Chapter 523: Creation and Cause and Effect! Astonishing Technique

"Palace of the Buddha's Palm!"

Facing the chaos demon ape's attack, the Buddha Sakyamuni could no longer hold back—he unleashed his ultimate technique.

His right hand lifted slightly, countless rays of Buddhist light bursting forth; his right hand transformed into a colossal hand that held up the sky, countless stars swirling within it, and solemn Sanskrit chants echoing from within.

The colossal Buddha palm descended like it was crushing an entire world, directly onto Sun Wukong.

Facing the descending Buddha-palm realm, Sun Wukong and the ten-thousand-zhang demon ape behind him showed no fear whatsoever; instead, their bodies brimmed with savage battle fury as they charged straight into the Buddha-palm realm.

Boom!

The giant fist of the ten-thousand-zhang demon ape slammed into the Buddha-palm realm; the terrifying force caused the Buddhist light on the palm to tremble uncontrollably.

But the gap between Sun Wukong and the Buddha Sakyamuni was simply too vast.

Even after burning his life source and summoning the phantom of the chaos demon ape, he still could not close this gap.

The Buddha-palm realm merely paused slightly, then continued pressing down toward Sun Wukong.

As the Palace of the Buddha's Palm descended, the space around Sun Wukong seemed to freeze solid.

Under the crushing weight of the Palace of the Buddha's Palm, the ten-thousand-zhang demon ape did not fall—it was slowly, inch by inch, crushed into fragments.

Crash!

After crushing the ten-thousand-zhang demon ape, the Palace of the Buddha's Palm did not pause—it met Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang head-on.

Without any surprise, the Ruyi Jingu Bang did not budge the Palace of the Buddha's Palm at all; a massive counterforce surged back through the staff, hurling Sun Wukong away as if struck by a chariot.

At the same time, Sun Wukong's thousand-zhang form shrank like a deflated balloon, returning to his original size in the blink of an eye.

His aura plummeted drastically; his body went limp, bleeding profusely, on the brink of death.

Sun Wukong, merely a Supreme Golden Immortal, was simply too far below the Quasi-Saint Realm of the Buddha Sakyamuni.

The fact that he was merely near death was due to the Buddha Sakyamuni holding back.

Otherwise, that single palm strike would have crushed Sun Wukong into pulp long ago.

Of course, Sun Wukong's injuries were severe mainly because he himself burned nine-tenths of his life source.

Sun Wukong was one of the main protagonists of the Journey to the West; for the sake of the Fomen's grand plan, even if Sun Wukong was as unruly as ever, the Buddha Sakyamuni could never truly strike him down.

"You burned nine-tenths of your life source—truly reckless. But this is better."

Sensing Sun Wukong's condition, the Buddha Sakyamuni exhaled slightly in relief.

Although he had held back at the last moment, he could not guarantee he could have preserved Sun Wukong's life under those circumstances.

As for Sun Wukong's injuries, the Buddha Sakyamuni did not care at all.

So long as he was not dead, no matter how severe the wounds, they meant nothing to the Fomen.

As for the burned life source, that meant even less.

As one of the main protagonists of the Journey to the West, Sun Wukong's original role was as a pawn; the stronger a pawn became, the less desirable that was.

Originally, the Buddha Sakyamuni had indeed held some regard for Sun Wukong's origins and wished to fully subdue him, adding another guardian to the Buddhist fold.

But Sun Wukong's outburst just now made the Buddha Sakyamuni realize that Sun Wukong's power had begun to spiral out of control.

This situation now was perfect.

A Sun Wukong with severely diminished potential was far easier to control.

His right hand clenched slightly, and the Buddha Sakyamuni raised his hand once more to seize Sun Wukong.

Too many unexpected events had occurred today—he must capture Sun Wukong quickly, to prevent further incidents.

But the Buddha Sakyamuni's plan was doomed to fail.

Just as the Buddha Sakyamuni reached for Sun Wukong, Luo Fu—who had been watching silently—finally acted.

"Sun Wukong, you did well. I am satisfied."

His right hand swept lightly; space rippled slightly, and Sun Wukong's form vanished from his spot, reappearing beside Luo Fu.

"It seems, friend, you are determined to interfere in the affairs of the Fomen."

The Buddha Sakyamuni retracted his empty hand, his gaze locking onto Luo Fu once more.

He had been guarding against Luo Fu's interference all along—but unfortunately, Luo Fu's mastery over the Space Dao far surpassed his own.

Even with precautions, he still could not stop Luo Fu from rescuing Sun Wukong.

Luo Fu ignored the Buddha Sakyamuni's accusation and turned his attention to Sun Wukong.

"Your injuries are severe—but I said, as long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you."

His right hand swept again; a mysterious aura rose from Sun Wukong's body.

The Dao of Creation—reforming the body.

Threads of green light rose from Sun Wukong's body; his shattered form began repairing itself at a visibly rapid pace.

The Dao of Cause and Effect—inverting cause and effect.

Another surge of Dao energy rose, like time flowing backward; Sun Wukong's lost life source also began restoring itself at a visibly rapid pace.

Within mere seconds, Sun Wukong, who had been on the brink of death, was fully restored.

The only change was his aura: Sun Wukong, once at the peak of Supreme Golden Immortal, had now broken through that boundary.

"Thank you, Boss God! Boss God is reliable!"

Recovered, Sun Wukong leapt to his feet and thanked Luo Fu.

"No need to thank me. Since you chose to trust me, I naturally won't let you come to harm. Remember: as long as life endures, battle never ceases."

Luo Fu smiled at Sun Wukong.

Luo Fu greatly appreciated Sun Wukong's trust.