Journey to the West: Please Call Me the White Bone Demon

Zhunti's voice pressed down from all directions, and the massive sound waves, like the striking of a heavenly bell, enveloped the entire city of Yingdu. The roof tiles on the eaves bounced one after another, as if being repeatedly manipulated by an invisible hand.

However, he did not act immediately.

His eyes looked down from the depths of the sky, filled with overwhelming anger, but he suppressed it in his eyes.

The sages who had cultivated themselves over countless eons displayed an almost cruel calmness at this moment.

He understood everything the moment he stepped into the Three Realms.

The sage's divine sense spread out and swept across the entire Xiniu Hezhou in the blink of an eye. The traces of magical power left above the ruins of Lingshan, the aura left by the departing monks, the location where Bodhi Patriarch disappeared, and even the figure of the young man standing side by side with Tathagata in the depths of the formation in Yingdu City of Chu Kingdom were all clearly seen by him.

He had pieced together a complete picture of the whole story in his mind, with no detail missing.

"The Intercepting Sect".

Zhunti's voice descended from the high heavens: "Buddha... no, Duobao, you did this for the sake of the Jie Sect."

The Buddha stood motionless on the steps, looking up at the azure figure in the sky: "The Sage is right. I originally cultivated in the Jie Sect and became a disciple of my master. After being defeated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, I was converted into a Buddha by the Sage Taiqing and became the World Honored One on the lotus throne of Mount Ling."

"The Western Sect swallowed the remnants of the Jie Sect to build Buddhism, establishing its foundation on the corpses of the Jie Sect's myriad immortals. Now, the Sage asks me why I want to destroy your lineage. Then this humble Daoist would also like to ask the Sage, when the Jie Sect was destroyed, did you ever consider that the sect was also the result of someone else's hard work?"

He had kept these words to himself for so many years, and now he finally said them in person.

Zhunti did not immediately get angry upon hearing this.

He remained silent for a moment. The illusory image of the Buddha's palm, which blotted out the sky, stopped in mid-air and did not fall down. The Sanskrit inscription in the palm flickered, like a lamp that was being blown by the wind.

He slowly turned his gaze, shifting it from Tathagata to Yun Zhao beside him.

He couldn't discern this man's background, so he asked in a deep voice, "And you? What is your background? A remnant of the Jie Sect? A disciple of the Chan Sect?"

Yun Zhao met the sage's gaze and said with a faint smile, "Why should a sage be angry?"

"The Buddhist path has gone astray, and I merely helped to straighten it out. Mount Ling is gone, but isn't there a new Buddhist sect? They are still Buddhas, still spreading the Dharma. Does the sage want to save all sentient beings, or simply want that signboard with the words 'Western Religion' written on it?"

When these words were spoken, even Guanyin, who was standing to the side, gasped almost imperceptibly.

This isn't an answer; it's clearly an attempt to destroy someone's spirit.

The temperature in Zhunti's eyes turned cold in an instant.

A bone-chilling cold.

It was so cold that even the surging golden lotuses in the sky froze for a moment; so cold that the auspicious clouds that covered the sky suddenly faded from their brilliant colors to leaden gray; so cold that the oppressive aura of the sage between heaven and earth changed from suppression to strangulation.

He didn't say another word, but slowly raised his right hand, extended one index finger, and gently pointed downwards.

The point fell silently, without even a whooshing sound, yet the void collapsed in the direction the fingertip pointed.

A thin, bright golden beam of light shot out from Zhunti's fingertip. The beam was only as thick as a thumb, but wherever it passed, the sky collapsed as if it had been pierced by a red-hot iron rod, creating a black hole the size of a fist. The crack in the black hole burst outwards from the center, and spiderweb-like spatial cracks spread across the blue sky for countless miles.

The beam of light was not aimed at Tathagata, nor at Yun Zhao.

It descended straight down into the central urban area of ​​Yingdu City.

"He wants to destroy the entire State of Chu!"

When Manjushri Bodhisattva's figure emerged from the side hall of the New Thunderclap Temple, his expression had already changed. He formed a hand seal, and a white light curtain unfolded from his palms, heading towards the pillar of light.

Almost simultaneously, Samantabhadra emerged from the other side, his golden Buddha light surging like a tide, condensing into a Dharma image in mid-air to block the pillar of light.

Guanyin was faster than them.

Her pure white figure appeared three thousand miles above Yingdu City while the pillar of light was still in mid-air. The pure bottle in her hand overturned, and a crystal-clear water curtain surged out of the bottle, transforming into a long river that stretched between heaven and earth. Every drop of water in that river was imbued with the magical power of a quasi-saint.

Zhunti's finger landed on the vast water curtain.

There was no earth-shattering collision sound, only a very light and crisp "pop".

It felt like a needle pricked a blister.

Guanyin's face turned pale at that moment. The jade bottle flew out of her hand, spinning and crashing to the ground. She was struck in the chest as if by a giant hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood and flying tens of thousands of feet away. Her entire body was cracked and she was seriously injured.

The water curtain shattered.

Manjushri's white light connected with the gap left by the collapse of the water curtain. The moment the light curtain touched the golden pillar of light, it emitted a piercing cracking sound. Manjushri's body trembled violently, the hand seals he had formed collapsed on the spot, blood gushed from his tiger's mouth, and he was pushed backward by the impact, his feet carving two deep gashes in the void.

Samantabhadra's image stretched out his hands to grab the pillar of light, and instantly dense cracks appeared on its surface, like the cracks that spread from the inside out after a porcelain vase is hit by a heavy object.

Samantabhadra let out a muffled groan, and in the next instant, his Dharma form collapsed into countless fragments, with golden light flakes falling like a golden rain.

Three quasi-saints, three obstacles, couldn't even withstand a single breath before that thumb-thick golden pillar of light.

Guanyin fell onto a rooftop, her white robes stained with blood, and her hands were still trembling as she struggled to her feet.

Manjushri knelt on one knee in the void, his arms hanging at his sides, blood dripping from his fingertips. Samantabhadra staggered back several steps, his golden body dimmed to the point of being almost invisible, a trail of blood winding down from the corner of his mouth.

The golden beam of light was reduced by about 30% by the combined efforts of the three, while the remaining 70% still fell straight down towards Yingdu City.

The Buddha moved.

He stepped into the sky, and in that instant, his gray monk's robe lost all its usual color, replaced by a golden kasaya that covered the sky. The Buddha's light on the kasaya surged like the blazing sun, enveloping the entire city of Yingdu in a golden glow.

He clasped his hands together and then suddenly separated them, forming a huge golden wheel between his palms. The golden wheel spun to meet the golden pillar of light, and its surface was covered with dense Sanskrit characters, each of which was burning.

The moment the golden wheel collided with the pillar of light, the entire land of the Chu Kingdom suddenly sank.

The city's protective array shattered into countless sparks upon impact, and the magical copper wires on the city walls exploded in patches.

Some of the city's residents were knocked to the ground by the shock, while others covered their ears and curled up and lay down.

The enormous golden Buddha wheel was slowly retreating and cracking before Zhunti's pointing light.

The veins on the Buddha's arms bulged, and dense golden lines appeared on the skin beneath his robe, the marks of his exploitation of the Buddha's original spiritual power.

He gritted his teeth and pushed forward with his palm again. At the last moment before the golden wheel shattered, it burst forth with a final burst of light, reducing the power of the pillar of light by another 20%.

However, Tathagata himself was also knocked back by the force of the impact, and his body plummeted from the sky. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a dark golden blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His chest heaved violently, but his eyes remained fixed on the sky.

The golden beam of light, still possessing half its power, had already descended to a height of three hundred feet above the city of Yingdu.

Zhunti withdrew his finger high in the sky, looked down at the mess below, and said in a calm voice, revealing no emotion, only the calmness of stating a fact: "Below the sage, all are ants."

Even if you all combine your efforts, it won't be enough.