Outside the passage leading to the Orchid Dance Realm, a miniature black octopus is rapidly expanding.
Li Fan had already noticed the changes within the chaos.
Whether it's the Chaos Mother Spirit regaining her sanity (though there aren't many of them), or the swarms of Source Spirit splices, they all point to one thing!
They have found a way to break the deadlock!
It's probably unrealistic to think we can take advantage of the situation as before.
Therefore, Li Fan decided to change his approach.
If chaos can't break the deadlock, then try to break it from the outside.
The chaotic offspring continued to split, but those offspring only served as energy collectors, periodically extracting a portion of their power and sending it out to support the wars in the outside world.
As for fighting in the chaos, we can only resort to guerrilla tactics.
If there's a bargain, take it; if not, just keep burying it.
......
In the unknown space, the river of time flows on, yet the World Honored One remains steadfast.
The Buddha's head in the long river has completely emerged from the water.
At this moment, Huang Liang had suppressed his anger.
His expression grew increasingly serious.
It's no use!
It's completely useless.
No matter how he attacked, the monk was like an insurmountable barrier, not allowing any living being to overstep his bounds.
Only by facing the Buddha directly can one truly understand his terror.
And this is only a portion of the Buddha's power.
It should be noted that somewhere in the river of time, the Snow Maiden, along with the City of the Wrongfully Dead, also blocked a portion of the World Honored One.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"
A Buddhist chant rang out, precisely at the moment when Huang Liang's mind revealed a flaw.
Golden light suddenly appeared on him.
not good!
Huang Liang stopped his attack and began to retreat, while simultaneously gathering the power of the Great Dao to suppress the golden light.
Just when he managed to suppress the golden light on his body, the dream realm reflected by his Great Dao power malfunctioned again.
The dreamlike world transforms into a Buddhist kingdom in the world, with monks, temples, and golden Buddha statues scattered throughout it.
The chanting of Buddhist prayers resounded, and the incense burned continuously.
At this moment, Huang Liang's Dao seemed not to be his own Dao at all.
As soon as these Buddhist kingdoms were transformed, they flew away into the river of time.
More accurately, it was pulled there by some force.
Huang Liang could clearly sense that his own body was being pulled toward the river.
The Buddha wanted to fill the gap in the river of time by pulling himself in, while he himself took the opportunity to escape.
no!
This can't be done!
Hesitation will only lead to harm.
With a thought, Huang Liang severed the dream realm that had transformed into a Buddhist kingdom.
He resolutely gave up a portion of the power of the Great Dao.
After relinquishing that part of his power, he felt much lighter.
Both the river of time and the World Honored One seemed to have lost their purpose in that instant.
And he also glimpsed a glimmer of hope.
Huang Liang transformed himself into a dream, fleeing towards that glimmer of hope.
Whether the World Honored One in the long river of time was unaware of the situation or powerless to do anything, he did nothing.
Huang Liang could not see this scene.
Just as he was about to escape, a burst of light suddenly appeared in the road ahead.
Its radiance was boundless, like the immeasurable power of Mahayana.
The power of a Celestial Venerable was unleashed within a small space.
"Amitabha!"
The resounding chanting of Buddhist hymns emanated from the light.
But to Huang Liang, it sounded like thunder from the heavens.
He was struck as if by lightning, his original body, which had been escaping in a dream, now had nowhere to hide.
Boundless ancient Buddhas!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Huang Liang knew he probably wouldn't be able to leave today.
The World-Honored One, carrying the long river of time, is behind; the true bodies of countless ancient Buddhas are in front.
He couldn't avoid this situation.
"May Buddha have mercy, why don't you take refuge, Fellow Daoist Huangliang?"
The Boundless Ancient Buddha did not continue to make a move, but instead extended another invitation.
"I'm taking refuge with your maternal grandmother!"
Huang Liang had an exceptionally irritable temper.
It was clear that her previous painful memories had been stirred up again.
You're forcing me to kill my wife again before making me convert? Is this how you Buddhists control people?
That's utter nonsense!
That's utter nonsense.
The red spider lilies curl back and spread at the feet of Huangliang.
One by one, dream realms began to converge towards the Yellow Millet.
The Three Lives Mirror flew back into Huang Liang's hands.
All of this happened in an instant, so fast that the immeasurable ancient Buddhas didn't even have time to react.
He doesn't understand!
What is Huang Liang doing?
But at the same time, he also felt a sense of unease.
The aura emanating from Huang Liang became dangerous.
The golden body of the immeasurable ancient Buddha shone brightly, and the immeasurable light radiated to its limit.
The golden Buddha's palm pressed forward, seemingly sweeping across the ages.
No matter how many dreams one has, they cannot stop the Buddha's palm from falling.
But to the surprise of the Boundless Ancient Buddha, Huang Liang neither dodged nor avoided, but instead struck back with a palm.
It's like a warrior trying to challenge the heavens with his physical strength.
What does it mean?
Although the Boundless Ancient Buddha was puzzled, he still pressed down with his palm.
Click—
The moment their palms collided, a crisp sound was heard.
A crack appeared out of thin air in the Buddha's palm, which was radiating boundless light.
An indescribable power erupted from within that small space.
The crack began to spread in all directions.
The boundless light was swallowed by the crack, revealing the golden Buddha's palm.
Immediately afterwards, the Buddha's palm dimmed rapidly, and wrinkles resembling old tree bark appeared.
This power is... the Six Paths of Reincarnation!
Amitabha Buddha was terrified, looking at Huang Liang as if he had seen a ghost.
He was an ancient Buddhist monk and a participant in the ancient war.
He understood this power better than anyone else, and he also understood the woman's terror better than anyone else.
How could Houtu's six realms of reincarnation possibly exist within Huang Liang?
Is Huang Liang an heir to the Six Paths of Reincarnation, or is Huang Liang simply Houtu herself?
retreat!
A thought flashed through the mind of the Boundless Ancient Buddha.
But just then, the monk standing at the end of the river of time spoke.
"Duh!"
A dull thud was heard, and the immeasurable ancient Buddha calmed his mind.
An unseen force seemed to be upon him.
The illusory Dharma body of the World-Honored One manifested behind him.
Only then did he realize what Huang Liang's current state was.
He was actually using his dream path to conjure up the Six Paths of Reincarnation out of thin air.
He succeeded!
But it won't last long.
A fake is a fake. Even if it evolves into the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, it won't last long.
Stop him!
The Boundless Ancient Buddha rose to meet the challenge, when suddenly another beam of light shone from behind him.
"You bald thief, are you going to die this time?!"
A familiar voice came from the beam of light.
The naked killing intent was overwhelming, reaching the heavens and the Milky Way.
Xingtian!
Wasn't he dead?
The immeasurable ancient Buddha was greatly shaken and turned around to resist it.
In the light, there was a rugged man.
He was draped in an unknown animal skin and carried a familiar axe in his hand.
He ran through this space and time without any air of a strongman, his hair fluttering in the wind carrying an indescribable sense of freedom.
It really is him!
As thoughts arose and vanished in the mind of the Boundless Ancient Buddha, Xing Tian made his move.
More accurately, his axe and shield were already swinging when the beam of light shone down.
He who ran away was nothing more than a lingering shadow.
The Boundless Ancient Buddha sensed a crisis.
This aura is called death!
clang--
The sound of metal clashing resounded before the immeasurable ancient Buddha.
The monk who stood at the end of the river of time appeared before him at some unknown time.
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