Three sarira floated up and down, their Buddhist light surging like waves, as if spanning past, present, and future, stabilizing the nearby four-colored sword qi, neutralizing its suppression. Thus, the Buddha Land expanded, lapis lazuli spread, and white lotuses bloomed across the ground.
The Bodhisattvas and Arhats who had gathered around Maitreya scattered and each sat cross-legged upon a lotus, interconnected, chanting the sacred titles in unison. With Dharmalankavyuha and Mahapratisara as pivots, they formed the fundamental Buddhist formation—the Myriad Buddhas Formation!
In ancient times at Vulture Peak, when the Buddha entered Nirvana and before Amitabha Buddha and Bodhi Ancient Buddha took action, the Saha Pure Land used Ananda and Kasyapa as the core to deploy the Myriad Buddhas Formation, attempting to resist the invasion of the Demon Sage and his host of Celestial Great Sages, buying time for their own Transcendent to arrive.
In an era where only Transcendents could oppose Transcendents, even with Vulture Peak’s uniqueness, daring to confront the Demon Sage with the Myriad Buddhas Formation was enough to prove the unshakable strength of this fundamental formation, as solid as a diamond and enduring countless aeons.
Unfortunately, at a critical moment, Ananda betrayed them, and the entire formation collapsed. This mighty array had not reappeared in the world until today. However, the Bodhisattvas and Arhats forming the array were ultimately not Buddhas themselves, unable to restore its ancient glory or achieve completeness.
Even so, Meng Qi, gazing down upon the Buddha Land from above, heard waves of chanting in his ears, smelled the pure and serene sandalwood fragrance, and saw golden myriad-character symbols forming layers of forbidden techniques within his vision. Each symbol seemed to be a golden-bodied Buddha, chanting in unison: “The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and there is a shore!”
At this moment, the earthly Buddha Land seemed to transform into a colossal, illusory Buddha composed of countless golden-bodied Buddhas of normal size, its face blurred, its color golden yellow, filled with an ancient, solemn aura.
Seeing the illusory form of the Myriad Buddhas Formation, Meng Qi felt as if he were seeing himself.
No, not just himself, but also Tathagata.
The Buddha Tathagata!
This Myriad Buddhas Formation is not to be underestimated—it can even manifest the Buddha’s image… Meng Qi focused intently, his heart solemn.
The area previously converted by Maitreya also rose countless white lotuses and golden myriad-character symbols, merging seamlessly with the formation into one unified Buddha Land, preventing Meng Qi from reclaiming those areas for now, greatly reducing Maitreya’s earlier gains.
Maitreya wore a smile, his eyes narrowed into lines, half-asleep, while the golden body at his shoulder, bitten by Xiaotian Can, shimmered faintly with light, slowly repairing itself.
Meng Qi remained silent for two heartbeats, then whispered an order to Xioatian Can before laughing aloud: “Buddha Dailai, let me test this Myriad Buddhas Formation!”
As his voice faded, his body suddenly expanded, imitating the heavens and earth, becoming even vaster than the Buddha Land that covered most of Jiangdong, a giant facing a “golden Buddha”!
His right hand curled, one finger at a time, into a fist. All the acupoints on Meng Qi’s body opened, revealing vast cosmic scenes. Each scene contained a brilliant galaxy, which flew forth, interweaving into clouds that gathered at his fist. Without summoning his projections, merely using the power of his own acupoint cosmos, he displayed might nearly equal to a normal legend.
If his true form were present, with the Inner World manifesting the embryonic form of a multiverse—though his connections to “other selves” remained constrained, limiting his ability to harness greater cosmic forces—Meng Qi could still hold his own against the likes of Feng Dian and the other four divine envoys.
Is the Indestructible Primordial Body something ordinary?
“It’s still not enough!” Meng Qi roared, darkness emerging around him, forming into swirling vortices. Within each vortex appeared an image of his “other selves”—creators like Brahma, the Gate of All Doors—each rushing their power into his fist.
His mountain-sized fist became abnormally heavy, distorting and collapsing the surrounding void into a single point. Even the Bodhisattvas and Arhats within the Myriad Buddhas Formation felt the terrifying pressure.
He gathered all the power his avatar possessed—a slow process that left him vulnerable, yet Maitreya did not attack him, nor did Dharmalankavyuha and Mahapratisara activate the Myriad Buddhas Formation to strike. They all recognized it as a trap.
Attacks from outside the Buddha Land would be suppressed, and since the enemy was everywhere, they couldn’t land a hit. Rushing in recklessly would only expose vulnerabilities, giving the enemy a fleeting chance to strike.
Therefore, they ignored him and continued expanding the Buddha Land, converting the people, maintaining their unshakable stance.
You do your thing; we’ll do ours!
Seeing that the bait failed, Meng Qi wasted no more time. He suddenly roared: “All things return to emptiness!”
His right hand shot forth, crashing downward. Just moments ago it was high in the sky, now it had already reached the surface of the Myriad Buddhas Formation. The heavens and earth seemed compressed in that instant, like stacked sheets of thin paper, dark and lightless.
Bang!
One golden-bodied Buddha after another collapsed, yet quickly reformed. Layer upon layer of the formation’s forbidden techniques dissolved, only to regenerate immediately.
Meng Qi’s full-force strike in his avatar form couldn’t move the formation in the slightest, and the scattered shockwaves were absorbed by the formation, transforming into Buddhist radiance.
As Meng Qi attacked, white lotuses bloomed across Guangling, and the ancient city was bathed in Buddha light. Since ancient times, it had fallen for the first time—fallen without resistance. The Wang family, having lost its foundation, fled into a hidden paradise.
Faced with the unstoppable Myriad Buddhas Formation, Meng Qi’s hair and beard bristled, as if truly enraged. He shook his body, transforming into Zhujin, the human-faced, serpent-bodied, crimson-red Zhujin, with eyes that blinked between winter and summer, spring and autumn, making the Myriad Buddhas Formation experience an entire year’s cycle in an instant, causing its techniques to momentarily falter.
Taking advantage of this temporal anomaly, Meng Qi lashed out with his tail, aiming precisely at the weak spot he had deduced.
The Eight-Ninths Metamorphosis wasn’t just brute force; adapting to different enemies was its essence!
At that very moment, the three sariras atop Maitreya’s Dharmakaya began to rotate gently, unleashing surging waves of Buddhist radiance. The temporal anomaly vanished in an instant, rendered incapable of disrupting the Myriad Buddhas Formation once more. The tail strike proved utterly ineffective.
Faced with this, Meng Qi couldn’t help but silently sigh. With Maitreya holding the line and Dharmalankavyuha and Mahapratisara, two legendary Bodhisattvas, as the formation’s pivots, even if Meng Qi’s true body were here, using the Three Pure Ones Transformation, suppressing with the Sword Formation of Slaying Immortals, and employing every martial and divine technique at his disposal, he still couldn’t break through the Myriad Buddhas Formation.
Just facing Maitreya alone, Meng Qi knew he had little chance of victory!
Taking a deep breath, Meng Qi, as if defying fate, raised his right palm again, collapsing the cosmos within his acupoints and refining the power drawn from his “other selves.” This time, it wasn’t the Return to Emptiness technique, but a sword-like Daoist cutting method—to cleave through the Myriad Buddhas Formation and open a new sky!
A flash of pale gold lit his right hand as the blade of light slashed downward toward the formation. The Bodhisattvas and Arhats remained unmoved, eyes lowered, still chanting Maitreya’s sacred title.
They believed in the unshakable strength of the Myriad Buddhas Formation.
Suddenly, from within the converted Guangling, a black shadow darted out—not attacking the alert Maitreya, but instantly rushing to Dharmalankavyuha’s side. It bit through the layers of protective lapis lazuli guarding the formation’s pivot point and sank its fangs into Dharmalankavyuha’s shoulder—it was Xioatian Can!
Following Meng Qi’s orders, it had not attempted to ambush Maitreya again, but instead infiltrated Guangling, waiting for the Buddha Land to expand and envelop the city. Then, at the most critical moment, it struck the formation’s pivot point.
Xioatian Can violently shook its head, dragging Dharmalankavyuha from his position, causing the formation’s techniques to instantly falter. One golden-bodied Buddha after another vanished; each myriad-character symbol became illusory.
Meng Qi had been attacking relentlessly, his previous strikes seemingly futile, but all were meant to wait for this moment—the chance for an inside-outside collaboration—how could he possibly let it slip away?
His hand flashed, the blade of light cut down, and the layers of the Myriad Buddhas Formation parted, revealing the Buddha Land within.
Dharmalankavyuha, caught by the dog’s bite and struck by the blade, had no choice but to abandon his position as the pivot, flashing into the sky above Guangling. His golden body cracked, and his divine consciousness trembled.
Maitreya sighed, slowing his healing process. Instantly, the three sarira atop his head appeared before Meng Qi’s descending blade, rolling waves of Buddhist light blocking the strike.
Xioatian Can roared, filling the sky with countless dog shadows, wildly biting at the Bodhisattvas and Arhats. Only due to Mahapratisara’s timely intervention was the Buddha Land spared from disaster.
But regardless, the Myriad Buddhas Formation had been broken!
Now, we can stall until the big brother returns… Meng Qi never believed he could defeat Maitreya with just his avatar; he merely aimed to delay.
…
Within a universe where Nezha and the Bull Demon King battled fiercely, the fox Qingqiu calculated the timing and gritted his teeth: “No more delays!”
As he spoke, his Demon Sage Spear blazed with brilliant light, releasing streams of cosmic energy, forming a thirty-three-story jeweled pagoda!
Since the days of Vulture Peak, the Demon Sage Spear had awakened to the legendary level!
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Shaoshuan, Xi’e, Jiang Zhiwei, and Lu Wuming fought together against the Three Divine Envoys of the Luo Sect, gradually breaking through the Lampbearer Envoy’s “Ten Directions Wanderer Lapis Lazuli Realm.”
But just then, the Three Envoys’ auras intersected, merging into a central dark vortex.
The dark vortex emitted a clear glow, revealing the depths of the Vacuum Home!
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Amidst the vast starry sky, outside the Sword Formation of Slaying Immortals, the white-furred giant ape gazed silently, its eyes gleaming with dark light.
Suddenly, Yuan Hong smiled faintly, shook his body, and transformed into a tall, mighty man wearing a flat-topped crown, a bright yellow robe, handsome and coldly charismatic—none other than Gao Lan!
Then, he flew into the sword formation.
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Dharmalankavyuha, struck hard by Xioatian Can’s bite, suffered a wound that was neither slight nor severe. Seeing the Myriad Buddhas Formation broken and the Pure Land in chaos, with dog barks echoing everywhere like a bustling market, a sudden surge of inexplicable anger rose in his heart.
Immediately, he sensed the anomaly in his emotions, softly chanting Maitreya’s sacred title, regaining his calm, and planning to team up with Mahapratisara to capture Xioatian Can.
Suddenly, his entire body trembled as if plunged into an icy cavern, his golden form and wisdom seemingly frozen solid. In his vision, a glazed golden hand soared out from Guangling City, its palm splitting open to reveal a colossal maw lined with forty Buddha teeth!
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