Chapter 804: Yin-Yang Creation, Heaven and Earth as Furnace

Back when Tang Luo played games, he'd duo bot lane with someone and serve as the main damage dealer.

His support would often tell him: "Stop fighting! You can't beat him! I'm begging you, stop fighting!"

Later, Tang Luo's support never said that again.

Not because Tang Luo could beat them, but because his support got swapped for Ao Yulie and Zhu Bajie.

They'd usually say: "Master, let's go beat the opponents through the internet connection."

That way it's easier to win.

Of course, Tang Luo never agreed — a person must be upright and honorable.

"Wukong, don't listen to this woman. Go up and beat him to death." The upright-and-honorable Tang Luo smiled as he coaxed Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong turned his head back, slowly pulling his feet free from the geography.

"I beg..."

The White Bone Demon blocked Sun Wukong's path. The "support" Tang Luo spoke of — she didn't understand it, and didn't want to understand.

But she hadn't even finished speaking before Tang Luo grabbed her out of thin air and tossed her aside.

"Go on, go on. When adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt." Tang Luo said.

The White Bone Demon had clearly already placed life and death completely beyond concern; even thrown flying, she struggled to return.

Gao Cuilan and Zhu Bajie intercepted the White Bone Demon, knocking unconscious the one who refused to give up.

The pilgrimage team's supreme principle: don't go against the Demon Lord's wishes.

Otherwise the Demon Lord hitting people hurts like hell, and right now the White Bone Demon's behavior wasn't as simple as just going against the Demon Lord.

She directly blocked the path of the Demon Lord, and even Sun Wukong.

The consequence wouldn't be merely "hurts like hell."

Zhu Bajie and the others knocking out the White Bone Demon — they were saving her.

As for whether the White Bone Demon herself was willing, honestly, Zhu Bajie couldn't care less.

What he did was the same as what the White Bone Demon did.

The difference: one is a moth flying into fire, Kuafu chasing the sun; the other is going with the flow.

Zhu Bajie had already seen through it — this is a game between the Great Heavenly Demon and the Buddha, perhaps because both originate from the same source, they cannot strike at each other directly.

That's why there's Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi's journey to the West.

The two are sharp weapons in the Great Heavenly Demon's hands.

The mastermind behind the scenes isn't one person — it's two!

Jin Chanzi looks like the mastermind, but he isn't.

It's just that the situation probably isn't optimistic for the Great Heavenly Demon; Zhu Bajie suspects the Buddha wants to subdue Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi, two freaks of heaven and earth.

So he secretly puts them through all kinds of tempering, wanting to grind away their defiant, rebellious hearts and take them as lackeys under his command.

And the Great Heavenly Demon, perceiving this, made his move.

Struck down one of the Buddha's important avatars — the Tathagata.

Bringing Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi to kill their way up Mount Ling, the Great Thunderclap Temple, seemingly gaining the upper hand.

But, with neither side able to strike directly at the other, how can Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi possibly defeat the Buddha?

Could it be the Great Heavenly Demon only wants to wound the Buddha through Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi?

After all, he intervened halfway — not like the Buddha who laid plans for ten million years. Being able to achieve this extent is already the limit, and he's profited.

Regardless, there must be a battle between Jin Chanzi, Sun Wukong, and the Buddha.

Even a battle with the Great Heavenly Demon is possible.

And the Great Heavenly Demon, the Buddha — they are the heavens.

True defiance of heaven — how could it be simple? The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, not the Great Sage Who Destroys Heaven.

After pulling himself free, Sun Wukong glanced at Tang Luo, said nothing more, and looked at the Buddha in the sky.

Flames ignited on his body — precisely, the cracks on his body were burning. Moments later, those cracks had already vanished.

Injuries completely healed.

On the other side, golden light also rippled over Jin Chanzi. He took a step forward, walking one pace ahead.

Behind him he left a phantom, like a cicada's shed skin.

Then the phantom dispersed, and Jin Chanzi's injuries likewise completely healed.

The two didn't look at each other, simultaneously vanishing without a trace, appearing one in front and one behind the Buddha.

Jin Chanzi at the rear, left hand forming a palm and pushing out — no golden Buddha behind him, not a trace of golden light.

Atop his palm, empty and void.

At a glance, it even gave a trance-like feeling — there was nothing there.

Truly become emptiness!

"All Four Are Empty" Palm.

This is Jin Chanzi's true divine ability, his true power!

Before the Buddha, Sun Wukong pointed the Golden-Hooped Rod — shattered and recondensed — not the usual smashing down or horizontal sweeping, more like thrusting straight with a great spear!

The rod tip had a point of black, like a vortex rotating, but not spreading.

As the Golden-Hooped Rod thrust out, it dragged a black crack behind it.

Chaos Strike!

Facing the combined attack of two supreme experts, the Buddha still sat cross-legged, body unmoving, only his two hands extending.

One forward, one back.

Palm against palm, fist against rod!

Zhu Bajie narrowed his eyes, and he saw that at the moment of the three-way collision, space and time seemed to freeze in an instant.

The three of them hung motionless in midair, forming an eternal frozen image.

This was, of course, an illusion.

Whoosh—

A clear breeze blew by.

Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi were simultaneously flung backward, like kites with broken strings, tumbling endlessly in midair.

Fresh blood continuously seeped from their bodies, scattering across the vast sky.

Soon, the two stabilized their bodies, wounded but with no loss of momentum, and turned to attack the Buddha again.

The golden staff transformed into countless staff shadows, smashing toward the Buddha.

Jin Chanzi thrust out a palm, and the surrounding heaven and earth compressed and restrained, forming a palm shadow that enveloped the Buddha.

The Buddha clasped his hands before him, a flash of golden light on his body, and "walked" forth a multitude of manifestations.

These manifestations varied in form; at first glance, they resembled Guanyin, but upon closer inspection, they were again the true aspect of the Buddha himself.

Willow branch, dragon head, holding sutras, radiant light, games, white robes, reclining lotus, waterfall viewing, dispensing medicine, fish basket—these various forms were not exhaustive.

These manifestations met the staff shadows and giant palms, shattering bonds and restraints, and counterattacked toward Jin Chanzi and Sun Wukong.

For a time, Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi were caught in a siege.

Lunging left and right, they could not break through temporarily.

Yet their momentum remained at its peak, showing no sign of defeat.

But anyone could judge that these two were now like blazing flames, and the fuel for burning them was themselves.

Even if the flames now burned fiercely, there would come a time when they would burn out.

Moreover, the arrival of that moment would likely not take long.

The Buddha clasped his hands before him, closed his eyes, and murmured words, as countless manifestations suppressed Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi.

Tang Luo looked up and saw nothing but Buddha figures filling the sky.

Skies filled with gods and buddhas!

Jin Chanzi struck with a palm, dispelling the three manifestations before him, but more manifestations arose to replace them.

On that side, Sun Wukong roared, heedless, swinging his golden staff wide, each horizontal sweep and strike capable of carving out vast gaps.

These gaps vanished in the next breath, only to reappear.

It was like forcibly sweeping aside seawater in the ocean, only for the water to rush back endlessly.

"Amitabha." The Buddha uttered a loud Buddhist invocation.

The countless manifestations blazed with golden light, their power surging violently.

"The Dharma is boundless."

At this very moment, Tang Luo likewise uttered a Buddhist invocation.

The burning flames instantly turned into an "explosion," and a sustained one at that.

Sun Wukong's golden staff and Jin Chanzi's empty palm instantly tore apart the surrounding manifestations blazing with golden light, directing their assault toward the Buddha.

The golden lotus beneath the Buddha's seat suddenly burst open, its petals scattering, as vast quantities of golden flower petals fluttered through the air.

Forming a breathtaking scene.

The Buddha vanished without a trace, and the attacks of Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi were redirected, each striking the other.

But at the instant their attacks collided, both pairs of eyes burst forth with a gleam of sharp light.

Rather than colliding, their powers coalesced together, spreading outward toward the surrounding golden lotuses!

Amid the fury, carrying everything into emptiness, the power of myriad laws returning to silence raged.

The golden lotus petals flying across the sky shattered one after another.

Turning into specks of starlight.

The Buddha reappeared, standing, his golden lotus beneath him shattered by the combined efforts of Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi.

He himself was forced out anew, counting as having exchanged blows once, and for the first time falling into a disadvantage.

Yet his face still bore that lofty, elusive, inscrutable expression, as if he controlled everything.

He paid no heed to Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi, who were now catching their breath.

The Buddha turned his gaze to Tang Luo: "Fanning the fire with oil, flowers brocade. Pulling up seedlings to help them grow—you are killing them."

This was the first time since his appearance that the Buddha truly faced Tang Luo directly and spoke to him.

Zhu Bajie, Ao Yu, and the others all held their breath, waiting to see what kind of clash would occur between the two.

"Oh, is that so?" Tang Luo laughed, "You're afraid they'll kill you, aren't you?"

"How long can they hold out?" the Buddha said.

The condition of Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi was clearly abnormal; originally, they were burning themselves to gain strength.

Equivalent to the "Boundless Dharma" state, in reality it was merely a form of exploitation.

The empowerment of the Boundless Dharma was not simply Tang Luo pouring power into others; more often it was the unleashing of potential, yet it came with severe aftereffects.

Usually, it required the use of the Merit Jade Lotus to achieve optimal effect.

Tang Luo adding the Boundless Dharma to the self-immolating Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi was, as the Buddha said, pouring oil on the fire.

Now, the "breath recovery" speed of Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi was clearly abnormal.

They were balancing and controlling their own explosive power.

"For a long time, long enough to kill you." Tang Luo said.

"Kill me?" Unsure if it was an illusion, Zhu Bajie saw a hint of contempt appear on the Buddha's face.

"Don't believe me?" Tang Luo laughed, reaching out to point.

The fingertip ignited with a liuli flame, flew out, and split into two masses, each flying toward Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi.

"Demon flame!"

This time, the Buddha's expression truly changed.

The liuli flame flew slowly, even sluggishly, yet still landed on Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi.

The two remained motionless, accepting the flame heavy with demonic nature.

Without igniting into a raging blaze, the unstable, frenzied aura on Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi actually calmed and stabilized.

The two appeared completely normal.

But the golden hoop staff in Sun Wukong's hand emitted a sound as if it could not bear the weight.

He lowered his head to glance, opened his mouth, and spat out a liuli flame onto the golden hoop staff.

In an instant, the golden hoop staff was ignited, directly "digested," transforming into a rod entirely composed of translucent flame.

"Madman."

The Buddha gave Tang Luo a deep look, then took the initiative to strike for the first time.

He extended both hands toward Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi, bringing them together before him.

Heaven and earth were completely replaced by a pair of colossal palms.

Earlier, Jin Chanzi's palm had merely squeezed and confined heaven and earth; now the Buddha's palm was heaven and earth itself!

The palm appeared slow, yet in an instant it enveloped Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi within its grasp.

The Buddha's palm turned, yin and yang shifting, a chaos unfolded.

The shape of the palm vaguely formed the likeness of a furnace.

It looked somewhat like an Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Yin and yang creation, the furnace of heaven and earth.

He intended to forge and refine alive, to refine to death Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi!

The furnace formed, completely enveloping and swallowing the two.