Chapter 939: The Great Sage Water Monkey

The night was deep and still.

Everyone looked up, their eyes gleaming with luminous light.

The Great Sun Tathagata formed the prayer mudra; golden light burst between his palms, as if infinite mysteries were gestating within.

The Ninth Buddha!

Not a wasted journey, not a wasted life!

How long does it take for a Buddha to gestate within Non-Abiding Nirvana?

No one knows, but in the long history of the Buddhist sect, only eight Buddhas have ever been forged!

Today, to witness it with one's own eyes, to become the Ninth Buddha—

The night was deep and still.

Everyone looked up, their eyes gleaming with luminous light.

The Great Sun Tathagata formed the prayer mudra; golden light burst between his palms, as if infinite mysteries were gestating within.

The Ninth Buddha!

Not a wasted journey, not a wasted life!

How long does it take for a Buddha to gestate within Non-Abiding Nirvana?

No one knows, but in the long history of the Buddhist sect, only eight Buddhas have ever been forged!

Today, to witness it with one's own eyes, to become the Ninth Buddha—

But when the reporter asked who should be replaced if Harden were ranked among the top ten, Durant unhesitatingly chose Wade and bluntly stated that Wade was not among the league's top ten players.

"Perhaps something is about to happen," the Ghost Immortal's eyes flickered with a hint of disturbance, as if truly fearing some event.

After this battle, Lin Feng's realm reached Foundation Establishment peak. Had it not been for the bottleneck to Golden Core, he would already be a Golden Core cultivator.

The living room lamp glowed, and under its amber light, a dark shape could barely be seen curled up on the brown sofa.

But faced with such direct and sharp criticism, seeing him utter these cutting words with three parts mockery, three parts scorn, and three parts revenge—right before Yichen's eyes—how could she bear it?

Lin Feng took a deep breath; a long, steady breath emerged from his dantian. Then he retracted the Immortal Sword of Undeath into the Map of Mountains and Rivers, and extended both palms.

Dark, dense clouds stretched endlessly to the horizon, as if soaked in ink. From the deepest depths of the clouds, a colossal vortex descended, enveloping the nearby peak. Lightning bolts, like brilliant white serpents, coiled tightly around the summit, as if striving to uproot the entire mountain.

Yu He's throat was constricted; her breathing grew increasingly difficult, her face turning a deep blue. Her hands flailed wildly until she seized something, and driven by overwhelming survival instinct, she raised it and smashed it down hard onto Yang Jin's head.

"Good! Fortunately, this World Flower was born only recently. Those True Gods and Strange Beasts can be left to grow larger before we devour them—otherwise, we'd have missed this opportunity," said the elf boy with a smile.

Xia Zhen gazed at the dark, muscular man before her, her heart filled with complex emotions. Was he her father? Seeing her, he had actually wept with emotion?

"Tell me why you came here," said Ning Mei, turning to look at Qin Yi with a complicated expression as he spoke. Qin Yi grew even more curious.

Guang Liang offered to go together, but Mo Pingfeng hesitated, fearing that if he left, no one would be able to control the base.

Fu Magistrate Jian was already eighteen, so she met the beauty pageant's age requirement. As for Tang Dynasty citizenship, her family had received Class-A citizen status a month earlier, when Gao Ming announced that Waiguo had officially been renamed Donghai Dao.

Facing the battlefield's changes, Sha Hai issued no further orders. This was a necessary process—without enduring fire, one would never grow. Winnowing the weak and preserving the strong, the remaining warriors would surely be elites.

Unaware, Gu Zhenzhu, who had only intended to rest briefly on the sofa, had fallen asleep.

A silence fell. Then Wang Ya suddenly grasped Wang Shou's hand and said, "Shall we go with him?" Wang Shou, still dazed from the joy of her touch, was left speechless by her words.

"Excellent! Your will is extraordinarily resolute—I was right not to misjudge you," said Si Yutian, the gloom on his handsome face lifting as his thin lips curved and his phoenix eyes flashed like lightning.

"Hmph! If you ever do this again, don't come back!" Xia Qingxue's face turned icy cold, then she rose and returned to her room.

Qin Yi's eyes were bloodshot, his killing intent piercing the old man—but the words he spoke were chillingly calm, devoid of any tremor.