"Buddha and I are one, revered by heaven and earth."
On the platform, Xinyuan raised his left hand to form the Fearless Seal, while his right hand pointed to the ground, forming the With Wishing Seal. His form and the Buddha's image behind him fused as if the Buddha himself had descended to save all beings.
Opposite him, sitting cross-legged in the palm of the Tathagata Dharma Form was Qing Yu. Without moving his body, in a mere thought, the Dharma Form launched a palm strike.
"Reaching God Divine Palm·Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere."
A more overwhelming Buddha Light, more domineering mighty Qi Force, the Buddha Light Qing Yu unleashed surged violently, subduing Xinyuan. Amid the sky full of Golden Lotus, the Tathagata Dharma Form became increasingly exalted, seemingly aspiring to rival the heavens in height.
Yet it was the white figure in the center of the Dharma Form's palm that drew the most attention. This tiny figure, compared to the monumental Dharma Form, attracted all eyes as he launched another powerful strike.
"Welcoming Buddha to the Western Heaven."
"Brahma Sea Buddha Purification."
Xinyuan also made his move. Before the Buddha's image, a Swastika Rune flew out, manifesting a Brahma Sea to counter the power of the Reaching God Divine Palm.
"Boom——"
Golden Qi waves and golden palm force, though both attacks bore the same hue, were as incompatible as fire and water. As they clashed in midair, the Qi Force shattered against one another, leaving a rain of gold to fall.
"Vajrasattva Mahā."
Xinyuan changed his move. The Buddha Light transformed into a golden Vajra Glass. The Buddha image reached out with a golden Buddha hand, possessing boundless durability and unbreakable strength.
With one palm strike, both Buddha Light and palm force were flattened.
"The Esoteric Sect's Vajra legacy." Qing Yu's eyes glowed gold, having discerned the origin of this move.
Back when Qing Yu defeated the grassland and killed the Golden Wolf Khan on the Grassland Sacred Mountain, the Vajra Seat, one of the spoils of war, was stolen by Xinyuan. From this Vajra Seat, he obtained the fundamental Vajra legacy of the Esoteric Sect, which he now used against Qing Yu.
"Reaching God Divine Palm·Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers."
Force against force, Qing Yu also unleashed his dominating palm technique, not retreating a bit.
The essence of the Reaching God Divine Palm is supreme strength and grandeur, and while each move has its wonders, its core remains formidable power. In a test of might, the Reaching God Divine Palm is not inferior to the Vajra legacy.
The Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers technique is the most straightforward and powerful head-on strike.
"Crack——"
Two golden Buddha palms clashed, and under the resplendent golden light, a dark fissure split between them.
Under the clash of titanic forces, space was as fragile as paper, mercilessly torn apart. At the ends of the fissure, the two Buddha palms collided again under their masters' cold gazes.
It was like a mythic battle of giants, where neither side clashed in person, instead driving the incarnations of their power to strike each other.
From afar, it appeared as if two Buddhas were locked in combat. Up close, in the eyes of many Buddhists, these two seemed no less than living Buddhas. This was a battle of Buddhas.
"Boom——"
"Bang——"
Each strike brought forth cataclysmic Qi Force, sounding like thunder from a clear blue sky. If not for Wula constantly guiding, chaos would have already erupted in the arena.
In the midst of the unnoticed or deliberately concealed spectacle, the Buddha Light and Buddha Power exploded from their clash were absorbed by the Swastika Rune, formed by Wula through the power of ten thousand monks, brewing a colossal force.
"Zen Heart Seal·Heavenly Zen Immovable."
Xinyuan suddenly formed seals with both hands, the Buddha image's hands moving accordingly, locking Qing Yu's Tathagata Dharma Form's palms. The Qi Force of four palms continuously collided, never once separating.
"Yi Yeshu, you fell into the trap."
Xinyuan emerged from the Buddha image, laughing aloud, "I must thank you for coming. Without you, the gate to the Pure Land could not have opened so swiftly."
"Buddhist Wula, act now!"
"Alright."
Wula agreed, and the Glazed Pagoda, pooling the power of ten thousand monks, cleverly borrowed the power of the two Dharma Forms in the heavens. Instantly, the sky filled with Sanskrit scripts, and countless Buddha images appeared, chanting in unison.
"Ten Thousand Buddha Array, rise! Open the Pure Land!"
With the power of three supreme warriors of Buddha and the support of ten thousand monks, the strongest stream of Buddha Light in the world was converged, opening the Pure Land's gate.
"Let every sentient being, sincerely wishing for joy, desiring to be born in my land, even if only for ten thoughts, if they are not born, I will not take true enlightenment."
Under heavy arrangements, a gap in the gate to the Pure Land finally opened in the sky and slowly widened. Precious trees adorned with treasures, hanging Yingluo, myriad colors, all kinds of transformations, boundless light and sound of wonderful Dharma...
Whatever people imagined of the Pure Land could be found beyond the gate.
"So that's it. No wonder you let me act as I pleased and battled me at the Great Zen Temple. So this was your true purpose all along."
Standing on the Buddha's palm, Qing Yu looked at Xinyuan opposite, unable to restrain his amazement.
Xinyuan's wit was truly remarkable, to utilize the power of such a formidable foe to prematurely open the gate to the Pure Land.
"What if it had not been I, but rather Lord Qingyu of the Taoist sect, or someone from another faction?" Qing Yu asked curiously.
This question had always intrigued Qing Yu. What would Xinyuan have done if the guest was not from the Buddha sect?
After all, Yi Yeshu, this alias had only appeared once before, and merely to stop Wula from acting. Among the enemies of the Buddha sect, the likelihood of Yi Yeshu appearing was perhaps the lowest.
Even the chances of Daqian or Northern Zhou making a move were higher than Yi Yeshu's.
"The Buddha's elite gathered here, if at such a moment a formidable enemy were to come, it could be said to be an unparalleled calamity. Under such circumstances, the difficulty of opening the Pure Land would correspondingly decrease. Moreover..."
His gaze swept over the people near the Futu Tower, Xinyuan's voice carried a hint of indifference, "Sacrifice of Divine Communication can become formidable help!"
At the side of the Futu Tower gathered a dozen Divinity Realm strongmen, among them, many were old monks nearing the end of their life. Just like those who had appeared years ago in the battle at the Divine Capital, prolonging their lives through methods similar to Withering and Flourishing Zen.
The existence of these people was to burn the last bit of brilliance for the Buddha sect, and using them here was just right.
"You truly are ruthless, Xinyuan Abbot," Qing Yu shook his head slightly.
"This is the great righteousness of the Buddha sect. Whether it is they or others, all have the enlightenment to sacrifice for the Buddha sect."
Xinyuan maintained the Seal of the Vajra with both hands, reinforcing the Buddha palm with the Diamond Heart, also restricting Qing Yu's Dharma Form, preventing it from breaking free or simply retracting.
"Yi Yeshu, don't struggle. I have long planned thoroughly. You may be the least likely to appear, but you are also the one least capable of sabotaging my plans. Struggle is futile."
The continuous guiding of Buddha Power opened the Pure Land gate, and that Other Shore was slowly taking shape.
Beautiful, pure, everything mankind could imagine as beautiful existed in the Pure Land, perfect yet also illusory, for such beauty is not tolerated by the world and does not exist within it.
"Haha."
Qing Yu suddenly laughed aloud, "I want to say, that plan targeting me is actually the least likely to succeed."
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