Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 487 Sword Rise and Sword Fall
Its appearance seemed to freeze time and space for a moment.

This sword light was both vast like a surging sea of ​​stars and condensed like a needle capable of piercing the sky.

It disregarded distance; the moment it was born, its unparalleled sharpness stretched across the heavens.

The target was the crystal Buddha's palm, manifested by the supreme will of Buddhism, which was about to seize Xu Yunfan.

Wherever the sword flashes.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was no annihilation of energy in the raging tide.

Only silence...

"laugh."

It felt as if a scorching hot iron had been pressed into soft, accumulated snow, or as if a paper cutter had sliced ​​through the thinnest silk.

The glazed Buddha palm, imbued with supreme Buddhist power, capable of capturing stars and seizing the moon, and suppressing the heavens, along with the countless causal threads entangled on it, the boundless purifying aura, and the faintly visible seated phantom behind the palm, were all cleaved in two by the sword light slashing down from the peak of the sword mountain without even a ripple or a hindrance.

Clean! Neat! Thorough!

The sliced ​​glass Buddha palm froze for a moment, then transformed into countless pure glass light spots, like fireflies scattered by the wind, silently disappearing into the world.

The phantom also shook violently, like a picture with an unstable signal. The trace of anger and indifference of impending success on its face was completely replaced by an indescribable horror.

Truly terrifying!
Unbelievable, incomprehensible horror.

Instantly, the ethereal eyes of that imposing figure were filled.

That was by no means fear of power.

Instead, it was as if I were seeing something that shouldn't exist in this world, shouldn't be here or now, something that overturned my understanding, something absolute...

impossible.

The sword light did not stop. After slaying the Glass Buddha Palm, its momentum remained undiminished. It stretched across the heaven and earth like an unparalleled sword curtain that separated light and darkness and isolated life and death. It hovered there quietly, and the tip of the sword pointed at the phantom of "Sanzang" whose face was still filled with shock.

The cold, pure sword intent silently locked onto him.

As if questioning, or perhaps declaring, this is the Sword Domain; those who cross the line…

cut!
The small black figure, Xu Yunfan, who had been saved by the sword light, was overwhelmed by the terrifying aftershocks of the sword intent. His vision went black, and like a kite with a broken string, he fell straight down towards the wide bluestone plaza at the Wancheng Sword Sect's mountain gate.

That supreme sword curtain that stretched across the heavens and earth, with its cold and pure sword intent as deep as the ocean, merely hovered before the phantom of "Sanzang," already brought a terrifying pressure that was enough to freeze the soul and sever the cycle of cause and effect.

The scene of the sword light annihilating the glass Buddha palm was not a crushing defeat of power, but rather an absolute overriding and denial of some established law.

In the vast and ethereal eyes of Amitabha Buddha's earthly incarnation, the lingering shock had not yet faded, yet he already sensed the foundation of his own existence.

That pure, luminous light and boundless Buddhist aura, created by the will of the supreme Buddha.

Amidst the deathly stillness and cutting intent brought by that sword light, it emitted a silent lament and disintegrated.

"Buzz!"

The seated phantom trembled violently, like a glass mirror with countless fine cracks appearing on its surface after a boulder has been thrown in.

For the first time, the pain and disbelief of the true nature of "Tripitaka" were clearly revealed on that face with lowered eyes and compassion for all living beings.

A faint, almost broken thought of "World Honored One, Tathagata" attempted to communicate with the Western Buddhist Kingdom, seeking a response or assistance from that supreme being.

However, the response to Him was absolute silence.

It was as if the sword curtain that stretched in front of them not only severed the glass Buddha's palm, but also severed an invisible causal connection that spanned infinite time and space.

The Pure Land of Bodhi seemed to be isolated behind an invisible barrier.

Sanzang's heart—no, the core of his will that was currently occupying this projected avatar—suddenly sank.

It wasn't that the Buddha abandoned him, but rather...

Southern Continent, Wancheng Sword Sect!
That being who sat atop Sword Peak and unleashed such an astonishing sword strike...

His power and status are far beyond those of ordinary true lords.

And this mountain gate is the territory of the Wancheng Sword Sect!

At this moment, the person who is currently in charge of the Wancheng Sword Sect is cultivating in seclusion on Sword Peak and guarding this place.

Pure Yang True Lord!

The Wancheng Sword Sect is not just a famous and righteous sect leader. Behind it is an unparalleled lineage that can make even the gods and immortals of the Nine Heavens take notice, an unparalleled lineage with a Dao Lord!
The Wancheng Sword Sect also has a Dao Master.

The will of Amitabha Buddha's incarnation instantly became clear, and Pure Yang True Lord intervened, destroying His attack projection with such an unquestionable and resolute attitude that it was almost like "eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path." This was a clear manifestation of his will.

This place will not tolerate any impudence by Buddhist monks.

The fact that He was able to leave this wisp of projected Dharma body undestroyed on the spot, only turning it into specks of light and dissipating instead of being completely annihilated, is already the greatest tolerance and leniency shown by Pure Yang True Lord out of consideration for the immeasurable face of the World Honored One Tathagata.

Engaging in this is futile. Forcing it will not only cause this costly and consecrated Amitabha Buddha's incarnation to vanish completely, but may also trigger an unpredictable and earth-shattering upheaval between the Bodhi Pure Land and the Wancheng Sword Sect.

"Amitabha Buddha... Well done, well done..."

A grand Buddhist chant, filled with utter helplessness, frustration, and a lingering fear, mingled with the soft sound of shattering glass, resounded through the sky, yet sounded utterly pale.

The next moment, the cracked phantom, like snow melting completely in the sunlight, suddenly collapsed and exploded.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only fragments of light, as pure as glass yet containing endless Buddhist essence, like fireflies in the wind, quickly dimmed and decomposed, eventually transforming into countless barely perceptible golden rays of Buddhist light that shot off towards the distant western sky, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Only the figure of the Tripitaka monk, staggering backward and spitting out a mouthful of golden blood, remained on the spot.

His face was as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, making it extremely difficult for him to even maintain his levitation.

The tattered robe was mostly soaked in his own golden blood, sticky and cold.

The compassion and detachment in his eyes had long since vanished, leaving only a deep-seated fear, an incredulous bewilderment, and an indescribable sense of shame.

He struggled to look up at the sky atop Wancheng Sword Peak, now shrouded in chaotic clouds once more. Deep in his eyes lay resentment and bitterness, but these ultimately transformed into profound apprehension and helplessness.

I really didn't expect that Pure Yang True Lord would actually take action for a demonic cultivator, and once he did, even Amitabha Buddha's incarnation couldn't stop him.

He was certain that this sword intent was not excessive in the slightest; it was merely being dealt with at the level of a Foundation Establishment Perfection Great True Person. Even so, it was still difficult for him to withstand a single sword strike.

He clung to the last vestiges of his Buddhist power, not daring to utter any harsh words, nor daring to try to summon the World-Honored One again, because he knew he had messed things up. It was fortunate that the World-Honored One had never descended to earth in his true form, otherwise he would have surely been blasted to ashes.

(End of this chapter)