chsdbacks Chapter 438 Eternal Silence on Mount Ling, Mourning of All Buddhas
Chapter 438 Eternal Silence on Mount Ling, Mourning of All Buddhas
Chapter 438 Eternal Silence on Mount Ling, Mourning of All Buddhas
"You old bald monk, you have too many questions."
Li Xijun stopped wasting words and fixed his gaze on the vast, oppressive golden Buddhist light universe. The thunder blade in the form of a demonic blade in his hand was slowly raised in accordance with the movement of the demonic Buddha phantom.
It is no longer "Purple Extreme Capital Heaven - Destroyed Divine Firmament".
Under the influence of the original darkness and the complete liberation of the essence of the demon Buddha, this form underwent a fundamental distortion!
Its core has been transformed into the true name of this style—"Eternal Silence on Mount Ling, Mourning of All Buddhas"!
"cut!"
Li Xijun, in sync with the phantom of the demonic Buddha behind him, swung his sword down!
There was no earth-shattering thunder, only an eerie silence that seemed to be the universe itself emitting a dying lament!
As the blade passed, a pure and ultimate "Original Dark Blade Mark," seemingly capable of absorbing all concepts and existences, accompanied by countless twisted and wailing demonic shadows, shattered Sanskrit characters, and reversed Buddhist light, slashed towards the golden Buddhist light universe!
This strike is no longer a confrontation between energy and laws.
Rather, it is the ultimate denial and slaughter of the concept of "Buddha" itself!
It is a forbidden power created by the demon Buddha through reversing Buddhist teachings, slaughtering fellow disciples, and condensing endless resentment and blasphemy, specifically designed to destroy Buddhism!
The instant the knife mark made contact with the Buddha's radiant universe, "Swoosh—!!!"
Like a red-hot iron falling into ice and snow!
That vast and solemn golden Buddha light universe, containing a trace of the Buddha's great power, was decaying, withering and collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The once brilliant Buddhist light became dim and murky, and the phantoms of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas chanting scriptures within it emitted a silent scream, their bodies covered with black demonic patterns, before shattering and dissipating.
When the supreme principle of "formation, existence, decay, and emptiness" touched the true meaning of "demonic Buddha destroying Buddha" and the "end" essence of the original darkness contained in the knife marks, it was as if it had encountered a natural enemy, its operation became sluggish, and it quickly disintegrated!
"Buddha and demon!" The Shaolin Arhat whispered in despair. He felt that the Tathagata Palm he had condensed by burning his origin was being erased from the "conceptual" level by that strange knife mark.
Even more terrifying was that the curse and resentment against Buddhism within that sword intent, like an invisible plague, eroded him in the opposite direction through the connection of supernatural powers. This caused his Arhat Dharma Body, which was already fragile due to the burning of his source, to begin to show large areas of decay and cracks, and even strange black demonic spots to appear!
"Namo Amitabha Buddha"
Realizing that defeat was inevitable and irreversible, a final complex emotion flashed in the eyes of the Arhat Dharma Body: shock, resentment, and worry about the future of Buddhism. In the end, it turned into a soft sigh.
He clasped his hands together with difficulty, no longer resisting the all-consuming intent of the blade and the demonic thoughts. He lowered his eyes, as if returning to the tranquility he had when he first swept the floor, and began to chant Buddhist scriptures for rebirth in the Pure Land. His voice was weak but clear: "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning; thus should you contemplate them—"
Before the words had even finished—
"Crack—Boom!!!"
The original dark blade mark was completely severed!
That vast golden Buddhist light universe exploded like a shattered glass lamp, turning into countless murky golden and black specks of light, which were then completely annihilated by the engulfing darkness that followed!
The force of the knife wound had not diminished and silently swept across the body of the Arhat's Dharma body.
There was no flying blood and flesh, no earth-shattering explosion.
The golden body of the Arhat, already covered with cracks and demonic spots, was like a sand sculpture weathered for millions of years. Starting from the spot where the knife struck, it quickly turned into the finest gray dust. Along with its divine soul origin, the Buddhist insights gained from hundreds of years of cultivation, and even the remnant of its Bodhi Buddha nature, all of it was completely silenced and returned to "nothingness" under this one strike.
Just as the faint golden relic was about to escape, it was entangled by several strands of twisted demonic energy that separated from the knife mark, emitting a "sizzling" purification sound. Finally, the light was completely extinguished, turning into mortal dust.
Shaolin Dharma Body, Arhat Status—
Fallen!
On the ground, the "golden little sun" that had once illuminated thousands of miles and made all living beings kneel in worship, after expanding to its maximum and shining with boundless light, was suddenly extinguished as if by an invisible giant hand, dimming and dissipating abruptly!
Instead, there was the eerie, dark sword mark that stretched across the sky and lingered for a long time, along with the sword mark itself.
The surrounding area was filled with distorted, eerie shadows and foul auras that instilled great terror and dread at the mere sight of them!
"puff--!"
"Ugh!"
Countless cultivators who had reached the level of Grandmaster, and even some of the more perceptive Grandmasters, felt as if their minds had been struck by a heavy hammer the moment their Dharma bodies perished and the demonic Buddha's sword intent lingered in the sky. They all coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, their faces as pale as paper, their eyes filled with a doomsday-like fear.
Although they did not know the specifics, they instinctively felt that a supreme being who had stood in the world for hundreds of years was gone!
The darkness and shadows that replaced it in the sky exuded an aura more despairing than death!
"The Dharma Body—has perished?!"
"The Shaolin Arhat Venerable—defeated? Died by the Star Lord's blade?!"
"What were those dark and demonic shadows in the sky?! They were even more terrifying than the Dharma body of Buddhism!"
Panic spread like a plague, and countless people collapsed to the ground, trembling, having lost even the courage to look up at the sky.
Beyond the heavens, in various hidden locations, the Heavenly Ranking Dharma Bodies who were watching this battle reacted differently, but were all deeply shocked.
The hand of the Taoist Master of the Feathered Ascension Sect, holding the chess piece, remained suspended in mid-air for a long time. He gazed at the slowly dissipating phantom of the Demon Buddha and the original dark blade marks in the sky, and for the first time, an extremely solemn expression appeared on his lean face.
"As expected—it has been drawn out."
He muttered to himself, a glint of wisdom in his eyes, "The greatest taboo and scar of ancient Buddhism—the 'Buddha-Demon'—is about to be born."
He seemed to be recalling a secret from extremely long ago: "Back then, the Buddha's most insightful yet most obsessive disciple, in his pursuit of transcendence, did not hesitate to practice Buddhism in reverse, slaughtering his fellow disciples and falling into the Avici Hell, almost severing the Buddhist lineage—although he disappeared, his demonic thoughts and Daoist fruits remained undying, secretly corrupting the ancient Thunder God who held the reins of heavenly punishment and was upright and incorruptible, manifesting in the world through his body, unleashing a monstrous catastrophe, even causing the ancient Heavenly Court to collapse in large part—"
Daojun shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with astonishment: "This young man, Li Xijun—truly possesses audacity beyond measure!"
"He actually dared to lift this lid and unleash the residual power of that demonic Buddha—is he really not afraid of being devoured by that ancient demonic thought? Or is it that he possesses some unknown force, a power capable of suppressing everything?"
His gaze was profound, as if he could see through Li Xijun's true nature, but in the end it only turned into a meaningful sigh: "Variable—the true variable of an era."
Ye Wuqing stood with his hands behind his back at the summit of Wujian Cliff, the gale blowing against his blue robe.
He gazed at the astonishing sword strike and the falling Buddha light in the distance, his cold face devoid of any expression, but a sharp, sword-like understanding flashed in his eyes that seemed to pierce the heavens.
"So that's how it is—the Thunder God's legacy is actually bait for both Buddhism and demons. No wonder Buddhism is so wary of it and is willing to go to great lengths to kill anyone who might inherit this path." He muttered to himself.
"Li Xijun—you've actually gone this far, not only slaying the Arhat, but also uncovering this ancient secret—"
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A hint of worry flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a more determined look.
"No matter what trump card you relied on to dare to act this way, after this battle, you have completely stepped into the center of this vortex."
Ye Wuqing seemed to have made a decision, turning to look into the depths of the Sword Gate Secret Realm. "It seems that the third sword—it's time for you to see it." The Sword of Cause and Effect and Destiny might just be one of the keys to dealing with such calamities.
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Several other places.
In the southern borderlands, the eerie green flames within the cave flickered violently, and a whisper filled with dread and greed could be faintly heard: "The power of the Demon Buddha—hehe, what a delicious aroma—but too dangerous—"
The old man from the Langya Wang clan, clutching an ancient book, stared blankly at the heavens for a long time before finally transmitting his thoughts: "Immediately send all the clan's members home. This matter is far too complex for our clan to handle. Let's observe the situation!"
Inside the secret realm, the old emperor suddenly opened his eyes, looked towards the heavens, and said with a deep look in his eyes: "Truly audacious—you have actually touched such a taboo—the road ahead is becoming increasingly treacherous—"
In the void beyond the heavens, Li Xijun slowly sheathed his sword.
The phantom of the demonic Buddha had long since dissipated with the force of the blade, returning to the depths of the Thunder Blade, but the aura of that blade seemed even more profound and eerie.
He didn't even glance at the remnants of the Arhat's Dharma body that had already turned into cosmic dust. His gaze calmly swept over the trembling world below and the deeply shocked eyes hidden in the shadows.
He knew that this strike had severed more than just a physical body.
It also cut through a deeper layer of fog and shackles that shrouded the world.
The secrets of Buddha and demon are thus revealed in a small part.
And Li Xijun has officially transformed from a "chess piece" or "variable" on the chessboard into the one capable of overturning the chessboard—the one wielding the knife!
Next, it's time to "visit" the next "old friend".
His gaze shifted towards Mount Song, where a "stray dog" was trembling in the shadow of a Buddha statue.