My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Cheng Guang murmured to himself.

His mind sunk slightly.

Submerging into the depths of his consciousness.

Cheng Guang discovered that his Primordial Spirit now displayed two colors.

One white and one gold.

The white represented Cheng Guang’s original Primordial Spirit, which had not yet fused with the Sacred Fruit.

The gold, however, was his Primordial Spirit that had merged with the Fruits of Path to Divinity.

Within that golden hue, he could see streaks of will and enlightenment transforming into flowing light, circling within his mind.

Cheng Guang merely glanced at the Primordial Spirit within his consciousness before planning to withdraw from it.

But it was right here,

Cheng Guang suddenly saw

that the half of his Primordial Spirit, which had fused with Tang Sanzang’s Fruits of Path to Divinity, trembled. Immediately after, there flashed within the Primordial Spirit an even more dazzling radiance.

Under Cheng Guang’s gaze, that brilliant golden luster gradually gathered into a figure neither too large nor too small.

The figure wore Buddhist robes and resembled a monk, with hands pressed together and a face conveying sincerity and compassion as it spoke one phrase.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

As the voice resounded within his mind,

Cheng Guang’s body, from the inside out, sparkled with streaks of Buddhist light.

All of the “Fruits of Path to Divinity” on the second level, as if sensing Cheng Guang’s presence, changed from their ferocious demeanor to curling up and whimpering, pleading for mercy as soon as the Buddhist light flickered on his body.

And at this moment,

Cheng Guang’s originally closed eyes slowly opened, and as he looked at everything around him, he sighed and once again slowly brought his hands together in prayer.

The Buddhist robes that Cheng Guang had stored in his storage ring

flew out without any warning,

unfolding in midair and draping over Cheng Guang.

At the same time,

all of the “Fruits of Path to Divinity” on the second level trembled softly.

The filth and impurities on their bodies flowed out like water, converging towards Cheng Guang.

But those streaks of pitch black, when they landed on Cheng Guang,

did not contaminate the golden luster on his body; instead, they made the golden glow even more sanctified.

Cheng Guang was oblivious to the outside world; he remained in his consciousness, observing the golden monk that had suddenly appeared within his Primordial Spirit.

Under Cheng Guang’s gaze,

the golden monk within the Primordial Spirit became more solid.

From an initial blur, the figure’s features gradually became clear.

Cheng Guang stared intently.

As seconds and minutes of waiting passed,

he suddenly saw the monk’s features clearly.

Upon recognizing the monk’s appearance, Cheng Guang’s eyes couldn’t help but widen slightly, a look of shock in his eyes, yet he appeared reflective.

The monk was none other than Cheng Guang himself.

Cheng Guang did not understand why another figure resembling a monk had formed within his Primordial Spirit.

However,

he had a rough idea that this was perhaps the effect of the Fruits of Path to Divinity he had obtained.

Cheng Guang also realized,

the Fruits of Path to Divinity he had received

were different from what Zhou Qingxu and the others, and the Chicken Demons in the Secret Realm of Five Daos Mountain had acquired.

The way they, from some objects, acquired the Fruits of Path to Divinity, differed vastly from the way Cheng Guang directly received the Fruits of Path to Divinity from the Heavenly Dao.

Perhaps…

my method of cultivation is the orthodox one?

But then again,

why does the tainted Heavenly Dao grant me a Saint Dao Fruit that is untainted?

Why am I unaffected?

This was something Cheng Guang could not understand no matter how much he pondered.

Taking a deep breath,

Cheng Guang stopped thinking about it.

Let nature take its course.

Just as Cheng Guang’s primordial spirit was about to slowly withdraw from his mind,

he suddenly paused in shock.

Because he discovered

he could no longer control his own body.

He could “see”,

his body, suspended in the second layer.

On his body, Buddhist robes had been draped at some unknown time.

The robes fluttered, golden and pure.

All the “Fruits of Path to Divinity” within the rooms of the second layer seemed to be drawn by him.

Through the window,

Cheng Guang could see that the sky outside the library had already begun to darken.

“What’s happening, what am I doing??”

“No, what is my body doing???”

At this time, Cheng Guang was completely dumbfounded.

He had completely lost the ability to control his body.

He could only watch helplessly as his body went on a rampage.

In a short time,

Cheng Guang saw figures appearing one after another.

Due to his actions, the figures that appeared around him were mostly looking at him with a look of great horror.

These figures,

Cheng Guang did not recognize.

The majority were very unfamiliar.

However, it seemed that among them were quite a few core members of the Great Tang, and a few people standing with Zhou Qingxu had a breath of cultivation that was not weak.

“Are they one of the Twelve Sect Leaders of the Great Tang?”

Cheng Guang looked at the people beside Zhou Qingxu.

He did not look long,

before he noticed that beside him, the figures of an old man with black hair and an old man with white hair slowly appeared.

They both looked at him in utter shock.

“What’s going on here?”

“Is this young man attracting evil filth??”

“The pollution on the Fruits of Path to Divinity seems to have been purified a bit.”

The black-haired old man was so shocked he didn’t know what to say.

“He’s using himself to attract evil filth; isn’t he afraid of going completely mad?”

“We must stop him!”

The white-haired old man thought the same.

But before he could voice his concerns,

the white-haired old man felt another figure suddenly appear beside him.

The white-haired old man turned his head.

He looked at the young man dressed in black with black hair who had appeared suddenly beside him.

The young man wore a fierce mask, obscuring his expression. Through the mask, one could only make out the moved expression in his eyes below.

“Saint Monk…”

“Is it you, Saint Monk…”

The Great Tang Emperor began to speak slowly, and although his voice was young, it trembled, and upon closer listening, it even carried a hint of sobbing.

Just hearing the Great Tang Emperor say the words “Saint Monk”,

completely shocked the black-haired old man and the white-haired old man.

“Saint Monk??”

“The one who, back then, decayed with Buddha, and alone, opposed gods by himself?”

“Hadn’t he died long ago?”

“Could it be that this young man is him?”

The black-haired old man and the white-haired old man whispered to themselves, looking at Cheng Guang enveloped in golden light, their mouths twitching slightly.

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