Chapter 516: Chapter 238 "Jin’an, kiss me, kiss your Aunt Ruo..."_2
How can a dragon, on the verge of death, still emit such a resounding dragon’s roar?
Zheng Dongliu frowned slightly, just about to step forward and assess the situation, when Shangguan Qizheng grabbed his arm: "Wait."
Zheng Dongliu glanced back at his old friend: "What?"
Shangguan Qizheng looked toward the Immortal Device Spirit Mountain, where the Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha had previously been skinned and had tendons extracted by Zheng Dongliu, and even restrictions were set, reducing its size to less than a hundred feet.
But at this moment, the bloody hundred-foot-long dragon was closed-eyed, and after letting out a dragon’s roar, an extremely pure Yang dragon power was expelled from its mouth—not voluntarily, but rather seemingly forced out as the Supreme Yang Dragon Breath.
Shangguan Qizheng formed a seal with his hands, then took out an Eight Diagrams Mirror and placed it in front of his eyes. Through the mirror, he saw that the Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha’s dragon’s breath contained surging blood energy, invisibly dispersing into the void.
And this void was precisely the Qinglian Secret Realm.
Moreover, Sanskrit characters flowed over the hundred-foot dragon body of the Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha, and he instantly recognized these as the contents of the Great Sun Sutra of Emperor Shitian’s Buddhist teachings.
Emperor Shitian?
"Ignore him, just keep an eye on the other Buddhas." Shangguan Qizheng spoke leisurely: "Emperor Shitian is taking action."
Zheng Dongliu silently stepped out and once again reached the courtyard on the summit of Spirit Mountain, looking at the Great Infinite Buddha who was sitting cross-legged and reciting sutras: "I feel like I’ve been used."
Not by the Buddhist Sect, but by Emperor Shitian.
Zheng Dongliu squinted slightly: "Where is Emperor Shitian?"
The Great Infinite Buddha, with a slightly swollen face, opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Dongliu: "Your temper is no secret.
He took advantage of it, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hold back, and by skinning and pulling tendons from the Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha, you inadvertently helped him."
The Great Infinite Buddha smiled slightly: "Can you guess what he truly intends to do?"
Zheng Dongliu walked to the side of the Great Infinite Buddha without a comment and sat down: "How many years has it been since Emperor Shitian last appeared?"
The Great Infinite Buddha looked at the Dragon Venerate Saint Buddha whose life was quickly fading: "He has always been here."
He sighed softly and spoke gently: "Do you know why I didn’t resist just now?"
Zheng Dongliu let out a cold chuckle: "I have never liked using my brain."
The Great Infinite Buddha replied calmly: "I only wanted the Mahayana Buddhist Sutra...
I, and he, who is right and who is wrong?"
Just as Zheng Dongliu was about to speak, he suddenly stood up and looked towards the true Spirit Mountain to the north of Jiuhua City, where Buddha light shot skywards.
He glanced at Shangguan Qizheng, who took a step forward, heading towards Spirit Mountain.
On the Fire Phoenix Boat, Pei Wanyu put away the trays, looking far into the direction of Spirit Mountain, where the vast sky was veiled in Sanskrit-illuminated golden light.
"Great Sun Sutra..."
She gently furrowed her eyebrows, was Emperor Shitian always on Spirit Mountain?
But previously, Zheng Dongliu had clearly searched through it without finding anything.
What means did Emperor Shitian use to conceal himself?
In the side room of the courtyard behind Spirit Mountain, the Wealth Merit Buddha stared intently at the old monk sitting on the bed with the Zen stick resting across his legs: "Emperor Shitian, what are you planning!?"
Just as he finished speaking, the door of the Zen room was directly blown open by spiritual power, and the Wealth Merit Buddha swung his head around to look at the intruder, his expression changing: "Shangguan..."
Shangguan Qizheng ignored the Wealth Merit Buddha, glanced at the old monk on the bed, surprise flashing in his eyes: "Are you this old now?"
Emperor Shitian, who once achieved a sudden enlightenment under the Bodhi Tree after seven days and seven nights, directly ascending into Divine Presence, was now only five thousand years since his ascension.
Yet now, this Buddha, ranking second among the Twenty Deva of the Buddhist sect, appeared so aged, leaving Shangguan Qizheng incredulous.
It was known that after Emperor Shitian became a Buddha, his power was unrivaled, and some even suggested he might one day rival Zheng Dongliu’s strength.
But such a mighty God-hidden Great Buddha has become a feeble old man?
Shangguan Qizheng looked at the aged Emperor Shitian and continued asking: "What happened?"
Emperor Shitian slowly opened his eyes to look at Shangguan Qizheng: "Senior Shangguan."
Shangguan Qizheng stepped across the threshold, raised his hand, and directly flicked the Wealth Merit Buddha aside, halting before Emperor Shitian: "Who did this?"
"It was my own choice." Emperor Shitian’s voice was hoarse, hands folded: "I know my heart."
He lowered his head, his voice remaining calm as ever: "I will not die; this is my path."
Boom!
Buddha light blazed immensely, and Shangguan Qizheng squinted as he watched the scene, with golden light enveloping the entire Spirit Mountain beginning to gather, limitless Sanskrit characters pouring into Emperor Shitian’s body.
Shangguan Qizheng observed this scene, his expression unmoved, yet the Daoist Skill ’Zhiwei Zhizhang’ operated rapidly.
Once the last of the Sanskrit characters had merged into Emperor Shitian’s body, Shangguan Qizheng slowly ceased the operation of the Daoist Skill, expressionlessly watching the smiling Emperor Shitian on the bed.
"Senior Shangguan, have you divined anything?" Emperor Shitian’s voice seemed aged even further.
Shangguan Qizheng said nothing, while Emperor Shitian raised his right hand to gently stroke the Zen stick over his legs, speaking softly: "Reincarnation."
He gripped the base of the Zen stick and slowly drew it out.
An unusual light flickered in Shangguan Qizheng’s eyes, for what Emperor Shitian had drawn from the base of the Zen stick was a sword, a pitch-black Short Sword with a Blood Pearl at the hilt and blade connection.
Key of the Netherworld, Netherworld Validation!
Upon seeing this Spiritless Immortal Sword that could lead to the Netherworld, Shangguan Qizheng felt a sense of realization but still asked: "You’ve never been to the Netherworld, right?"
"No, but it is enough." Emperor Shitian’s voice was calm.
"With your enlightenment, why..."
"I know my heart, to save all sentient beings." Emperor Shitian, with a smile, plunged the Netherworld Validation into his own heart, slowly bowing his head: "Amitabha."
The old monk fell silent.
"How dare he achieve nirvana!?"