Legend of the Great Sage

utes.
Midnight grew closer and closer.
Yin prospered as yang declined.

The darkness grew deeper as if he had returned to Ruin’s End.

The Sangharama God had searched through most of the river, rapidly approaching where Li Qingshan was hiding.

At this moment, every passing second seemed so slow and sluggish.

There were still fifteen minutes!

The army of Sangharama Gods spread along the riverbed, already five kilometres away.

Three thousand metres… three hundred metres… thirty metres… three metres…

“I found you!”

The tens of thousands of Sangharama Gods said together, shaking the weakwater and kicking great waves into the air.

Li Qingshan rose up with his sword, slashing through the turbulent swell.

The sword qi was cold, killing off almost a thousand small Sangharama Gods, but it was nothing compared to the rest.

Immediately, all the clones merged together, looking down from the clouds.

“Hold on, I have something to say!” Li Qingshan yelled out, hoping to buy a little more time.
Yes, just a little more time was enough.

However, the reply he received were the crossed, falling swordbreaker clubs.

Before the startling strike had even landed, the sound of the collided clubs had already shaken up his Origin Soul, leaving him completely open.
He basically lost his grip over the ancient bronze sword.

The invisible, weaving laws of the world sealed off all possibility of dodging.

Transform into the qilin? There was no time! Drawing the Mountain-moving tablet? There was no time.

Facing death, even a second was so precious, yet it was beyond reach.

Even these thoughts could not be processed in time.
Only two words leapt out at him. Done for!

Boom!

The four hundred kilometres of the River of Flowing Sand, the fifteen hundred kilometres of weakwater, split into two from the strike.

Li Qingshan blinked his eyes.
There was a bang.
His heartbeat sounded like rumbling thunder. I’m not done for!?

Time continued to flow.
The water thrown into the air poured down like rain, sprinkling over the empty riverbed.

His dark eyes reflected a golden-red figure, receiving the falling clubs.

The Sangharama God’s expression changed, but no matter how much his muscles worked, no matter how furious he was, the clubs refused to budge.

Li Qingshan’s heart leapt.
“Y- you’re…”

Under the Phoenix-feathered Violet-golden Headdress, his golden fur drifted about like dazzling sunlight.
He looked back with a smile, as innocent and beautiful as a child’s.
His scarlet and golden eyes seemed to peer into his past and present lives.

“Traitor!!!” The Sangharama God’s furious roar shook the world, but within his indignation was a sense of powerlessness.

The scarlet and golden eyes turned towards the Sangharama God.
He pursed his lips and shook off the clubs, picking his ear with his little finger and removing a golden needle.
With a swing, it turned into a colossal staff.
He pushed it upwards as if he wanted to poke a hole in the sky.

The Sangharama God’s colossal figure was immediately blown away, off to who knows where.

Li Qingshan wanted to approach him when midnight arrived.
Yin and yang replaced one another.
From the extremes of yin birthed yang.

At that instant, the laws of the entire pure land halted slightly.

Vaguely, he could sense the surging of demon qi.
He could hear the roaring of demonic beasts.

Throughout the world, countless demonic caverns suddenly opened before rapidly closing again.

“Kid, you’re the person that old ox chose.
You’re even more interesting than I thought you’d be!”

Li Qingshan slightly adjusted to being watched by the scarlet and golden eyes.
Only then did he notice that that was the most handsome face he had ever seen.
It was not the so-called handsomeness by worldly standard, but a flawless handsomeness of hardness and strength.

A demonic cavern suddenly opened beneath him.
He hesitated over whether to enter it or not.
A hand pressed against his chest and pushed him gently.

“We will meet again.”

“Hold on…”

Li Qingshan fell into the demonic cavern, and darkness closed before his eyes.
The scarlet and red figure was gone.
He was lost in despondence.

Above the weakwater, the scarlet and golden eyes suddenly gazed up, through the floating clouds, the skies, beyond the stars.
He smiled furiously.
“Old codger Tathāgata! The crisis is imminent! How much longer can you keep me trapped for?”

Beneath the bodhi tree, the buddha laid on his side, supporting his head with his right arm and holding his left hand open.

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As if he had heard something, he looked down on his palm, meeting with the scarlet and golden eyes.

The endless stretch of land that was Sukhāvatī all lay within the palm of his hand.

Their eyes met for a while, and he smiled, sitting up.
He looked around.
Golden tiles covered everywhere as the golden leaves rustled.

With a gust of wind, they clinked away, producing a wondrous rhythm, coupled with the cries of strange birds.
It was calming.

In the distant age, before the Great Thunderclap temple had been founded, before Mahāyāna Buddhism had been established, this was once where the buddha primarily gave his sermons, Jetavana.