Chapter 569: Reaching the other shore, Buddha attained enlightenment
Amidst all the chaos, there are majestic heavenly palaces and a series of fairy palaces.
Chaos stone pillars rise from the ground one by one and submerge into the Qingming. Along with the blooming of the immortal fairy light, the aura of the supreme avenue rises and falls.
What he saw before his eyes shocked the geniuses of all races in the world and trembled from the bottom of their hearts.
This is the ruins of the Heavenly Palace at the end of the myth, and it is also the place where the Immortal Emperor established his religion.
Since the completion of the only ancient road, those who can finally reach this place are all the most amazing talents in the world.
Only a few people at a time are qualified to enter this heavenly palace on the other side, no more than ten at most.
However, today, dozens of people arrived here together, which is the largest number ever.
"Um?"
Amitabha seemed to have noticed something, and his brows could not help but frown slightly, and then he raised his eyes and looked at the geniuses.
Except for the magical peacock, Yu Cang and a few other people, the rest of the geniuses from all races were bound by the shining chains of the Great Law, making it difficult to move at all.
Everyone was extraordinary, and when they sensed the majestic and immortal charm of the Dao, which seemed to be majestic and transcendent of the mortal world, they all suddenly realized it.
Yes, the Immortal Emperor has already taken part in creation, and the world of mortals is an immortal. Since he has left a plan here, how can future generations of geniuses and heroes easily break it?
After thinking about this, Amitabha put his hands together and immediately expressed his apology to everyone.
The geniuses of all ethnic groups shook their heads: "What did the Buddha do wrong? It was us who overstepped our bounds and offended the Immortal Emperor's majesty. This is what we should do."
"Buddha, you should hurry up and get in front of the Chaos Stone Pillar. Don't worry about me."
Everyone was by no means ignorant, and they calmly accepted the fact that they were not destined for heavenly power.
Besides, being able to see the scene on the other side with my own eyes this time was already a worthwhile trip.
Amitabha confirmed again and again that the divine chains on everyone's bodies would not endanger their lives, and then left.
As Amitabha and Yu Cang and others gradually approached, the supreme aura on the chaotic stone pillars became more majestic and majestic.
The supreme avenue collides, billions of strands of gods intertwine, and the fairy clouds sparkle, as if the heavenly voice of the avenue is ringing in your ears, and you will immediately fall into the deepest state of enlightenment.
The few people who were recognized by this place immediately stepped forward impatiently and sensed the immortal mark left by the Supreme Being.
Even if they are from transcendent forces in the universe, the appeal of the ultimate heavenly power to them is still unparalleled, and Amitabha is no exception.
There was a faint twinkle of wisdom in his eyes, and he finally selected three supreme scriptures - "The Heavenly Gong of Cutting Down the Dao", "Yuanhuang Dao Jing", and "The Immortal Sutra of Creation".
And after a few people made their choices and imprinted the incomparably mysterious scriptures into their hearts, the layout of the Heavenly Palace on the other side was immediately touched, with a flash of brilliance.
Mottled for a moment, when everyone opened their eyes again, they were already above the forbidden sea.
Amitabha looked around and saw that everyone who had been bound by the divine chain of laws was safe and sound, and then he felt relieved.
The trial of the only ancient road has come to an end. Some people are frustrated and some are melancholy, but in the end they still have to go their separate ways.
All kinds of cause and effect, fate gathers and fate disperses, there is no need to force it.
Amitabha dismissed all the heroes who followed him, except for the ferocious peacock, which remained with him for the time being...
Before parting, Amitabha also asked Yu Cang about his plans.
The latter's answer is quite ridiculous.
"Hmph! If I lose to you, a stinky monk, I have no chance. I can only hope that someone among my descendants can save this situation for me, so let's give up!"
Hearing this, even Amitabha couldn't help but smile:
"My Buddha is compassionate, and fellow Taoists cherish me."
…
On the top of Mount Sumeru, Amitabha Buddha is sitting cross-legged in the ancient hall, with his eyes slightly closed and a smile on his lips.
Behind him, there is endless Buddha light steaming, and the phantom shadows of many ancient Buddhas appear, accompanied by the devout prayers of hundreds of millions of sentient beings, and countless beliefs in the world of mortals.
When Moro stepped into the hall, what he saw was
Such a scene.
It was born at the end of mythology and has gone through the entire ancient times. Even though it has been in self-isolation for most of the time, it is now extremely old.
But being able to see the true Buddha come to this world during his lifetime is already considered complete.
"Master." Amitabha stood up and bowed respectfully.
He immediately raised his eyes again and looked at the side of the hall, where a certain golden statue looked out of place, dressed as a Taoist priest, and said:
"My disciple has something that I don't understand, so I would like to ask you, Master. What kind of kindness did this kind and holy Buddha show to me, Sumeru, in the past?"
As for the true identity of the Holy Buddha of Grace, Amitabha has already made some guesses in his mind.
Hearing this, Moro raised his eyebrows, but did not choose to answer directly. Instead, he led Amitabha to a forbidden place deep in Mount Sumeru.
It was an ancient cave, and even though more than a million years had passed, it still seemed to have some kind of palpitating aura circulating around it, making Amitabha's expression solemn.
Looking up, it was pitch black in the ancient cave. It was a black charcoal-like rough stone. Even if the Buddha's light was dense, it still could not change it.
After a moment, Moro let out a long sigh:
"In the past, Xumi suffered a great calamity. If it had not been for the help of Daofu Tianzun, how could Xumi be prosperous today?"
"At that time, the entire Mount Sumeru was transformed into purgatory, and this place was naturally not spared. The purple-gold divine iron in it could no longer manifest magical powers, and I don't know if it could—"
At this point, Moro suddenly paused.
I saw that the originally crude and ugly black coal, nourished by the pure power of Amitabha Buddha, actually blossomed into celestial glory again.
At the same time, the four characters "all living beings are to be feared" appeared and were imprinted in the void.
Feeling the extremely familiar Taoist rhyme coming from it, Amitabha couldn't help but sigh:
"This is Tianzun's warning to future generations."
After bowing respectfully, Amitabha took out the purple gold sacred iron.
Divine Iron was born in Mount Sumeru and was born imbued with Buddha's will. It was supposed to be the supreme immortal material of Buddhism.
It is a pity that he suffered subsequent tribulations and almost all his divinity was consumed, and now he is almost equal to waste, but Amitabha does not think so.
For a long time after that, Amitabha Buddha carried this piece of purple gold sacred iron with him and followed him into the world to practice.
For nearly a thousand years, Amitabha Buddha has still practiced his own way, and his footprints have spread all over many ancient star fields, universally benefiting all spirits and transcending all sentient beings.
And that piece of purple gold divine iron, after repeated sacrifices to Amitabha, was tainted with his pure compassion and merit, and finally manifested the Buddha's light again, even more than before.
…
"boom!"
On this day, somewhere in the desolate star field, with a huge roar that resounded throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, a vast and boundless sea of tribulation descended, as if it was about to submerge the human world.
Amidst the blazing thunder and the dazzling fairy light, a huge Buddha appeared, with the eternal blue sky above his head, his face compassionate and illusory and hazy.
In the Three Thousand Worlds, wherever Amitabha Buddha has ever walked, wherever there are Buddhists, the Buddha's light is transpiring, billions of wisps of auspicious clouds gather, and the power of faith in the mortal world surges, as vast as the ocean.
At the same time, regardless of race or cultivation level, hundreds of millions of Buddhists all felt the reaction. Their eyes seemed to have looked across the universe and saw the only true Buddha. They immediately chanted the name of the Buddha in unison: