Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Golden light pierced the darkness in the underground Buddhist kingdom.

Wu Xiaoyou, carrying Wusheng, swooped down from the dome at such speed that the air itself seemed to hiss sharply.

"This is insane, this is insane..."

Even the mug seemed reluctant to watch what would happen next.

That little black Buddha is something even they can't break through. If they were to crash into it, wouldn't their mortal bodies be turned into a pile of minced meat?

The fortress activated its [Code Vision] and looked at Wu Xiaoyou, worried that she might have been affected by something.

However, they discovered that although the abnormal index on the other party was steadily rising, no additional aura was appearing.

In other words, Wu Xiaoyou is simply releasing her power, and her will is entirely under her control.

Monk Huiming stood frozen in place, his hands clasped together, his lips trembling slightly.

He could sense the pure, heart-stopping power emanating from Wu Xiaoyou, but he couldn't understand her intentions at all.

Du Nie looked up at the golden light, a ferocious smile curving his lips.

The black threads that make up the little black Buddha wriggled on his body, as if excited for the prey that was about to arrive.

"Fool!" He grinned maliciously, raising his vajra, black mist swirling around it. "Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, then we'll all go to hell together..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the golden light suddenly accelerated.

Wu Xiaoyou, who was already as fast as lightning, swept past Du Nie like an arrow as her six wings instantly retracted.

The speed was so fast that no one had time to react.

She didn't crash into the little black Buddha!?
"What!?"

Du Nie suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

But all that could be seen was a glint of cold light piercing through the gap between the six wings, precisely striking the wrist of Du Nie, who was holding the vajra.

This scene made everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

What exactly does the Red Spider Lily want to do? Can this sword break through Little Black Buddha's defense?

Du Nie, of course, did not believe such an absurd thing.

He was completely unprepared and instead of retreating, he reached out to try and grab Wu Xiaoyou's six wings.

呲——

"what!!!!"

The next second, Du Nie's heart-wrenching screams came from the little black Buddha.

The cold light completely ignored the outer shell of the little black Buddha and directly pierced the body of the calamity inside.

The intense pain from his severed tendons and the impact of the Laughing River Sword on his soul were both completely unexpected.

Du Nie frantically swung his pierced wrist, trying to pull out the strange sword.

But Wusheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, refusing to let go.

Her entire weight was on the sword, and her small body was tossed about by Du Nie like a flag in a storm.

"You little beast! You're asking for it!"

With a face contorted in pain, Du Nie took the vajra with his other hand and smashed it down on Wu Sheng's fragile body with immense force.

thump—

However, the vajra made a dull sound the moment it fell.

At first glance, he saw that the figure of the monk Huiming had already appeared in front of him.

He clasped his hands together in front of Wusheng, and a barrier resembling a bronze bell appeared on his body. When the vajra struck it, it was as if a bronze bell had truly been struck, and the sound of the bell echoed throughout the entire underground Buddhist kingdom.

This is the real Golden Bell Shield!
However, it was clear that the monk Huiming's power was still insufficient to directly and continuously confront Du Nie.

After all, the other party was Du Ye's creation.

As the vajra pounded down again and again, the golden bell shield formed by the power of vows quickly developed cracks.

Finally, with another powerful and heavy slam.

The Golden Bell Shield has shattered.

click -

Even so, the monk Huiming did not dodge. He loosened his clasped hands and raised them to grab the vajra.

The arm cracked with a sickening sound under the heavy pressure of the vajra, and blood dripped down the wrist, but the arm did not retreat an inch.

With his other hand, he supported Wusheng's back to help stabilize his body.

The immense pressure caused traces of blood to seep from the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth of the monk Huiming.

"Master!" Wusheng's eyes were red.

"Don't let go." Monk Huiming's voice was very soft: "Master is here, no one can hurt you."

The Laughing River Sword, stuck in the wound as if it had taken root, was causing an already unbearable pain that intensified with each twist of the blade, making Du Nie feel like his body and mind were about to explode.

"You...you think you can defeat me like this?" Du Nie roared hoarsely, "I am Buddha! I am immortal! I..."

"I'm sorry, you're not a Buddha, and you're not even qualified to be a human being."

Wu Xiaoyou's voice came from behind him.

He held a disturbing piece of paper in his hand.

The instant Wusheng stabbed her opponent, she took advantage of everyone's attention being on Du Nie, spread her six wings and flew to a farther place to pick up the Buddhist contract on the ground again.

After saying that, she tossed the Buddhist contract to Wusheng.

The other party immediately understood and released the Laughing River Sword, raising his hand to catch the Buddha Contract.

The moment he let go, Du Nie tried to take the opportunity to shake off the Xiao Chuan Sword.

Unexpectedly, the players stepped in and used various items to apply effects to the Laughing River Sword, keeping it firmly embedded in his wound.

He was now holding a vajra in one hand, which was being held by the monk Huiming, while the other hand, with the Xiaochuan sword stuck in it, hung limply on the ground.

Wusheng jumped up and placed the Buddha's seal on his palm.

Due to the injuries caused by the Laughing River Sword, Du Nie's entire arm is now covered in blood, leaving a bright bloody handprint on the Buddhist contract.

Du Nie seemed to realize something, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

"No...you can't..."

"The Buddhist contract is meant to allow me to devour you..."

At this moment, Monk Huiming seemed to realize what Wu Xiaoyou was planning to do.

While marveling at how audacious and unbelievable the other party's plan was, he immediately bent down and grabbed the back of Wusheng's collar, pulling him back as if he were a kitten.

At the same time, he released his grip on the vajra and retreated a considerable distance.

boom--

The vajra slammed heavily onto the ground, smashing a deep crater into the plaza's paving stones.

Upon seeing this, the players quickly dispersed to avoid being harmed by the demon.

However, at this moment, Du Nie seemed to have no time to even pull out the Xiao Chuan sword that was stuck in his hand.

He trembled violently as he said, "No...you can't...do you know what you're doing?"

"If you swallow your ego, you will never be able to eliminate it in this lifetime!"

"You will ruin yourself! You will ruin me! You will ruin everyone! You will ruin this divinely ordained Buddhist opportunity!"

In fact, to some extent, the real difficulty in Wu Xiaoyou's decision was not getting Wusheng to pierce Du Nie's hand and leave a bloody handprint.

Instead, they had Huiming sign the text portion of the Buddhist contract.

What Wu Xiaoyou didn't know was that ego cannot be eliminated in this way.

If you choose to swallow your ego, it's tantamount to acknowledging its existence, and from then on, no matter how much you cultivate yourself, you won't be able to eliminate it.

The monk Huiming will never have any further connection with Buddhism in this life.

He is not some so-called evil Buddha, but the true Buddha.

Hearing Du Nie's heart-wrenching voice.

The monk Huiming first looked at Wusheng, whom he was holding, and then at the players who had risked their lives for him.

He took two deep breaths and responded:

"you're right."

"But this humble monk is already prepared."

"Let my ego... exist as it is."

His voice was very calm, as if he were reciting Buddhist scriptures.

After saying this, Monk Huiming raised his index finger and touched the bloodstain on the bloody handprint.

He wrote two powerful characters on the Buddhist contract—

【Huiming】

That's right, he didn't write the words "Du Nie" (渡孽), but rather his own name.

According to the monk Huiming, if one acknowledges that the other person is called Duye, then that person will forever remain only the ego that Duye perceives in his mind.

What I need to do now is acknowledge that he is simply my own ego. Then he can only be called Huiming!
For a long time, his ego was like an unshakable mountain blocking his way. Monk Huiming felt like the Foolish Old Man who had spent his whole life trying to dig through the mountain.

Now, he suddenly puts down his hoe and gazes at this insurmountable mountain.

Instead, he felt a strange sense of relief.

For some reason, in the moment he felt relieved after making this decision, a strange image also appeared in the mind of the monk Huiming.

It was a slouching figure, sitting awkwardly on a meditation cushion in the meditation hall.

He casually waved his hand and said jokingly, "What's wrong with my stubbornness?"

"My ego keeps me alive, makes me remember the people I should remember, and pushes me further and further down the path of becoming a better bastard..."

"I'll keep this thing."

The monk Huiming could not see the man's face clearly.

Yet, what he said felt familiar.

Finally, a smile appeared on the face of the monk Huiming.

He whispered to Du Nie:

"If this humble monk attains Buddhahood, who will remain to rebuild the Compassion Temple? Who will care for Wusheng as he grows up? Who will travel the world to deliver all sentient beings from suffering?"

"At this moment, this humble monk does not wish to attain Buddhahood in the Pure Land; he only wishes to remain in the mortal world as a human being."

"Humans are inherently supposed to have a sense of self."

"Amitabha……"

He felt calm as he recited this phrase.

The moment the words fell, the black threads on the little black Buddha's body melted away like snow, revealing Du Nie's battered body.

He collapsed to the ground, his face contorted with fear, trying to escape, only to find himself unable to move.

Under the light from the players' lamps, the shadow of the monk Huiming was stretched very long, and Du Nie stopped on his shadow.

The next second, the floor tiles beneath Du Nie's feet seemed to turn into a swamp, and he began to slowly sink and sank.

Or rather, it's more like being gradually swallowed up by the shadow of the monk Huiming.

"Huiming! Do you think you'll get away with this?! You'll be tormented by me for the rest of your life! You'll die a horrible death!"

Du Nie's roar gradually faded into the shadows.

The monk Huiming simply said, "That means I will have someone to talk about Buddhism with for the rest of my life. I am extremely grateful for that."

After saying that, the power of his will surged suddenly.

For a moment, the sense of oppression far exceeded that that the little black Buddha had brought to everyone.

While devouring Du Ye, Monk Huiming naturally also absorbed all the powerful vows that Du Ye had used to create the other party.

This was clearly a bizarre scene, yet no one felt afraid.

Wusheng sat cross-legged and began chanting the Rebirth Mantra.

He was performing a ritual to help those who have committed sins to be saved.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

This suffocating battle is finally over.

That little black Buddha, who was supposed to be impossible to break through, is about to break everyone's defenses.

At the same time, the gloom in their hearts did not dissipate.

As Du Nie said, if Master Huiming is no longer able to eliminate his ego, then how should he deal with Du Ye?

How can we possibly win the non-existent contest that the other shore flower spoke of?

Their gazes slowly turned to Wu Xiaoyou, who had not yet retracted her six wings.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she slowly took out the red candle, which had been chewed into a strange shape, from her pocket.

As he bent down to pick up the Xiaochuan Sword that had fallen to the ground and put it into his backpack, he also took out a lighter.

chap——

The red candle was lit.

The orange flames flickered and rose, appearing so faint under the beams of the flashlights.

Wu Xiaoyou gently raised her hand and touched her crown, feeling the [Fragment of the Past] that was vaguely in front of her.

"I hope we have good chemistry."

"I don't know why, but I don't feel any psychological burden about possibly killing you right now."

"This kind of trust is so strange..."

She took a deep breath and made her final decision.

She drew upon the power of that fragment of the past, unleashing a tremendous force of destruction and annihilation before it.

Although the others around them couldn't see anything, they felt a strange sense of crisis warning them.

Do not go to that spot in front of Wu Xiaoyou now!
In an instant, the destruction caused by the fragments even caused the space to appear slightly distorted, like the strange blurriness of looking up at a raging fire.

The candlelight of the red candle seemed to become unusually subtle.

boom! boom! boom!
Suddenly, the flashlights everyone was holding started making short-circuit noises, causing the bulbs to explode, and the light went out instantly.

Only the orange candlelight illuminated the underground Buddhist kingdom.

At that moment, everyone saw it clearly.

A long, thin shadow appeared on the ground in the candlelight.

Everyone was 100% certain that this was not the shadow of any of them.

It was as if an unseen person was standing right in front of them, and they were being perceived.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The sound of a heartbeat rose like a drumbeat, growing clearer and clearer, while the flame of the red candle shot higher and higher.

Until a blurry human figure appeared before the candlelight, stepping on that slender shadow.

As the light gradually fills the outline, it's as if a child is coloring the inside of the outline.

His body and face became increasingly clear.

In the process of dying and being resurrected, the immortality removes the curse from the body, and the forgotten person returns to the world.

His playful yet slightly mischievous smile was gradually awakening everyone's memories.

Those are memories of this deceased person.

"Hey, good evening, everyone."

"Your savior, the mastermind behind the destruction of the Compassion Temple, the warrior who challenges the Buddha of all beings, the architect of conspiracy theories..."

"Although there might not be enough room for all of us, I still want to say—"

"I'm back!"

He continued with his usual cheesy remarks, accompanied by his flamboyant, thunderous pose.

As everyone felt a sense of familiarity, they couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion—

No matter how many times I see him, he still seems so annoying!

boom!
Just as everyone recalled Wu's death, a deafening sound erupted in the square.

The commotion was so great, it was like an earthquake; everyone almost lost their footing and fell to the ground.

Looking up suddenly, I was shocked to find—

The enormous, awe-inspiring black Buddha has come to life!

A majestic chant resounded throughout the underground Buddhist kingdom.

You lost!

Everyone here will pay the price for your arrogance!

"I am also about to achieve fulfillment!"

From the moment the monk Huiming swallowed Du Nie, when he acknowledged that his ego would forever remain in his heart.

This means that Wu Wang and Du Ye's bet has completely failed.

However, faced with such an unusual change.

Wu Wang's sly smile remained unchanged. Instead, he took out an elemental gun from his backpack, picked up a red candle used for lighting from the ground, and scratched his head, saying:
"Who are you trying to scare with all that shouting?"

"I'm holding incense in my left hand and a gun in my right. I'll offer incense when it's time to offer incense and fire my gun when it's time to fire. What are you afraid of, you demons and monsters?"

"Besides... who said I was playing this game to win?"

Wu Wang's gaze became mysterious, revealing a depth that no one could understand.

He first glanced at Wu Xiaoyou, whose eyes were brimming with tears, and then looked at the monk Huiming, who was protecting Wusheng behind him.

He grinned and said:
"My goal has been achieved."

"Du Ye, I've found a way to kill you."

"Now, it's my turn!" (End of Chapter)