My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times

Chapter 554: Chapter 16: All Arrive, Provoking the Buddha Mother, Confronting the Dao Fruit

Her brows knitted together tightly.

"I can sense that after the unknown artifact was cast, Hongmeng trembled even more violently, accompanied by a continuous clanging. Something isn’t right..."

Hearing the Demon Ancestor muttering to herself, a strange look came over Ancient Bodhi Buddha, while Amitabha Buddha ground his teeth in anger.

After a long while,

Amitabha Buddha said sullenly,

"Demon Ancestor, let’s keep our focus on The Three Pristine Ones casting their artifact. The subsequent disturbances can be ignored... Something is wrong. The artifact has just been completed, yet Supreme is on the verge of falling."

After a pause, his gaze sharpened as he said,

"Just think, what kind of artifact could cause a Perfect Dao Fruit cultivator to falter? To go from being utterly beyond comprehension to someone we can partially fathom?"

The Demon Ancestor gave Amitabha Buddha a surprised look.

"No matter how great the artifact, at best it would be on the level of the Qing Ping Sword or the Heaven-Opening Banner, perhaps even lesser... As for Supreme, he has already taken Action several times and was on the brink of falling. He probably interfered in something else again..."

She paused, then muttered to herself in confusion,

"What I’m more curious about is what exactly happened after the artifact was cast. Hongmeng is in turmoil, the clanging is incessant, and I can even smell the aura of Slaughter. It’s as if I can see primeval bloodshed flaring up everywhere..."

Amitabha Buddha’s frustration mounted. A wave of unease washed over him, and he said listlessly,

"I already said, don’t worry about it. That turmoil in Hongmeng was purely because The Three Pristine Ones are insane!"

"Oh?"

The Demon Ancestor’s interest was piqued.

"You mean to say that each of The Three Pristine Ones has become flawed, triggering the turmoil in Hongmeng? But what about the clanging sound? Could it be..."

Her spirits lifted.

"With your Supreme Magical Power and Supreme Divine Techniques, could it be that you glimpsed the scene in Hongmeng? That you saw The Three Pristine Ones’ secret plot? Can you share a detail or two with me?"

Amitabha Buddha opened his mouth, fell silent for a moment, stood stock-still for another, and then simply turned and departed.

"Eh? Why did he leave?"

The Demon Ancestor asked in surprise.

"Did I say something wrong? Did I anger Amitabha Buddha?"

"Not... entirely." Ancient Bodhi Buddha sighed softly. "Amitabha Buddha is even closer to the brink of falling. He’s already beginning to waver. The Six Paths of Reincarnation must... Hmm?"

An Enlightened One and the Demon Ancestor, who was comparable to an Enlightened One, both looked over at the same time, their gazes turning toward the era of the Late Han Dynasty.

"Another problem?"

The Demon Ancestor’s expression was grim.

"He can’t even handle three who haven’t attained the Dao Fruit. This Maitreya... Hmph!"

As her brow furrowed, deep within Chaos,

Amitabha Buddha walked in silence. As he walked, he suddenly coughed up blood again, and cracks appeared on his body.

He turned his palm over and stared at the Western Pure Land, which was now also covered in fissures. He recalled the turmoil in Hongmeng and the scene he had glimpsed at the cost of damaging his Cultivation, shattering his Dao Foundation, and suffering grievous injuries to his Physique...

Amitabha Buddha finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and cursed out loud,

"Are they completely insane?!"

......

「Late Han Dynasty, Hulao Pass.」

Yuan Shao, Cao Cao, and the others stared up at the shifting Immortal Light in the sky. They couldn’t see the details of the battle at all, but an involuntary, heart-pounding terror welled up within them.

The Nine Venerable Ones, who were already in the sky, were also looking up, no different from the Dukes below. They too could not see clearly, and they too felt that same heart-pounding terror.

And at this very moment, in the seam between reality and illusion,

The Immortal Mother was crying out in misery. The man before her seemed to have gotten serious. She had been able to hold her own for a bit, but ever since the vision of that Daoist swinging a forging hammer, his techniques and Magic Skills had risen by more than a single level. She could no longer defend herself; her body was in tatters!

"Fellow Daoist, I never had any ill intent..."

The Immortal Mother had just begun to speak when she saw the Hongjun Daoist before her, who wore a strange crown, raise his fist.

An ordinary-looking fist shot out horizontally. It had yet to arrive, but the Immortal Mother was shocked to find she couldn’t dodge.

She could even sense that in the immediate future, the fist had already struck her head, even though in the present moment, the fist was clearly still on its way.

Yet her own head felt as if it had already been hit, and it began to crack and shatter!

’What kind of technique is this?!’

The Immortal Mother was horrified. She tried to dodge, but every time she did, her head shattered a little more violently.

It was as if her evasion created some new future possibility, a future in which she was fated to be hit, causing that future to reflect back onto the present!

She dodged ten times, which directly caused her to be as if she’d been struck ten times, putting her in a near-death state. By the time the fist truly neared her head,

the Immortal Mother could smell the stench of death. She saw countless versions of herself across the ages, all facing this same punch.

In countless possible futures, she had already been struck down, her corpse lying lifeless!

An aura of death bloomed, and the Immortal Mother had the illusion that ’I am already dead’. She screamed in terror,

"Venerable, spare me! Venerable, spare me!!"

The words had barely left her mouth when a Brahma Sound echoed from the distance. A giant Buddha approached, calling out,

"Venerable, would you stay your hand?"

A single line of Brahma Sound, like a heavenly Decree descending, stopped Lu Xuan’s punch, causing countless futures to collapse into a single, fixed outcome.

The countless possibilities of the Immortal Mother’s violent death transformed into her survival.

But...

The fist still fell.

THUD!!

A punch from the ’future’ in the truest sense of the word smashed down upon the Immortal Mother’s head. Lu Xuan had held back some of his power, as he didn’t intend to completely sever all ties.

Therefore, the Immortal Mother did not die, but she completely collapsed. Her body was annihilated, leaving only her soul!

"You!"

The Buddha Mother was both shocked and enraged, yet a look of utter disbelief also appeared on his face!

’This kind of technique...’

’It was clearly an ordinary-looking punch, yet it defied all logic to strike across all possible futures. The most crucial part is that even a Dao Fruit cultivator like myself cannot interfere with a future that has yet to occur. That’s why, even though I issued a great Decree to stop this Hongjun Daoist, the punch still landed!’

These Profound Mysteries had already touched the limits of the Buddha Mother’s comprehension, leaving him solemn and horrified!

Lu Xuan glanced over and said indifferently,

"I have said it before. I am but a wanderer between heaven and earth, and no one can restrain me. The Buddha Mother tells me to stop, so I must stop?"

The Buddha Mother’s expression was ugly. He waved his hand, recasting the Immortal Mother’s body.

He stared at the Hongjun Daoist, his expression turning wary.

"Venerable, your methods are truly impressive. You are not a Dao Fruit cultivator, yet you possess power comparable to one..."

Lu Xuan lifted his eyelids slightly, not answering but asking a question in return,

"Buddha Mother, for what purpose have you come? Let me make myself clear: I am protecting those little ones down below."

The Buddha Mother’s face darkened further. He gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"May I ask the Venerable, why?"

"Why? Because I feel like it!"

Hearing this, killing intent surfaced on the Buddha Mother’s face. ’Should I use my trump card,’ he considered, ’and completely erase this Daoist called Hongjun?’

’Although Hongjun is an ally in the Current World where reality and illusion clash, nothing is set in stone. The clash itself is in constant flux!’

As if sensing the Maitreya Buddha Mother’s killing intent, Lu Xuan showed no fear, only a light chuckle.

"What, does the Buddha Mother wish to strike at me? Perhaps... you’re welcome to try."

As he spoke, he clasped his hands behind his back, standing perfectly still, facing the Buddha Mother with complete composure. This, in turn, made the Buddha Mother uncertain.

He then recalled the man’s bizarre technique, one that surpassed the level of an Ancient One—the ability to strike across all possible futures...

The Buddha Mother’s expression was sullen. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly looked aside.

From the south, Supreme Profound Clarity arrived, riding a Cyan Bull.

From the East, the Profound Yellow Emperor arrived, riding a black bull.

The light of dawn began to rise, a hundred portents manifested, all of creation trembled, and a fierce wind suddenly gusted!

As the wind rose, it even stirred the beaded curtain obscuring Lu Xuan’s face, revealing an aged visage with a mocking smile to the Buddha Mother.

The cold smile seemed to finally enrage the Buddha Mother.

He struck out domineeringly, pointing a finger at the entirety of Ancient History, striking toward Lu Xuan, toward the Hongjun Daoist!

"Then let’s test it."

So said the Buddha Mother.

*(One more Chapter to come)*