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So he waded across the river, walked to a lush Bodhi tree on Mount Gaya, sat down in meditation, and vowed, "If I do not attain enlightenment, I will not rise from this seat."

After forty-nine days of meditation and contemplation, the Buddha finally attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree when he saw the morning star.

So what exactly was the Tao that Shakyamuni Buddha realized?

What was it that he sensed?

Is it the Buddhist scripture that he passed down to later generations?

Is it his version of Buddhism that has been altered countless times by his disciples and followers?

Is this life all in vain, and is the pursuit of the next life the ultimate goal?

Is it about laying down the butcher's knife and instantly becoming a Buddha?

No, none of those are true.

Oga wasn't a Buddhist; the second thing he hated most in his life was charlatans. Ironically, however, Oga was probably the person in the world closest to that moment when he felt like Buddha.

Because Oga, in a moment of profound enlightenment, realized what the Buddha, who attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, was thinking at that very moment.

It is life

At that moment, Shakyamuni probably thought of his homeland, Shakyamuni, of the eagle he fed with his own flesh, and of the prince of King Gandhari who sacrificed himself to feed a tiger.

What was he thinking of? Was it the Buddhist doctrines as interpreted by later generations? Was it the emptiness of all things? Was it the relinquishment of greed, anger, and ignorance?

No, at that moment, Shakyamuni was thinking about the weight of life.

Just as he spent six years in seclusion in the forest without any results, he washed away the dust from his body, accepted the milk porridge of the shepherdess, and finally attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree in order to survive.

What he realized was the enduring weight of life. It was the feeling of existence, the feeling of being alive.

At this moment, what Oga could feel was what the Buddha Shakyamuni had felt in the past.

When Oga raises one hand, eliminating all domineering and mental constraints, and emptying his mind of everything, what he senses is life that permeates the entire planet.

Those tiny creatures rising from the ocean beneath the thick ice, those undeveloped civilizations, some even just microorganisms.

Oga sensed their presence.

Perhaps they have no wisdom, but even without wisdom, a life on the verge of death will still struggle with all its desires to survive.

I don't want to die, I want to live, I want to prolong my life!

Every life has this desire; the value of life is both worthless and priceless, and for oneself, life cannot be measured.

Only in the moment of impending death does life truly shine. Only in the instant of death does the understanding of life become so clear.

Yes, Oga had sensed the path of Zen. He had reached the state of enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, the state of the Buddha who attained enlightenment in an instant.

But Oga is not a Buddha, nor is he destined to become one. The weight of life for him only fuels his pursuit of life!

Unleash even greater power! Strike out—

Let your own fists grow!!

"Limitless Zen Shaking!!"

Oga roared and threw a punch, and in that instant, as if a miracle had occurred, his severed arm grew back in an instant!

Without using any cell regeneration, it was as if time had been reversed, allowing his body to reappear!

This sudden turn of events caught even Hell off guard.

The next moment, Oga's fists struck!

With a single punch, he shattered the hellish sword that had locked him in place!

One punch, a direct confrontation with the God of War's military killing fist!

"ah!!"

A sudden burst of immense power, a technique that defies common sense and the perception of one's nemesis.

Oga's Limitless Shaking Zen even surprised Hell!

The God of War's Military Path Killing Fist clashed head-on with the Limitless Tremor Zen, but was sent flying backward by the powerful force! As for Oga, although he also took several steps back, his appearance undoubtedly proved that this punch was even more powerful than the God of War's punch!

"Good heavens, I never expected you, Oga, to have such wisdom and develop such a move!"

The fatal blow failed, but Hell showed no anger or dejection; he simply looked at Oga and smiled happily…

"I thought you only knew the Killing Whale Fist!"

call……

Oga exhaled a long breath, the condensed breath revealing the color of life, allowing countless small creatures lingering in this frozen seabed to continue their existence.

As they spoke, Hell summoned the God of War and the Demon King once again. He understood that against Oga, who had innovated his techniques and powers, the same moves were no longer effective.

The two figures rose rapidly, quickly emerging from the sea and arriving on the last remaining frozen land on this planet.

Instead of making a move, they looked up at the sky.

It was already dusk, but on Europa, so far from the sun, the setting sun could no longer bring much light.

Like Hell and Oga, their twilight is over; they should not continue. The world no longer needs them to write each other's stories.

Watching the sunset from a place far from Earth has a unique kind of beauty.

Sunlight shines down through Europa's thin atmosphere, casting a golden glow.

They watched the sun, watching the last rays of light sink below the horizon.

They watched the sunlight fall, watched the sun disappear, watched what might be the last sunset they would ever see in their lives.

It was beautiful, a fleeting beauty.

Oga and Hell looked at each other once again.

Because they knew that this time, the battle was truly about to be decided.

The Battle of Jupiter was also the final push for Oga and Hell to enhance their own power.

They have reached the end of the path that humans can take, just like Bai Wujie—but the difference is that they are about to embark on the ultimate path of transcending the primordial spirit and thought through time, while Bai Wujie is using his own methods to prove his own progress.

But no matter what, they all arrive at the same destination by different paths.

Unlike Haihu and Guanyue Tong, Oga and Hell at this moment have already comprehended the ultimate realm of power in their battles with their nemesis.

A million horses? They could throw a punch like that right now, but what would happen afterward?

The outcome will never change.

Hell raised its head and looked at Bai Wujie, who was coldly watching them from above Jupiter. At this moment, Bai Wujie was completely devoid of his usual cynicism.

Cold, silent, sharp...

He possessed more than just the aura of a powerful being. Hell also saw the will of the so-called "great power" behind him!

Fate has been predetermined, or rather, due to the nature of Oga and Hell, the current situation has already been decided.

That so-called great power is probably just toying with the fates of these strong people.

Bai Wujie represents the will of the Great Power, but does he possess freedom? No, he is probably like Hell and Oga, knowing that his decisions are guided and manipulated by the Great Power, but... he will still continue to do them.

Because they are all doing what they are supposed to do, and that is what the Almighty wants to see, and that is the so-called "fate" that he controls.

The most terrifying fate is not that no matter how hard you try, you cannot change the outcome, but that you try your best to change yourself, yet you still submit to the birth and outcome of fate.

"Damn it, this is fucking disgusting!"

The hell that cannot be endured is to shout and curse, and what he was cursing was undoubtedly that damned, powerful figure who controlled fate.

If the opportunity arises in the future, Hell will surely deliver a Hellish sword strike to that powerful being—but if that opportunity does not come, he might settle the score with Bai Wujie.

Looking at Oga, although this unhappy, nagging woman remained silent, Hell dared to bet that he shared the same thoughts as him.

"Oga, how much longer do you need to prepare?" Hell asked calmly.

“Soon, very soon…” Oga replied calmly.

They looked less like mortal enemies locked in a fierce battle and more like two friends having a casual chat—but they were indeed fighting to the death, without a doubt.

The reason for not continuing the fight is simply that the entanglement and slaughter themselves had become meaningless.

If they continue fighting and killing, with the power of Oga and Hell, they could fight for hundreds of years without achieving any result.

Their combined power has reached its peak, their ultimate realm is perfect, and even their flow has reached a state of perfection.

A war of attrition is meaningless to them; they won't be happy if they continue fighting and killing each other in this boring way.

Moreover, Hell is not like Sea Tiger; it won't engage in pointless combat with Oga. Oga also understands this; facing Hell, he certainly won't vent his hatred for it the same way he did with Sea Tiger.

Perhaps in a different place, Hell and Oga's personalities might make a good pair of friends.

Therefore, at this moment, both Hell and Oga are preparing for a final, desperate struggle.

Strive to be at your best and push your strength to the limit—whatever the method, find ways to make yourself stronger!

Hell took a deep breath and began to recall everything from his past.

He was carefree in his youth, and his father and brothers arranged for him to study and learn in various parts of Asia. When he was fifteen, he went to Japan to study.

For Hell, those were perhaps the happiest years of his life. Without needing to contemplate hatred or hone his strength, Hell lived a life like a manga protagonist, relying solely on his handsome face and considerable intelligence.

He calmly endured the ridiculous bullying and insults, honing his abilities as a politician in hell, until he faced a fat pig who had hurt his friend, demonstrated his strength, and won the admiration of the masses.

Ha, a person who never uses force suddenly defeats a powerful opponent; that's quite the destiny of a good male protagonist.

Unfortunately, life in hell took a sharp turn for the worse from there.

Lan Daotianwu, a man who, for the sake of his ambition and ideals, is willing to cooperate with the country that once killed countless of his compatriots... to become their general, to become their leader, and to choose to slaughter anyone who does not obey him.

He tore off his father's arm, while simultaneously following his father on his journey to slaughter his father and brothers in hell.

On that very day, a hellish person who had never understood the meaning of sorrow lost his father and three brothers.

But they all faced death without complaint, just to give their younger brothers a chance to live and to fulfill their ideals.

Hell escaped, escaping with endless humiliation and pain. But when he went to find his mother, only to have her entrust him with her belongings before committing suicide, Hell finally understood what true humiliation meant!

Because the mother did not believe that hell could do all this, she did not believe that hell could establish the heaven that her father envisioned.

The greatest insult comes not from your enemies, but from your closest loved ones.

After that, Hell began to hone his strength, and his life was constantly intertwined with failure.

He became the Black Commander, leading 300,000 trusted subordinates, but was ultimately slaughtered by Oga.

One rise and fall is not enough for a life in hell; he experienced several real life ups and downs—falling from the highest point of life to the lowest point, climbing again, and falling again.

In the end, he gained invincible power, established the heavenly kingdom in the hearts of his father and brothers, and even made it greater than their ideals!

Then, he had the most beloved adopted son, to whom he entrusted everything. And now, he is engaged in the ultimate life-or-death battle with his greatest nemesis.

It's truly a hellish life, without so much love and hate, without so many grudges and entanglements, but pure, with the ups and downs and turning points of life and thought.

Undefeated! Undeterred! Unyielding!

Such words can be used to describe life in hell. Even if you have everything, you lose everything in an instant. Despite the enormous blow, hell will not give up, but will rise again step by step and continue to move towards its destination.

At that moment, Hell looked at his father and brothers beside him. Not only his father and eldest brother, but also his second brother, third brother, mother, and even the eldest son appeared beside Hell, placing their hands on his shoulders.

His home is here, everything he owns, his life. And all of this is the driving force that propels hell ever forward.

It is not the pressure of ideals, nor the burden of humiliation, nor the thirst of desire.

Everything stems from the family who placed their hopes and future on him, from those who trusted him, admired him, and entrusted everything to him.

Hell clenched his fist slightly and looked around again; there were already too many figures around him.

There is also autumn, the ultimate monk, Vajra, darkness, and those people and subordinates who cherish the ideals of heaven and follow him.

They place their ideals and goals on themselves, and Hell bears the burden of everything that moves forward. These are no longer a burden for them, but rather the reason that makes them invincible!

Carrying these ideals and expectations forward may be painful for other strong people, but hell is sweet to them.

Because these are his motivations: the expectations of the people, his family, his comrades, everything!

And he will carry all of this forward, climbing higher and higher. Even if he falls to the bottom, it doesn't matter; all that he carries will only become the driving force for his ascent into hell!

If that's the case, what is there for him to regret in hell?

What is there for him to worry about in hell? What is there to turn back to?

He will not draw strength from these people, nor from his former friends, subordinates, or family members, to gain the so-called strength to fight.