751: Buddha's Hand Arrives

In the East Sea of Shenzhou, the sky was clear and the sea was blue.

Floating on the azure sea was a giant golden disc, like a small island.

This was the Magic Treasure of the Myriad Realms' outer domain, the Qiankun golden cymbal.

At this moment, Maitreya, the master of the golden cymbal, was sitting cross-legged upon it, meditating peacefully.

Om!

Om!

Om!

Within the golden cymbal, constant vibrations emanated.

Even though this Magic Treasure could block everything, Maitreya, sitting upon the golden cymbal, could still perceive the commotion within.

"The commotion is quite loud."

Maitreya opened his eyes and looked down at the golden cymbal beneath him.

He didn't even need to look to know that those four individuals inside must have been causing an earth-shattering ruckus.

"I hope they can hurry it up."

Maitreya ended his meditation, propped up one short leg, and rested his hand on his knee.

Gazing at the calm sea before him, he, however, could not calm down.

"It's too calm; this feels a bit unnatural."

Maitreya thought to himself.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha had already been branded as a demon by Spirit Mountain.

His act of sheltering its remains had long been known to Spirit Mountain.

They hadn't acted before because the Victorious Fighting Buddha was dead, and they thought the remains were not a threat.

But now, with the Great Sage's remains on the verge of Rebirth, Spirit Mountain should be unable to sit still.

"Perhaps the Laws of the Myriad Realms are restricting them, but... they won't restrict them completely."

Maitreya speculated.

To the Myriad Realms, these gods and Buddhas were all invaders.

It wasn't easy to come here or stay for a long time.

But it wasn't impossible either.

At least, he was staying here steadily, though his magical power was consumed relatively quickly.

If he could come, then the Buddhas of Spirit Mountain surely could too.

"Perhaps they are already on their way."

Maitreya raised his head and looked at the clear sky.

In a trance, he seemed to see a swastika appearing under the blazing sun.

No!

Maitreya suddenly froze.

It wasn't 'seemed'!

It was real!

Within that brilliant blazing sun, there really was a swastika, slowly appearing!

"They've come after all!"

Maitreya leaped up from the golden cymbal, his gaze becoming solemn.

With a Human Emperor releasing his Divine Soul, the Rebirth of the Victorious Fighting Buddha was only a matter of time.

The real obstacle was those who had branded him a "demon."

And now, they had arrived.

[Maitreya, turn back and reach the shore.]

A deep voice, filled with endless echoes, resounded.

Accompanied by enchanting Buddhist chants, the azure sky was tinged with a hazy yellow glow.

The Spirit Mountain illusion, named "The Other Shore," appeared in the firmament.

On the sapphire-like sea, an incomparably vast Buddha image was also reflected.

That Buddha image had downcast, compassionate eyes, as if pitying the sentient beings trapped in the sea of suffering.

However, within its slightly narrowed eyes, a faint sharpness flickered.

"Turn back?"

Maitreya stood on the golden cymbal, a smile on his face, and with his hands behind his back, he said, "Do you know that everything I do is to clear the Karmic Obstruction for Spirit Mountain?"

[It is merely subduing demons; how can Spirit Mountain have Karmic Obstruction?]

[It is merely your Buddha-heart being clouded, having stirred up deluded thoughts.]

[You and I are originally one; I am the present, and you are the future.]

[But the present has not yet passed, and you are already impatient to replace me?]

The Buddhist chants lingered.

In the calm tone, there was a faint, almost imperceptible killing intent.

Maitreya's smile remained unchanged as he shook his head and said, "The future will always arrive; replacing you is only a matter of time. I merely saw the future ahead of time, which is why I chose to set things right."

[Set things right?]

[What a high-sounding reason.]

[Maitreya Buddha's heart has shattered; he has fallen into the Demonic Path.]

[All Buddhas, let us jointly punish him.]

The Buddhist chants echoed, and the swastika in the blazing sun became increasingly clear.

At the same time, the sunlight became increasingly scorching.

But looking closely, that scorching light was not emitted by the sun.

Instead... a golden Buddha hand, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, was pressing down heavily towards the location of the golden cymbal.

Seeing this, Maitreya took a deep breath and said, "I wonder if I can withstand it."

With that thought, he lightly tapped his toes, and his small body flew into the air... "What is that...?"

Annihilation Sea, Planar Island.

Lin Xuan walked out of the thatched hut, staring blankly at the scene before him.

In the Annihilation Sea surrounding the main plane of Shenzhou, there were countless shattered landmasses.

These landmasses were actually fragments of planes.

When Lin Xuan made enemies back then, he fled to these shattered planes.

Standing on these small islands, one could look out at the main plane of Shenzhou, much like looking down at the Blue Star from the Universe.

And at this moment, the scene before Lin Xuan's eyes was of an incomparably colossal giant, standing before the main plane of Shenzhou, extending its palm towards a single point within the plane.

Lin Xuan had never imagined anything could be so enormous.

If he weren't in the Annihilation Sea, it would be impossible to see its full extent.

Before that colossal entity, the entire Shenzhou World was like a sandbox on a table.

"Is he going to shatter Shenzhou!?"

Watching the giant extend its palm towards Shenzhou, Lin Xuan felt his heart suddenly constrict, wanting to step forward to stop it, but he couldn't move his feet at all.

His battle instincts told him... the activity before him was not something he could participate in.

Indeed.

Before Lin Xuan could blame himself for his decaying sword heart.

A series of prompts appeared before his eyes.

[Royal Relatives (Family Group).]

[Elebella: Family, urgent situation, there's a giant outside the Annihilation Sea intending to shatter this world.]

[Chu Mengxuan: What!? The world is going to be destroyed again and again?]

[He Zhiyi: You missed an 'again'; according to my calculations, this is already the fourth world-ending crisis~]

[Ye Qiuning: What's happening? Is there anything we need to do?]

[Amir: Just eat well and drink well~]

[Gu Yu: So... is it the grand finale?]

[Lin Xiaoer: Is there no time to transfer to the Elf World or Demi-human World?]

[Elebella: According to Akatosh, the spatial structure has already been damaged. Activating spatial teleportation now might lead to spatial collapse...]

[He Zhiyi: I'm tired... let it be destroyed... quickly...]

[Chu Mengxuan: @ Qin Yang, husband, say something!]

[Elebella: Your Majesty is not here. This crisis will be handled by us true gods. You only need to maintain order. The God of Fate says it's not a big problem.]

[Lin Xiaoer: Zhang Lingxiao? He's in charge of Hell now; can we trust what he says?]

Closing the page before her, Lin Xiaoer sighed deeply, looking at the dazzling golden light above the palace.

Zhang Lingxiao saying it wasn't a big problem probably meant that after everyone died, they would re-establish a nation in Hell.

But even if she didn't believe it, she had to.

An existence that could shatter an entire plane with one slap could only be dealt with by the true gods.

What she could do now was trust them and maintain order.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoer immediately issued a proclamation to the world in the name of the Empress Dowager.

[Auspicious omens from heaven, great fortune for Shenzhou].