Chapter 931: Chapter 188 – Xiyan Bodhi, Return of the Divine Clan (Guaranteed)_2
When that strand of Tribulation Power was released, the Buddha Lamp dissipated, and this Emperor’s Weapon fell as well. Yet he had not thought that such a ans would still fail to defeat the youth before him—Li Hao. The opponent, clearly only a New Saint who had just passed the Human Tribulation, how could he wield such strength?
Only when the specks of green light completely faded did his gaze rise slowly, landing on Li Hao, who had drawn close.
He did not flee, nor did he show fear. On his face, there was no anger or the intent to kill, only calmness—and a hint of faint mockery.
“Were it not for the Supre Saints’ obsession with becoming Immortal Divine beings, soone like you—a monster—surely would never have been tolerated by them…”
Heavenly Prides and monsters are often valued and recruited by major forces. But if a monster’s power reaches the pinnacle, enough to overturn those forces, they then beco a source of fear.
Although Li Hao utilized Returning Ruin Instantaneous Movent to arrive before him, he did not imdiately strike. He had already sensed that the life force within the Green Lamp Buddha’s body was rapidly fading. Just now, the Buddha had manipulated Tribulation Power but had also injured himself, failing to pass this trial.
“If your Buddhist Holy Land could distinguish good from evil, then my enmity with the Buddha Child would have been rely between the two of us.”
Li Hao said calmly.
The Green Lamp Buddha heard this and, the mockery in his eyes turned into a touch of bitterness. He raised his head and gazed quietly at the heavens, speaking:
“The Supre Saints all wish to take that step—we are no different. If one cannot beco Immortal Divine, one becos re dust. It’s said that even Immortal Divine beings face tribulation. The Buddha Venerate, the Buddha Child, and I—we had planned to endure the Three Calamities, join Dao, and ascend together, each indispensable to the other. Though no one has ever walked this path, we thought we would try…”
He spoke softly of these things, yet his body gradually showed cracks, his flesh rupturing.
But he appeared indifferent, only quietly continuing:
“If not for this, the matter between you and the Buddha Child—I would naturally discern the truth, and judge it impartially…”
“Perhaps, this is the Tribulation. To seek becoming Immortal Divine, but face calamity as a result…”
As he said this, he recalled how he had unleashed Tribulation Power yet still failed to kill Li Hao. A more bitter smile escaped his lips.
Even for a Saint—one who comprehends the Great Cause and Effect Skill and understands the concept of fate—it remains impossible to escape, impossible to leap out from reincarnation.
“Within my Buddhist Holy Land, countless disciples are innocent and uninford. I hope you can spare them.”
Half of the Green Lamp Buddha’s body had already dissipated. He looked to Li Hao, speaking softly, his gaze becoming gentle, carrying the compassion of a Buddha.
Upon hearing this, Li Hao replied coldly: “Even if you hadn’t spoken, I would have done so regardless. But those who harbor killing intent toward —I will not spare them.”
The Green Lamp Buddha quietly chanted: “Amitabha, it is well.” His eyes revealed a hint of relief as he took one last, lingering glance at the Buddha Mountain beneath his feet before his figure slowly faded away.
As the Green Lamp Buddha’s form completely dispersed in the void, his aura vanished as well, leaving the entire Buddhist Holy Land unusually silent.
But not long afterward, waves of sorrowful cries erupted, calling out the na of the Green Lamp Buddha.
Many disciples, including the Semi-Saints, wept openly, their expressions filled with grief as they knelt to bid farewell to this ancient Buddha.
In the Sword Ancestor Holy Land, the Sword Master and Sword Saint stood within the void, gazing toward the Buddhist Holy Land.
When the Green Lamp Buddha’s aura dissipated, a trace of sighing erged in their eyes.
This towering, enduring Buddhist Holy Land, which had stood tall for countless epochs, was now destined to fade away from this day onward.
The Green Lamp Buddha—he had already been a Saint when they had not yet beco Saints—yet even he could not escape the calamity of death.
Elsewhere, in the Literary Ancestor Holy Land, the Literary Saint also stood in the void, gazing afar. He sighed and muttered quietly:
“Right and wrong, rits and sins, immortal nas and mortal humiliations—even for Saints, in the end, they cannot transcend or escape…”
Within the Buddhist Holy Land, Li Hao’s expression remained calm. Among the waves of sorrowful cries from the Buddhist disciples, he was unmoved. Had it not been for the Green Lamp Buddha’s desperate final battle, exhausting his own being and still failing to kill him, there would not have been that last shred of compassion.
When all strength is exhausted, only a single benevolent heart remains.
Li Hao’s figure flickered, arriving at the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall. He swept aside the rubble, retrieving the Heaven and Earth Treasures sealed beneath three Golden Bodies.
Afterward, Li Hao returned to the Semi-Saints hovering in the void and declared:
“The Buddha Venerate is dead. The Green Lamp Buddha has also fallen. From this mont forth, the Buddhist Holy Land shall be erased from the earth. Should any of you continue to identify as mbers of the Buddhist sect, regardless of the distance, I shall slay you in a thought!”
His words carried the majesty of a Saint, leaving the Semi-Saints not only grief-stricken but also filled with anger and dread.
Many Buddhist disciples, upon hearing that the Buddha Venerate was dead, were in disbelief. But given that the Green Lamp Buddha had been killed within the Holy Land, the Buddha Venerate was likely dood as well; otherwise, he would have already appeared.
For a mont, the cries of sorrow grew even louder.
Li Hao paid them no attention. Extending his Divine Thought across the Buddhist Holy Land, he imdiately located so valuable items.
For instance, behind the Buddha Mountain lay a Bodhi Tree, its radiant fruits exuding dense Daoist Charm.
Approaching the tree, Li Hao found it had developed sentience. When it saw him arrive, it emitted a low, resonant voice:
“You are not one of the Buddhist sect. I will destroy myself rather than submit to you.”
As it spoke, its treasure-gleam receded, its leaves quivered, and its fruits began to fall—so collapsing inward as though ready to decay.
Li Hao’s expression turned cold, and his Eternal Dao Domain imdiately enveloped and subdued the tree, causing ti within the domain to appear to slow.
He picked up one of the fruits, took a bite, and discovered it to be sweet in taste, filled with pure energy. It was a Fruit of Enlightennt.
“This Buddhist sect actually possesses a Fruit of Enlightennt tree.”
Li Hao was sowhat astonished. Within the Mo River, a single such fruit required ten thousand points, yet this tree bore an entire cluster—at least over a hundred fruits.
“If you wish to destroy yourself, then I shall guide you.”
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