood sea god-killing technique's method to Ha Jing signaled his loyalty as a disciple. Of course, his deepest secret stayed hidden from all.

Ha Jing shifted from cultivation talk with Zhao Hai, turning to sect matters instead. They conversed lightly. Soon enough, the blood lotus hovered over the secret realm. This realm lay in the Blood Slaughter Sect's western sea, submerged in the blood sea. That's why sect members overlooked it. Certain families stumbled upon it by chance. But lacking open access, they gleaned only surface details.

The blood lotus descended gradually to the blood sea floor. It spun, drawing in vast blood mist. The mist around cleared, exposing the terrain below. Oddly, a peculiar magic formation marked the ground. Its oddity stemmed from the shape: a pentagram formation, truly bizarre.

Zhao Hai and Ha Jing emerged from the blood lotus. Ha Jing eyed the ground's formation, brow furrowing. "A formation here? And such an old one at that." Though no expert in arrays, Ha Jing knew ancient texts. This pentagram array hailed from antiquity. It faded over time due to instability. For arrays, steadiness mattered hugely—vital unless self-destruction was the goal. Unstable ones spelled doom. Hence, the star-shaped array vanished from use.

Zhao Hai studied the formation and stated gravely, "This array holds two functions: teleportation and barrier. To access the secret realm, cultivation must meet a threshold—thanks to this setup. Grandmaster, I'll head in."

Ha Jing glanced at Zhao Hai and warned, "Stay cautious. Those clans found nothing deep in this secret realm, which signals its complexity. Tread carefully." Worry gnawed at Ha Jing for Zhao Hai. Such a disciple came rarely. Officially Lei Gang's student, Zhao Hai's sect standing rivaled his master's. Plus, having absorbed Ha Jing's prime art, he felt like a direct heir. Ha Jing watched over him closely.

"No fears, Grandmaster. I'll manage," Zhao Hai assured with a grin. Then, his form blurred, stepping onto the pentagram teleportation array. Instantly, white light burst from the array, swallowing Zhao Hai's figure whole.

Ha Jing stared at the array, murmuring a Buddha's name. He settled cross-legged nearby, awaiting Zhao Hai's return. In hand, he clutched Zhao Hai's life token. Should trouble strike, Zhao Hai could shatter it, prompting Ha Jing to rush via the array. Though limits bound the array, Ha Jing trusted he could shatter them. Destruction might follow, but for Zhao Hai, that loss meant little. No regrets there.