In the world of consciousness, everything is pitch black, like chaos, with no light visible when you look up.
From the depths of the darkness, a metallic stomping sound echoed.
Following closely behind was a calm and clear voice.
"Benefactor, what do you seek by risking your life to enter hell?"
His tone was devoid of any emotion, neither sad nor happy, as if he had seen through everything in the world.
Shen Zhao clasped his hands together and bowed in the direction of the voice: "This humble monk Ranxiu greets the Holy Monk Xuanzang."
As soon as he finished speaking, twinkling stars appeared, illuminating the dark void.
"Buddha, you are not afraid of hell, you step into the sea of blood, what do you seek?"
"Seek the true scriptures from the holy monk!"
"What is your purpose in seeking the true scriptures?"
"To sever karmic obstacles and shatter illusions!"
What are karmic obstacles?
"Birth, old age, sickness, death, separation, and the seven sufferings of life, along with the five realms of existence, are all obstacles to liberation."
How do we cross it?
"Settle the four cardinal directions, and the Vajra will pacify the business."
"How can one become a Buddha if one has broken the precept against killing?"
"With a calm mind, one can gain three insights: emptiness, ability, and purity, ultimately leading to enlightenment."
"What sins should the Buddha be punished for his actions?"
“The Arhats clear the way, and I will cut them down.”
The scattered stars gradually dimmed, followed by the rhythmic sound of metal stomping, coming from afar.
"Amitabha!"
A vast, compassionate light dispelled the chaos, and a merciful monk, enveloped in sacred energy, walked slowly toward Shen Zhao, each step leaving a lotus flower in his wake.
At the same time, the surrounding void suddenly changed, transforming into a battlefield of carnage with corpses everywhere.
The compassionate monks, however, remained oblivious, their eyes fixed only on Shen Zhao, who was right before them.
“Buddha friend, this humble monk Xuanzang has been waiting for you here for ten thousand years.”
Shen Zhao returned the greeting with utmost sincerity: "Master Xuanzang, this humble monk is right."
"By accepting this vow, you will bear all the sins. Have you thought this through?"
"This humble monk, Ranxiu, will certainly not fail the holy monk's trust."
"In that case, this humble monk is willing to bestow upon you his lifelong robe and bowl. Any unfulfilled wishes will be entrusted to my fellow Buddhist to complete!"
"Ranxiu, inherit the holy monk's great vow to save the world!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of Buddhist light emanated from Xuanzang's body, and his last consciousness transformed into knowledge, which was then transmitted into Shen Zhao's mind.
In an instant, all of Xuanzang's lifelong cultivation techniques were imprinted into his mind, and Shen Zhao gradually entered a meditative state...
After an unknown amount of time, the transmission was completed, and a seven-colored Buddha wheel appeared behind Xuanzang's head, a sign of the completion of his merits.
As the inheritance was completed, Xuanzang's figure gradually became transparent.
"Amitabha Buddha, after ten thousand years of waiting, I have finally met a fellow practitioner. The Western Paradise is moved and comforted. My fellow Buddhist, I have already transmitted the entire Blood Brahma Dragon Canon. Now that my merits are complete, it is time for me to pass away."
Before parting, I bestow upon you one more item, named Buddha's Bane. Each one is a manifestation of my hundred years of accumulated merit. I hope you will make good use of it. Amitabha.
Xuanzang's figure gradually transformed into Brahma Stars, dissipating into the space of consciousness.
"Amitabha!"
Shen Zhao offered a final Buddhist salute to Xuanzang's vanished figure.
When Shen Zhao regained consciousness, he heard a series of tragic sounds of killing.
However, the remains of Xuanzang before them had already turned into dust.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a bracelet made of thirty-three rough Buddhist beads was clearly visible.
"It turns out that Xuanzang had already hidden the Blood Brahma Dragon Sutra within the Journey to the West. Everything was preordained!"
Shen Zhao picked up the Buddha's Pendant, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
In Xuanzang's world of consciousness, he felt the Buddha's compassion—a sorrow for the suffering of all beings, a helplessness against the scourge of evil spirits, and a faith in the unpredictable future.
"Young hero, you're finally awake! Quick, the magic array is broken, and that sister seems to be about to collapse."
When Zhou Yu saw that Shen Zhao had woken up, she immediately wanted to go to him excitedly.
"I will carry on your grand ambition!"
Ignoring Zhou Yu, Shen Zhao simply gripped the Buddha's Pendant tightly, his eyes resolute, slowly rose, and then angrily strode out of the Wufoxiang Hall.
Outside the door, the three chief disciples and their subordinates were already locked in a fierce battle with Mu Qiuyao.
Relying on her Tai Xuan Dao Body and Emperor-grade swordsmanship, Mu Qiuyao, despite only having a sixth-grade Supreme Realm cultivation, was still able to fight the three Nu Mingwangs on equal terms, and six of her nine disciples died by her sword.
However, as time went by, Mu Qiuyao's physical strength and spiritual energy could not keep up with the rate of consumption. Right now, she was relying on her willpower to hold on, just to wait for Shen Zhao to wake up.
"Mu Qiuyao, surrender obediently and become a lotus flower made of Buddha's flesh!"
"Empress of the Celestial Dynasty, you shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess!"
"Today, no one can save you!"
The three leaders clapped their hands in unison.
"The Sword Intent of the Underworld!"
Mu Qiuyao shifted her sword stance, unleashing a surge of killing intent that instantly transformed into sword intent and condensed into the ordinary iron sword.
However, even the iron could not withstand such a terrifying aura of death, and cracks gradually appeared.
"Hold on, one more strike!"
Mu Qiuyao calmed the sword, then leaped into the air, instantly transforming into thousands of sword shapes.
"Nine Star Sword Technique - Breaking Army Sweeps the World!"
The sword energy surged down, forcing three monks back, and at the same time, another Supreme Second Rank monk was engulfed by the sword energy and turned into blood powder.
But once this move was over, the long sword in Mu Qiuyao's hand could no longer withstand it and shattered directly. She herself was also affected by the residual force of the three palm strikes, and her lips turned red as she flew backward and landed.
The moment she landed, Mu Qiuyao stumbled backward, and just as she was about to fall, she suddenly felt a warm, large hand support her lower back, stabilizing her.
"Kid, you've finally woken up."
Shen Zhao frowned, not replying to her, his gaze fixed on the two approaching disciples.
"Step back!"
With a loud shout, Shen Zhao raised his fist to meet the attack, delivering a splattering blow to each of them, sending them to their deaths in the Northwest.
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