Mythology

Chapter 422 The Immaculate Buddha Who Completed His Godhood
Shakyamuni smiled as before, "Junior brother, you are indeed insightful. This man's heart is wicked, and he is indeed unworthy to enter my Pure Land."

Yang He nodded in response, paused for a few moments, and said, "Congratulations on your attainment of the Dao, Senior Brother. You are destined to become a sage."

He gazed at Buddha, whose smile remained unchanged through the ages.

There was an indescribable eeriness about it.

It was like seeing a humanoid robot in a past life; the smile was exactly the same, but there was a sense of terror in every gesture.

"Junior brother, are you ready to ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"

When Shakyamuni mentioned the Pure Land, he couldn't help but laugh. The immortals chuckled along, and for a moment it seemed that the crisis had been averted. The scene was filled with joy, and it took a long time for them to calm down.

"Brother Shakyamuni, what is the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"

Yang He suppressed the pounding in his heart and noticed out of the corner of his eye that the Three Corpse Taoist still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were now completely empty.

"I was just born, how would I know what the Pure Land is?" Shakyamuni raised his eyes and grinned, "But it must be extremely joyful."

The surroundings were deathly silent, and the immortals did not temper their fervor because of Hu Ximei.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Shakyamuni Buddha clasped his hands together and continued to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed, facing the overflowing black water.

Yang He thought to himself, "As expected, Shakyamuni's question was a test. I'm too lazy to delve too deeply into it. Once the Investiture of the Gods ends, the gap between it and Journey to the West will likely be several hundred years."

Since he can't compete with Shakyamuni for the Buddha's position in the Pure Land, he might as well take a step back and see what happens in the next version.

"It's probably coming soon. What will happen at the end of the Investiture of the Gods calamity?"

With a thought, Yang He immediately swallowed the Three Corpse Taoist and the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple. He ignored the incarnation of the Yin Ghost Immortal and roughly understood Su Daji's dying struggle.

He doesn't care when he's conferred the title of god; he just wants to see if there will be any dramatic changes in the world.

Even if it fails because of this allusion.

Black rain poured down, and no light could be seen outside Leiyin Temple. The world was completely filled with endless black water, submerging everything.

The two Western Saints struggled to hold on, but they did not become angry.

They have already gotten what they wanted. Buddhism is expected to flourish, and once the Three Pure Ones transcend, Taoism will instead decline.

As Yang He was pondering, he suddenly heard laughter again.

At first, there were only intermittent giggles, probably from people trying to suppress their laughter but unable to let a few chuckles escape. But soon the laughter grew louder and louder, eventually merging into a frenzied wave of joy.

"Hahaha."

"I have been an immortal for eight hundred years, and I have never felt so joyful!"

"Haha, paradise!"

Yang He looked around and noticed that all the True Immortals, including Daoist Duobao, had distorted smiles and exaggerated facial features.

Blood was flowing from Duobao Daoren's eyes, and he was making gurgling noises.

It felt like I was being choked.

Bixiao cried and laughed at the same time, hiding behind Yang He and not daring to raise her head. Even the black cat arched its body, revealing its white teeth.

Unbeknownst to them, the black water had already breached Leiyin Temple, leaving only a small area of ​​about 100 meters.

Despite the severe damage to Yang He's Myriad Transformations Heavenly Spiritual Root, his mental state remained unaffected, and he would occasionally want to open his mouth and laugh along with the other cultivators.

puff!

Cihang Daoren's abdomen suddenly opened up, and his intestines twisted and crawled out.

But he was still smiling, cradling his internal organs in his hands as if they were precious treasures.

Soon, the other True Immortals followed suit, each one exposing their intestines and internal organs, bleeding as they laughed.

Yang He felt his hair stand on end as he suddenly realized he was about to head to the Pure Land.

laugh happily.

Damn, it's literally a hearty laugh.

"Junior brother, why aren't you smiling?"

The murmur of Shakyamuni Buddha rang out, gentle and compassionate, yet it sent chills down Yang He's spine.

He turned his head and saw Shakyamuni sitting cross-legged on a lotus throne, a smile on his face, while his intestines were churning wildly through his skin and flesh. *Pfft.*

The skin and flesh were torn open.

The head of the golden infant Buddha emerged from Shakyamuni's belly, also grinning widely and emitting a bright infant laugh.

"Laugh, for only through laughter can you see the Buddha."

Yang He clenched his teeth tightly, and the corners of his mouth began to turn up uncontrollably.

The Nuwa Palace seal in his mind was cracking, and the token that represented the Immaculate Ghost Buddha's self-certification of his identity as a disciple of Nuwa was being destroyed.

"Hahaha!!"

Cihang Daoren raised her arms high, her face contorted to the extreme, and let out a shrill cry that was indistinguishable from that of a man: "Guanyin, may I enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!"

His body continued to swell, his skin cracked inch by inch, and with a loud bang, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and his laughter came to an abrupt end.

Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma, had pus draining from his seven orifices, his head tilted back at an eerie angle, and his spine emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound: "Manjushri, may you enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!!"

His skull was suddenly ripped open, and his brain matter transformed into a golden lotus platform.

Samantabhadra smiled with his hands clasped together, but his skin melted like wax, revealing his blue-gold bones underneath. He whispered something and then disappeared.

Six of the seven attendants were present, and all of them were members of Buddhism.

There are three immortals who are his mounts, and they follow their master without leaving a trace.

Qiu Shou Xian, the mount of Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, was originally a green lion spirit; Ling Ya Xian, the mount of Samantabhadra Zhenren, was originally a white elephant spirit; and Jin Guang Xian, the mount of Cihang Daoren, was originally a golden-haired roarer.

The other three immortals abandoned their animal forms. The immortal Pilu called himself Pilu Zha Na, the immortal Chang Er Ding Guang called himself Ding Guang Huan Xi, and the immortal Wu Yun called himself Jing Lan Guang Ci.

Daoist Duobao was one of the few who attained enlightenment. "Buddha Duobao wishes to enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss!"

Bixiao forced a smile despite her pale face, and the black cat's tail wrapped tightly around her wrist.

"Brother...I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid, you..."

Yang He reached out to hug Bi Xiao, but Bi Xiao suddenly looked up, her eyes blazing with five-colored divine light, "Five Lights Transcend the World!"

She instantly transformed into countless specks of light, and a large amount of ash scattered.

Yang He understood that the immortals were calling out his Buddha name, and the reason they did not add the suffixes of Bodhisattva or Buddha was because they had not yet attained enlightenment.

Even the black cat couldn't escape its fate, meowing mournfully as the five-colored divine light flowing through its fur flickered before finally going out completely.

Yang He could tell that the black cat was referring to the Buddha Mother Great Bright King.

"The black cat has indeed taken the place of the Peacock King, and Bixiao has adopted a different Buddhist name. However, with the Five-Colored Divine Light around, he can't possibly do too badly."

All that remained in Yang He's palm was a wisp of charred cat fur and a few embers that hadn't yet cooled.

In the blink of an eye, only he and Shakyamuni remained in the temple.

"Junior brother!!"

"If not now, when?"

Shakyamuni pinched his thumb and middle finger together, while the other fingers were naturally extended. His right hand was raised in front of his chest with his palm facing outward. His left thumb and index finger were clasped together in a ring, while the other three fingers were slightly extended.

"Namo Shakyamuni Buddha".

Shakyamuni has already attained enlightenment, and the golden infant Buddha in his abdomen is biting his body and head.

It vanished into nothingness by eating itself.

"Ugh."

"It seems that the Immaculate Ghost Buddha will end the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation first."

Yang He no longer suppressed his smile and then uttered the word "seven".

"Namo Immaculate Ancient Buddha".

[Your character, "Namo Immaculate Ancient Buddha," has completed the Investiture of the Gods calamity, and the storyline has ended.]

(End of this chapter)