Longevity by Grinding Skills

Chapter 484: Chapter 484: Uncontestable

The three-headed, six-armed Divine Martial Dao Aspect, its Evil Qi soaring into the heavens, instinctively erupted, attempting to manifest and resist the supreme pressure.

However...

The six-armed illusion had barely solidified its outline and only a flicker of True Martial Divine Light had risen when a formless, gentle power that pierced straight to the core of his being swept over him.

Like snow melting in spring, the ferocious Divine Martial Dao Foundation—powerful enough to clash head-on with a Golden Body—was silently and utterly suppressed, forced back into the depths of Xu Yunfan’s body.

Impossible to break free!

Impossible to resist!

At this moment, the gap was no longer about the magnitude of their power, but a fundamental disparity in their very essence.

It was a suppression of pure hierarchical standing.

Although his opponent was still at the Foundation Establishment Level, the manifestation of Amitabha Buddha’s worldly form had granted him a sliver of a True Monarch’s might.

Xu Yunfan strained until his face turned red, yet he was still unable to make his Dao Foundation emerge.

In the dead silence, the voice of Sanzang—no, the voice of the seated, illusory figure—resounded in the deepest depths of Xu Yunfan’s mind. It was calm and placid, yet it carried an ethereal majesty that transcended endless time and space, as clear as if it were his own thought.

"It is well. Your Buddha’s Destiny with our Sect is preordained. It is not negative karma, nor is it an obstacle. It is the seed of great Bodhi, the great gate of skillful means.

"The Eastern Wilderness is benighted, plagued by a myriad of demons. Only the universal salvation of the Buddhist Dharma can free all sentient beings from their immense suffering.

"Though you may endure myriad tribulations and hardships, you will ultimately become the Dharma-Protector Ming King who spreads our Buddhist Sect to the East.

"This destiny was sealed long ago within the Indra Net; it cannot be altered by this body or this world. You cannot escape."

Every word seemed etched into the river of time and space, carrying an unquestionable sense of destiny.

There was none of Sanzang’s previous "compassion" or "forcefulness," only the detached calm of someone stating an established fact.

It was as if the voice were stating that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, absolutely certain that Xu Yunfan’s destiny was to take refuge in the Buddhist Sect and become its Dharma Protector in the east. There was no other option.

Can’t escape!

Those three words were like invisible shackles, instantly clamping down on Xu Yunfan’s heart.

An immense wave of despair and helplessness washed over him, as if he were facing the very laws that governed the universe.

This feeling was even more terrifying than when he had been suppressed by the Golden Body.

Before, he had been fighting a tangible enemy. Now, it was as if he were fighting against "Heaven’s Will" itself!

But in the next instant, that despair was torn asunder by an unyielding ferocity that erupted from the very marrow of his bones!

’Can’t escape?!’

’Fuck your Buddha’s Destiny!’

’I refuse to buy into this bullshit!’

An astonishing light erupted in Xu Yunfan’s eyes, and the Martial Arts Celestial Eye between his brows snapped open, wide with fury.

He didn’t hesitate for a second, nor did he attempt to challenge the insurmountable being.

Before the calm voice had even finished speaking, an unprecedentedly brilliant Escape Light erupted from his body.

BOOM!

He pushed the technique that manifested as a coiling dragon and snake into an Escape Light, driving it to its absolute limit.

He burned his True Essence with reckless abandon.

His entire being transformed into a jet-black meteor, tearing across the sky. He abandoned all defense and forsook any thought of attack, pushing his speed far beyond its previous limits. He hurtled recklessly toward the distant, massive Sword Peak that rose from the ground to pierce the clouds—the gate of the Wansheng Sword Sect!

"Hm?"

The seated, illusory figure—or rather, the will now in control—seemed faintly surprised by Xu Yunfan’s utterly decisive escape.

The being that had manifested before him was no longer the monk known as Sanzang.

To be precise, this physical shell and its manifested form as the "worldly body of Amitabha Buddha" was a projected Dharma Body. It had been created and empowered by the boundless Buddha Power of the Puchen Pure Land to serve as a vessel for the descent of Amitabha Buddha’s supreme will.

However, this empowerment was not a complete replacement.

This Dharma Body was not a puppet completely possessed by the Buddha. At its core, it still retained the "personal aspect" of Sanzang—his own subjective consciousness and awareness, which had naturally formed and operated independently from the moment of his transformation.

He possessed the subjective perspective and individual feelings of "Sanzang."

The Buddha’s will was like a vast, boundless ocean, enveloping and guiding the waters within. But the water’s own currents and tides—the shock, confusion, and sense of absurdity belonging to "Sanzang"—still existed, very real, in the depths of this conscious sea.

Immediately, a sacred and solemn expression appeared on "Sanzang’s" placid face. It was an expression that was both compassionate toward the world’s suffering and yet sublimely majestic.

It did not immediately move to intercept him, merely locking onto the streak of Escape Light with Its Divine Thought. A grand voice, like rolling Celestial Thunder, boomed in pursuit of Xu Yunfan’s figure:

"If you insist on this path, your doom is inevitable. Your sins of slaughter from the Demon Dao run deep, and you are entangled by karma.

"Ahead lies the Wansheng Sword Sect, the leader of the great Righteous Dao. Wherever their blades point, they slay monsters and exterminate demons.

"When they see that you are suffused with Demon Qi, your very foundation rooted in Demon Skills, why would they save you?

"They will only join forces with our Pure Land to slay an evil fiend and protect the Righteous Dao! Repent, and you can still be saved. Take refuge in my Buddha, and you may yet attain true enlightenment and be spared the agony of having your soul annihilated!

"Benefactor, you must think carefully."

The voice reached Xu Yunfan’s ears clearly, even as he fled at full speed. It echoed like muffled thunder between heaven and earth, powerfully persuasive and striking right at the heart of his predicament.

It exposed his identity as a member of the Primordial Sect and highlighted the Wansheng Sword Sect’s firm stance on slaying demons to protect the Dao.

Xu Yunfan turned a deaf ear.

Never mind his Cloud Scripture Avatar hidden in the Divine Martial Realm; even through his five reincarnations at the Foundation Establishment stage, he had ways to escape this threat.

The Sea of Suffering Reincarnation through five Foundation Establishment lives would grow more difficult with each cycle, and it was questionable whether he could even reawaken his innate wisdom by the end. Nevertheless, it was undeniably a method to sever all ties with his past life.

The grand Buddhist chant, powerful enough to disturb his Heart and Spirit and shake his Dao Heart, was utterly blocked out by the frenzy and will to survive burning within him.

He just desperately burned his Magical Power.

He burned every ounce of available power within him. He even manifested a Flying Wing Treasure on his back, and with a single flap of its wings, he shot dozens of miles into the distance, pushing his speed to the absolute limit.

His eyes were fixed on a single point: the gate of Wansheng Sword Peak, growing ever closer and more massive, radiating an awe-inspiring Sword Intent.

The gate of the Wansheng Sword Sect stood upon a solitary peak.

This was no ordinary mountain. It was ramrod straight, its sheer cliffs piercing the clouds. Its entire body was as dark as Profound Iron, and its surface seemed to be naturally covered in countless sword scars. Each mark radiated its own Sword Qi, some sharp, some heavy, some ethereal.

The entire peak resembled a supreme Divine Sword plunged upside down into the earth. It was the source of the region’s Sword Intent and a symbol of the Sect’s supreme majesty.

The summit was shrouded deep within the clouds, impossible to behold.

Closer.

Even closer.

The vast, majestic pressure of the Sword Intent washed over him, stabbing at his Divine Soul until it ached.

Xu Yunfan could even see the low-level disciples of the Wansheng Sword Sect on the massive plaza at the mountain’s base, looking up in astonishment.

The illusion of "Sanzang" remained seated, its gaze following the streak of Escape Light.

It seemed to find Xu Yunfan’s desperate flight into the arms of a sworn enemy to be the most foolish, most ridiculous act in the world.

On that sacred, solemn face, within those downcast eyes, there seemed to be an indescribable sentiment. It was not mockery, but a kind of all-seeing perception tinged with a hint of...

...a detached indifference to the whole absurd farce.

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