Mythology

Chapter 532 The Great World
The Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field is expanding outward at an accelerated pace.

With the sun and moon shining brightly in the sky, all demons and evil spirits in the temple vanished into thin air, and at the same time, the plants withered, plunging the world into a deathly silence.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field seemed to be on the verge of collapse, yet the Yin and Yang energies quietly permeated the area.

The collapsed buildings of Yindu gradually recovered, as if something was about to be born, and the boundless Buddha light emanating from the Buddha shone on every corner.

"Extraterrestrial demons..."

Zhunti understood that Yang He had no intention of confronting him directly. His goal from beginning to end was the Zimu River and the Abortion Spring. Now that he had achieved his wish, there was a high possibility that things might change unexpectedly.

"The Myriad Transformations Tree, sealed by the Five Sages, cannot be communicated with the Heavenly Dao by the extraterrestrial demons; ultimately, they cannot influence this..."

boom! ! !
In an instant, the Yin and Yang energies deep within Yindu erupted.

The Yin and Yang energies seem to possess sentience, transcending spatial distance and directly breaking through the many constraints of the Buddhist realm. Simply put, Zhunti suffered a backlash from the Heavenly Dao because he affected the cycle of reincarnation.

The Buddhist kingdom was pierced through, leaving a huge crater in the center, while the edges continued to be destroyed, never able to heal.

Zhunti activated his Dharma form, and a seven-story pagoda covered the gap.

With the Yin and Yang energies completely dissipated, Yang He has likely already left Yindu.

"Something's wrong!"

"We personally sealed off the Heavenly Dao, so how can he still interfere?!"

Zhunti's emotions fluctuated violently, and the Buddhist kingdom flickered between light and darkness. His seemingly secure arrangements had clearly deviated from expectations. Even though the backlash from the Heavenly Dao had not fundamentally damaged the Buddhist kingdom, and the breach in the Buddhist kingdom was quickly healed, a faint tremor was already present.

How could his mind remain unmoved? Jieyin was also aware of Yang He's supernatural power to possess sentient beings, yet he inexplicably lost 30% of his attainment.

"No."

"This humble monk cannot continue to wait passively."

As soon as Zhunti had a thought, thousands of Buddhas immediately obeyed the order, transforming into beams of golden light and heading in all directions towards the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field.

Meanwhile, the Buddhist kingdom continues to produce Arhats.

He searched for any trace of Yang He as much as possible, but could not find any trace of him; the latter seemed to have vanished into thin air.

The tranquility of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field only made Zhunti more uneasy.

If the three saints were present, they would surely have noticed that Zhunti's mind was in turmoil, and that the saint, who was invincible, was now showing signs of panic.

Zhunti tried his best to suppress his distracting thoughts, and time passed day by day.

He noticed that the Buddhas outside were beginning to die or be injured.

The Buddha was not attacked by Yang He, but rather by a series of bizarre and strange 'accidents'.

It is like when an Arhat is climbing a high mountain, the mountain collapses without warning, and millions of tons of rocks fall down, crushing the Arhat to pieces!
Or perhaps a bodhisattva was passing through a forest when an ancient tree was unexpectedly struck by lightning and spontaneously combusted.

As a result, the karmic fire of his practice went out of control, and the Bodhisattva was burned to ashes by himself.

Even worse, one moment they were traversing the endless sea of ​​Buddhas, but the Buddha light they inhaled caused their body and soul to become disordered, and the next moment they fell into the sea of ​​Buddhas and disappeared without a trace.

The ways in which they die and their spiritual essence dissipate are incredibly varied, as if the myriad transformations of the Heavenly Dao Field are rejecting them.

"Natural disasters and man-made calamities, aren't they just a great catastrophe?"

Zhunti muttered to himself, recalling the yin and yang energies that broke through the Buddha's light, when suddenly, an absurd thought popped into his head.

"Is the extraterrestrial demon refining the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field into a Dharma Form?"

"In that case, wouldn't he become the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao?"

Zhunti's expression was solemn. What surprised him even more was Yang Heju's quick wit and ability to apply what he learned to other situations. After facing his own Buddhist kingdom, he immediately realized how the Dharma form should be perfected and took action.

If Yang He succeeds, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field will never be able to touch it again.

"We must stop him!!!"

Zhunti dared not be negligent; falling behind by even one step would lead to falling behind by another. The enormous Buddha eye, suspended high in the air, opened to its fullest extent, with countless giant clam shells extending deep within its pupil, covered with corpses.

The Buddha knelt down in unison and respectfully called out.

"Welcome, Sage!!!"

The light emanating from the Buddha's eyes grew stronger and stronger. At the point where the light was most intense, a figure stepped out, and none of the Buddhas present dared to look directly at him.

Its figure was slightly distorted, with a large number of giant clam shells embedded in its joints, and its skin was pale. Its face was indistinct, but its eyes were filled with indifference as if looking down on all living beings.

It is the incarnation of the Sage Zhunti descending upon the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field!

Although he is said to be an incarnation of a saint, he is actually the same as Jieyin, possessing a portion of the fruition, only about 20%.

"Back."

Forced by pressure, Zhunti appeared. As he raised his hand, the Buddhist kingdom suddenly shrank to the palm of his hand, forming a miniature pavilion and tower.

However, the Buddha's light intensified, and the temperature became so high that the air itself seemed to boil.

next moment.

Zhunti took a step forward, and boundless Buddhist light radiated outwards, making him appear as if he were the rising sun! Then, no longer guarding Yindu, he transformed directly into a golden rainbow that stretched across the sky.

In a few flashes, they left the depths of the earth and arrived in the mortal realm of the Daoist temple.

He looked around and noticed the desolate, lifeless landscape of the mortal realm. His expression grew increasingly solemn, for the desolation indicated that the cycle of reincarnation was about to restart.

"The extraterrestrial demons! Jieyin was defeated because he underestimated them too much."

"This humble monk is different. Given the prevailing trend, your defeat is inevitable!!"

When Zhunti travels through the mortal realm, his Buddha-light shines everywhere, as brilliant as the sun. Wherever he passes, everything is coated with a dazzling golden light.

.........

Meanwhile, atop a remote mountain.

Yang He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his aura blending seamlessly with the entire mountain range, as if his body and soul were part of the rocks.

Three feet above his forehead, a Dharma image undergoing transformation floats.

The Dharma image no longer has a human form; it is more like a phantom of a temple, with the outlines of undulating mountains and winding rivers faintly visible, radiating an incomparably restrained vitality.

He opened his mouth and spat out five-colored divine light from his body.

It brushes across mountain ridges, ravines, and rock formations.

Wherever the five-colored divine light touches the rocks, soil, and trees, a wisp of pure mountain energy is quietly extracted from its origin and transformed into a faint light that converges into a Dharma image.

The Dharma image solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a large area of ​​illusory mountain ranges appeared, as if it were truly evolving the world.

Yang He smiled without saying a word, having already seized the opportunity to perfect the Dharma Image.

Next, all you need to do is travel throughout the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dojo to allow the Dharma Image to take shape. Before long, the Dharma Image and the Dojo will be completely identical.

Yang He estimated that the timing was right at the end of the deep integration process.

As expected, with the help of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, he will be able to achieve the feedback of the Great Thousand World, and even a true saint will be able to fight against him.

Not to mention a mere incarnation of a saint.

"kindness."

Yang He opened his eyes. The Buddha's light had already reached within a hundred miles. Zhunti was clearly spreading boundless pure land, trying to prevent the formation of the Dharma form.

"Unfortunately, it was all in vain."

The Dharma Form is being perfected at an increasingly rapid pace, with even the Celestial Palace and the Grotto Heaven interacting and integrating into it, leaving the Pure Land powerless to stop it.

Yang He disappeared from the spot and headed to the designated location to continue refining the design.

A moment later, Zhunti descended upon the mountain range, but could only vaguely sense Yang He's whereabouts. He immediately summoned the Buddha to pursue and intercept him.

One fled, the other pursued. The horizon was shrouded in two streaks of light, and now it was Zhunti's turn to feel that Yang He was deliberately stalling.

Yang He's movements were unpredictable, and he rarely stayed for long. Zhunti didn't even catch a glimpse of the Five-Colored Divine Light from beginning to end.

Zhunti felt deeply frustrated, and the number of Buddhas was constantly decreasing.

half a month later.

The Wanhua Heavenly Temple remains desolate, yet hundreds of beams of Buddhist light soar into the sky, making the temple resemble the place where the Buddha practiced.

Zhunti stood outside the valley, no longer as composed as before.

He saw Yang He standing quietly in the valley, no longer fleeing. The image above his head was no longer a blurry phantom, but lifelike.

The mountains and rivers are clearly visible, and the towns and villages are faintly scattered. You can even hear the natural sounds of the wind blowing through the forest and the water flowing. It is like a miniature but complete world!

Zhunti stared intently at Yang He, his eyes bloodshot.

His palm still held a miniature Buddhist kingdom, but the powerful Buddhist light surrounding him was somewhat disordered, clearly indicating that the long period of setbacks had caused his Dao heart to experience indescribable turmoil.

"Zhunti, it's been a long time."

As Zhunti gazed at Yang He's perfect Dharma form, a complex expression flickered between his brows.

He looked relieved, even though he still didn't understand what Yang He was thinking, or why Yang He was resisting Buddhism.

The status of the Lord of Little Western Paradise is second only to that of Shakyamuni.

As long as Buddhism exists, the ruler of Little Western Paradise can enjoy eternal bliss. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Zhunti did not rush to attack. Instead, he spoke in a deep voice: "Extraterrestrial demon, I know that you are almost immortal in this realm. With the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, my avatar may not be able to do anything to you. But... what about later?"

Yang He looked up as Zhunti continued to admonish him, word by word.

"This humble monk is inside the temple, but the Three Saints, including Amitabha Buddha, are sealing it off outside. You cannot escape, so why struggle so bitterly?"

Yang He nodded in response, "That makes a lot of sense. Okay, continue."

Zhunti shook his head helplessly, "Do you intend to face the great calamity alone? Do you know that the Three Realms are already on the verge of mutual destruction?"

The moment the word "Great Calamity" was uttered, even saints couldn't help but show fear.

It could even be said that the significance of Shakyamuni's granting them sainthood was due to the Great Tribulation, and compared to the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, the Great Tribulation that followed was the key, in which no immortal, Buddha, demon, or human was spared.

Zhunti thought that even if Yang He did not agree with the Great Tribulation, he would listen patiently. However, Yang He ignored him and muttered to himself.

"ten."

Zhunti frowned, somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, "Playing tricks!"

Without further hesitation, the miniature Buddhist kingdom in his palm shone brightly, instantly releasing eighteen dazzling pagodas that, like a net covering the entire valley and sky, completely sealed everything off!
"seven."

Yang He continued counting down, as the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dharma Form struggled to resist the Buddhist Kingdom.

As Zhunti commanded the pagoda to press down, he continued, "Do you know how dire this calamity has become? The Pure Land and the Thirty-Three Heavens fell to the brink of annihilation a thousand years ago! Mount Ling and the Heavenly Court are about to plunge into the abyss! At that time, countless beings will face the immense terror of this abyss!!!"

His mouth was dry for the first time in a long time, but Yang He didn't react at all.

"three."

"two."

When he counted to 'two', Zhunti suddenly sensed something was amiss. His connection with the three sages outside was rapidly being restored, indicating that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was about to create a great world, perhaps even in an instant.

and many more.

In an instant.

Zhunti understood the meaning of Yang He's countdown, and the extraterrestrial demons were also waiting, waiting for the moment when the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field would be completely promoted to the Great Thousand World!
"one."

Yang He uttered the last number.

hum! ! !
An indescribable aura surged from the deepest part of the dojo, and then the dojo experienced the four seasons in just a few breaths.

Zhunti felt an indescribable danger, as if he had become nourishment for this new world, and the Dharma Image Buddha Kingdom containing vast Buddhist light could not even be used in the slightest.

The three saints appeared in mid-air, but it would take them a moment to intervene in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

Now, it's time for Zhunti to start the countdown!

Once the Daoist temple is stable, the Three Saints will immediately take action, but the darkness before dawn seems extremely long. The extraterrestrial demons are skilled, and they have not revealed the slightest flaw from beginning to end.

Tick.

A drop of icy rain fell into Zhunti's palm.

Immediately afterwards, a scene of everything coming back to life unfolded before the eyes of the man and the Buddha.

The earth sprouts tender green grass shoots at a speed visible to the naked eye, dry branches sprout new leaves, and flowers bloom in profusion!

From the distant mountains came the tender cries of young beasts, and further away, the clear cries of infants seemed to drift on the wind...

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was brimming with vitality, and Zhunti was momentarily mesmerized.

Yang He slowly walked to the side of Zhunti, who was frozen in place, as if he were an old friend he hadn’t seen for many years. He put his arm around Zhunti’s shoulder, and a five-colored divine light flashed from his fingertips.

Zhunti's consciousness blurred for a moment, and the world around him spun around him!

When he regained consciousness, he found himself to be a newborn baby, drifting on the cold seawater and washed ashore on a beach, where countless other babies looked just like him.

The cries rose and fell in waves.

The cycle of reincarnation in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field has begun, and they are the first batch of original inhabitants, all reincarnated demons and evil spirits.

Before Zhunti could even adjust to his body, a shadow descended!
A giant, strange bird with three eyes and hooked claws swooped down, easily snatched up a large number of babies, stuffed them into its beak, and chewed them up continuously!
Zhunti also experienced the taste of being devoured by demons, and his consciousness was instantly swallowed by darkness.

Once consciousness returned.

He became a fruit growing on the branch of a towering ancient tree. When the fruit split open, there was another baby inside. Countless similar scenes unfolded.

pat.

Zhunti fell from a great height and crashed into a hard rock, shattering into pieces.

death.

newborn.

Die again.

Rebirth.

Zhunti is repeatedly reincarnated, not only as an infant, but also as an insect to be trampled to death, or as a fish to be devoured...

Each cycle of reincarnation is crystal clear, and each instance of suffering is undeniably real.

Time loses its meaning, as if millions of years have passed, yet it also seems like only a moment.

Zhunti opened his eyes and was still standing outside the valley. The five-colored divine light on Yang He's fingertip had just dimmed, as if it had never left.

Yang He patted his shoulder gently, his tone indifferent.

"Walk slowly without sending."

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"determine."

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"determine."

"The five-colored divine light of sainthood, when unleashed through the Dharma form, will subject anyone to countless cycles of reincarnation. Anyone who falls even slightly into depravity will become a permanent fixture. How wonderful!"

(End of this chapter)