Chapter 516

With his current strength, Sun Wukong could easily handle ordinary heavenly soldiers and generals, but before he could leave the Heavenly Court, a brilliant burst of Buddhist light descended upon him; he saw a familiar bald head, and understood that the figure radiating such radiant light must be the Buddha, Sakyamuni.

That was a being stronger than Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Faced with this situation, Sun Wukong's scalp prickled, but immediately he sensed someone in the Myriad Worlds chat group constantly trying to reach him, so he opened the group and asked the question he had just thought of.

Ye Hei: "Great Sage, you can check the information above—your world has a quest, and the group master has arrived."

Mo Ganna: "That's right, Great Sage, you can check the group's top messages."

Seeing the group members all say these things, Sun Wukong, puzzled, looked at the relevant chat messages in the group.

This glance instantly filled him with delight.

He hadn't expected that a quest had appeared in his Journey to the West World.

And it was even led by the group master himself.

As for whether this quest involved only the group master, or a hundred million points, Sun Wukong didn't care much; for him, the mere presence of the group master was enough.

Moreover, from the group master's words, Sun Wukong held a high regard for Luo Fu's strength.

In the Super God World, Sun Wukong had come into close contact with Luo Fu, and back then, his own strength had been at the peak of Taiyi Jin Xian.

So he could better sense just how terrifying Luo Fu was.

Perhaps even the Buddha Sakyamuni who had just descended could not compare to the current Luo Fu.

This was Sun Wukong's internal comparison.

Therefore, Sun Wukong was genuinely delighted and relieved that Luo Fu, the great god, was coming to his world, for now he truly had a chance to change his fate.

Sun Wukong: "Thank you, great group master—I, Sun Wukong, have swept my bed and welcome the great god to my world."

At this moment, Sun Wukong became unexpectedly humble and refined.

"Sun Wukong, get ready—I'll arrive soon," Luo Fu replied with a smile.

Since he himself was participating in the quest, no group members needed to compete for it; as long as Luo Fu wished to execute the quest, he could descend into the Journey to the West World.

Luo Fu himself also looked forward to entering the Journey to the West World.

In the Journey to the West World.

"Boom—" Sun Wukong blasted away the heavenly soldiers and generals surrounding him, his gaze fixed on a distant point.

A golden light rapidly approached from afar, within it a massive figure clad in a kasaya, seated upon a lotus platform.

That was Sakyamuni.

Knowing his own fate, Sun Wukong immediately guessed who the newcomer was.

"Nezha, if you want to fight me, you still need more training," Sun Wukong shouted, blasting Nezha away with his attack.

Sun Wukong held some fondness for this heavenly court Nezha.

On one hand, the fellow had decent strength; on the other, there was also a Nezha in his Myriad Worlds chat group.

"Boom…"

Facing Sun Wukong's attack, Nezha was directly blasted away.

Although Sun Wukong said his strength was inferior, Nezha did not grow angry.

This was because Nezha knew he truly was no match for Sun Wukong.

But as a heavenly immortal, Nezha was merely carrying out orders to capture Sun Wukong.

Originally, seeing the Buddha Sakyamuni arrive, Sun Wukong had felt a flicker of tension—but now that he knew the group master would descend to his world soon, he felt considerably more at ease.

Otherwise, Sun Wukong could only hope he might avoid being crushed beneath Mount Wuzhi by the Buddha Sakyamuni.

Though the chance was minuscule, for the current Sun Wukong, he had no other options.

"Om…"

Before Sun Wukong could act further, a soft Buddhist chant drifted slowly from afar, and countless golden lights fell upon the wounded heavenly soldiers and generals.

Their injuries rapidly healed.

"Thank you, Buddha," the healed heavenly soldiers and generals bowed respectfully to the suddenly arrived Buddha Sakyamuni.

He was the Buddha Sakyamuni of Buddhism, the true patriarch of the faith, the supreme leader of Buddhism.

To some extent, the Buddha Sakyamuni's status was equal to that of the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court, so the heavenly soldiers and generals showing such reverence was entirely understandable.

"Wukong, do you know what crime you have committed?" Sakyamuni gazed at Sun Wukong and spoke slowly.

"Crime?" Sun Wukong sneered. "I don't believe I've committed any crime."

"It seems you still haven't awakened," Sakyamuni said with slight regret. "Wukong, but I shall give you one chance—we shall make a wager. If you defeat me, I shall speak to the Jade Emperor and erase your offenses; the Heavenly Court will no longer pursue you."

"Old Sakyamuni, are you trying to make me enter your palm and see if I can escape from it?" Sun Wukong retorted.

In the original history, Sun Wukong had indeed been trapped within Sakyamuni's palm-world.

His somersault of one hundred and eight thousand li was utterly useless.

The gap in strength between him and the Buddha Sakyamuni was simply too vast; otherwise, Sakyamuni was a true Zhuansheng-level powerhouse, while Sun Wukong's current strength hadn't even broken through to Da Luo Jinxian.

There was a gap of two major realms.

No matter how Sun Wukong tried to compensate, he could never defeat Sakyamuni.

So the current Sun Wukong would never accept Sakyamuni's wager—otherwise, he would merely become a laughingstock.

This caused Sun Wukong to voice outright what had happened in the original history.

Perhaps this was precisely what Sakyamuni was thinking at this moment.

Before, Sun Wukong would not have shown such behavior—but now that he knew the group master was about to descend into this world.

This gave Sun Wukong immense confidence.

Confidence sufficient to face Sakyamuni.

"Hmm…" Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Sakyamuni's eyes glowed with strange light as he gazed at Sun Wukong.

Because what Sun Wukong had said was indeed precisely what Sakyamuni was thinking.

But how could Sun Wukong know what was in his heart? This sparked a certain interest in Sun Wukong from Buddha Tathagata.

After all, as one of the participants in the Western Journey Cataclysm, Sun Wukong's original fate had been fixed—but now he sensed that Sun Wukong's fate had shifted slightly.

"Wukong, can you tell me why you know these things?" Buddha Tathagata asked curiously.

"Hah! Old Tathagata, if I said I was clever, would you believe me?" Sun Wukong said.

"Clever." Buddha Tathagata chuckled. "Wukong, whether you are clever or not, I'll know soon enough. Let me see—your confidence stems merely from your strength, or…?"

Sun Wukong's current confidence did not seem to come from within himself—that was Buddha Tathagata's perception.

Had some great master interfered in the Western Journey Cataclysm?

Though he did not know who, as the leader of the Shenweifu Sect, Buddha Tathagata felt no worry—unless a Holy One intervened.

Otherwise, he, Buddha Tathagata, still had the confidence to deal with whatever lay behind Sun Wukong.

Thinking this, Buddha Tathagata did not hesitate—he reached out his right hand toward Sun Wukong. Endless golden light rained down as a vast, sky-obscuring palm descended upon Sun Wukong.

Buddha's Palm.

That was Buddha Tathagata's signature attack.

In countless future worlds, legends of Buddha's Palm still endured—proof enough that Buddha's Palm was truly renowned.

As golden light continued to pour down, an immense, terrifying Buddhist aura spread through this realm.

The heavenly soldiers and generals around him felt a surge of reverence for Buddha Tathagata.

Fortunately, Buddha Tathagata's attack did not target the heavenly soldiers and generals—if it had, they would have been easily converted.

After all, what Buddhism possessed most powerfully was its power of conversion.

Lay down your knife, and instantly become a Buddha.

This did not mean a living being suddenly awakened to become a Buddha—it meant being forcibly influenced by Buddhist power until they became devout followers.

Of course, this was not the true ability hidden within Buddha's Palm—only a tiny fraction of it.

Sun Wukong, targeted by Buddha Tathagata, felt an immense, terrifying force bearing down upon him.

Even with his peak Taiyi Jin Xian power, he felt as if an ancient mountain had crushed down from the void—the surrounding space and time were sealed.

He could only force himself to resist against Buddha Tathagata's suppression.

"Ruyi Jingu Bang, block it!" Sun Wukong gripped his Ruyi Jingu Bang and slammed it upward, pressing hard against the golden Buddha's Palm.

Even so,

Sun Wukong could not withstand Buddha's attack.

The gap between a Zhun Sheng and a peak Taiyi Jin Xian was too vast—even if Buddha Tathagata had not truly struck at Sun Wukong, it was still so.

If Buddha Tathagata had truly attacked Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong would not have held out even a moment, let alone the time he had now.

This was precisely why Buddha Tathagata wished to test Sun Wukong—to see if someone truly stood behind him.

"Hah—!" Sun Wukong unleashed his battle power—but no matter how furious or enraged he became, no matter how fiercely he pushed his strength, it was useless.