Legend of the Great Sage

e died here, even if he could not make it beyond the Nine Heavens, he did not want to let this life go to waste.
As long as he was still alive, even if he merely had a split second remaining, he would continue onwards.

A thought flashed through Taowu’s head. It’s far too strange.
Perhaps he really is the person of legends? Then he became even more vicious. A dead legend is not a legend!

“Release him!” A furious voice rang out.
The pale-white sea of flames incinerated the corpses of the million demonfolk and gathered together on a shiny skeleton in the centre of the sky.

The flames that were originally silent became turbulent now, like the flames of anger.

“You’re still bold enough to show yourself?” Taowu was rather surprised.
Since when did the path of white bone involve so much affection and sentiment?

Xiao An said nothing.
She condensed a pale-white bone claw from the flames and reached towards Taowu viciously.

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It dyed the surroundings a pale-white.
The bone claw had gathered all the Samādhi Flames of White Bone from the several million demonfolk corpses.
It was even larger than Taowu himself.
The strike was basically startling.

“If you had undergone the fifth heavenly tribulation, perhaps it might still pose a threat.” Taowu was unfazed.
With a swing of his hand, the bone claw collapsed, dispersing and turning back into regular Samādhi Flames of White Bone.

Her situation was similar to Tu Wancheng.
Xiao An had yet to achieve the fruit of Sakridāgāmi, so she struggled to control the Samādhi Flames of White Bone from several million demonfolk corpses.
If she were against a regular Demon Sovereign, then a single strike would have been enough to kill them, but it was rather insufficient against an embodiment of Taowu.

“Hmm?” The flames dispersed.
Taowu was just about to kill her in a single strike when he suddenly noticed the several dozen vicious Skeleton Demons charge towards the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous, the totem pole that belonged to him.

As it turned out, she was also aware that she posed no threat to Taowu.
The bone claw was merely a distraction.
What she was actually after was destroying the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous.

“An impressive idea.
Unfortunately, it’s useless.” Taowu pressed down with his hand again, and huge, black logs jutted up into the air, smashing apart every single Skeleton Demon.
She dodged again and again, but she was still struck by a log.
Her rib cage shattered, and she fell out of the air.

The Upraised Light abbot had finally found the successor of white bone that he had been searching for desperately, but he was astounded by how furious she was.
He gazed at the skeleton in the air before gazing at Li Qingshan.
Suddenly, he realised something and stood up.
He chanted the six-worded mantra, imbuing himself with the wisdom king.
He charged into the air and swung his sword at Taowu.
“Demon subduement!”

Taowu squinted his eyes slightly.
“Alright, bald ass.
You’ve come to die too.
You want to go to paradise? I’ll shatter your soul so you never reincarnate!”

He grabbed him in a single stroke to crush him.
Right when he waited for his existence to be completely erased, a beam of buddhist light descended from above and enveloped Taowu’s hand, silently reducing it to sand and exposing the Upraised Light abbot’s soul.
It shone with a gentle glow.

Auspicious clouds surged in the air.
The hymns and chanting seemed within arm’s reach, yet also well beyond reach, inspiring the hearts of people.

Taowu jolted.
“The receiving light of the buddha!”

The light of the buddha came from the Western Paradise Sukhāvatī.
It was the buddha himself welcoming and receiving him, a treatment that no regular monk could enjoy.

He came to a realisation.
He was not the only observer.

The Upraised Light abbot’s expression was peaceful.
He brought his palms together.
“Qingshan, I can only help you up to here.
You have a heart of benevolence and a destiny with the buddha.
You will definitely achieve extraordinary things.” A smear of sorrow then appeared.
“Form is no other than emptiness, and emptiness is no other than form.
That is not something I do not understand.
The world is not a pure land, and many of the living creatures are foolish too, but they are worth our sacrifices.
Namo Amitābha!”