Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 484 Amitabha Buddha's Incarnation
It could actually disintegrate his great Bodhisattva image and golden body?!

Even a great master might not be able to achieve such a clean and efficient erosion.

Sanzang frowned deeply, carefully observing the Eight Views Clouds that were disintegrating his own Dharma Body. Then, his expression shifted slightly, as if he had remembered something.

At that moment, Xu Yunfan gave a low shout.

"Break for me!"

Xu Yunfan, seizing the advantage, pressed his advantage, suppressing the churning in his internal organs, and let out a low growl.

Driven by his thoughts, the Eight Views Clouds burst forth with their final, dazzling brilliance.

Boom, boom! ! !

The immeasurable light, towering three zhang high, majestic and comparable to the power of a Great Immortal, illuminated the golden body of the guardian deity of the ten directions and eight classes of the world. It was as if billions of explosives were placed inside, or as if billions of invisible venomous snakes were gnawing and destroying it from the inside. Under the final impact of the eight scenic clouds, it finally let out a deafening cry, shattered inch by inch, and turned into a sky full of collapsing golden light rain, disintegrating with a crash.

The immense power of the Buddha went completely out of control, creating a terrifying explosive shockwave that plowed open a huge crater in the ground once again.

Smoke and dust filled the air, the Buddha's light dissipated, and only the figure of Sanzang, his face as pale as paper, remained in the spot.

Where is even a trace of the composure and detachment from before?

His aura was extremely weak, his robe was stained with blood, and his body was swaying precariously. Clearly, the destruction of his golden body had caused him unimaginable damage.

He stared intently at Xu Yunfan, his eyes devoid of pity, filled only with overwhelming rage, disbelief, and a deeply hidden fear.

He simply couldn't understand how a cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, even if he had cultivated the True Martial Subduing Magic Form, could wield such power that was enough to backfire on and melt his Great Arhat-level Golden Body Buddha Power.

However, just as Sanzang's mind was shaken, his essence was damaged, and his momentum plummeted, his expression instantly calmed down.

The immense power of the Buddha went completely out of control, creating a terrifying explosive shockwave that plowed open a huge crater in the ground once again.

Smoke and dust filled the air, the Buddha's light dissipated, and only the figure of Sanzang, his face as pale as paper, remained in the spot.

Where is even a trace of the composure and detachment from before?

His aura was extremely weak, his robe was stained with blood, and his body was swaying precariously. Clearly, the destruction of his golden body had caused him unimaginable damage.

He stared intently at Xu Yunfan, his eyes devoid of pity, filled only with overwhelming rage, disbelief, and a deeply hidden fear.

He simply couldn't understand how a cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, even if he had cultivated the True Martial Subduing Magic Form, could wield such power that was enough to backfire on and melt his Great Arhat-level Golden Body Buddha Power.

However, just as Sanzang's mind was shaken, his essence was damaged, and his momentum plummeted, his expression instantly calmed down.

That wasn't the listlessness and calm that follows injury, but rather a kind of...

It was as if there was absolute stillness at the eye of a storm.

The surging anger and fear in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by an indescribable clarity, as if the emptiness and indifference accumulated over millions of years had settled.

Alarm bells rang in Xu Yunfan's mind.

This calm was more unsettling than any roar; a sense of crisis emanating from the depths of one's blood was issuing a frantic warning, and the martial arts intuition belonging to a warrior was surging straight to the head.

The next second, something unexpected happened.

The faint, almost extinguished Buddhist light emanating from Sanzang suddenly flared up again without warning.

But this time, the nature of the light was completely different.

It is no longer a bright yellow gold, but a pure, gentle, and eternally warm crystal light.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a great power that penetrated the soul and soothed all things.

It gently rippled outwards, silently smoothing over the remaining energy storms that ravaged the battlefield, and soothing the jagged ravines and scorch marks on the earth.

The space around them, which had been distorted and fluctuated due to the fierce battle, seemed to be gently smoothed out by an invisible giant hand, returning to stability and tranquility.

The wind stopped, the dust settled, and even the shattered rocks seemed to cease their tumbling. An unprecedented, vast, profound, all-encompassing, compassionate, and awe-inspiring aura, like a giant awakening from an ancient slumber, slowly spread and filled the heavens and earth.

Xu Yunfan's pupils suddenly shrank.

He suddenly looked up and looked behind Sanzang.

There, it was not a manifestation of a great Dharma form.

But...

A perfectly clear phantom image seemed to be projected from an endless, distant shore.

It was a figure sitting cross-legged in the void.

His face was serene and peaceful, his eyes were lowered, but the corners of his mouth held a compassionate smile that understood the suffering of all beings.

Its form was neither male nor female, neither old nor young, seemingly right before one's eyes, yet also as if separated by an infinite world.

He wore a simple monk's robe, yet he exuded an aura more solemn than any emperor's crown.

With his hands forming an extremely simple meditation mudra, his fingertips seemed to be drawing upon the threads of all the causes and conditions in the world.

Behind Him, there was no halo of Buddha, no guardian dragons, only a circle of pure and clean light, seemingly capable of containing the boundless starry sea and purifying all afflictions.

This phantom was not tall, yet it seemed as if the entire world was contained within its embrace, and all things were born, died, and reincarnated in its lowered gaze.

An indescribable pressure descended. This pressure did not stem from overwhelming strength, but from a superior level and an absolute sublimity in status.

Amitabha Buddha remains in this world!

Xu Yunfan's soul trembled violently.

In an instant, fragmented records of the highest Buddha in Buddhist legend flashed through his mind, and those descriptions perfectly matched the boundless compassion, immeasurable tolerance, and eternal sense of the past, present, and future emanating from the phantom before him.

This is not a Dharma form; it exists on a higher level...

The projection descended and was transformed.

Having borrowed the damaged body and positional passage of Sanzang, I briefly stayed here. Perhaps the Pure Land Master did not care and only cast a wisp of thought upon me.

The tranquility before us is precisely the absolute control exerted by this being the moment it descends.

What the hell? I was just going out for a short trip, so why did I attract the attention of the Buddha Master Tathagata of the Pure Land of Bodhi and Zen, who actually enlightened the Tripitaka on the spot and transformed into the incarnation of Amitabha Buddha?

The only saving grace was that the other party was merely enlightened. Although their aura was magnificent and imposing, with boundless light illuminating all directions, they ultimately did not surpass the Foundation Establishment level.

However, his strength and realm have definitely reached the limit that the Foundation Establishment stage can achieve.

Xu Yunfan's expression was extremely solemn. His mind raced as he hesitated about whether he should switch places with his soul.

That person is so damn despicable and shameless.

It's basically the final boss standing in the starting village, blocking the entrance and slaughtering everyone.

It's the kind of thing where I don't even want to act anymore.

The eight scenic clouds surrounding him were still instinctively evolving and flowing, colorful and unpredictable, containing the power of refining and creating.

However, at this moment, the power that refines and melts all things appears incredibly sluggish and insignificant before the pure and pristine boundless glazed light.

It was as if surging waves had crashed into the boat on the other shore that carried heaven and earth, yet not a ripple could be stirred.

The clouds continued to swirl, transforming into a sky full of magnificent colorful clouds, yet they couldn't touch the illusory figure in the slightest, let alone cause it any harm.

The True Martial Dao Foundation behind him was temporarily concealed, having been replaced by the Xuan Du Eight Scenes Refining Heaven Creation Cloud Book.

(End of this chapter)