Shrouding the Heavens: Various Timelines Revealed, Ye Fan Achieves Immortality Through Nine Incarnat

Chapter 40 The Victorious Fighting Buddha Transforms into a Path, Ye Fan's Relatives and Friends Die.

Amidst the flowing celestial light, the two figures gradually became transparent, eventually dissipating together into the celestial sea of ​​clouds, leaving only a faint trace of Daoist charm, telling a story of friendship and steadfast commitment that transcends time.

The young Victorious Fighting Buddha of the Fighting Saint Emperor era gazed at his own figure calmly transforming into the Dao in the sky. There was no sorrow, but rather a relieved smile on his lips. He murmured softly, "This ending is quite good. It's just that I've wronged Princess Divine Silkworm to accompany me to the Dao."

The Fighting Saint Emperor stood to one side, looking at his younger brother with eyes full of approval and understanding.

He knew all too well the deeper meaning behind his brother's smile in the sky. It wasn't resentment or regret, but rather that he had followed his own path and stayed true to himself. Even in his final moments, he had no regrets.

"You're quite insightful."

The Fighting Saint Emperor chuckled, his tone tinged with satisfaction, "It seems that in later generations, with the nourishment of other emperors' great paths, the ferocity in you has finally been smoothed out, giving you a more peaceful demeanor."

The young Victorious Fighting Buddha picked up the Holy Prince, who was already sobbing uncontrollably, and gently patted his back to comfort him, his eyes full of tenderness. Then he looked up at the sky, his eyes full of curiosity.

"I'm also curious about what kind of great path could make someone as warlike as me become so peaceful and composed in the future, willing to return to a simple life and gracefully end my days."

It should be noted that both he and the current Martial Saint Emperor were decisive and unruly throughout their lives, and had never been associated with words like "compassion" or "peace." Their transformation in later generations is truly perplexing.

In the same time and space, deep within the Divine Silkworm Ridge, the young Divine Silkworm Princess stood quietly, gazing at her own figure in the sky as she followed the Old Saint Buddha to attain enlightenment, remaining silent for a long time.

Seeing her solemn expression, the tribesmen nearby assumed she was dissatisfied with the future outcome and cautiously asked, "Princess, given this situation, should we—still form a marriage alliance with the Fighting Saint Emperor's lineage?"

Princess Shencan slowly regained her senses, a gentle yet resolute smile playing on her lips, her beauty breathtaking and stunning: "Let's get married, why not?"

She looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with unwavering certainty: "The future me was willing to accompany him to the afterlife without the slightest regret; how much more so the present me? To be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him is the greatest blessing of my life, so what is there to fear?"

The Pure Land of Amitabha Buddha was filled with the sounds of chanting and golden light. Amitabha Buddha, draped in a kasaya, stood on a lotus platform, his eyes filled with compassion as he gazed at the figures of the Victorious Fighting Buddha and the Divine Silkworm Princess as they transformed into the Dao in the sky. His voice was like a great bell, resounding throughout the Pure Land.

"Congratulations to the Buddha of future generations for attaining perfect enlightenment, returning to the path with composure, and living up to the great Dao."

Beside him, the young Sariputra, dressed in plain monk's robes, had clear eyes and brows. Although he possessed wisdom, he still seemed somewhat naive.

"Master, why did you say 'Congratulations' when the Victorious Fighting Buddha transformed into a Daoist?"

"Even though he attained enlightenment through this path, without achieving the supreme fruition, can it still be considered perfect?"

Amitabha Buddha slowly opened his eyes, his gaze devoid of sorrow or joy, filled only with compassion and clarity.

"Do you know that the Buddha's teachings have no fixed form, and perfection has no fixed shape? The Victorious Fighting Buddha spent the first half of his life fighting, yet he never lost his original heart."

"Protect our people, uphold morality, fight against darkness, resist forbidden zones, and never lose our true selves!"

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the figure of the Victorious Fighting Buddha reappeared in mid-air, displaying both the fierce courage of fighting on the battlefield and the serene relief of attaining enlightenment.

"Buddhism emphasizes enlightenment of the heart rather than form. He practiced his own path and guarded the goodness in his heart, which is to attain the Great Way. Congratulations."

Sariputra understood and put his hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha! Your disciple is fixated on this!"

Within the various forbidden zones of life in Ye Fan's space-time, the divine thoughts of the Supreme Beings intertwined, discussing the end of the Victorious Fighting Buddha, their tones complex and difficult to discern.

In the Primordial Ancient Mine, the Myriad Dragon Emperor let out a long sigh, his tone carrying a hint of the vicissitudes of time: "This monkey, in the end, has still transformed into the Dao. Time is merciless; even a peerless genius cannot escape the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death."

"Hmph, even in death they can't rest in peace!"

Deep within the Immortal Tomb, a chilling divine thought resounded, filled with discontent and resentment: "Refusing the Holy Body's precious blood to prolong their lives, and then subtly mocking us—they are utterly ignorant of their own limitations!"

Inside the Undying Mountain, the Stone Emperor spoke in a cold tone, tinged with schadenfreude, each word piercing the heart.

"That's good. It's just the beginning. In the future, Ye Fan's friends and family will fall behind him one by one and leave him."

"Let him taste the bitterness we felt when we watched our dearest loved ones perish and stood alone at the pinnacle of history!"

The other supreme figures in the restricted area remained silent, some echoing the sentiment, others sighing in dismay.

The celestial curtain continued to swirl, and a sorrowful atmosphere permeated all the heavens.

Gu Tianshu arrived in the Heavenly Court and soon after passed away peacefully. An ancient tombstone quietly rose up next to the tombstone of the Victorious Fighting Buddha, the two facing each other, telling the story of countless ages.

What followed was even more heartbreaking news: the two elders, Wei Yi and Qi Luo, who had once protected Ye Fan, had also passed away peacefully after their lifespans had run out.

Ye Fan, who had fought his entire life and never bowed his head, could no longer suppress the grief and helplessness in his heart.

He charged alone toward the heavens, his grief-stricken roar shaking the universe. Half the cosmos trembled violently, and all the cultivators in the heavens were horrified, sensing the resentment hidden within his roar.

His combat prowess is unparalleled throughout history; he can overpower the supreme beings, flatten forbidden zones, reverse the course of events, and quell the darkness. Yet, faced with the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, and the departure of those around him one by one, he ultimately appears powerless.

Even with unparalleled divine body and boundless Dao, there will eventually come a time when one is helpless and cannot hold onto the figure of one's dearest loved ones.

After the grief comes an extreme obsession.

In order to seek the secret to immortality and to escape the pain of separation and death, Ye Fan resolutely turned around and went alone to the desolate ancient forbidden zone.

He wanted to visit that proud and powerful empress, to seek the secret to immortality, and to find a way to keep those around him.

Beneath the celestial canopy, all the heavens and time were silent, and all living beings were shocked by Ye Fan's heart-wrenching grief.

This was the first time they had ever seen Ye Fan, who had once dominated the supreme beings, display such a sorrowful expression.

"Even someone as powerful as Emperor Ye couldn't withstand the pain of losing those around him one after another?"

"Even he had moments of helplessness. The great path leads to heaven, but it cannot stop birth, aging, sickness, and death, nor can it stop the pain of separation."

"Only now do I understand why those supreme beings of forbidden zones have retreated into darkness and become indifferent to worldly affairs. They have probably suffered the same kind of profound loss as Ye Fan, and their hearts have long been worn cold by the years and soaked with grief."

In the forbidden zones of life across different time periods, the divine thoughts of the supreme beings intertwined, their tones complex, sometimes gloating, sometimes empathetic.

The Stone Emperor of Undying Mountain's chilling voice resounded throughout the heavens: "This is the feeling! You wretched brat, now you finally understand the pain I felt back then!"

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