Chapter 265: Bodhisattva Dojo

In the forest, there were more than twenty azure wolves. Their fur had a metallic, cold sheen, and their snow-white teeth, like daggers, gleamed in their gaping jaws. They retreated continuously, their eyes filled with both fear and hatred.

In just a moment, the dozen or so azure wolves that had charged forward were effortlessly struck dead by Chu Feng.

The azure wolf lineage was originally a very powerful race. When the world first began its transformations, kings emerged among them, far surpassing many other species.

If the Azure Wolf King were still alive today, it might have already broken four or five genetic locks.

Unfortunately, it followed the Peacock King, obeying its commands to sow chaos in the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, intending to divert the attention of human powerhouses. This led to its tragic demise, and its entire race fell into decline.

"King Chu the Devil, we'll fight you to the death! You killed our king, causing our azure wolf lineage to become a weak race. You executioner!"

At this point, all the mutated azure wolves became desperate and fought fiercely. Sensing that their opponent would show no mercy, they knew even pleading would not save them.

"Howl..." The pack of wolves roared, each one ferocious. Their gaping jaws glowed, sending out various beams of light, attacking Chu Feng with a foul wind.

The wolf race was inherently bloodthirsty, and now, fighting for their lives, they were reckless, even against a king. They were determined to fight to the death.

However, they stood no chance; the gap was simply too vast. Even if Chu Feng stood still and let them bite him, they couldn't budge him.

"The Azure Wolf King massacred seventy thousand people in a city, piling up countless atrocities. Do you really have the right to call me an executioner?"

Chu Feng's tone was calm. He summoned a crimson flying sword, not wanting to waste time. With a whoosh, it flew like a scarlet dragon, spiraling and slicing through the air.

Thudding sounds rang out incessantly as all the mutated azure wolves were cut down.

There were no old, weak, sick, or disabled wolves here; all were powerful, mutated members of the wolf race.

Chu Feng strode out of the forest, heading towards the main peak of Mount Putuo. The area had undergone a drastic transformation; plants glowed verdantly, and tendrils of rich spiritual energy emanated from them.

The most significant change was that the entire island had expanded countless times its original size.

It took a long walk to reach the main peak of Mount Putuo.

A gentle breeze swept through, causing the verdant bamboo on the mountain to sway and rustle. A faint, lingering sound of a bronze bell drifted from a temple, bringing a sense of peace to one's heart.

Chu Feng began ascending the mountain, stepping onto the stone stairs.

Mount Putuo used to be less than three hundred meters high, making it one of the shortest, if not the shortest, among the renowned mountains of the world.

Now, the entire mountain was incomparably majestic, nearly ten thousand meters tall, grand and towering. Golden mists flowed over its peak, as if illuminated by the light of Buddha.

"Is this its true form?" Chu Feng sighed. Rising from less than three hundred meters, it now soared skyward, emanating wisps of auspicious energy—a truly world-altering transformation.

Ancient pines and cypresses covered the mountain, alongside vast bamboo forests, all vibrant with life. Some ancient temples, though dilapidated, were nestled within the sea of bamboo, exuding a sacred aura.

It was indeed different, completely unlike before.

The stone steps on the mountain seemed to have been carved in ancient times, bearing the marks of ages, unlike anything on the former three-hundred-meter-high Mount Putuo.

"Dong..."

The grand bell chimed with a deep, lingering resonance, resounding loudly, as if inspiring enlightenment.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a pavilion cast in bronze, inside which hung a large bell. It was chiming by itself, its sound immense.

Chu Feng was surprised. He approached, examining it closely, confirming it was not a magical weapon, but merely an ancient bell.

He continued climbing for over a thousand meters, observing numerous buildings: vast ancient temples and newly constructed villa complexes built by modern people.

"The Bodhi Gene is certainly fast-acting."

Chu Feng arrived in the area and saw many people busy at work, perfecting the villa complex.

At first, no one noticed him. Chu Feng walked directly towards the cluster of ancient temples. There, he saw some strange trees that had already bloomed and borne fruit, which had long since been picked.

"Stop! Who are you?!"

Someone emerged from one of the ancient temples, blocking his entry.

"A tourist. Are visitors not allowed to climb the mountain?" Chu Feng asked with a smile.

"You! Chu Feng!" The person was greatly startled.

Although the Azure Wolf clan had spread the news, not everyone was following the internet, especially here where people were busy and not paying attention.

"Weren't you rumored to be gravely injured and on the verge of death? How did you get here?" Inside the ancient temples, these were all extraordinary individuals, not monks, and they were utterly shocked.

Their first thought was to report to those on the mountaintop. What was King Chu the Devil doing climbing the mountain?

In an instant, the communicators in the hands of these extraordinary individuals shattered.

With a light wave, Chu Feng caused all the extraordinary individuals who had discovered him to roll their eyes and then faint, collapsing to the ground.

He moved through the ancient temples, digging into the soil around the roots of some strange trees, carefully checking if it was suitable for planting the seeds from the stone box.

In the end, he could only sigh lightly; the quality of this extraordinary soil was not strong enough.

Mount Putuo was now ten thousand meters high, and he had only reached six thousand meters. He felt there might still be hope at the summit.

Chu Feng quickened his pace, rushing rapidly upwards, and instantly neared the summit.

In this area, purple bamboo grew in vast groves. The terrain was open, the bamboo swaying, and spiritual energy diffused through the air.

"There really is a glowing purple bamboo forest!"

Chu Feng was surprised. Then he looked back, gazing down the mountain. The turquoise sea stretched to the horizon, an incredibly magnificent sight, with sunlight dappling its surface like scattered gold.

Especially from this point, he could clearly hear the solemn and sacred chanting from the mountaintop, as if he had arrived in a Buddhist realm.

Chu Feng showed a hint of surprise, saying, "Legend has it that Mount Putuo is the Bodhimanda of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Looking at the golden light permeating the turquoise sea and the spiritual energy flowing through the purple bamboo forest, it truly has a profound artistic quality."

In ancient times, a super-evolved being resided here, leaving behind various legends and ultimately becoming a greatly powerful individual.

The scenery here was beautiful, but the Bodhi Gene had not rashly disturbed the vast purple bamboo forest. It seemed they harbored reservations and had not built villa complexes here. Those glowing purple bamboos made it impossible not to wonder.

Bodhisattva, the Purple Bamboo Forest of the South Sea — these legends were widely known.

Chu Feng searched here, and after some looking, his heart stirred. He slowly ascended the mountain along a blue stone path. Soon after, within the purple bamboo forest, he saw a pavilion and a graceful figure holding a Buddhist scripture.

Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her silhouette was lithe and perfect. The glowing purple bamboo forest, permeated with a faint misty glow, resembled a fairyland. Seeing such a person in this setting immediately sparked imagination.

Chu Feng did not deliberately lighten his footsteps; he walked straight over, observing the ethereal and transcendent figure.

Inside the pavilion was a stone table, and a cup of clear tea emanated a faint fragrance.

The Buddhist scripture exuded an ancient, mottled aura. It was already yellowed, looking like an artifact from hundreds or thousands of years ago, held in delicate white hands, giving it a unique charm.

As if sensing his presence, the woman turned around. Her dark hair fluttered with a crystalline sheen. She had an oval face, luminous white skin, gracefully arched eyebrows, and eyes like black gemstones, full of spirituality. Her entire face was perfect, without a single flaw. She had initially been very serene, reading the Buddhist scripture with an ethereal demeanor.

But now she was very surprised. Her crimson lips parted, revealing pearly white teeth, and her beautiful eyes instantly widened as she stared at Chu Feng, as if greatly startled.

"Why are you here?!" she exclaimed.

"To kick the Bodhi Gene's butt!" Chu Feng replied.

The woman stood up, her figure appearing even more superb, graceful, and slender. Behind her was the purple bamboo forest, with spiritual energy swirling faintly. The person and the scenery blended together, creating a picturesque scene.

Chu Feng showed surprise. He naturally recognized the woman before him, but her demeanor was very different from before.

In the past, Jiang Luoshen was exceptionally vibrant and beautiful, undoubtedly earning her the title of "National Goddess." However, her allure also contained a hint of seductive charm.

Moreover, after she awakened as an extraordinary individual, it was rumored she gained some special abilities from a nine-tailed white fox, which made her even more charming and peerlessly beautiful.

Yet now, she possessed an ethereal and transcendent aura. Holding a Buddhist scripture, she resembled a Buddhist maiden, detached from the mundane world.

Unfortunately, this aura didn't last long. Upon seeing Chu Feng, it quickly vanished. Her graceful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she widened her beautiful eyes, saying, "Rumor has it you were gravely injured and disappeared for many days. So you were hiding on our Mount Putuo all this time."

They seemed to be naturally at odds with each other.

"Have you been living in isolation, not stepping out for days, unaware that the outside world has turned upside down?" Chu Feng chuckled, saying, "I came here on my own initiative; I'm not hiding."

"You're not planning to seize our Mount Putuo, are you?" Jiang Luoshen's large eyes darted around. "I advise you to leave quickly. It's very dangerous further up the mountain."

"Heh, aren't they just colluding with other species, with a Beast King in charge? If he's back, I'll kill him!" Chu Feng chuckled faintly.

"You..." Jiang Luoshen was startled.

Chu Feng's expression turned cold. "To be frank, I'm here to settle scores. The Bodhi Gene better not have made any moves in the dark, otherwise, this mountain will be flattened today!"

"King Chu the Devil, what nonsense are you spouting!" Jiang Luoshen was displeased and also perplexed. She felt that he wasn't joking.

"Smack!"

Chu Feng walked further up the mountain. As he passed, he directly slapped Jiang Luoshen, the sound sharp and clear.

Of course, it wasn't a slap to her face, but rather made her well-rounded form tremble.

"You..." She was furious, her ethereal demeanor completely shattered. She bared her fangs and claws, ready to pounce.

"I'm telling you not to yell at a king-level expert. Also, while we may have some acquaintance, if the Bodhi Gene has truly plotted against me, don't blame me for disowning all ties and blowing up this consortium."

Chu Feng spoke calmly, showing no signs of danger.

However, at this moment, Jiang Luoshen believed him. Her intuition told her that King Chu the Devil wasn't lying; he had truly come with murderous intent.

"What exactly happened to you? Why do you think the Bodhi Gene is plotting against you?" Jiang Luoshen calmed herself, then explained, "Yes, the Peacock Royal Clan is indeed here, and we jointly took over Mount Putuo with them. But we absolutely did not conspire with them to harm you."

"Your word doesn't count." Chu Feng continued his ascent, unhurriedly. Each step he took covered hundreds of meters.

Jiang Luoshen trembled, and an astonished expression appeared on her beautiful face. She felt uneasy, wondering if those old figures from the Bodhi Gene had indeed participated in the plot to harm Chu Feng.

The next moment, she chased up the mountain, her long legs moving rapidly, but she could only just barely catch a glimpse of Chu Feng's back. He walked with light, unhurried steps, yet moved at extreme speed.

On the ten-thousand-meter summit of Mount Putuo, golden mists glowed brightly, purple energy swirled, and amidst vast bamboo groves, ancient temples stood one after another. Chanting seemed to emanate from a thousand years ago.

Chu Feng, with his hands clasped behind his back, gazed at the magnificent Buddhist halls. In front of an ancient building, stood a Bodhi tree as thick as a water vat, its old bark cracked, and its leaves tinged with faint gold.

"Excellent. The sacred ancient tree in front of the thousand-year-old temple has just sprouted, unfurling its leaves, and has yet to form flower buds." Chu Feng's eyes gleamed with divine light.

This cluster of ancient temples and the Bodhi tree were naturally not originally from Mount Putuo.

Now, the mountain was ten thousand meters high, adorned with golden mists and purple haze. Buddhist light flowed, making it utterly sacred.

At such a high altitude, there should typically be ice and snow, but this place was remarkably warm and vibrant with life.

"This is the dojo of an ancient great being, a super-evolved individual. Perhaps something extraordinary was left behind." Chu Feng observed.

In fact, Chu Feng had not concealed his aura after beginning his ascent, alarming everyone in the area.

Only then did Jiang Luoshen catch up, panting heavily, unable to keep pace with a peerless expert. Sweat beaded on her luminous white face.

"Amitābha!"

A centenarian monk, his skin a faint gold, his body emaciated, draped in a kasaya, appeared suddenly before Chu Feng, moving with incredible speed like a flash of lightning, resembling an Arhat with a golden body.

"Step back, monk. I'll settle scores with the Peacock clan first; it'll be the Bodhi Gene's turn later." Chu Feng still had his hands clasped behind his back, showing no fear even when facing the enigmatic golden-bodied old monk. He remained remarkably calm.

Chu Feng looked towards the ancient temples in another direction. He sensed the presence of the Peacock lineage, though there weren't many of them.

With a creak, the temple doors there were pushed open, and several individuals emerged, all experts from the Peacock clan.

They were remarkably handsome. This race seemed favored by the heavens; once they took human form, every one of them was either a beautiful man or a stunning woman, with purple hair flowing and exquisite features.

"Chu Feng, you dare trespass into our clan's sacred ground!" A strikingly beautiful man from the Peacock clan spoke. He appeared to be in his twenties and possessed extraordinary strength, having already reached the Quasi-King realm.

As the world continued to transform and time passed, more and more powerful individuals would emerge from this clan.

"You're understating it," Chu Feng challenged, glaring at them. "I'm here to kill."

"Our king is known as invincible. If you act recklessly, he won't let you off. If you're capable, you can challenge our peerless king to a decisive battle," the young Quasi-King said.

Chu Feng responded calmly, "I'd like to, but he fled. And this time, he crossed a line, daring to use my parents for his schemes and endanger my family. I've come to kill his kin!"

"How dare you!" A stunningly beautiful Peacock clan woman cried out softly, her purple hair fluttering. Her pristine white face was etched with anger and cold fury. As a member of the Peacock clan, she was always self-assured and accustomed to no one daring to provoke her. Her arrogance was habitual.

"I've killed before, so what's there to be afraid of? And since you dare speak to me like that, you'll be the first!" Chu Feng stood still, without taking a step, and directly threw a punch.

It was as if a golden sun had exploded; the fist print was terrifying, carrying immense energy light as it surged forward.

"You..." The Peacock clan members' expressions changed.

The beautiful purple-haired woman tried to flee. She possessed extraordinary strength, at the ninth stage of the Awakening realm, but she couldn't evade it at all.

She had just soared into the sky when she was struck by the brilliant, sun-like punch. With a thud, she was sent flying instantly, then disintegrated, with no possibility of survival.

"King Chu the Devil, how could you do this? Aren't you afraid of retaliation from our invincible king?!" A man from the Peacock clan, his eyes red, shouted furiously.

"Let him come find me then. I'm only afraid he won't dare. Touching my family is touching my reverse scale. I'll repay him in his own coin!" Chu Feng said coldly.

"Quick, leave!" someone whispered, urging those nearby to retreat quickly.

They were filled with intense hatred. No one had ever dared to act so wildly at the Peacock clan's territory, yet King Chu the Devil was about to unleash a massacre.

"Who dares to leave?!" Chu Feng stared at them coldly.

The red-eyed man ascended into the air, intending to spread his wings and escape.

"Let's go too!" others murmured, believing they would all be killed if they didn't leave.

"Duo!"

Chu Feng let out a mighty roar. This was a terrifying sonic attack that combined the Dragon Demon's roar and the Ox Demon's bellow. His entire body glowed like a terrifying sun bursting forth, and golden ripples spread from his mouth.

The sound was incredibly dreadful, shaking mountains and rivers, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

The Peacock clan man who had flown into the air actually exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Chu Feng stood still. With a single roar, the mountaintop trembled, and he had directly roared a Peacock clan expert to death.

"Ah..."

In the distance, a Peacock clan woman shrieked, her face utterly drained of color from fright.

"Amitābha!" The centenarian monk, his body shimmering with golden light, was truly shaken. This was even more terrifying than the Buddhist Lion's Roar.

Many extraordinary individuals from the Bodhi Gene were present. Seeing this scene, they were all dumbfounded, their souls trembling. They exclaimed in their hearts, "As expected of King Chu the Devil!" and were utterly terrified.