Mythology

Chapter 462: The Legend of Havoc in Heaven Completed? (Part 2)

After devouring more than 300,000 heads, the Yellow-Eyebrowed King possessed all thirty-two marks of a Buddha, and bore an almost uncanny resemblance to Shakyamuni Buddha.

Everyone had different expressions, and even their breathing seemed to stop.

The Yellow-Eyebrowed King's aura was only that of a Golden Immortal, but the oppressive feeling he brought was extremely strong. Whether it was an immortal or a Buddha, it was as if they were facing Shakyamuni directly.

Yunxiao snapped out of his daze, and his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"It is... the incarnation of my beloved."

She immediately recognized that the Yellow-Eyebrowed King was related to Yang He, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At least Yang He wasn't acting rashly, and it shouldn't be difficult for him to cooperate in rescuing Sun Wukong and then escape unscathed.

Nezha and Yang Jian had long since disappeared and were trying to get closer to the center of the collapsing temple.

Boom! ! !
While the four Buddhas were distracted, Sun Wukong showed signs of breaking free, and a large amount of Six Ding Divine Fire shot straight into the sky, suggesting that the situation might be reversed.

Seeing this, Yunxiao prepared to order the mobilization of the Doubu Zhengshen.

"Wait, something's wrong!"

Her expression changed drastically. The response she received after sending the message to Yang He was incredibly chaotic, like a fool muttering to himself.

Clearly, Yang He's current condition is not optimistic.

suddenly.

King Yellow Eyebrows turned his head and gazed in the direction where the clouds were.

His head split open more violently, revealing layers upon layers of ring-shaped mouthparts inside, each ring of teeth rotating at a different frequency, and five-colored divine light flowing from deep within his throat.

Yunxiao sensed an indescribable malice.

Do not……

Something's wrong with my husband!!!
Yunxiao was truly terrified at this moment. Yang He's immortality was most likely based on the One Qi Transformation into Three Pure Ones, but once he went astray, it could very well lead to his death and the dissipation of his Dao.

The Four Buddhas also recovered from the shock of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, and their Buddha-light soared into the sky.

"I, Old Sun, am not reconciled..."

Just as Sun Wukong was about to escape, the Buddha's light transformed into a hundred-meter-tall pagoda and crashed down.

boom.

The four Buddhas smiled and continued to radiate light to reinforce the pagoda.

Yunxiao gritted her teeth and took the initiative to go to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, even if it meant betraying the Heavenly Court, she could not let her husband die.

King Yellow Eyebrows did not react at all, remaining suspended in mid-air, unmoved.

However, sensing an even more threatening presence, he turned his gaze toward Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's face was ashen, and his aura began to boil. He confronted Yellow-Eyebrowed King, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"The Tathagata? Is he imitating my Buddha?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was so angry that he laughed instead, and his mind was slightly unbalanced.

For a fleeting moment, I actually had the thought of bowing down in worship.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva cannot accept that he would worship a demon; this person must die, absolutely cannot be allowed to live!

"Amitabha!!"

The murmurs of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva echoed, and even immortals and Buddhas could hear the anger contained in his words. In the chest, abdomen, and stomach, a group of ghosts were wailing.

"This evil spirit dares to impersonate the Buddha; this is a grave offense of blasphemy against our Buddha!!"

The Immovable Buddha's eyes widened, his vajra pointed directly at the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, "He deserves to die!!!"

"He deserves to die!!!"

The other Buddhas echoed in unison, their palms emitting light that held back the clouds.

Yang Jian continued searching for weaknesses in the pagoda, his mysterious light suppressing Nezha and Lei Zhenzi, ensuring they wouldn't die in vain at the hands of the Four Buddhas.

Hearing the noise from the outside world, Sun Wukong frantically tried to break open the pagoda.

The golden cudgel struck out repeatedly.

Boom boom boom, the pagoda shakes, and four Buddhas sit cross-legged in all directions to deliver the deceased.

At the same time, the four Buddhas were also reciting the 'Hell Vow Sutra', a Buddhist scripture belonging to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and their endless Buddhist light shone on the Great Luo Heaven.

"If you encounter someone who kills, tell them of the retribution of past misfortunes and a short life; if you encounter someone who steals, tell them of the retribution of poverty and suffering; if you encounter someone who commits adultery, tell them of the retribution of sparrows, pigeons, and mandarin ducks..."

The Pure Land has countless Buddhas, but very few possess scriptures.

The Sutra of the Fundamental Vows of Hell was written by Shakyamuni specifically for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Anyone who recites it will receive blessings from the Buddha.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's cultivation level is only at the Bodhisattva level, which should be similar to that of a Golden Immortal.

However, by having the ghosts within him recite the Hell Vow Sutra, he can be blessed to become a Great Golden Immortal (Buddha), or even after Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva subdues all the evil spirits of the underworld, he can directly attain the Primordial Golden Immortal (Saha).

The four Buddhas who accompanied him did not possess any scriptures, but they had already received a promise from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Once Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva attains sainthood, he will write scriptures for the Four Buddhas.

"Amitabha Buddha, you evil spirit, you will suffer in hell for five hundred years after you die."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva held nothing back; despite his strength having reached the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he chose to kill the Yellow-Eyebrowed King.

puff.

His open abdomen twitched slightly, and then an umbilical cord made up of countless twisted ghost faces emerged from his navel, emitting a deafening shriek.

The umbilical cord instantly transformed into a blood and flesh chain several meters long, binding the Yellow-Eyebrowed King tightly.

The clouds were far away, and they watched helplessly as chains of flesh and blood spread.

The result was somewhat unexpected. King Yellow Eyebrows did not resist at all, and his split head revealed a smile, allowing the ghost face to devour him.

In just a few breaths, the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's body was completely devoured.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not give anyone else a chance to interfere. After completing everything, he immediately withdrew the umbilical cord and silently recited the Rebirth Mantra.

Just as he was about to deal with Sun Wukong, he suddenly sensed something was wrong with the aura behind him.

Turning around abruptly, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's pupils contracted sharply. He saw that in the ruins of the shattered Wanhua Temple, the blood that the Yellow-Eyebrowed King had spilled earlier was gathering together as if it were alive.

A drop of blood swells and twists, rapidly sprouting bones, flesh, and veins...

The Yellow-Eyebrowed King has reappeared!!!

After dying once, the Yellow-Eyebrowed King became increasingly strange and mysterious, with a constantly changing five-colored halo appearing behind his head.

Five-colored divine light shone throughout the Peach Banquet, and every immortal and Buddha within its range would have their own memories of experiencing various ways of dying flash through their minds.

"Cause and effect, reincarnation? How could he possibly control cause and effect, reincarnation?!"

King Yellow Eyebrows opened his arms again and shouted.

"Now that you have seen the Buddha, why don't you bow down?!"

The Myriad Transformations Dojo transformed into a cassock worn on his body, and the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's size had reached four hundred feet, causing the earth to shake with his voice.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's face suddenly twisted, his features becoming extremely ferocious.

The limbs snapped off with a crack, turning into fleshy umbilical cords composed of ghostly faces, and tens of thousands of evil spirits howled as yin energy was released.

"Yang He, this humble monk refuses to believe you can't kill him!!!"

The four umbilical cords, like giant pythons strangling, instantly tore the Yellow-Eyebrowed King to pieces, creating a deep crater where the blood had previously dripped.

The Buddha's light swept across every inch of the land, preventing any remaining blood from escaping.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's worries did not diminish but intensified, prompting him to summon 230,000 evil spirits into his mind.

The head made a clanging sound of bones colliding, and expanded several times its size as if inflated. The scalp was stretched transparent, revealing a dense array of ghostly faces, like countless drowned people pressed against thin ice.

Kaka.

The skull cracked open, and the demonic faces eagerly burst out of the flesh.

There are the faces of elderly people with deep wrinkles, the crying of babies, and the charming smiles of young girls; men and women, young and old, and all kinds of emotions.

Two hundred and thirty thousand ghostly faces were piled up in layers, turning the solemn Buddha head of the Bodhisattva into a writhing hill of human heads, which looked strange and inexplicable.

The consciousness of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva thus appears to be substantial.

A flash of consciousness passed through it.

Under the watchful eyes of all the immortals, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked up to the sky and roared.

"come out!!!"

The voice came from countless ghost faces at once, then the tone changed, and the murmur of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King came from the body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Now that you have seen the Buddha, why don't you bow down?!"

All the immortals and Buddhas present could hear it, but not through the air; rather, it resonated directly in their brains, causing their eardrums to rupture.

The heavenly soldiers and generals stationed at the entrance and exit of the Peach Garden all fell to the ground.

The spines of the heavenly soldiers and generals were bent into a bowing posture.

"He...he's inside me! How dare he be inside me!!!"

The 230,000 demon faces of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva simultaneously went hysterical, all their eyes darting wildly, finally locking onto his forehead.

There was an incongruous face between his brows, which was none other than the features of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King!

The other demon-faced figures were terrified, their flesh trembling violently.

boom! !

Half of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's forehead exploded with a bang, sending bits of flesh flying everywhere.

He suppressed his raging anger and then realized that the evil spirit disguised as Shakyamuni might not have a fixed form.

"Amitabha."

His divine sense swept across the entire Peach Garden, and every single speck of dust was clearly perceived.

Suddenly, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva noticed an unusual five-colored ray of light, which was quietly flowing around in the sky full of Buddha light.

The light sometimes danced on the broken peach branches, sometimes disappeared into the pool of blood, and occasionally even darted through the clouds in the sky.

"Gotcha!!!" The 230,000 demon faces of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva roared at the same time, and his head suddenly split open from the middle, his upper and lower jaws opening like two gates of hell.

Gurgling.

A chilling writhing sound came from deep within the throat, followed by tens of thousands of heads emerging, their ends connected to slender necks, blotting out the sky.

Countless heads rushed toward the five-colored light.

The five-colored light could never escape the blockade of the Hell Realm.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva couldn't stop laughing wildly.

He clearly saw that the five-colored light was from the beginning to the end that of a Golden Immortal, but he could only barely escape for a while by reshaping his body and soul with the help of his flesh and blood.

Now that his divine sense has locked onto the true form of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, there is no longer any possibility of him feigning divine intervention.

"A false Buddha is just a false Buddha. In the end, he can only use unorthodox methods and cannot threaten the hell realm that I have established!"

Roar! ! !
The hell realms intertwined, spreading overwhelmingly towards the five-colored light.

The five-colored light no longer dodged, relying on the remaining nutrients of the flesh and blood temple to begin reshaping its body and soul, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed back into the Yellow-Eyebrowed King.

King Yellow Eyebrows sat cross-legged in the void, facing Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

A five-colored halo slowly rotated behind him.

Only Yunxiao noticed that the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's open eyes were clear and undisguised, devoid of any fear, and he was staring intently at the Hell Path.

Yes, but there was a touch of greed mixed in with the Qingming Festival.

Yang He had actually regained his consciousness during the second reconstruction of his body and soul, but he also understood the limitations of the Yellow-Eyebrow King.

The five-colored divine light, blessed by more than 300,000 heads, far exceeded the ordinary.

However, it is limited by cultivation level, or more precisely by the Myriad Transformation Tree. As long as one breaks through the Golden Immortal realm, the Myriad Transformation Tree will suffer from the erosion of the Void.

Yang He only had one chance to make a move, and what awaited him was the disintegration of his body and soul. The Hell Path was precisely the innate divine power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"The hell realm of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is truly... tempting."

"The evil spirits that make up the hell realm still retain a trace of yang energy. If consumed, it should have an effect equivalent to one-fiftieth that of a living person."

Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts. The cycle of reincarnation in the underworld during the Journey to the West had not yet collapsed, which is why Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had so madly taken in the souls of the dead.

He also witnessed the terror of the new version of Buddhist supernatural powers.

"Buddhism's gains in the Investiture of the Gods were not limited to Shakyamuni. It is clear that its understanding of the new version is superior to that of the Heavenly Court. Unfortunately, my Five-Colored Divine Light Method is far inferior to that of the Hell Path."

Although Bixiao is revered as the Pure Light Tathagata in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, he is not a disciple of the lineage personally transmitted by Shakyamuni, and his status is inferior to that of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"I have five hundred years of free time after the havoc in Heaven ends, so I need to cultivate my supernatural powers properly."

A smile appeared on Yang He's lips. The consumption of more than 300,000 heads was indeed a one-time event. He would return to playing the role of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King and become the bell-ringing boy again.

However, he saw the possibility of perfecting the Five-Colored Divine Light through this.

"Five-colored...flowers bloom!!"

The Yellow-Eyebrowed King's head slowly split open, like a lotus flower blooming.

Five-colored divine light flowed out from within the skull, like a celestial river pouring down, illuminating the thirty heavens. Wherever it shone, the ghostly faces of the hell realm froze, then formed an eerie calm.

The eyes of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva reflected the radiant glow of the sunset.

"Five-colored divine light, could it be that he intends to... kill me?"

"A mere Golden Immortal dares to kill me?!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was somewhat incredulous, and realized that Yang He was waiting for him to use the Hell Path to directly defeat his supernatural powers.

When the time came, he knew he couldn't back down in the slightest.

"Yang He! I am not like the Buddha of Corpse Abandonment!"

"When the Buddha Tathagata enlightened the seventy-seven Buddhas, he used the flesh and bones of the Corpse Deity to conceive the Corpse-Abandoning Buddha!!"

"But only my bone marrow came from the Ghost True Lord; the rest came from Shakyamuni. I am not like the Buddha Sikhin!!!"

When the Hell Path was unleashed to its fullest extent, six hideous and terrifying giant ghost faces emerged from his throat.

It is transformed from the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and brain.

The giant demon face was not yet fully formed, and its features were extremely blurry.

When Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva seals off all evil spirits in hell, the hell realm will be transformed into the six realms of reincarnation. This supernatural power ranks among the top in the three realms.

Since Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was already risking his life, Yang He naturally couldn't back down.

When the Hell Path transformed into six gigantic mouths that blotted out the sky, carrying the shrieks of countless vengeful ghosts as they swooped down, the Yellow-Eyebrowed King had already become nourishment for the Five-Colored Divine Light and was disintegrating inch by inch.

There was no struggle, no wailing.

Only a trace of almost pitying contempt remained, frozen in the final moment of annihilation.

Buzz~~~~

A deathly silence enveloped the Peach Garden.

Immediately afterwards, where the five-colored divine light vanished, a faint light was born.

It was neither the golden radiance of Buddha's light nor the original splendor of supernatural powers. The faint light was like a drop of star marrow that had fallen into the mortal world. At first, it was inconspicuous, but then it suddenly expanded, flowed, and spread!
Like a meteorite with life, or like melted paint, it possesses an unnatural magnificence, emerging from nothingness.

As the light reached, the Peach Garden groaned under its unbearable weight.

Broken peach branches, congealed pools of blood, splattered rubble...

Under the touch of the light, all matter began to soften, deform, and dissolve, like a wax figure that had been scorched by high temperatures for a long time.

Five colors are growing...!!!
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva realized that Yang He's five-colored divine light was different from that of Pure Light Tathagata, and that when cultivated to the extreme, it might not be inferior to the six realms of reincarnation.

"How is it possible that he... comprehended supreme divine powers from scratch in such a short time?!"

"Why?! Why?!!"

The hellish realms intertwined wildly, engulfing even a wisp of five colors.

The five colors did not perish as a result. Instead, they were not satisfied with being formless and began to collapse inward, their light becoming so intense that it was impossible to look directly at them.

If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's consciousness could come into contact with the five colors, he would be able to hear Yanghe's murmurs.

"damn it!!"

"Something's wrong with this version!!"

"Eating people allows one to comprehend the Dao of Heaven. The main purpose of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's cultivation through cannibalism is actually to deduce supernatural powers. However, ordinary demons and evil spirits cannot control him and are prone to physical and spiritual collapse!"

Yang He's Five-Colored Divine Light has an extremely high upper limit; the result of calculations based on over 300,000 heads is...

A five-colored sun is being born!
A living star is being born!
The five-colored divine light transformed into flesh and blood veins, weaving a giant sun above the Peach Garden—a five-colored flesh and blood sun.

The flesh-and-blood sun has replaced the sky; its light is no longer illumination, but pollution.

Just like the six levels of hell that Yang He had seen!
The five-colored light made the immortals and Buddhas appear as if they were covered with a layer of colorful paint.

The six enormous mouths of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, which blot out the sky, seemed to be immersed in strong acid and hissed as they dissolved under the beam of light.

The demonic face transformed into a serene smile!

"Do not!!!"

The myriad demon faces of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva emitted a shrill cry, and the proud nascent form of the Six Realms dissolved and collapsed under the pollution of the flesh-and-blood sun.

The flesh-and-blood sun gradually dimmed, its light flickering uncertainly.

When the last ray of light faded, the Peach Garden had been reduced to scorched earth.

The peach trees withered and died, the golden bricks of Yaochi shattered into dust, and even the Immortal Mountain Cloud Pavilion had been reduced to ruins, leaving only broken walls to silently tell the tragic story of this great battle.

The immortals were speechless with shock; the two supernatural powers made them pale in comparison.

Like an ape that has just learned to use a stick, seeing a steel car drive by, the crushing feeling from this version is palpable.

Both sides who used their supernatural powers suffered heavy losses.

"Cough cough cough."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva knelt in the center of the ruins, his body now just skin and bones.

The Hell Realm now has only a few thousand ghost faces left, and each one is incomplete.

The abdomen split open, and the umbilical cord that had been wrapped around it broke off piece by piece and scattered all over the ground.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva does not have Yang Heyi's ability to rebuild his foundation by dying and coming back to life. The disintegration of his supernatural powers means the complete destruction of his foundation.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

He suddenly laughed, his voice hoarse and broken.

"My hell realm, my six realms of reincarnation!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's limbs trembled as he looked at the festering flesh in his palms, his eyes unfocused.

"No more, all gone."

Ninety percent of the Hell Path was destroyed, and countless evil spirits were annihilated in the five-colored divine light. The foundation of their arduous cultivation of supernatural powers was completely destroyed by Yang He's attack.

Even more terrifying.

Deep within the consciousness of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, something seemed to be tainted by the light of that flesh-and-blood sun. Was it the Dao heart?
It is indeed the heart of the Dao.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sometimes laughs wildly, sometimes cries bitterly, and sometimes murmurs to himself while looking up at the sky.

The flesh-and-blood sun vanished in an instant, but Yang He's consciousness remained.

At this moment, Yang He carefully surveyed the peach orchard.

Time slows down.

[The storyline "Born to Be Heaven" is complete; permanent character slots: 3]

When Yang He saw the victory settlement screen pop up, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At least the Buddha who brought the story to a close in the original work did not appear.

The moment the thought arose, he subconsciously looked toward his spiritual vision.

The price of Insight is skyrocketing!!!
(End of this chapter)