Chapter 1040: Chapter 1037: Buddha’s Light Relic Chapter 1040: Chapter 1037: Buddha’s Light Relic Yang Jian’s expression stiffened as he struggled to turn his head, only to see Chiyou, whose body had been split in two, enveloped by Demonic Qi. Black demonic patterns on his body were now emitting a golden shine, and layers of flesh and blood between the two halves of his body were connecting like a spider web, rapidly wriggling and rejoining.
Before long, Chiyou had already returned to his original state.
Yang Jian had already fallen into despair. The gap between them and this ancient undying war deity was simply too vast, impossible to surmount.
Chiyou harbored little fluctuation in his heart, having seen too many powerful enemies during his years of conquest. Those who had been defeated by him and those who had defeated him now belonged to the past.
“You too shall ultimately beco dust beneath history’s wheels…”
As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted his battle axe and struck down towards Yang Jian and Shen Luo.
It seed as if no one between heaven and earth could stop him now.
“Amitabha…”
Just then, a chanting of Buddha’s na arose, as if it was right beside them, yet also as if it ca from the far reaches of the sky.
On hearing this Buddha incantation, Chiyou’s hand swinging the giant axe involuntarily halted in mid-air, his gaze turning to look far off into the distance.
At the foot of a lush green mountain peak, beneath a leafy old locust tree, stood a humble thatched cottage. A wisp of cooking smoke rose, adding a touch of holiness to this scenic landscape.
A young monk in a moon-white robe, holding a nine-ringed tin staff in one hand and the Purple Gold Bowl in the other, stepped out with a gentle expression and looked towards Chiyou.
Though seemingly separated by a thousand miles, their gazes t as if they had traversed the endless void.
“Golden Cicada…” Chiyou faintly recalled the aura of this young monk.
“This poor monk’s dharma na is Xuanzang, and I have been awaiting you, benefactor, for a long ti.” The young monk smiled, staff and bowl in hand, taking a step that spanned a hundred miles of rivers and mountains.
At the sa ti, in the far east, an extensive range of mountains with sinuous and unique shapes, resembling a person propping up an elbow in a reclining pose, erupted with a bursting golden light and explosively shattered.
In the central shattered rock of the mountain range lay a figure in an earthy yellow robe with a tiger pelt skirt, a shaggy face, who languidly stretched, rolled on the spot, and rose into the air, soaring into the high clouds.
With a couple of blinks of his lively eyes, he slung a golden staff over his shoulder, mounted a cloud, and rushed towards the scene, shouting loudly, “Idiot, are you still not awake?”
As his voice fell, to the south, tens of thousands of miles away in the midst of a blazing desert, there was a lush lon field. A chubby old farr was lying in a hammock under the shade of a canopy by the field, holding a juicy waterlon in one hand and a cattail fan covering his face in the other. He suddenly sat up as if awakened from a start.
The old farr tossed aside the fan, absentmindedly took a bite of the waterlon, and threw it away.
“Oh dear, ti to get to work…”
He muttered to himself, stepped out of the canopy, and picked up the iron rake leaning against a post. His figure swelled imnsely in an instant, and with an open-mouthed smile, he revealed a mouthful of white tusks.
“Ao…”
A dragon’s chant ca from the west, where an inconspicuous creek surged like raging waves. A white dragon soared, transforming into an imnse figure a thousand feet tall, enveloped in clouds and mist, and charged straight towards Chiyou.
And from the north, within a fog-enshrouded great swamp, the dark water roiled with a thunderous force. A shadow erged from the water, stepping on the churning muddy waves, racing forward with equal swiftness.
The first to arrive was Master Sanzang, Xuanzang himself.
He took more than ten steps and positioned himself right next to Yang Jian, clasping his hands and bowing slightly, “True Monarch, it’s been a long ti…”
“Master Sanzang, what is this…” At this mont, Yang Jian no longer knew how to express his feelings.
“It’s a contingency planned by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and Buddha Tathagata. How is Benefactor Shen?” Tang Sanzang asked.
“Little Monk Jiang Liu, hehe… I’m not dead yet,” said Shen Luo, who had been trying to recover his energy.
“Benefactor Shen has the protection of heaven, blessed with great fortune,” said Tang Sanzang, returning the gesture with his hand.
“So, can I leave the rest to you now?” Shen Luo asked with a hint of a smile.
“Benefactor Shen is jesting. To break the situation, we still need your help,” Tang Sanzang said.
“Master Sanzang, what should we do?” Yang Jian asked eagerly.
Tang Sanzang was about to speak when Chiyou attacked again, swinging his axe towards them.
An oppressive force enshrouded them from high above, causing the void to shudder. Tang Sanzang rely glanced at it before continuing, “The Wuji Xuanhuang Array that originally sealed Chiyou can no longer restrain him. To reseal him, we need the power of Heaven and Earth combined through the Map of Mountains and Rivers and the Heavenly Book. In this process, we also need to employ the Three-Star Demonic Extermination Technique to connect Heaven and Earth.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Chiyou’s giant axe was closing in, only a hundred feet away.
At that mont, a dull thunderous sound erupted from the Earth; a golden pillar soared up from behind them. With a loud “thud,” it collided with the blade of the axe, propping it up.
For a mont, the mighty swing of Chiyou’s battle axe could advance no further.
“Let your old Sun here keep you company for a bit,” ca a playful shout as a golden-haired monkey, full of vigor, raced up the golden pillar and, with a straight head, forcefully collided with the blade of the giant axe.
“Clang”
A loud tal-on-stone clang resonated as the Pangu Battle Axe, transford into the Pillar of Heaven, was struck by Sun Wukong’s headbutt and sent flying away.
“Take this, my rake!”
Then ca a thunderous roar as the gigantic Cleansing Altar Envoy, Zhu Bajie, arrived, wielding an iron rake that had grown to an enormous size, smashing down on Chiyou’s head.
Chiyou spun his battle axe, launching a counterattack skyward. A black half-moon blade, ensconced in his axe, slanted into the sky to et the iron rake.
The rake’s nine teeth flashed coldly as they fell with lethal sharpness, clashing with the axe blade. Explosive roars ensued, and nine streaks of azure Tiangang Qi bore down, pressing Chiyou’s blade, forcing it to droop.
“What mighty strength,” Yang Jian couldn’t help but admire upon seeing this. In his mory, Zhu Bajie never had such formidable power.
“These years hidden within the Map of Mountains and Rivers, the usually lazy Bajie has made no small progress in the cultivation of his Tiangang Qi,” Tang Sanzang surmised Yang Jian’s thoughts and explained.
Having said that, he took out a golden Elixir and handed it over.
Shen Luo took it and saw that although the Elixir radiated golden shine, it had an overall translucence like colored glaze. On it, the shadow of a Golden Lotus Platform was visible, with an even more indistinct vision of a Buddha figure seated upon it.
“Is this… the ‘Buddha’s Light Relic’?” Shen Luo asked, sowhat uncertainly.
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