Chapter 2816 - 79: How Can a Hundred Generations Be Redeemed! (Part 2)

Though he is now a Great Bodhisattva, how many of the myriad beings have ever turned back?

He gazes upwards at the zen staff that brings endless shadows, as if a high mountain is pressing down, without any pain, resentment, or grievance on his face, only calmness, composure, and tranquility!

He spreads his hands open, as if embracing a world that does not welcome him. Then he closes his palms as if bridging all the gaps within people’s hearts.

He sings aloud—

"The tidal waves I’ve heard in the Ku Hai are fierce, but where I sail, peace has been found!"

The terrifying tidal waves instantly halted!

Beneath his feet, the Zhiwen ferryboat suddenly rang out, the bell sound echoing like rowing sounds.

The reflection of the terrifying abyss was split open by the Zhiwen ferryboat, with the tide dividing from the center, bringing clarity to both sides.

And Zen Master Xing Nian on the ferryboat finally joins his palms together, unexpectedly catching the zen staff that can destroy all laws!

He looks up at the high dome as if piercing through time and space, seeing Ji Xingkong on the other side, and leisurely says, "The future is not what you seek; neither can the Black Lotus save the world. Leave now!"

His palms twist!

The zen staff, as towering as a mountain peak, explodes into spiral fragments from bottom to top.

Large patches of the night were shattered, the dome of the Land of Shenxiao returned to Shenxiao. The era of destruction Ji Xingkong had realized seemed never to have truly existed and was destined not to appear at any future time.

Although Ji Xingkong and Chan Fayuan attacked with full force, after all, the power was distanced by generations, only a fraction of their strength was effective.

However, Zen Master Xing Nian was truly present, having long realized the enlightenment to perish with the world.

He is going home!

He steers with Immortal Spring Water and sails the Zhiwen Treasure Ship.

But in the next moment, countless fresh flowers suddenly bloomed upon the Zhiwen Treasure Ship.

The ship turned into a floral boat.

The Celestial River appeared to be the mundane world.

The causes and effects of the Red Dust were bizarre and colorful.

Endless power grew from nature. At this moment, the Zhiwen Treasure Ship seemed to have developed its own will, desiring the Demon Realm, clinging to it, and reluctant to leave the Red Dust!

Waves hit the ship, the rowing sounds shattered dreams.

In the clash of Dao Principles, infinite beautiful sounds arrived as promised: "Lu Ximing in the Divine Fragrance Flower Sea asks Zen Master to borrow a segment of Yuan Law!"

This sound was like the tide, fluctuating unpredictably.

Illusions were like a sea of flowers, cycling between life and death.

Among the myriad threads of the Red Dust Line, Zen Master Xing Nian merely raised his profound Buddha eyes: "Do you understand Yuan?"

The Golden Body extends a palm, an immeasurable power dispersed like scattered threads, gently... picking up a flower.

This flower, entirely red, had graceful lines with three leaves, nine petals, and a droplet exposed.

Xing Nian plucks the flower...

And throws it down with force!

Slammed fiercely into the Celestial River!

The Divine Declining Power immediately wilted the flower.

The flowers on the Zhiwen Treasure Ship also wilted one by one.

The splendor ebbed away, leaving only the entrance to the Empty Gate.

Alas, he lamented bitterly, the Old Monk felt regret. He only recalled, among green lamps and yellow scrolls.

This gorge is infinitely far, but due to the filling of Immortal Spring Water, it became visibly distant.

And the Zhiwen Treasure Ship acquainted with the visibility of this remote journey, had the possibility of ferrying people home.

At this moment, Zen Master Xing Nian stood at the bow, single-handedly fighting the Heavenly Demons from all directions, sailing unwaveringly towards The Other Shore.

Yet Jiang Wang in the Mirror World knew, he could not return...

How could someone like Xing Nian, who observes the past and the future, not know himself?

At the moment when the Heavenly Demons rose to assault, he resisted not just one but the gravity of the entire grand world of the Demon clan, incredibly heavy.

The distant place surged with a great tide.

It was Jianglang towering high, like mighty mountain peaks, sweeping across the sky, turning into torrents!

This terrifying force seemed to have lifted the entire Celestial River.

Spilling all the water of the Celestial River, preventing this person from returning!

As the boat approached, The Other Shore remained on the other side, unable to see clearly the head of the shore.

Only the overwhelming tidal waves roaring and tumbling came together, forming a mighty giant fist.

The giant fist charged directly towards Zen Master Xing Nian.

Not intending to knock him back onto this shore but directly to kill him!

This was the fist of Tiger Taisui!

Dominating this world, those who oppose shall die!

The Celestial River water seemed to have wetted Zen Master Xing Nian’s monk robes. He dressed simply, his sigh was also plain.

He only sighed half a sound and swallowed it down.

The three scriptures of "Buddha’s Fifty-Eight Chapters" which had returned to him, erased of all words.

One of them suddenly leaped out, fluttering without wind.

The roaring torrent seemed to be a story happening in another space and time. Though it rose with noise, came fiercely, yet it swept by silently.

Piercing through the Zhiwen ferryboat, or being pierced by it.

In either case, no connection occurred.

The ferryboat remained a ferryboat, the Zen Master remained a Zen Master.

An excerpt from This Scripture has turned a page.

This punch has turned a page.

The journey home continues.

I nearly killed Zhu Yi, entangled in cause and effect with Mi Zhiben, battling destiny, and successively fended off the offensives from Yuan Xianting, Chan Fayuan, Ji Xingkong, Lu Ximing, and Tiger Taisui...

Confronted each of these Heavenly Demons one by one.

Master Xingnian looked at the black line in his palm, his eyes carried a trace of solitude.

This is truly impossible to resolve.

This causal entanglement corpse worm has already intertwined with the wheel of fate. In the round of Zhu Zheng’s death, it cannot be cast off. Although it causes no harm, it will dissipate in at most twelve years.

But where can he find these twelve years now?

Where can he seek true longevity?

Heaven does not grant it, heaven does not give!

At this moment, the many Demon Kings of the Heavenly List, and young demon clan geniuses present, looked at the human race monk on the Celestial River, their gaze filled with hatred mixed with awe.

The Heavenly Demons participating in the Shenxiao bureau, except for a dying, fleeing Zhu Yi, have basically taken action, could he really walk away?

They witnessed such earth-shattering scenes, and what they did not see—

At this moment in the Monster Realm, it still remains a Long Night.

No starlight tonight, Xue Yue is hidden.

The Long Night stretches endlessly, so lonely!

Yet a voice says...

This voice says: "You will make your move here."

Boom!

In the endless dark night, a towering fiery peak ignited!

Or perhaps it was just a figure, the silhouette of an Absolute Summit expert. Their boiling power, becoming a torch in the Long Night.

A mountain-like torch.

Their voice exploded out: "Do you regard me as nothing?"

A Guan Saber, cleaving through time and space, descending upon the Celestial River!

Then a fierce light pierced through the Cave Heaven, fire’s hue connecting.

"Is the demon clan without strong ones?"

The sound of swords being drawn shatters a million miles, a Longsword horizontal in front of the crossing boat.

Another fiery male peak, shaking the Long Night.

"If you come, then come, but no need to leave!"

A coarse, bandaged large hand, overturning this world, descended upon Master Xingnian’s bald head.

...

This night, either the vast demon clan saw it, or unfortunately did not see it but will surely hear of it later.

The land of the Monster Realm, igniting with flames everywhere!

Countless strong Heavenly Demons, through the chessboard laid by Mi Zhiben, towards the beacon anchored by Mi Zhiben, channeling power towards the eternal barrier, intercepting Master Xingnian!

Master Xingnian, using Incomparable Divine Power, piloted the boat home, but the Treasure Ship of Zhiwen could no longer move an inch.

Blade slashed.

Sword fell.

Palm overturned.

Waves surged back and forth in the Celestial River!

Tides came and went, rose and fell.

The Golden Body brightened and extinguished, extinguished and brightened again.

Pages of scriptures turned one by one.

Crash~

The last scripture has already been turned to the beginning.

Standing on Zhiwen’s boat, Master Xingnian simply sighed: "How distant is The Other Shore!"

The loss of legacy, how to redeem over a hundred generations.

His already shattered Golden Body ignited with Karmic Fire.

The boat beneath his feet, spinning continuously, ignited with Karmic Fire.

The waves below the boat rushing relentlessly in the Celestial River, ignited with Karmic Fire.

The deep red Karmic Fire burned him.

In this Karmic Fire, he clasped his hands, closed his eyes, began to recite...

"When I attain Bodhi, there will be no karmic fruit in the world, false suffering will be innocent, mortal heart naturally obtained."

"When I attain Bodhi... Heaven! Out! No! Evil!"

The Karmic Fire soaring to the sky engulfed everything, burning the Treasure Ship of Zhiwen, burning the Immortal Celestial River, burning the eternal barrier... burning the monk who wanted to take all this home, to nothingness.

And then the Eternal Youth Spring continued to flow falsely, and then the Land of Shenxiao still had the clouds of Shenxiao. On the Divine Mountain, stood a silent group of demon clan.

In the Mirror World, a person with red eyes fell.

The void had healed.

...

Splat!

At the ninety-thousand-foot peak of Questioning Path Peak.

Mi Zhiben just laid down that dragon-slaying piece.

"So annoying, your grandpa is annoyed to death!"

The curses of Yuan Xianting echoed around Questioning Path Peak, roaring like thunder gradually fading into the distance.