Chapter 1777: Chapter 845: Opportunity! The Curtain Falls! (Part 2)
After a round of business bragging, the previous conversation was finally understood.
"What does King Yan intend to do with Spirit Mountain?"
Moluo was silent for a long time before asking again.
"What thoughts do you have, elder?"
If it were up to Chen Yuan’s nature, he would naturally exterminate the Buddhists, completely eradicating this major threat once and for all, thus allowing for lasting peace.
It would also be a way for the Buddhists to taste the bitter fruit.
However, if Moluo had any requests, Chen Yuan would not refuse, and even before taking action, he anticipated that Moluo would certainly speak up.
"Spirit Mountain is the head of the Buddhist, but it cannot represent the entire Buddhist. Buddhism is not without its merits, so... I hope to rebuild Spirit Mountain, to recreate the Buddhist.
I hope King Yan can consent."
Moluo said very sincerely.
Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and then said:
"In fact, the position I have saved for you, elder, is that of the future State Preceptor of Great Yan, to protect the nation’s fortune."
"I am, after all, a monk. Originally, I manifested into two forms, a Buddha phase, and a demon phase. Now, I am perfectly united and should transition from demon back to Buddha. The position of State Preceptor... should go to another benefactor.
Moreover, Spirit Mountain shall naturally submit to the court, under the jurisdiction of King Yan...."
Chen Yuan stared at Moluo, while Moluo looked at Chen Yuan. They were silent for a long time before the old Heavenly Master said nothing, turned around, and left. Finally, Chen Yuan nodded:
"Since your mind is made up, elder, I will not stand in your way and will abide by your wishes."
"Thank you, King Yan."
Moluo clasped his hands in gratitude.
...
Western Regions, somewhere in the void.
In the calm void, in a flash, the wind rose, and clouds surged. Endless Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy churned, forming a gateway, from which a tall figure tore through the void, stepping out somewhat unsteadily.
This transformation prompted the people of the Western Regions below to kneel or immediately hide in their homes, fearing that something significant had happened, given the previous continuous booming between Heaven and Earth.
It was as if the sky was falling, frightening countless people.
This person was naturally the fleeing Huang Ji.
His expression was very grim, his eyes slightly lowered as he glanced back in the direction of Spirit Mountain, a shadow cast over his heart.
He... was defeated!
Even joining forces with the Buddha could not prevail against Chen Yuan. In the end, he was scared away, fleeing like a stray dog, completely opposite to his initial confidence.
At first, when Huang Ji just broke free, he considered himself powerful, capable of overwhelming the Human World. Despite the terrifying tales of Chen Yuan, he felt no fear.
He even had the intention to suppress him.
Thus, establishing his own unbeatable fame.
Yet, the gap between expectations and reality was often unimaginably large.
A sense of indescribable defeat surged into his heart, accompanied by a trace of terror.
The Wu Feng Barbarian God and the Ge Mu Barbarian God both fell.
If nothing unexpected happened, the Buddha might die at Chen Yuan’s hands too.
Once the Western Regions matter was resolved, what if Chen Yuan came for him?
Four immortals joined forces, two of whom were Earth Immortals, yet they couldn’t do anything to Chen Yuan. In the end, three died, and one was injured. What could he use to resist Chen Yuan’s mighty power?
Will it take a Heavenly Immortal?
Perhaps a Heavenly Immortal could, but the gap between him and a Heavenly Immortal was too wide, not even reaching the later stage of the Earth Immortal, let alone the Heavenly Immortal level.
The next meeting might be his death date.
Though Huang Ji was unwilling to admit it, he knew it to be an undeniable fact.
This was exactly what he feared.
He had just broken free, gained his freedom, and in the prime of his life, how could he not fear death?
Now, Huang Ji only wished to return to a time when no enmity existed with Chen Yuan. If they could turn hostility into friendship, it wouldn’t be a bad thing, but unfortunately, it was too late now.
Chen Yuan wouldn’t spare him.
He could escape for a while, but not forever?
At this moment, Chen Yuan truly resembled the Grand Ancestor of Chu, whereas he might become a stepping stone.
Huang Ji took a deep breath and sighed lightly.
Now, he only wanted to think about how to survive.
All grand ambitions had turned into deep unease, unless he could hide somewhere, otherwise....
Huang Ji’s emotions were very complex, fear, terror, unwillingness, all surged at this moment. He looked back at Spirit Mountain one last time.
Then, he tore open the void and disappeared.
For now, he could only take it step by step.
He truly hoped Chen Yuan would die....
...
After leaving the void’s interstice, Chen Yuan and the old Heavenly Master Moluo emerged from the void together, allowing Jiang He and the others, who had been worried, to finally breathe a sigh of relief and let go of the burden in their hearts.
Then came genuine joy.
Victory!
Finally, victory!
Spirit Mountain would be destroyed too.
After this, the threats from both the eastern and western parts of the Central Plains would be entirely eliminated, an unprecedented achievement, almost matching the Grand Ancestor of Chu. Though they were not Chen Yuan.
They witnessed this history.
With great honor.
Li Su Qing’s beautiful eyes sparkled, full of admiration.
Such a remarkable man deserves the title of an emperor for the ages, and such a man is worthy of entrusting her two disciples to him, worth every cost.
The Goddess Palace will fully support him.
After declining for hundreds of years, the Goddess Palace will revive in her hands.
Joining the Taoist Divine Palace was undoubtedly the wisest choice she ever made.
Yang Huatian grinned; he used to be an old demon, whose name could make children cry in the South State. Now, as a strong figure under Chen Yuan, he would be lauded by countless people.
The feeling is truly satisfying.
Jiang He quietly smiled, maintaining his usual confidence in Chen Yuan.
The Savior Bodhisattva felt somewhat dazed, especially looking at Moluo, then at the bloody aura and the scattered remnants on the ground. For a moment, he felt complicated.
He may have been one of the four distinguished Bodhisattvas, but he ranked last, and even some Arhats dared to disrespect him as a Yang God solely because of his origins.
The demon race was undoubtedly an original sin.
He endured hundreds of years of suffering before being transformed, feeling disheartened, but unexpectedly received Moluo’s help and guidance wholeheartedly.
In turn, he reciprocated, willing to sacrifice himself.
Now, everything he put in was worth it.
Their goal succeeded, overthrowing Spirit Mountain!
He also overturned the mountain in his heart.
The once mighty, high and mighty Buddha, was finally dead....
"King Yan."
"King Yan."
The three of them flew in the air and approached; everyone saluted.
"Elder, Spirit Mountain is yours to handle." Chen Yuan nodded one by one, finally looking at Moluo.
"Alright."
Moluo nodded, looking at the Savior Bodhisattva, and smiled:
"The Buddha is dead, Spirit Mountain is destroyed, but the Buddhist is not extinct. I intend to restore Spirit Mountain, to rebuild the Buddhist. Would the Savior Bodhisattva assist me?"
The Savior Bodhisattva widened his eyes at Moluo’s serious words and nodded firmly:
"Though I don’t feel a belonging to Spirit Mountain, I deeply appreciate the vastness of Buddhism. Since Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is willing to rebuild Buddhism, I’m naturally willing to follow."
"Elder, you...." Jiang He and the others exchanged a glance, wanting to speak but stopping short.
"Although I lead the Buddhist, I am still the Daoist of the Taoist Divine Palace, still under King Yan. With me in charge, I can better secure the Western Regions for King Yan.
Such is a legacy for the ages."
"With your mind set, elder, I dare not stand in your way."
"I...."
Everyone expressed their stance.
"I will entrust the Western Regions to the Buddhist, but any stubborn remnants must be eradicated, not becoming future hidden dangers." Chen Yuan said gravely.
"Rest assured, King Yan. Despite the ordeals, I will propagate Mahayana Buddhism, and with many disciples, no fish will slip through the net." The Savior Bodhisattva immediately pledged.
"Since you have gained insight, elder, breakthrough to the Earth Immortal Realm as soon as possible, so you can assist me in the future."
Moluo’s breakthrough to Earth Immortal is undoubtedly beneficial for him.
"I obey."
Moluo nodded.
"Old Heavenly Master, Jiang He, Daoist Yang, Daoist Li, the campaign of Spirit Mountain is over. Return to the Central Plains first; I have some matters to attend to and won’t return for now."
"Alright."
"Alright...."
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