Chapter 9: The Saint's End? Zhun Ti Guides—I'm Your Ancestor!

Ling Shan.

The smell of blood is so thick it cannot be dispelled.

In the seams of the golden bricks of Da Lei Yin Si, red and white things fill them.

Those are the corpses of the blue lion and white elephant.

They are also the remnants of the Fómén's ten‑thousand‑year pure reputation.

Bodhi holds in his hand the half‑dead Six‑Eared Macaque.

The other hand.

Suspended three inches above Rulai Buddha's celestial spirit canopy.

If it falls.

This master of ten thousand Buddhas would have to go through a cycle of reincarnation.

"Not coming out yet?"

Bodhi does not look at Rulai.

He also does not look at the bodhisattvas and arhats kneeling on the ground.

He lifts his head.

He looks toward the far end of the Western Pure Land.

There is a void of the Chaos Realm yet unopened.

"Even the house‑guard dog got beaten."

"The one who serves as master, can they still keep their composure?"

Rulai Buddha is drenched in sweat.

It is cold sweat.

He feels the hand above his head is heavier than Mount Sumeru.

It could crush his Original Spirit at any moment.

"Old ancestor... Old ancestor, spare my life..."

Rulai Buddha does not dare to move.

He does not even dare to breathe.

He can only frantically call in his heart for those two supreme beings.

Come quickly!

If they don't come soon, the Xīfāng Jiào's lineage will be broken!

Just as Bodhi's palm presses down slightly, ready to split the skull of that fat monk,

Boom—!!!

Western sky.

Vast purple qi.

It stretches thirty thousand miles, instantly covering the heavens.

The Ling Shan, once shrouded in blood, in an instant fills with myriad auspicious clouds and thousands of auspicious qi.

A pressure a hundred‑million times stronger than Rulai's before.

Descended without any omen.

If Rulai's pressure were a mountain,

Then this pressure

is the whole sky!

Crack!

The few remaining coiling‑dragon pillars of Da Lei Yin Si instantly fill with cracks under this aura.

The Buddhas kneeling on the ground.

At this moment they can no longer keep their kneel steady.

They collapse entirely onto the ground, faces pressed against the blood‑stained golden bricks, trembling all over.

That is awe from the Primordial Source of life.

Saint.

Has descended!

"Amitabha."

A single Buddha name.

Heaven and Earth resonate.

Countless golden lotuses sprout in the void.

Upon each golden lotus sits a phantom of a Buddha, all chanting in unison.

Two gaunt silhouettes.

They slowly emerge from the sky‑filled purple qi.

On the left, a person with a pained complexion, wearing coarse hemp robes, holding prayer beads.

Guiding the Saint.

On the right, a person with a striking face, twin buns, carrying a seven‑colored flowing‑light branch.

Saint Zhun Ti.

These two heads of the Xīfāng Jiào.

These two undying Heavenly Dao Saints.

Finally, he was willing to come down from Mount Sumeru.

Master!!!

The Rulai Buddha let out a mournful howl.

That was a grievance.

That was finding life in a desperate situation.

He disregarded the Buddha Patriarch's decorum, crawling and rolling as he kowtowed toward the two figures in the air.

Disciple is useless! Causing Ling Shan to meet disaster, bringing shame upon the Buddhist gate!

Please, Master, decide for me!

The Receiving Saint lowered his eyebrows.

He glanced at the chaotic Da Lei Yin Si.

He glanced at the blood-soaked ground.

Finally.

His gaze fell upon the Rulai Buddha's palm that had been pierced.

His old face grew ever more anguished.

It was as ugly as if his own father had died.

Foolish child.

The Receiving Saint sighed.

He pointed with a single finger.

A golden light fell, enveloping the Rulai Buddha.

That horrible wound healed visibly to the naked eye.

Together with the Rulai Buddha's depleted vital energy, it was instantly replenished.

This is the means of a Saint.

Indestructible through eons, untouched by karma.

The Zhunti Saint, however, is not so good-tempered.

He lightly brushed the Seven Treasures Wondrous Tree in his hand.

The surrounding space shattered directly.

Those eyes, containing the Heavenly Dao Law, firmly locked onto the green-robed old Daoist in the field.

Madman.

Zhunti spoke.

His voice was not loud.

Yet it made the whole Xiniu Hezhou tremble.

You also cultivate the Dao, and you also know the heavenly numbers.

Since you know that the great rise of the Journey to the West is the trend of the Heavenly Dao.

Why do you go against Heaven, damaging the foundation of my Buddhist gate?

Zhunti took a step forward.

He directly stood a hundred zhang before Bodhi.

High above.

Like judging ants.

Even wanting to kill my sect leader?

Do you think my Seven Treasures Wondrous Tree doesn't brush people?

The Saint grew angry.

Heaven and earth changed color.

The clear sky just moments ago instantly filled with dark clouds, lightning snakes dancing wildly.

That was a kind of oppressive feeling that makes one despair.

It seemed that as long as the other party had a single thought,

oneself would turn to ashes.

The Six-Eared Macaque was held in Bodhi's hand.

He felt that familiar Saint's aura.

He laughed.

He laughed maniacally.

Hahaha!

Old thing! You're finished!

The Saint has come! Two Saintly lords have arrived!

Go on being wild! Go on hitting me!

The Six-Eared Macaque sprayed blood while laughing wildly.

He felt this was secure.

Among the Three Realms, the Saint is greatest.

This is the iron law.

As long as one does not become a Saint, one will ultimately be an ant.

Even if this old Daoist is stronger, could he possibly be stronger than two Saints working together?

Certain to die!

All the Buddhas of Ling Shan also let out a long sigh of relief.

Especially Guanyin, Manjusri, and a few others.

He quietly wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead.

At last, he was saved.

When a Saint takes action, even this old Daoist with the ability to reach the heavens will have his spear broken and sink into the sand.

However.

Bodhi, who was at the eye of the storm,

yet seemed completely unharmed.

He even stuck out his little finger and dug at his ear.

"So noisy."

Bodhi flicked off the bit of earwax that had flown from his fingertip.

Only then did he slowly lift his head.

He looked at the arrogant Zhunti before him.

"How?"

"You hit the junior, so the senior shows up?"

"I knew you two shameless things couldn't sit still."

The entire place fell into deathly silence.

Everyone thought they had misheard.

"Shameless thing?"

He was cursing a Saint?!

Zhunti's face twitched violently.

Since becoming a Saint,

apart from the reckless leader of the Sect of the Way of Heaven, who dares to speak to him like that?

Even Hongjun the Dao Ancestor would address him as a fellow Daoist.

"Impudent!"

Zhunti flew into a rage.

The Seven Treasure Wonderful Tree in his hand blazed with light.

"I know your cultivation has not been easy; I originally wanted to leave you a thread of life."

"Since you are bent on death,"

"then turn to ashes and be gone!"

Swish!

The Seven Treasure Wonderful Tree came down with a fierce swing.

Seven-colored divine light spread across heaven and earth; wherever it passed, the Five Elements collapsed and yin and yang were thrown into chaos.

This strike,

held nothing back.

was meant to utterly obliterate this ignorant fool who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth.

The Tathagata closed his eyes.

He could not bear to watch.

Although this old Daoist had just humiliated him, after all he was also a mighty being.

What a pity.

Why provoke anyone else when you insist on provoking a Saint?

Just as the seven-colored divine light was about to engulf Bodhi,

Bodhi moved.

He did not dodge.

nor did he unleash any treasure.

He simply flung the Six-Eared Macaque he was holding to the ground.

Then,

he took a single step forward.

Just one step.

Boom——!!!

An indescribable aura.

From that frail body, it burst forth without reservation.

That was not spiritual power.

not immortal qi.

nor Buddhist light.

It was a kind of primordial, ancient, pure darkness.

It was Chaos!

It was the Void!

It was the 'One' before heaven and earth were opened!

Originally, the purple qi that shrouded the heavens and obscured the sun.

In the face of this aura.

It was like encountering the remnant snow of the blazing sun.

Instantly melted!

Dispersed!

What took its place.

It was an absolute darkness that froze the soul.

In that darkness.

Faintly appeared a towering demon god phantom.

The demon god's face could not be seen clearly.

Only a pair of eyes were revealed.

What kind of eyes those were!

As if seeing through countless cycles of reincarnation.

As if witnessing the fall of three thousand demon gods.

Regarded heaven and earth as a prison.

Regarded saints as weeds.

"This is..."

The Seven Treasure Wonderful Tree wielded by Zhunti froze in midair.

The seven-colored divine light that sweeps away everything.

Before that black aura.

It was like a mouse seeing a cat.

Directly retracted into the branches!

Trembling violently!

This is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure!

Actually afraid?

Zhunti was stunned.

Jieyin's eternally unchanging bitter melon face also froze at this moment.

Their pupils violently trembled.

They stared fixedly at the green-clothed old man standing in the darkness.

That kind of aura...

That oppressive feeling that could shatter one's Original Spirit...

Too familiar.

Familiar to the point of becoming their deepest nightmare before attaining sainthood.

Back then.

Before listening to the Dao in Zixiao Palace.

In the depths of Chaos.

Once encountered a wandering nameless venerable.

At that time.

They were still two weaklings who had just taken form.

After that venerable casually pointed out a few words, they gained the foundation for later establishing their teachings and attaining sainthood.

That venerable once said:

"The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao."

"Buddhism is originally the Dao."

"If one day you stray from the Dao..."

"I will surely destroy it with my own hands."

That sentence.

Became their inner demon.

And now.

This aura, and that terrifying figure from memory,

overlapped.

"You... you are..."

Zhunti's hand was trembling.

The Seven Treasure Wonderful Tree could hardly be held.

It felt like a clump of cotton was stuffed in the throat.

Dry.

Hoarse.

That name.

That identity that even the Heavenly Dao must fear three parts.

Stuck in the throat.

Could not be spat out no matter what.

Bodhi stood there.

The demonic god's phantom behind him slowly bowed.

It completely shrouded the two exalted Saints in shadow.

"Zhunti."

Bodhi spoke.

No longer the tone of that rustic old Daoist.

But carried a metallic, icy coldness.

Echoing throughout the Three Realms.

"That branch back then was given to you by me."

"How?"

"Have your wings hardened?"

"You want to take the thing I gave you..."

"Come kill me?"

Clang!

The Seven Treasure Wonderful Tree fell to the ground.

Zhunti Saint.

This one, who plotted against Tongtian in the Fengshen Calamity and was peerless, the leader of the Xīfāng Jiào.

At this very moment.

His knees went weak.

Under the astonished gaze of the myriad Buddhas of Ling Shan.

Facing the old man in green robes.

Slowly…

Knelt down!

"Old... Master..."