Chapter 391 Battle Against the Eternal Mother

"What is this?!!"

Within the valley, everyone was stunned by the ten-thousand-zhang giant Buddha behind Yan Chu.

Even the Holy Lotus Sect Venerable and his wife stared dumbfounded at the phenomenon occurring on Yan Chu.

At this moment, this number one expert in the world, the legendary blood-handed butcher who killed without blinking, the playboy who only stopped for the beautiful women of the Jianghu, was erupting with a Buddhist intent concentrated to the extreme.

This Buddhist intent surpassed all the great eminent monks in the world.

Without thousands of years of intensive study of Buddhist scriptures and cultivating various Buddhist sutras to an extremely deep level, it was absolutely impossible to have such a dense Buddhist intent.

A circle of brilliant golden Buddhist light appeared behind his head.

People illuminated by the Buddhist light felt warm all over, and the hidden injuries left from years of cultivation were restored in an instant.

These core elders who had joined the Holy Lotus Sect for decades or even centuries, figures who were incredibly pious toward Wusheng Old Mother, actually began to waver in their faith.

They wanted to leave the Holy Lotus Sect, enter the Buddhist gates, and become followers under Yan Chu.

"Retreat quickly!! Don't look at him!! Don't let his Buddhist light shine on you!!!"

Xiao Mian, the Holy Lotus Sect Venerable, let out a great roar, completely waking everyone immersed in the Buddhist light.

Everyone hurriedly retreated, staying hundreds of zhang away from Yan Chu.

Fortunately, although the giant Buddha was ten thousand zhang tall, the Buddhist light behind Yan Chu's head only illuminated an area of several zhang.

Within those few zhang, even the wind became gentle, and even the small grass swayed lightly toward him.

The Holy Lotus Cult Members, who were originally piously chanting the Holy Lotus Scriptures to invite Wusheng Old Mother to the Lower Realm, could not continue because of this change.

Yan Chu's body emitted the sound of grand Sanskrit Chanting, echoing through the valley.

Above Hundred Battles Valley, the blood-black thick clouds that had not dissipated for years all slowly vanished like thin smoke; the remaining resentment and malevolence receded, turning it into a pure land.

The Holy Masters, Saints, and Saintesses of the Red Lotus, White Lotus, and Black Lotus branches were originally in deep sacrifice; they only woke up now, and before they could investigate what had happened, they were stunned by the golden Buddha phenomenon.

"Yan Chu?!!"

Li Ge, the White Lotus Holy Master, opened her cherry lips slightly, her extremely beautiful face filled with shock.

Beneath the ten-thousand-zhang giant Buddha, Yan Chu held the same hand gesture as the giant Buddha.

One finger pointing to the sky, one finger pointing to the earth.

In the heavens and on earth, I alone am the honored one!

"What? He's Yan Chu?! Blade Demon Yan Chu?!!!"

Not far from the White Lotus Holy Master, the Holy Masters of the Red Lotus and Black Lotus branches were equally incredulous.

At that moment, the Blood Lotus Descent Grand Array, which no one was presiding over, suddenly stopped operating.

Crack! Crack!!

A series of cracking sounds came from the Void Realm; the Formation patterns originally carved underground all erupted with red light, vanishing into the world piece by piece.

The three thousand mummified corpses of young boys and girls turned to sand with the wind, turning into ashes and scattering.

"Not good!! Maintain the Formation quickly!! Welcome the Old Mother!!!"

The members of the Holy Lotus Sect were pale with fright; Xiao Mian, the Venerable, felt his heart bleeding, and the confident and calm expression on his face was gone.

At this moment, he felt immense regret; even if he died, he shouldn't have brought Yan Chu here.

The Holy Masters of the three branches hurriedly led their followers forward to maintain it.

But before they could get close, a colorless and transparent airflow spread outward from the center of the Formation, knocking away everyone who approached.

"Old Mother!!"

"We deserve ten thousand deaths!!!"

"Why?!!!"

The Holy Lotus Cult Members present were all people with incredibly pious faith in Wusheng Old Mother; seeing this scene, they all beat their chests and stamped their feet, looking up and wailing.

They had prepared for thousands of years, just waiting for today.

Seeing that the Old Mother was about to descend, they never expected to fail at the last moment.

Not far away, a golden Buddha reached the sky, while the grand Formation collapsed and the followers wailed; the scene was chaotic for a time.

"Stop crying!! Everyone be quiet!!"

At this time, Xiao Mian, the Holy Lotus Sect Venerable, shouted deeply, suppressing everyone's noisy voices.

"Look!"

Ming Shu, the Venerable's wife, pointed forward with her jade-like finger.

After the Formation collapsed and the dust settled, everyone finally saw the situation in the center of the Formation.

In the center, that white lotus was not affected at all by the destruction of the Formation; instead, it grew larger, its roots struck deeper, and its petals opened one by one like translucent precious jade.

Upon that white lotus, a figure stretched its body.

The exquisite curves were revealed without reservation, like nature's most beautiful creation.

Above the white lotus, white light flowed, converging inward from every petal like running water, and then flowing back onto the figure in the center.

Blood vessels began to appear in the original phantom.

First the feet, then the calves, thighs, lower abdomen, and finally the chest, neck, and head.

A complete set of human meridians appeared.

Then, a thick white light covered the surface of the meridians, forming flawless white skin; in an instant, a young woman who made the heavens and earth lose their color and the sun and moon lose their light appeared on the lotus heart.

This woman held a lotus mudra, her skin more tender than a newborn baby's, with a hint of a compassionate smile at the corner of her mouth.

Her long hair was loose, naturally falling over her shoulders.

Her face could not be described in words; no vocabulary was sufficient to encapsulate it, as it had transcended all words used to describe women, such as beautiful, pure, dignified, or ethereal.

She was the Incarnation of all compassion, the deity worshipped by countless believers, the Dominator who created everything, and the mother calling her children home.

Despite being completely naked, none of the Holy Lotus Sect believers present felt a hint of profanity in their hearts.

The moment they saw the young woman appear, they all couldn't help but have tears in their eyes and wail loudly.

Like wanderers lost in the world finally seeing their mother.

No need to say more, no need to think more; although no one present had ever seen the Old Mother's face, the moment the young woman appeared, everyone knew that this was the Wusheng Old Mother they piously believed in.

The Mother of all living beings, who gave birth to Nine Billion Six Hundred Million Imperial Children!

"The Holy Lotus blooms, the clear glow spreads!"

"Wusheng Old Mother protects the mortal world!"

"Compassionate heart saves the world, the Vacuum Home!"

Xiao Mian, the Holy Lotus Sect Venerable, knelt piously on the ground, his face showing uncontrollable excitement as he loudly called out the Holy Lotus title.

"Compassionate heart saves the world! Vacuum Home!!!"

"Compassionate heart saves the world! Vacuum Home!!!"

At this moment, all the Holy Lotus Cult Members shouted in unison, weeping with joy at the descent of Wusheng Old Mother.

The sound rolled up to the clouds and echoed in the valley, contending with the Sanskrit Chanting emitted from Yan Chu's body.

Yan Chu slowly opened his eyes; his gaze was as calm as water and as warm as jade, like a distant and detached deity.

The ten-thousand-zhang-tall giant golden Buddha behind him opened its eyes simultaneously, its smiling eyes looking down from the clouds, fixing upon the descending Wusheng Old Mother.

"Whew..."

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

In just an instant, the look in Yan Chu's eyes changed.

From the original divinity, it changed back to the humanity that belonged only to him.

"This Tathagata Palm is a bit wicked..."