Mythology

Chapter 542 The Origin of Shakyamuni?
The entire fifteen heavens of Heaven, including the supreme Great Luo Heaven and the three heavens of the Form Realm, silently sank into the Ruins of Return.

The void remained completely still, without even a ripple.

The process of the great eon is irreversible, and this world is on the verge of destruction. However, it seems that Shakyamuni's plan has come to nothing.

"My Buddha, the extraterrestrial demons have abducted Senior Brother Zhunti, damaging the foundation of the Heavenly Court..."

The Medicine Buddha prostrated himself, kneeling beneath the Buddha's light, his body trembling slightly with awe, and dared not look up directly.

However, the wrath of Shakyamuni that he had anticipated did not occur.

Shakyamuni Buddha still possessed a dignified and solemn appearance, with a profound and enigmatic smile on his face, as if he understood the cause and effect of everything in the world.

Medicine Buddha immediately sensed the perfect Buddha light surrounding Shakyamuni.

Surprisingly, it did not repel the aura of the Void at all; on the contrary, it blended together perfectly.

Medicine Buddha belatedly looked up and saw that Shakyamuni was no longer the out-of-control figure he remembered. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be necessary for Amitabha Buddha and Maitreya Buddha to suppress the inner demons together.

Why was Shakyamuni able to come to the Heavenly Court alone? And then inexplicably return to normal?

Shakyamuni spoke slowly and deliberately, his words stiff, "Medicine Buddha, are you willing to cultivate the Great Path with me?"

Before the Medicine Buddha could respond, Shakyamuni raised his hand and pointed.

hum! ! !
Suddenly, a storm arose, and the southwest corner of the Heavenly Court was like a curtain being lifted, revealing a scene that left the Medicine Buddha speechless. The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss gradually squeezed into the upper realm where the Heavenly Court was located.

The Medicine Buddha was filled with terror, because the Pure Land was no longer what he had imagined.

The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss should be filled with auspiciousness and blessings, with the sound of chanting filling the air every day as a Buddhist paradise. However, at this moment, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss is covered by black water that is even more pungent and foul than the Heavenly Court!

The Golden Pond Tree and the Seven-Jeweled Lotus Platform are now sinking and decaying in the black water!
The source of the Guixu Black Water is none other than the central peak of the Pure Land, the sacred mountain that symbolizes the highest holy site of Buddhism... Lingshan!
Lingshan is no longer what it used to be.

On the mountainside, a bizarre mass of flesh, woven from countless twisted human faces and lotus petals, writhes and spews forth countless streams of black water.

The Medicine Buddha examined it carefully and found that there were three clumps.

Although the bizarre mass of flesh was twisted and deformed, how could the Medicine Buddha not recognize it?!

They are none other than Maitreya Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, and the Three Sages of Amitabha Buddha, who were originally guarding Mount Ling and should have descended to the Heavenly Court with Shakyamuni Buddha!
The three saints had somehow transformed into a bridge connecting the Ruins of Return.

"Medicine Buddha, are you willing... to cultivate this... supreme path with me?"

The voice of Shakyamuni rang out again, devoid of any emotion, like the friction of metal against stone, echoing in the mind of the Medicine Buddha.

The Medicine Buddha raised his head and gazed at the compassionate face of Shakyamuni.

There was no longer a sliver of hope in his heart, only an icy chill to the bone!
"May Buddha forgive me!!!"

The Medicine Buddha let out a mournful cry, and its body suddenly burst forth with Buddhist light, tearing apart the fierce winds outside Yuanzai Kongshengtian.

He had abandoned everything at this moment—no attainment of enlightenment, no path to enlightenment—he only wanted to distance himself from Shakyamuni!
Shakyamuni gazed silently at the Medicine Buddha, his eyes remaining devoid of joy or sorrow.

He slowly raised his palm, which seemed to bear immeasurable Buddhist light, and gently pressed it down in the direction where the Medicine Buddha had fled.

Click!

As Yuan Zai Kong ascended to heaven, it was as if glass had shattered. The brilliant Buddhist light surrounding the Medicine Buddha was extinguished in an instant. He felt as if he had become a flying insect trapped in amber, and all his supernatural powers were useless.

The Medicine Buddha's face was filled with despair. Indeed, he was different from the extraterrestrial demons.

His attainment of Buddhahood was bestowed by Shakyamuni, the path of ascetic practice was also what Shakyamuni desired, and even the Buddha jewels were made from Shakyamuni's twenty-seventh vertebra.

Perhaps the ending was already predetermined from the moment he became a saint.

"Ugh!!!"

He let out a mournful cry of despair, his body flying backward uncontrollably, plummeting towards the direction of the blissful mountain of the Western Paradise.

During the fall, the fruit sprouts from within the body.

Vision blurred, and flesh and bones compressed into a ball, becoming part of the lotus platform with a human face, or more accurately, the palace that nurtured the true Medicine Buddha.

Shakyamuni glanced at the four lotus pedestals with human faces atop Mount Ling and nodded slightly with a smile.

Of the six holy figures in Buddhism, four have borne fruit; truly remarkable!
Immediately afterwards, the entire Pure Land and the ruins of the Heavenly Court resonated strangely. Endless black water surged and churned, and the remnants of the two great worlds began to twist and merge under the influence of Shakyamuni, forming a new... Pure Land.

For Shakyamuni, it didn't matter if he didn't obtain Yanghe's Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple, nor did it matter if Zhunti died, Dipankara lost his fruition, or fell into the fifteenth heaven of Guixu.

Even when many Buddhas tried to escape from the Pure Land, Shakyamuni did not take them seriously.

The Heavenly Palace Jade Pillar is intertwined with the Seven-Jeweled Lotus Platform, and the Southern Heavenly Gate connects with the Eight-Jeweled Merit Water...

finally.

In an indescribable scene, a colossal lotus platform of bone and flesh was formed, with Mount Ling extending upwards like a spine.

However, based on the number of petals on the lotus platform, it is only a mere nine-grade lotus.

Shakyamuni appeared in the center of the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform, slowly sat down cross-legged, his gaze swept across the lotus platform, and his jaw opened.

"The extraterrestrial demon... stole the third grade."

The stiff murmur rang out again, but there was no trace of anger in it, only a detached statement: "Two thousand years later, it will be regained."

The Nine-Rank Lotus Platform rotates, carrying Shakyamuni Buddha, suspended in the heavens, seemingly waiting for the entire upper realm to fall into nothingness.

.........

Meanwhile, deep within the Ruins of Guixu.

Even if Yang He used a massive amount of black water to destroy the Heavenly Court, the Ruins of Return would still be endless, and would even become more viscous with each breath.

"Well."

Sun Wukong curled up in a ball, his life hanging by a thread.

The aura of the Void he had endured was far beyond what was ordinary; even a Quasi-Saint would have been annihilated, yet he, a newly ascended Golden Immortal, managed to withstand it.

The branches of the myriad-colored tree growing from the spine are covered with black spots.

It is withering at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Sun Wukong's aura was already extremely weak, as if it would be extinguished at any moment, but he gritted his teeth and waited for Yang He to arrive.

Just as his consciousness was about to sink, Yang He followed the aura of the same origin emanating from his spiritual root and struggled to break through the viscous black water.

"Damn it, I almost died. Luckily, the deep fusion of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field did not fail."

[Deep integration has been completed. The permanent characters <Wanhua Tiandaochang>, <Yuxu Palace>, <Biyou Palace>, <Doushua Palace>, and <Jiulong Mountain> can no longer be played and have been merged into a new permanent character <Wanhua Tiandaojie>.]

[The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm: Legend has it that the world is teeming with demons and monsters. An ancient immortal created an otherworldly realm, which merged with countless Daoist temples and received teachings from the Three Pure Ones. Its spirituality arose spontaneously, and it was named Yang He.]

"The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm?"

Yang He couldn't see the changes in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm for the time being, because his current state was just as miserable as Sun Wukong's.

As a result, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm was also riddled with holes.

His head was mostly missing, and his skull had vanished. However, what was exposed was not his brain, but the microscopic myriad transformations of the Heavenly Dao Realm that was constantly trying to repair itself.

The Myriad Transformations Tree, which supports heaven and earth, is clearly visible, but its trunk is covered with terrifying cracks, and its branches and leaves appear withered and listless.

Most fatally, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm is like an undefended sluice gate, frantically drawing in the surrounding Ruins Black Water!
Yang He could only forcibly guide the black water to accumulate deep underground in the Dao Realm.

It was only by a small effort that his body and soul were kept from collapsing immediately.

"The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West are a big problem, difficult to solve, but ignoring them would be too wasteful. Alas, it's a dilemma." The current dire state of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm is also related to the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West.

At the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree, the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West were entangled. Although they were temporarily sealed, each struggle caused the Myriad Transformations Tree to tremble violently, and Yang He suffered a backlash.

Yang He's injuries continued to worsen, and he could die at any moment.

"Master..."

Sun Wukong sensed a familiar presence, and with his last strength, he opened his eyes. What he saw was Yang He's wretched, lifeless state.
"Master, are you alright? How come you're even worse off than me, Old Sun?"

Yang He looked at his dying disciple, grinned, and tried to force a smile, but it only made him look more ferocious.

"fine?"

His voice was hoarse, and as soon as he finished speaking, he said helplessly, "Look at me like this, how could I be alright? I just won't die."

"Master, how are my... my three junior brothers...?"

"It couldn't be better; it has already established its own sect and become a regional Dao Ancestor."

Yang He struggled to raise his arm and gently stroked Sun Wukong's head.

The Three Pure Ones certainly don't need the reincarnation of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. Since the Great Tribulation was ultimately postponed by Tang Sanzang for nearly two thousand years, it's highly likely they'll live to see the main world, and they'll be even more comfortable than I am.

“My disciple, let’s meet again in more than a thousand years. Just think of what’s to come as a beautiful dream. When you wake up, your master will be right beside you.”

Sun Wukong was so weak that he could not speak, and after nodding, his life was completely extinguished.

Yang He took away Sun Wukong's body and soul, and then let the black water carry him, floating and sinking in the desolate place of Guixu.

It's not that he can't return to the main world, but rather that he lacks a permanent character slot.

Whether it's the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, or the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, they all need to be created as permanent characters to deal with the great calamity in the main world.

Yang He can only rely on Tang Sanzang now.

He could no longer interfere with Tang Sanzang, who had to complete every step of the journey to the West alone, and it was unknown how many permanent roles he could gain.

"Hei Zi, hold on for as long as you can, and help Dao Ye hold on."

Yang He tried his best to sort out the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm, and the Five-Colored Divine Light actively protected his body. His body and soul also had a negligible adaptation to the Void.

Time flows by, and in the Ruins of Return, there is no distinction between day and night.

All Yang He could do was ensure that the Dao Realm would not be destroyed, while also observing the living beings in this vast world from a God's perspective.

Generally speaking, they are divided into ghost cultivators and demon cultivators, constantly vying for cave dwellings around Qianyuan Mountain.

Once the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm is stabilized, it should be able to give rise to a group of demons and monsters comparable to immortals and Buddhas, who will all be their own disciples.

In a daze, the prompt on the panel flashed by.

[The storyline "The Cave Without Ghosts" is complete; permanent character slots: 2]

It took Tang Sanzang at least ten years to overcome a difficult ordeal, by which time the mortal world was probably already in chaos.

Yang Heqiang suppressed his distracting thoughts and his consciousness arrived at the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm.

Zhunti was much more docile than the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West. He had not moved at all and was staring blankly at the Myriad Transformation Tree.

"Zhunti."

Yang He's calls did not cause the slightest ripple.

He frowned slightly. The roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree penetrated Zhunti's body and soul. With almost no effort wasted, Zhunti was already imbued with its aura.

[Should I generate a permanent character named "Namo Cundi Nirvana Buddha"?]

"determine."

Zhunti's pupils were focused, as if he already knew the fate of the other Buddhist saints, and he was overjoyed that he could die a natural death.

[The permanent characters <Namo Immaculate Ancient Buddha> and <Namo Cundi Nirvana Buddha> are compatible and meet the fusion conditions. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"determine."

With his hands clasped together, Zhunti vanished into nothingness amidst a softly whispered mantra for rebirth.

Yang He felt a sharp pain in his temples, and a flood of unfamiliar memories appeared out of nowhere, originating from Zhunti, spanning tens of thousands of years.

Memories begin in the vast, primordial wilderness.

Zhunti and Jieyin practiced together, searching for the traces of the Great Dao amidst treacherous mountains and treacherous waters. At that time, the two had only listened to the teachings of ancient sages, and their foundations were extremely shallow.

Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and the two gradually became immortals.

Unfortunately, his cultivation level was stuck at the bottleneck of becoming a saint, making it difficult for him to reach the level of a quasi-saint.

Memories suddenly leaped out.

During a deep study of the Heavenly Dao, the two unexpectedly discovered that a corner of the Heavenly Dao was slightly damaged. Following the clues, they were surprised to find that there was a low-lying area deep in the Underworld that was related to it.

A shallow pool of viscous black water had gathered in the low-lying area.

It exudes an aura that is completely out of place in this world.

"Is this... a divinely ordained opportunity?"

Zhunti's voice was filled with excitement. The two of them did not understand the origin of the black water, but perhaps it was the key to sainthood that they had been searching for.

Without hesitation, the two headed to the underworld. After finding the Black Water, they discovered that the aura of the Void could devour everything, but one had to actively engage with it.

They offered sacrifices around the Ruins of Return, the first of which was a single elixir.

There was no response.

Then they became even more unscrupulous, even throwing ordinary babies into the black water.

The two suspected that the aura of the Void needed to devour enough nutrients, so a sacrifice that lasted for countless years began, with almost everything in the world becoming a sacrifice to the Void.

The area of ​​the black water gradually increased, transforming from a puddle into a lake, exuding a chilling stillness.

A hundred years, a thousand years...

Just when they were about to give up, the blackwater suddenly responded.

The first pills that were added that year floated to the surface of the Guixu water, followed by some miscellaneous items, all of which were items that the two of them had added in turn.

All the objects were strangely and inexplicably stuck together.

It formed an indescribable giant nest.

"Wow."

The cries of mortal infants echoed within the giant nest, and the creature gestating within the void gained sentience, hovering silently on the water's surface.

The memory ends abruptly there. Zhunti and Jieyin later used some unknown means to achieve sainthood with the help of the giant nest, while at the same time, Guixu completely lost control.

Yang He regained consciousness, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

"It turns out that Shakyamuni was originally a resident of Guixu. I guess the trouble I caused in Heaven may not be able to affect Shakyamuni."

"You call me an extraterrestrial demon because you are the extraterrestrial demon."

(End of this chapter)