Mythology

Chapter 529 Settling Old and New Grudges Together

The figures of the Three Saints still surround the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

Their faces were grave as they realized that the situation was completely out of control, or more accurately, that the initiative was now in Yang He's hands.

"The extraterrestrial demons are indeed incredibly powerful, but how did they manage to bypass our surveillance?"

Why?!

Amitabha Buddha's words were full of anger. If Yang He were beside him, he would surely be gloating. Nothing is more satisfying than letting the saint break down his defenses.

"Five saints in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss were unable to subdue a mere Primordial Golden Immortal."

Although he was called a Primordial Golden Immortal, the Five Saints did not regard Yang He as an ordinary immortal. His background was not simple. He was the twin brother of Shakyamuni and also held the position of a saint.

Amitabha Buddha turned to ask, "Medicine Buddha, what is the situation regarding the reception?"

The Medicine Buddha closed his eyes and made a finger gesture. After a moment, he spoke: "The true body of the Guide has already entered seclusion in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. His fruition has been reduced by 30%, and his cultivation has fallen to the level of Quasi-Saint. He was severely injured by the extraterrestrial demons."

The three saints felt a chill run down their spines. Even though they had almost abandoned all emotions and desires after becoming saints, their instinctive fear still remained.

Yang He's display of cunning was terrifying, even somewhat chilling.

From the moment they first entered Lion Camel Ridge, they gradually reclaimed the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, emerging unscathed and severely wounding one of the five sages who were besieging them.

No wonder Shakyamuni Buddha valued Yang He so highly.

What really sent chills down their spines was whether, in Yang He's scheme, the Three Saints would also be a dish on the table.
Impossible. A saint is a saint after all.

Even if Yang He regains control of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, the Dao Field itself is still in front of them, and it would be extremely difficult to take it away out of thin air.

"Amitabha."

The Medicine Buddha's voice was solemn like never before: "Unless Shakyamuni arrives, we can no longer interfere with the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm. What are our plans for the next step?"

“Shakyamuni is now in the same situation as the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, and is probably unable to descend to the mortal realm.”

Amitabha Buddha was originally a close attendant of Shakyamuni, so he naturally knew this all too well. After thinking for a long time, he said, "The reason why the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is rejecting us now is because it is advancing to the Great Thousand Worlds, so we can only wait patiently."

Once the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field creates the Great Thousand World, the Heavenly Dao will no longer exclude outsiders.

Maitreya Buddha's face was devoid of a smile as he shook his head and added, "The Daoist temple of the extraterrestrial demons is not the Great Thousand World. In the ordinary Great Thousand World, the Great Dao is well-ordered, but in this world, one can only sense an extremely primitive vitality, hmm."

He paused for a moment, "The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is like a living thing that has just awakened."

As if to confirm Maitreya Buddha's words, huge sacs suddenly swelled up on the surface of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm, which was covered by a canopy of flesh and blood, and then burst immediately.

Countless wavy, twisting yin energies extended from it, attempting to find prey within the space set up by the Three Saints, but slowly retracted after finding no prey.

The three saints fell silent, unable to believe that this object was actually the key to overcoming the calamity that Shakyamuni had spoken of, and that it would also create a new paradise.

Little did they know that Yang He was a regular at the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dojo.

In a sense, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is indeed a living entity.

"The situation has changed, but we must not allow it to grow too powerful."

Amitabha Buddha finally spoke in a deep voice, his Buddha light flowing and deducing all the possibilities, "The most urgent task is to seal off and completely block the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, and we must not let Yang He find a chance to escape!"

Medicine Buddha nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

Maitreya Buddha added, "This humble monk will personally mobilize all the Buddhas to set up a three-thousand-Buddha head-sealing array, ensuring that Yang He will have no chance of escape."

Amitabha Buddha offered his insight: "The changes in the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field are precisely the opportunity for us to cultivate, take root, and sprout, giving birth to more Buddhas within the realm, using them as eyes and anchors to gradually penetrate the Heavenly Dao."

“Amitabha, and also Cundi,” Maitreya Buddha said in a deep voice, “The extraterrestrial demons will definitely turn their attention to Cundi.”

"As Zhunti said."

Amitabha Buddha hesitated and said, "I have already informed Cundi, but I was unable to contact him at the time. There shouldn't be any major problems."

Compared to Amitabha Buddha, Maitreya Buddha, and Medicine Buddha who became saints later, Zhunti and Jieyin were saints during the Investiture of the Gods. After undergoing the baptism of the eon, they were very unaccustomed to the current Heavenly Way.

The three saints reached a consensus, and soon endless Buddhist light engulfed the small area. Immediately afterwards, the sound of chanting replaced the deathly silence.

.........

Meanwhile, in the capital city of Yindu, the site of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao.

A huge pool of blood, churning with viscous plasma, stood in the center of Yindu, with faint Buddhist light emanating from it, a scene that was nauseating.

There were twenty or thirty figures soaking in the pool, all of them immortals at the Golden Immortal level or above.

They underwent the baptism of the blood pool, and wisps of Buddhist light entered their skulls. Whether passively or actively, they had begun to gradually transform into Buddhas.

Large clumps of hair were falling out, revealing a smooth scalp.

Immediately afterward, more ordination scars appeared, the yin energy transformed into Buddha light, and the celestial position actually transformed into a unique status belonging to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Qingling Tianjun was among them.

He was one of the earliest immortals to surrender, and his progress in becoming a Buddha was among the best, so his body was naturally surrounded by extremely bright Buddha light.

Click.

Suddenly, the flesh on Qingling Tianjun's back tore open, and a crack spread out. There was no blood, only a burst of rich golden light.

Immediately afterwards, Qingling Tianjun emerged slowly from his old body, like a cicada shedding its skin.

The newly born Azure Spirit Heavenly Lord has a solemn and dignified appearance, with a bright red cinnabar mark between his eyebrows and four arms. Apart from his original two arms clasped together in front of his chest, the remaining two arms each hold a constantly rotating Brahma wheel, and his aura is perfectly integrated.

The blood pool's light dimmed somewhat due to Qingling Tianjun's transformation into a Buddha.

He opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the immortals still struggling in the blood pool, finally settling on Nezha not far away.

Nezha was in a terrible condition, his body was trembling violently, and flames and Buddhist light were fiercely clashing, causing his body to be covered with cracks.

Qingling Tianjun smiled and walked towards Nezha through the blood.

Just then, blood gushed out beside him, and another figure completed his transformation into a Buddha.

Yuanling Tianjun, one of the Five Elders, has a slightly different appearance after transforming into a Buddha. He has three eyes between his eyebrows, a harmonious aura, and a halo of Buddha light on his forehead.

He reached out to stop Qingling Tianjun, "Qingling Tathagata, wait a moment."

"This child's tribulation is not yet over; do not interfere."

Qingling Tianjun countered, "What? Are you and Taiyi Zhenren old acquaintances?"

"You should know that Nezha's two elder brothers, Jinzha and Muzha, have already converted to Buddhism and become Bodhisattvas. This is the will of Heaven; he is destined to be a member of Buddhism."

Qingling Tianjun frowned slightly upon hearing this, "Could it be that a sage has taken a liking to Nezha?"

"unknown."

Qingling Tianjun's tone was chilling, "Yuanling, do you know? That extraterrestrial demon has an avatar that is a twin of Nezha! Coincidentally, I have learned a divine power that can be used to slightly enlighten the extraterrestrial demon's sea of ​​consciousness through this bloodline karma."

He breathed heavily, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could make the inner demons of the extraterrestrial demons flourish?!"

Yuanling Tianjun frowned slightly, but seeing this, he did not stop him.

Lion Camel Ridge was set up by Buddhism to seize the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist site. The Five Saints personally descended to the mortal realm, so Yang He shouldn't have been able to cause any trouble.

However, he also knew that Yang He would not give up so easily.

The fact that sages can rest easy doesn't mean they can leave the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field alive. It's good that Qingling Heavenly Lord's actions have a better chance of success.

“Qingling, the extraterrestrial demons probably don’t know that the Sage is in Yindu. If you interfere rashly, they might notice something amiss.” Qingling Heavenly Lord smiled and said, “Yindu is now a Buddhist stronghold. The Five Sages have all arrived and laid a net to deal with the extraterrestrial demons!”

He gritted his teeth and said, each word distinct and clear: "Even if the extraterrestrial demons knew, they could only accept it!!"

"If they dare to come," a ruthless glint flashed in Qingling Tianjun's eyes, "then they'll be walking right into a trap, giving me the perfect opportunity to avenge my past grievances!"

Having said that, he ignored Yuanling Tianjun, formed a hand seal with his four arms, and quietly touched Nezha's forehead with bursts of Buddhist light wrapped around his fingertips.

The Buddha's light cleverly bypassed the Samadhi Fire and drilled into Nezha's Niwan Palace.

Nezha seemed to sense the danger as well, and flames instinctively erupted from his body, but he was powerless against the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

He tried desperately to regain consciousness, but unfortunately, a large number of giant clam shells bound his body and soul.

"Oh?"

Qingling Tianjun glanced at Yang Jian out of the corner of his eye. The latter's aura fluctuated slightly, clearly a sign that he was about to break free from the blood pool's restraints.

"Interesting, there are still some who slipped through the net."

He didn't point out to Yang Jian that even if a mere Great Luo Golden Immortal escaped, he would only add another corpse to the blood pool.

The seal of Qingling Tianjun solidified into a tangible form, and the Buddha's light arrived deep within Nezha's Niwan Palace, engraving intricate Sanskrit characters around his soul.

At that moment, the blood pool surged violently once more, and seven or eight more figures successively completed their transformation into Buddhas. Leading them was the Barefoot Immortal.

Their cultivation levels were generally below that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, yet they caused the Buddhist light in the blood pool to become much thinner, noticeably dimming by at least 20%.

Yuanling Tianjun couldn't help but think to himself, if it weren't for the continuous calamities in Lingxiao Palace, which prevented the newly promoted leaders of the Eight Departments from participating in the transformation into Buddhas, it would have been difficult to arrange for his own people to join the Buddhist sect.

As he pondered, he looked at a corpse that was constantly rising and falling in the pool.

The corpse was originally the Longevity Emperor, one of the Four Emperors, who was on the verge of death in the Lingxiao Palace and is now barely clinging to life thanks to the Blood Pool.

It is unknown whether the Emperor of Immortality can reshape his body and soul.

"Heavenly Lord!!"

The Barefoot Immortal respectfully led all the Buddhas toward the Primordial Spirit Heavenly Lord, since after joining Buddhism, they were subordinate to the two Heavenly Lords.

Seeing this, Yuanling Tianjun prepared to step forward, but suddenly felt that the aura beside him was not right.

He turned his head and saw that Qingling Tianjun, who had been so smug just moments before, was now covered in cold sweat, his face as pale as paper, and his four arms, which were forming a mudra, were trembling.

"No...it's impossible...how could this be..."

Qingling Tianjun muttered to himself, his brows furrowed with disbelief and horror.

Yuanling Tianjun's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a deep voice, "Qingling Tathagata, what is the matter that causes your panic?"

Qingling Tianjun seemed not to hear, still repeating the same words in a daze: "Impossible... He... He's here..."

"Who's here?!"

Yuanling Tianjun emphasized his words, an ominous premonition gripping his heart.

After repeated questioning, Qingling Tianjun suddenly snapped to attention, his unfocused gaze sharpened, and he looked at Yuanling Tianjun and called out.

"Yang He! The extraterrestrial demon... he's here! He's... he's right outside Yindu!!!"

Before the magic seal could even take effect, Qingling Tianjun noticed that Yang He was approaching Yindu at an unbelievable speed; even shrinking the earth to an inch was no more impressive than this.

And Yang He's aura... no, his aura is wrong!!!

Before Qingling Tianjun could react, he had just finished speaking.

Boom, boom! ! !

A muffled wave, like billions of thunderbolts exploding simultaneously, came from outside Yindu City without warning. The sound was deafening, even drowning out the strange phenomena caused by the immortals and Buddhas.

Everyone looked up in horror; the towering city walls were already on the verge of collapse.

The boundless river seemed to rise above the city walls.

Yuanling Tianjun said solemnly, "The extraterrestrial demons have probably regained control of the Daoist temple, otherwise how could they control the waters of the Mother-Child River? Fortunately, with the Five Saints in charge, they can't stir up any trouble."

Qingling Tianjun did not echo him; no one knew Yang He's rising aura better than himself.

It can only be described as unfathomable!

The river waters converged into a tsunami thousands of feet high, carrying the cries of millions of wronged souls, crashing down with an overwhelming force that could destroy everything.

Even before the giant wave arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused the entire capital of Yin to shake violently.

The city walls groaned under the strain, and the blood pool boiled and exploded.

The giant waves also stirred up the arrangements left by Zhunti in Yindu. Boundless Buddhist light soared into the sky, forming a Buddhist light that shimmered with billions of Sanskrit scriptures and enveloped Yindu.

The illusory image of the Seven Treasures Tree swayed and shone, scattering a holy light that purified all things.

Yuanling Tianjun stroked his beard, "How can Yindu tolerate such rampant evil? How can extraterrestrial demons dare to enter the city in the face of a sage?!"

The Barefoot Immortal quickly echoed, "The divine powers of a sage are beyond our comprehension."

Only Qingling Tianjun, who formed a hand seal, spoke up in rebuttal, "It's useless! It can't be stopped!"

Amidst his piercing roar, the towering waves of the Mother River crashed fiercely against the golden Buddha light.

boom! !

The heavens and earth fell silent. The Sanskrit characters on the Buddha's face flickered violently, and the phantom of the Seven Treasures Tree swayed incessantly, but in the end... it did not shatter immediately!
The giant wave was blocked by the barrier, and exploded into a sky full of pitch-black rain.

The raindrops dispersed, and wisps of light seeped into the city through the gaps in the Buddha's light.

Sparse black raindrops began to fall.

All the immortals and Buddhas clearly saw that Yang He, who was sitting atop the giant wave, was shattered into pieces like fragile glass under the dazzling Buddhist light and impact!

There was no struggle, no fear.

Even the indifferent expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

Yang He's body and soul vanished into nothingness under the watchful eyes of the immortals and Buddhas.

It's like it never existed.

Yuanling Tianjun felt something was inexplicably strange, while the Golden Immortals who had transformed into Buddhas couldn't help but sneer, "Bluster! Daring to offend a sage is nothing but courting death."

The reaction of Qingling Tianjun was somewhat strange and inexplicable; he pointed at the Barefoot Immortal.

The Barefoot Immortal was taken aback when Qingling Tianjun pointed at him, and his fellow cultivators around him also looked puzzled.

He pushed aside his companion, about to say something, but his right foot hesitated to land.

His eyes became cloudy, and his pupils rolled upwards uncontrollably, revealing large areas of white in his eyes, while the Buddha-light quickly receded.

Click click click.

A series of crisp, dense sounds of bones colliding rang out from inside the Barefoot Immortal's body!
The right foot lands.

Yang He has completely replaced the Barefoot Immortal through the Puppet Transformation Technique.

(End of this chapter)