Chapter 613: God of Half-Side, Tathagata Buddha (Ending)

Overseas.

LakeHeartIsland.

"Roar!

" A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar erupted, causing the entire island to tremble.

At the very center of LakeHeartIsland lay a lake. This lake could not be described as clear or murky like an ordinary lake; it was a fiery red, emitting a scorching heat as if it were magma. At this moment, it was boiling over completely, and a colossal beast emerged from the fire lake.

The moment this colossal beast appeared, it cast a massive shadow, kicking up waves dozens of feet high in the fire lake and venting energy in all directions.

Once the wind and waves calmed slightly, Yu Liancheng finally saw the dragon, one of the Four Great Divine Beasts. It was not the True Dragon of legend that could summon wind and rain, with scales and horns, but an ancient dragon left over from who knows how many tens of thousands of years ago, resembling a Tyrannosaurus rex. Its body was as tall as a mountain, its black scales shimmering with a metallic luster in the sunlight, carrying an unparalleled murderous aura.

"It really is a Tyrannosaurus rex."

Yu Liancheng's tone was somewhat disappointed.

But it didn't matter; a dragon that could provide a Dragon Essence was a good dragon.

Previously, after wiping out the Great Master and the Great Demon God, Yu Liancheng had returned to the Central Plains, while Dongying was left to be managed by Hayato Tianyin.

Hayato Tianyin had ambition and methods; he was a talent, and it was most appropriate for him to control Dongying.

As for that tiny, insignificant country, he could do whatever he wanted; if he developed designs on the Central Plains, Yu Liancheng wouldn't mind replacing him with someone else.

Of course, Hayato Tianyin was a man who knew the times, and having witnessed Yu Liancheng's methods in defeating the Great Master and the Great Demon God, he likely knew his limits.

After returning to the Central Plains and resting for a while, Yu Liancheng set his sights on this "Tyrannosaurus rex." The power of the Dragon Essence might not surpass the four essences refined from the Great Demon God, but it had the advantage of granting eternal youth and possessing the phenomenon of restoring the spirit, allowing one to recover instantly from any injury, no matter how severe.

The dragon's hiding place was extremely secretive.

But under the Heaven's Cry and the Jiukong Wujie, it had nowhere to hide.

The only trouble was that the dragon only appeared on the Day of Auspiciousness, which occurred once every sixty years. At that time, the Primordial Yang Qi between heaven and earth would reach its peak, which was also when the dragon was at its weakest.

However, Yu Liancheng had his own method: the Evil Emperor Relic. The Evil Emperor Relic still contained a significant amount of Di Shitian's True Qi, and Di Shitian had practiced the extremely Yang and rigid Heavenly-grade Maha.

Using the Evil Emperor Relic as the source, Yu Liancheng set up a "Profound Yang" Array. He caused the Primordial Yang Qi to erupt within a hundred-foot radius centered on the fire lake, creating a fake "Day of Auspiciousness."

Following that, the scene currently unfolding took place.

"Roar!

" With another roar, the dragon discovered Yu Liancheng. Its ferocity flared, and it unleashed a heaven-destroying, earth-shattering power as it lunged forward. In the original timeline, Duan Lang, who had consumed two Dragon Essences, had reached a state of near-invincibility, and it was only after Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, the Emperor, and Wuming fought it in succession that it was barely defeated.

But now, this dragon possessed the power of seven elements combined, plus such a formidable and massive body; it truly was a case of killing gods if gods stood in its way, and killing Buddha if Buddha stood in its way. Moreover, this Day of Auspiciousness was merely a false illusion created by the array, so its strength was fully preserved. Even for Yu Liancheng, fighting it head-on meant he could not deal with this beast in a short time.

Fortunately, the dragon had seven major weaknesses, which was precisely why Di Shitian had gathered seven warriors to slay the dragon in the original timeline.

Although Yu Liancheng was alone, a single move of "Ten Directions Invincible" allowed him to split into ten. Each displayed its unique skills; three clones were used to attract the dragon head-on, while the other seven launched attacks at its various weaknesses.

Before long, only a mournful cry was heard, and the Divine Dragon collapsed with a boom, causing the entire island to tremble incessantly.

Yu Liancheng descended slowly from the air, a massive, scorching hot Dragon Essence in his hand. With a surge of internal energy, he split the Dragon Essence into seven.

With the Dragon Essence, the capital for immortality was now in his hands.

Suddenly, a palpitation arose in Yu Liancheng's heart.

He cast his gaze toward a drop of blood on the ground.

He had also sustained minor injuries during the battle with the Divine Dragon.

Vaguely, he had a premonition that this drop of blood might lead to a string of troubles.

He reached out his palm, intending to completely annihilate this drop of blood.

But his palm stopped quickly, and a look of hesitation appeared between his brows.

Divine ability cannot overcome karmic force; take Xiongba for example, he had the destiny of an overlord, but in the end, he succeeded because of Wind and Cloud and failed because of Wind and Cloud. Even though there were countless experts in the Central Plains and Dongying, no one could stop him during his ten years of hegemony. Yet once his ten years of great fortune passed, he was destined to die at the hands of Wind and Cloud.

Although this drop of blood could be wiped away, that string of trouble could not be erased; perhaps it would be better to keep this karma within his own grasp.

Yu Liancheng sighed in his heart, held the Dragon Essence, and turned to leave.

In Wushuang City.

Yu Liancheng sat cross-legged.

He emptied his mind, used his Primordial Spirit to reflect upon the void, and entered a state of clarity and etherealness.

He did not know how much time had passed before he slowly opened his eyes.

"Although Xiao Sanxiao's Myriad Ways of the Forest can govern all martial arts in the world, it is not suitable for me. What I have learned is too miscellaneous, and I need to create a martial art to integrate them in order to unleash the strongest combat power."

The idea of creating a divine art to govern all his own martial arts had long been in Yu Liancheng's plan, but unfortunately, his learning was too scattered. He had fought across all directions and plundered countless martial arts; these had forged a vigorous foundation for him, which could be considered supreme in any world. But precisely because of this, reaching a higher level was even more difficult.

However, after the five years of settling down, coupled with his battle against the Great Master and his insights into the Myriad Ways of the Forest, Yu Liancheng's integrated governing technique already had a prototype.

Gui Cang Nine Paths: Heavenly Phenomenon Path, Divine Weapon Path, Jiemie Path, Xuanji Path, Self-Only Path...

But it was only a prototype. To go a step further, he would have to break down his original foundation and recast it. Moreover, he had already scraped together most of the martial arts of this world; it was time to leave.

Now that Wushuang City was managed by Mo Baisuzhen and had experts like Wuming and Wu Wudi sitting in command, even if hidden experts emerged, they wouldn't be able to stir up any trouble. He could leave at any time.

However.

Before leaving.

There was one thing he had always wanted to try.

Yu Liancheng's face showed hesitation, as if he were making an extremely important decision.

Finally, his eyes became firm. His gaze passed through layers of windows, looked toward the firmament, he slowly raised his middle finger, and spat out two words.

"Mother! Fucker!"

When these two words were spoken, Yu Liancheng felt a jolt, vaguely sensing an invisible power of a curse flooding toward him. His own essence, lifespan, soul, and even his destiny began to be affected.

"Damn."

Yu Liancheng did not dare to linger and instantly vanished from this world.

Year 2027 AD.

Earth's civilization is already highly developed, possessing various high-tech products; under the scouring of the torrent of technology, martial arts have long since become obsolete.

However, such a prosperous civilization is facing a catastrophic disaster. Scientists from various countries have discovered a massive asteroid cluster heading straight for Earth. In this heavenly tribulation, the current level of technology can only destroy a tiny fraction of the asteroids, while the remaining majority is enough to cause Earth to be completely destroyed and perish.

Governments around the world are at their wits' end, and everyone is on the verge of despair.

Just as humanity is about to be destroyed, a giant figure emerges in the firmament, standing tall between heaven and earth, transcending the mundane, as if a god—or rather, he is a god, a savior god. His black robes flutter, unlike modern attire. He slashes out a massive blade light, destroying the entire asteroid cluster. However, a small portion of the asteroids still falls, causing heavy casualties in several countries and nearly wiping them out.

According to investigations, that figure, resembling a deity, is similar to a peerless martial artist from thousands of years ago, a martial artist called—Yu Liancheng. And the blade light he slashed out is suspected to be the "Love of the City" from the Ten Great Terrors.

From then on, the Martial Dao flourishes once again, and Yu Liancheng is revered as the peerless Martial God, the Martial Ancestor, and the Savior.

……

Year 2566 AD.

A person stands atop Tianshan.

His aura is like an abyss, like the sea, stirring the wind and clouds.

He wears a strange metal mask on his face, stands with his hands behind his back, and overlooks the firmament and the human world, just like a god.

Like many madmen over these thousands of years, he compares himself to a god—Banbian Shen.

But the difference is that he truly possesses the means of a god. The fellows in the martial arts world of the past who compared themselves to gods and boasted of being heaven were nothing more than ants before him.

Banbian Shen believes that even the peerless Martial God from five hundred years ago is definitely not his match.

He can withstand a Nuclear Bomb with his physical body; a single strike in the Northern Hemisphere can cause a reaction in the Southern Hemisphere.

Of course, the reason Banbian Shen is so strong is also related to the legendary peerless Martial God.

Banbian Shen was once a scientist who possessed the supercomputer "Shenwu," which mastered all martial arts from ancient and modern times, both domestic and foreign, and pushed them all to the extreme.

And he himself, by chance, discovered a piece of blood-stained amber. And within that amber was contained a drop of the Martial God's blood.

Today, the body of Banbian Shen is precisely a shell recloned using the blood of the Martial Ancestor.

This is to say, beneath the face of Banbian Shen lies a face exactly identical to that of the peerless Martial God, Yu Liancheng.

And during the period of deducing all ancient and modern martial arts, Banbian Shen was shocked to discover that if one runs the Immeasurable Maha to the extreme, one can break the barriers of space and time and travel through the past, present, and future.

After discovering this secret, Banbian Shen conceived a crazy idea: to use the Immeasurable Maha to travel through space and time, return to the most ancient era, reenact the creation of the world as recorded in the "Bible," and create perfect humans according to his own ideas, rather than this greedy, selfish race of today.

In other words, he wants to become the Creator, become God, become Nuwa, and create the most perfect humans.

What a crazy idea this is.

And today, he will realize this wish.

He intends to use two clones to run the Immeasurable Maha to its peak and step into the ancient era.

The genes of those two clones come from Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, who lived in the same era as the Martial God; they are the ones most capable of unleashing the Immeasurable Maha. Banbian Shen has already designed everything; his years of planning were all for this day.

However, Banbian Shen does not wait for the cloned Feng and Yun.

Instead, an aura that transcends the mortal world suddenly descends; a figure in black robes flutters, looking at Banbian Shen with a smile on his face.

Although Banbian Shen boasts of being a god, upon seeing this person, the expression beneath his mask cannot help but reveal a look of terror.

"Banbian Shen, when I re-compiled the Ten Great Terrors and ranked you ninth, do you remember the final remark left about you?" The man speaks slowly with a smile on his face.

Banbian Shen's body trembles.

He naturally knows about the Ten Great Terrors, and even the reason he took the name Banbian Shen has an unspeakable connection to it. At the same time, a sentence cannot help but surface in his mind—it is precisely the final remark left about "Banbian Shen" over a thousand years ago.

——Yet 'I' alone decide the future, the past, and the present; who can be my match?

In the past, Banbian Shen did not care about this sentence, nor did he understand it. But at this moment, his eyes reveal a look of horror, as if he has finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

"'I' am me, have you finally understood?!" The man in black smiles slightly: "Since I have already decided the future, the past, and the present, how could I allow you to destroy all living beings?"

"Hmph, stop being arrogant. I have already reached the pinnacle of martial arts through Shenwu. Whoever comes to stop my plan today will only meet death."

Banbian Shen roars: "Even you, you must die!"

The next moment, a radius of a hundred miles turns into a vast ocean.

A vast ocean formed by True Qi, incomparably violent.

The snow-capped mountains collapse, and the ground caves in. Amidst a huge boom, brilliant light erupts from Banbian Shen's entire body, like the Great Sun in the firmament, crashing toward Yu Liancheng.

"Actually, it is very simple for me to deal with you now, but back then I left an ambush in this realm; if I don't use it, it would be a waste."

The man in black waves his sleeve, and a portal faintly appears in mid-air.

The moment the portal opens, a "Boom—" is heard, and Sword Qi pours out from the portal; it is a vast ocean of Sword Qi, boundless and endless, surging and roaring.

Banbian Shen throws a punch, directly shattering this Sword Qi Long River.

However, his vision suddenly blurs, and he has already stepped into a strange world.

A world that belongs to swords.

And from the moment he enters this world, the Sword Mountain, Sword River, Sword Pool, and sword paths all press and surge toward him; the entire world is targeting him.

Banbian Shen is not facing one person, but a world, and all the Sword Dao experts from ancient times to the present.

"Banbian Shen has been suppressed; that so-called Great Sun Tathagata..."

A ripple suddenly arises in the heart of the man in black, and he looks upward, through layers of floating clouds and layers of the firmament, straight to the endless space beyond the stars.

His figure trembles.

In this instant, he seems to see a pair of eyes.

A pair of indifferent and profound eyes.

This pair of eyes seems to have been silently observing everything from ancient times to the present, overlooking the long river of time.

As their eyes meet for a brief moment, the man in black has a moment of distraction, and the pair of eyes he saw earlier has already disappeared; everything is like a dream, a bubble, a shadow.

……

Lingshanshengjing, the Dao Field of the Fotu.

One by one, the Fotu, Bodhisattvas, and Lohan sit solemnly.

A great Buddha resided in the center, yet he sat upright upon a Black Lotus, his black hair cascading down, his expression carefree. He lowered his eyelids to gaze at his palm, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

The Buddha Kingdom was entirely within his palm.

A person from beyond the heavens entering his palm might perhaps be another stroke of fate and fortune.

The Black Lotus Buddha smiled slightly, propped up his body, looked around, and opened his divine eyes to survey the Three Realms and the Liudao.

Thirty-three years.

Thirty-three heavens.

Who is sending whom to reincarnation?

……

PS: Finally finished writing this volume. Tomorrow, the Immortal Execution, requesting monthly votes.