Chapter 1453: Chapter 602: The Weight of a Twenty-Year-Old Grandmaster
Elder Du Chen, what do you mean by this? He was actually hesitating; clearly possessing a Vajra Unbreakable Body, yet that pale-gold face of his quivered ever so slightly twice.
In the depths of this Great Grandmaster’s eyes, waves surged; a fleeting, complex expression flashed past, carrying shock and doubt, and in the end turned into a look of compassion for all under heaven.
Miaoyin was astonished; the Elder’s Heart Lake had ever been without ripples, yet today he actually could not restrain himself.
Miao Yuan likewise sensed that something was wrong. When the Great Grandmaster looked at them, what kind of gaze was that? It did not match his mountain‑like immovability.
Du Chen’s Spiritual Field spread out, allowing the Buddha Son and the Buddhist nun, through the "moon reflected in a well," to jointly observe the abnormalities upon Zheng Guang.
The so‑called moon reflected in a well was an Exotic Treasure that could merge with the mind. Only such a special weapon could follow one’s Divine Travel through that golden portal.
"Are you done yet?" Qin Ming was displeased. The other side used an ancient well within the Spiritual Domain to reflect the condition of his body—did they really think he wouldn’t know?
Today, he had come alone to this Bodhisattva’s Martial Hall, to save someone. Naturally he had to display martial might; otherwise, let alone the High Monks and Saints present, even those Great Demons who had just become Dharma Guardian Vajras would not be convinced.
Thus, Qin Ming had not used the broken cloth to cover his own state; this truly had shocked that Great Grandmaster.
Du Chen found himself doubting life itself. What was it that he had seen? That surging potential for life, like a blazing sun wheel spanning the sky, incomparably resplendent, stabbing his eyes with pain.
Especially when that exuberant blood‑energy of Zheng Guang’s naturally radiated out—All Demons did not invade, burning away all abnormal powers approaching him.
Whether it was the dense Demon Energy of the Dharma Guardian Vajras, or the peaceful Domain opened by the Buddha Son, or even the sacred Buddha’s Rhyme remaining within the Bodhisattva’s Martial Hall, none could draw near this person.
"Not yet eighteen!"
What shook Du Chen the most was this person’s age... simply too terrifying. It was not that his lifespan was overly long, but that he was so young as to feel unreal, impossible to believe.
However, when Du Chen once again used the "moon reflected in a well" to reflect him, what he saw there was boundless blur—no longer observable.
"Elder, what is it?" Miaoyin secretly inquired. The Elder’s Spiritual Domain had opened to them, yet the moon reflected in a well could no longer display that person.
Buddha Son Miao Yuan exclaimed, "All Demons do not invade, All Laws do not touch his body—this man is exceedingly fearsome."
Buddha Son Miao Wu, who had been suppressed by Qin Ming, pressed his palms together and chanted the Buddha’s name. He knew that his defeat had not been unjust.
The Buddhist nun Miaoyin asked, "Even the Exotic Treasure cannot probe him?"
"Earlier, I saw it." Du Chen recounted the wondrous scene he had witnessed.
"What?"
Buddha Son and Buddhist nun, who should not have furrowed their brows even if Feixian Mountain collapsed before their eyes, turned pale when they learned the truth; both pressed their palms together.
"Elder, could it be that illusion has clouded your Dharma Eye?"
"Did something go wrong with the moon reflected in a well?"
In the Yewu World, the major organizations had long reached a consensus: a Grandmaster in his early thirties already counted as an unparalleled prodigy, worthy of being called a top‑tier Saint.
Grandmasters under thirty did exist, but were extremely rare.
As for someone just over twenty—such a thing was akin to a fairy tale. If one truly appeared, he would be treated like a monster, drawing endless attention.
Under eighteen? What kind of joke was that!
Even if the master of the Great Leiyin Temple were to return to his youth, he could not have such an achievement.
Moreover, not limited to the Great Leiyin Temple—looking across all Supreme Martial halls, throughout the ages of great figures who had walked out from them, who could be named that had become a Grandmaster at eighteen?
The Buddhist nun Miaoyin’s alabaster face was filled with shock. From childhood she had been deemed favored by Spiritual Wisdom, possessing out‑of‑scale Talent, a publicly acknowledged unparalleled genius.
And judging from her recent years’ Merit, she had a chance to break through to the Fifth Realm and become a Grandmaster right before the thirty‑year mark.
This was naturally an extraordinary achievement, one that would draw attention from all directions.
Yet now, the temple’s Great Grandmaster was telling her that someone had finished in eighteen years the path she would walk in twenty‑nine, standing at the end in advance, looking back from afar.
What kind of monster was this?
She was somewhat absent‑minded, staring at the figure ahead.
Among the experts of the Buddhist Sect present, only Miao Yuan still wore hair. At his temples a wisp of snow‑white showed—not because he violated the precept and refused to shave, but because after a blood battle with an opponent, the hidden wound left behind had forced this upon him.
His Wisdom Root had been struck by the Wheel of Time; he was forced to keep his life force surging to resist that terrible erosion, and thus even Spiritual strands of hair had been compelled to grow out.
The Buddhist Sect did have Divine Monks who could help him resolve it.
However, as a Buddha Son, he did not require others’ intervention. This was his tribulation, one he had to cross himself.
Now, another streak of snow‑white appeared at Miao Yuan’s temples. In his momentary distraction, he was brutally corroded by the Power of Time, which sought to cut down his remaining years.
"Could it be that before he even came of age, he was already a Grandmaster?"
As a Buddha Son, his heart should have been like a still lake, not to be compared with others. Yet now he was nonetheless shaken, the radiant Buddha light over his entire body rising and falling unsteadily.
Not long ago, he had sparred with a visiting Outer Domain Saint and suffered a miserable defeat, yet even then he had not lost composure like this.
Had a Heavenly God reversed the years, returned to youth, and descended upon the world once more?
He immediately shook his head. Immortal Buddhas had long since decayed—how could there be such lush vitality? A Grandmaster under twenty simply should not exist.
Beside him, Buddha Son Miao Wu was even more petrified.
When the moon reflected in a well could not display Zheng Guang’s figure, he already knew this person was an anomaly.
Upon hearing Elder Du Chen personally narrate what he had seen, he was all the more shaken, standing motionless like a clay or wooden statue, hands pressed together.
How could this be? Even if Senior Brother broke through his barrier and emerged, his Buddha light would still appear dim—how could he possibly be compared with an eighteen‑year‑old Grandmaster?
