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

When Ha Jing caught Zhao Hai's words, he froze in place. Confusion filled him as he inquired, "A massive Buddha to hold down the corpse mountain and blood sea Dharma?" Such a concept had never crossed his mind. To him, the corpse mountain and blood sea Dharma power simply embodied slaughter and carnage. How could it tie into anything from the Buddhist League? Though Ha Jing had delved into Buddhist techniques with great insight, he fully grasped their essence. He even knew the origins of the corpse forest master. Yet, the idea of a Giant Buddha suppressing and cleansing the corpse mountain and blood sea Dharma power was utterly alien to him. It shattered all his expectations.

Zhao Hai gave a firm nod. "Exactly. By taking this approach, you can largely avoid the backlash from the killing intent," he explained. "The Great Buddha's suppression nearly eliminates that risk. Any leftover killing intent gets channeled straight into your strikes, boosting their might. Since my skills with talismans run deep, I wove some into the Dharma idol. Those talismans pull in and refine the killing intent, sparing me the hassle of doing it solo. I doubt he could pull that off."

Ha Jing paused, dazed for a moment, before his gaze sparked with excitement. "That's brilliant, but surely there are some prerequisites? It can't be that straightforward to pull off, can it?" He knew full well that if this truly panned out, the sect's disciples could see a massive surge in their power down the line.

Zhao Hai nodded once more. "You're right. This technique demands a very particular and essential condition: profound insight into Buddhism. Grandmaster, I mean the philosophy of Buddhism, not just its techniques. The teachings stand apart from the practices. With true depth in Buddhist principles and unwavering faith in a Buddha, one can summon the Buddha's Dharma image to contain and dominate it."

Ha Jing nodded thoughtfully, his voice grave as he replied, "Indeed. The philosophy of Buddhism differs vastly from its techniques. If techniques are like the gentle Bodhisattva, with lowered brows and compassion across the six realms, then philosophy is the fierce King Kong, glaring in wrath to conquer the four demons. Buddhist techniques have always carried a sharp edge. Pairing them with the blood sea god-killing skill is like pouring oil on flames. But embracing Buddhist philosophy nurtures the mind and steadies the spirit, allowing you to dissolve and curb the murderous aura. Your approach holds real promise."

Zhao Hai nodded again. "That's precisely what struck me back then, so I went for it. But the results fell short at first. Then, after mastering the incantation gesture you passed down, Grandmaster, and blending in other Buddhist methods, the improvements became clear. Building on that incantation gesture, I merged various techniques to reach my current level. For anyone else practicing the blood sea god-killing art, even with a Buddha's Dharma to tame the killing intent, they likely wouldn't match this. Their cultivation pace might quicken a bit, nothing more. To achieve what I have, they'd need to master your great mantra emblematic gesture too. Even then, they'd have to base it on that and fuse multiple cultivation methods."

Ha Jing chuckled warmly. "I get it—you're a true prodigy. Your strength goes beyond just the blood sea god-killing technique. Still, even if others don't reach your heights, following your path would speed up their progress beyond what they have now. That's a win. The real challenge lies in mastering the Dharma."

Zhao Hai grasped Ha Jing's point right away. Cultivating Dharma wasn't a quick task. It proved even tougher than honing techniques. Forming the Great Buddha's Dharma to restrain the corpse mountains and blood seas demanded precision. That's why Zhao Hai's method for the blood sea god-killing technique carried significant dangers.

Yet regardless of the hurdles, it offered a viable route forward. So Ha Jing saw value in it. He placed high importance on the idea. After all, the blood sea god-killing technique ranked as the Blood Massacre Sect's pinnacle art. Letting it sit unused for so long felt like a waste.

Zhao Hai eyed Ha Jing steadily, his tone serious. "Grandmaster, I've got another notion. After witnessing the Spiritual Array Sect's training ways, they're quite unique. Their methods and Dharma powers build step by step. They start with basic Dharma powers in their sea of consciousness, simple at first. As their realm advances, they layer on more complexity. Why not adapt that for us?"

Ha Jing shut his eyes, pondering deeply for a stretch, before responding gravely, "It's tough to implement, but it charts a course worth exploring. I'll mull it over once I'm back. No need for you to dwell on it excessively. Your realm remains somewhat modest. Focus on pushing your cultivation harder, though your gains have been swift already."

 Zhao Hai inclined his head. "Understood, Grandmaster. Rest assured, I've been pushing myself." Naturally, he kept his personal circumstances hidden from Ha Jing. But he spoke truth—he stayed diligent and committed. Without that, his rapid strides 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 commitment to the Bloody Massacre Sect as one of their own.

Though the Bloody Massacre Sect had always backed Zhao Hai generously, he commanded his own faction. Sure, his followers lingered in the Cloud Sea Realm, but contact remained open. Ding Chunming, Wen Wenhai, and the rest had forged their base there. Weak as it was, it existed. Zhao Hai was fated to lead that group. Nothing could alter that.

Thus, Zhao Hai had long planned ahead. Should a clash erupt between realms someday, he could slip into the Cloud Sea Realm under an alias, join a sect there as a disciple, and scrub away his ties to the Bloody Massacre Sect. That would let him claim the foothold Ding Chunming and others built in the Cloud Sea Realm.

Because of this, Zhao Hai had never fully seen himself as part of the Blood Slaughter Sect. But circumstances shifted. He gradually wove himself into the Blood Slaughter Sect's fabric. Du Wansha and Dao Qianzhan poured effort into grooming him, viewing him as a potential heir. In that light, abandoning the sect's assets to head to the Cloud Sea Realm and helm a minor outfit made no sense.

So Zhao Hai started embracing his role in the Blood Massacre Sect more fully. Revealing the blood sea god-killing technique's method to Ha Jing served as his declaration of loyalty as a true disciple. Of course, his deepest secrets stayed locked away from everyone.

Ha Jing steered clear of cultivation talk with Zhao Hai, opting instead for sect matters. They conversed lightly. Before long, the Blood Lotus hovered over the secret realm. This hidden domain lay in the Bloody Massacre Sect's western sea, submerged in the blood sea. That's why sect members had overlooked it. Certain families stumbled upon it by chance. Yet they couldn't probe it freely, gathering only surface details.

The Blood Lotus descended gradually to the blood sea floor. It spun, drawing in vast swirls of blood mist. The mist around it vanished, exposing the seabed. Oddly, a peculiar magic formation etched the ground. Its oddity stemmed from the design—a pentagram formation, truly bizarre.

Zhao Hai and Ha Jing emerged from the Blood Lotus. Ha Jing eyed the ground's formation, his brows knitting. "A formation here? And one so archaic." Though no expert in arrays, Ha Jing knew bits from old texts. This pentagram array hailed from ancient eras. It faded out later due to instability. For arrays, steadiness mattered hugely—unless meant for explosion. Unstable ones spelled doom. That flaw led to its decline.

Zhao Hai studied the formation intently, speaking gravely. "It holds two functions: teleportation and barrier. To access the secret realm, cultivation levels must meet a threshold—thanks to this array. Grandmaster, I'll head in." He knew this array type well, having pored over odd formations, including it. At a glance, he gauged its safety. Free of peril, he could activate it.

Ha Jing glanced at Zhao Hai, urging, "Stay cautious. Those clans found little in this secret realm, which signals its complexity. Tread carefully." Worry gnawed at Ha Jing for Zhao Hai. Finding such a disciple was rare. Officially Lei Gang's student, Zhao Hai's sect standing rivaled his master's. Plus, having grasped Ha Jing's signature art made him akin to a personal heir. Ha Jing cherished him deeply.

"No fears, Grandmaster. I'll come back safe," Zhao Hai assured with a grin. His form blurred, stepping onto the pentagram teleportation array. Instantly, white light flared from the array, swallowing Zhao Hai's figure.

Ha Jing stared at the array, murmuring a Buddha's name. He settled cross-legged nearby, awaiting Zhao Hai's return. In his grasp lay Zhao Hai's life token. Should trouble strike, Zhao Hai could shatter it, prompting Ha Jing to rush via the array for rescue. Though the array bore limits, Ha Jing trusted he could shatter them. Even if it wrecked the array, for Zhao Hai's sake, the loss meant nothing to him.