Chapter 574: Return My Evil Bone

That beam of Buddha light was majestic and dazzling, golden and radiant, bursting forth from Xingchen's tiny body.

Previously affected by the evil bone, the gloomy red light all over his body completely disappeared.

I never expected that at this critical juncture of me and A Cheng practicing sensory linkage, Xingchen actually completed the transformation of the evil bone.

As the Buddha light formed sword qi that slashed out, a copper coin net formed above my head, protecting this space of mine.

I furrowed my brow.

Sword qi…… copper coin net……

I focused my gaze toward Xingchen's rear, and indeed saw the Copper Coin Person and Liu Junyan both drooping their heads.

Although they still maintained the posture of sitting cross-legged with one hand resting on Xingchen's back, it was obvious that they had both overextended themselves and temporarily fainted.

No wonder Xingchen could suddenly break through; it turns out Liu Junyan and the Copper Coin Person gave him unreserved double support.

One is the Reward Body Buddha, the other is the representative of the Response Body Buddha.

Both have high Xiūwéi, and are also endowed with Merit.

Their unreserved lifting of Xingchen—how is it not a salvation?

A bolt of lightning struck down without warning, precisely hitting Xingchen.

The flesh, torn by sword qi and then remerged, visibly shrank at the moment the heavenly thunder exploded.

This heavenly thunder came too suddenly; the souls along the river had no time to dodge, were partially affected, and in an instant turned to ashes.

Immediately followed by the second, third……

In total, five bolts of heavenly thunder struck, each hitting Xingchen squarely, each with power not to be underestimated.

But strangely, these five heavenly thunderbolts seem unlike any Heavenly Tribulation we have experienced before.

These five heavenly thunderbolts struck Xingchen without causing any harm; instead, near his head, the lightning twisted into a strand and drilled straight into the top of his head.

With each heavenly thunderbolt that fell, Xingchen's body flickered as if electrified; I don't know if it's my illusion, but his body also seemed to grow a size larger.

One or two heavenly thunderbolts were not noticeable, but after the five ended, I saw the figure opposite almost double in size, looking like a boy of seven or eight, and I was deeply shaken.

When I held him, I knew he grew by absorbing Spiritual Qi, Merit, and other such forces.

But I never expected that after his birth, he would be the same.

After everything calmed down, the feather mark inherited from me between Xingchen's brows turned golden!

A pair of wings on his back suddenly unfolded, golden feathers covering the entire wings, Buddha light swirling around, somewhat blinding.

This is… the Solar Divine Bird?!

The transformation of the evil bone is the sign of the Sān jiǎo yā ascending to become the Solar Divine Bird.

This is also the realm that Dìshì and his father, spending their lives in petty striving, could never reach.

But Xingchen could obtain it effortlessly.

No, Xingchen also did not obtain it effortlessly, but he was fortunate, having the combined support of his father and the Copper Coin Person.

This in itself is also a kind of fortune, isn't it?

The Dharma Body Buddha is by nature a favorite of the heavenly way, isn't it?

"On what grounds?!"

A sharp, defense‑breaking sound came from above my head.

"On what grounds?!"

One after another.

It seemed as if thousands of mouths above our heads were speaking at once.

Those mouths hidden in the flesh and blood belonged to the wailing spirits.

But these voices arise quickly and disappear just as fast.

When the surroundings calmed again, my heart rose to my throat.

I'm not afraid of the wailing spirits breaking through defense; I fear they might suddenly hide and fall silent.

That is the sign that it is preparing to seize Xingchen's body.

Surely, before Xingchen's mortal form could transform into the Solar Divine Bird, countless bits of flesh fell down, densely covering Xingchen, constantly wriggling as if seeking a breach to burrow into.

"Sister, hold steady."

A Cheng's voice suddenly rang out.

Seeing Xingchen's current situation, my mind was unsettled; I hated to not immediately step in to help.

A Cheng promptly pulled my consciousness back.

I closed my eyes, striving to calm myself.

Xingchen temporarily drew the wailing spirits' attention, buying time for me and A Cheng; I must seize the opportunity, focus wholeheartedly and give my all!

The sound of writhing flesh, mixed with a strong stench of blood, almost filled the entire space.

But soon, the wailing spirits' collapse sounded again: "Wrong! This is wrong!"

"How could you possibly not be the Solar Divine Bird?!"

"You clearly have wings and a golden feather mark between your brows; how could you not be a bird, not belonging to the Feng Clan?!"

"Useless thing!"

"Where did you put the evil bone?!"

"Return my evil bone!"

"Return my evil bone!"

Accompanied by the wailing spirits' cries, a powerful Yīnfēng rose from the ground, encircling Xingchen to form a vortex that spun like a tornado.

The flesh, swirling with the Yīnfēng and blood qi, continuously piled up, once again forming that blood‑flesh monster over three meters tall and immensely sturdy.

Between each layer of flesh, a monk's head was deeply embedded.

When those heads chanted sutras simultaneously and Buddhist sounds filled the entire space, I suddenly realized why this thing would be named the Flesh-and-Blood Guanyin.

It matches the egret perfectly.

It is formed from endless accumulation of flesh and blood, and also fused with too many monks' souls and Mana; this is a Buddhist monster.

But the next moment, Xingchen's lips began to move.

A continuous stream of sutra chanting poured from his mouth, each word sonorous and clear, as if carrying layers of Mana, striking straight at the Flesh-and-Blood Guanyin.

The moment Xingchen's sutra chanting rang out, it disrupted the monks' chanting within the flesh and blood, but gradually the chanting became orderly again, actually matching Xingchen's chanting in tone.

As the monks' chanting within the flesh and blood was brought onto the proper path by Xingchen, strands of Buddhist light actually seeped out from between the monks' brows, trickling into the flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood began to writhe and squeeze incessantly, blood flowing down along that massive body…

Just as I thought Xingchen had already controlled those monks' heads, a sutra chant suddenly came from within the Flesh-and-Blood Guanyin.

This sutra chant came from the egret.

The egret has cultivated for many years, is proficient in Buddhist Dharma, has even walked the world for ten-some years, and its attainment in Buddhist Dharma is not low.

The egret facing Xingchen is a contest between the two, and also a showdown of Buddhist Dharma Xiūwéi.

Indeed, after the egret's sutra chanting interjected, the monks' chanting within the flesh and blood was quickly pulled back by the egret.

The Buddhist light within the flesh and blood was thus gradually absorbed into the body.

This is not a good omen!

Above our heads, wave after wave of birds gathered.

The Buddhist Dharma showdown between experts has a deadly attraction for them.

"Done."

A Cheng's voice sounded again, his tone deep with fatigue, yet one could feel his sense of relief after completing the task.

I also silently let out a breath, "synesthesia" ended, and in my mind the magical system of making dreams come true gradually formed.

Just as I was forming seals with my hands, preparing to jump into this Buddhist Dharma showdown, Xingchen suddenly rushed at that massive Flesh-and-Blood Guanyin and raised his small hand high.

The small hand of a seven- or eight-year-old child, slightly lifted toward the Flesh-and-Blood Guanyin's head.

This action was extremely bizarre and contrary to common sense; that pile of flesh actually froze for a moment, and then, under the gaze of all of us, it… slowly lowered its head…