Chapter 467: Bodhi Rises Slowly!

Old man, I'm not pretending any longer!

The Wheel of Destruction stopped.

It stopped because it was scared.

The entire battlefield at this moment was as quiet as a tomb.

Hongjun's Smile froze on his face, his lips still maintaining the arc of a wild laugh, but his eyes were full of terror.

The eyes of that Chaotic Demon God illusion finally opened.

No golden light.

No oppressive aura.

Just two gray gazes glanced at the Wheel of Destruction.

Just one glance.

That ultimate weapon, forged from the Heavenly Dao Primordial Source, the foundation of Xīfāng Jiào, the ten-thousand-year qi of Fómén, and the celestial dragon veins of Heaven,

Under those two gazes, it was like a child being glared at by his father.

It dared not move.

The powers at the rim of the wheel that crush time and space were rapidly shrinking, like ice meeting the sun.

"No... impossible!"

Hongjun's voice trembled, and the scene reflected in his golden vertical pupils left his mind a Blank.

Bodhi was still changing.

That hunched body, bent for countless epochs, was straightening inch by inch.

Withered muscles became full again, and cracked skin emitted a gray‑white divine light.

The white hair was no longer a symbol of age, but turned into the color of the Primordial Source at the dawn of Chaos.

His aura was still rising.

Saint realm?

That was something he casually discarded billions of years ago.

Heavenly Dao layer?

That was a dog he raised.

Zhun Ti's face was swollen, her legs trembling, all six arms limp, unable to gather any spiritual power.

Jie Yin's skin had dried to the texture of bark, and the clasped hands could not separate, as if welded to the chest.

Rulai lay in the ruins, the hole in his chest still bleeding, and he was almost out of strength to even lift his head.

But he still lifted it.

Then he saw those eyes.

Gray.

Bottomless.

Like the very Chaos before the Universe was born.

Only one thought remained in Rulai's mind.

It's over.

Completely over.

Bodhi's voice rang out.

Not loud.

But the entire Universe trembled.

"Hongjun."

Just two words made the master of the Heavenly Dao bend his knees three degrees.

"What do you think I am?"

Bodhi's tone was very calm, as if chatting with a junior.

"Zhun Ti's avatar? The broken stories you spin, I've listened for tens of thousands of years, and I'm about to believe them."

He let out a laugh.

That laugh carried an indescribable mockery.

"But in today's situation, you force me to reveal my trump card."

"Then let's see."

The Chaotic Demon God illusion behind him fully took shape.

So massive it had no boundaries.

A single arm's projection could cover an entire galaxy.

And that illusion's face was identical to Bodhi's.

Not a possession.

Not borrowing power.

It was him himself.

Sun Wukong stood below, having forgotten to grip his Iron Staff.

His mouth was open, unable to close for a long time.

He knew Master was formidable.

He had known since childhood.

But the kind of formidable he imagined was "a bit stronger than Hongjun."

Not this kind.

This damn thing is completely not something of the same level!

Hongjun's Heavenly Dao Law, in Bodhi's presence, is like a three-year-old with a wooden sword challenging an adult wielding a dragon-slaying blade.

"Master... Master?"

Sun Wukong's voice was trembling.

Bodhi lowered his head and glanced at him.

In that gaze there was actually a hint of pride.

Like the pride of someone whose lifelong secret has finally been discovered, and they're rather pleased about it.

"What's up?"

Bodhi's tone returned to its usual casualness.

"Your Master usually can't be bothered to act."

"It's not that he can't act."

Sun Wukong cracked a smile, his eye sockets heating up.

He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

This old man really hid deep.

But Bodhi didn't give him time for sentimentality.

The old man turned his head, his gaze falling on the Destruction Wheel that was still struggling to turn.

Hongjun's face had turned bloodless white.

He was frantically activating the Primordial Source of the Heavenly Dao, trying to get the wheel turning again.

But it was useless.

Like an ant trying to push a mountain.

"Playing with rules?"

Bodhi spoke.

His voice wasn't loud.

But these three words made Hongjun's actions stop completely.

"I am the rules."

Seven characters.

Light and airy.

Like saying a casual everyday remark.

But when it landed in everyone's ears, it was more explosive than a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

Hongjun's lips trembled; he wanted to speak, to retort, to shout that this was impossible.

But he couldn't make a sound.

Because he knew Bodhi was telling the truth.

What is the Heavenly Dao?

It is a set of order established by Hongjun when the universe first began.

But what about before the universe first began?

And before the Heavenly Dao was born?

In that chaos, something already existed.

That thing is Bodhi.

He did not become a sage through cultivation within the Heavenly Dao framework.

He is the template of this Heavenly Dao framework.

He is the product of the concept of the Dao being concretized.

Hongjun's Heavenly Dao is at most a flake of skin that fell from his body.

"Scatter."

Bodhi uttered a single word.

His voice was very soft.

Like a sigh.

The Destruction Wheel exploded.

It wasn't shattered by a strike.

It was that its support was pulled from the foundation of its existence.

Heavenly Dao's Primordial Source?

It scattered.

The foundation of the Western Teaching?

It scattered.

The Buddhist Sect's ten‑thousand‑year fortune?

It scattered.

The Heavenly Court's dragon veins?

It scattered.

Four kinds of power were forcibly torn from their fused state, each collapsing like scattered building blocks.

Backlash arrived.

Hongjun was the first to be hit.

He was as if struck by an invisible carriage, his body folding in Mid‑Air into a shrimp‑like shape, and a gush of violet‑golden blood spurted three zhang away.

Jie Yin was the second.

His body, like a dead tree, split open with countless gashes, golden Fómén blood seeping from the cracks, and he looked like a shattered clay statue.

Zhun Ti was the third.

Six arms simultaneously burst open the reverse‑flow magical wounds; he let out a Cànjiào as he fell from the heights, crashing onto the Debris in the void and dislocating his internal organs.

The Tathagata was the fourth.

His already gravely wounded body could not endure the backlash shock; the rupture of the ten‑thousand‑year Fómén qi directly tore half of his Golden Body apart,

and he lay on the ground convulsing, blood spurting from his mouth, nose, and ears.

The Jade Emperor suffered the worst.

The Heavenly Court's qi was his lifeline; having it ripped out and shattered was like tearing half his soul apart.

He didn't even manage a Cànjiào; he rolled off the dragon throne with his eyes rolling white, collapsing like a lump of rotten mud on the ground.

One hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers all fell.

Three thousand arhats all lay down.

Across the battlefield, only two could still stand.

One was Bodhi, suspended in Mid‑Air.

The other was Sun Wukong, standing on the ground, neck craned upward, staring in astonishment.

"Ha…"

Sun Wukong let out an ambiguous sigh.

He scratched the Back of Head, his expression as if meeting his Master for the first time.

"Old man… you damn well are too good at hiding."

Bodhi fell from Mid‑Air.

The Chaotic Demon God's phantom slowly contracted, reshaping into a Chaos Realm mist that enveloped him.

He landed before Sun Wukong, his aura once again becoming calm.

His height remained the same.

His face was still that face.

Yet in those gray eyes was something that made one dare not look straight at him.

"Alright."

Bodhi brushed away nonexistent dust from his robe.

"Had you seen enough?"

Sun Wukong grinned, nodding vigorously.

"I've seen enough, I've seen enough."

"Master is mighty! Master is awesome! Master is number one in the world!"

Bodhi gave him a withering glance.

"Cheap talker."

Yet the slight curve at his mouth he didn't hide.

He felt proud.

Truly proud.

After hiding for so many epochs, today he could finally show off in front of his disciple.

Not shameful.

The next moment, Bodhi's gaze shifted away from Sun Wukong.

It turned toward the battlefield.

It turned toward the immortals and Buddhas lying, kneeling, and collapsed on the ground.

The air suddenly grew cold.

Bodhi's voice returned to a flat tone, but each word sounded like a verdict.

"Enough."

"The accounts should be settled."

Hongjun clutched his chest, struggling to lift his head, his golden vertical pupils filled with despair.

The Tathagata lay face down, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, lacking the strength even to turn over.

Zhun Ti and Jie Yin clung together, like two quails eyed by a hawk.

The Jade Emperor gave two pulls on the ground and woke up.

Then he saw Bodhi's gray eyes sweeping right toward him.

He let out a Cànjiào, "Aoo," scrambling backward with hands and feet, his dragon robe shredded by shards of stone.

"Spare me! Spare me!"

"I was forced! It was Hongjun who forced me! It has nothing to do with me!"

Bodhi ignored him.

The old man's gaze finally fell on the Tathagata.

The Tathagata's body shook even more violently.

Bodhi spoke.

"The True and False Monkey King account, I haven't settled with you yet."

Today, it just happened to be settled together.