Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 242 Game
On the vast sea of ​​blood, stretching for thousands of miles.

Numerous powerful demons and immortals clashed fiercely in the sky, with various colors of light flashing in the air.

A black lotus suddenly bloomed, and Wutian, dressed in black, stepped on the black lotus, shattering the Buddhist light emanating from the golden lotus opposite him.

"Buddha, you are devoted to saving all sentient beings, but have you ever succeeded in saving yourself?" Wutian asked from the black lotus, "You save all sentient beings, but have you ever wronged anyone?"

The Buddha sat on the golden lotus throne, his hands clasped in prayer, lost in thought. However, the myriad rays of light behind him seemed to shift and change, as if the question had also disturbed his peace.

After a long while, the enormous swastika seal collided violently with the black lotus, creating a massive spatial rift from which bursts of temporal storms seeped out. "Amitabha, only by letting go of attachments can one save oneself."

"What a joke..." Wutian scoffed, letting out a loud shout that instantly caused the entire sea of ​​blood to boil.

The entire battlefield above the sea of ​​blood suddenly shifted before everyone's eyes, and even Buddha was caught in an illusion.

The illusion presented was actually a scene from the sacred mountain in the Western Regions ten thousand years ago.

In the illusion, a gentle drizzle softly dampened the monk's bald head, which was as white as an egg. Water droplets dripped down his chin, wetting his robe.

Beside the big willow tree, willow catkins drifted down, and an ordinary wildflower was gently swaying and blooming.

"Are you leaving?" Just as the monk opened his eyes, Huahua suddenly spoke in a clear, girlish voice: "I will wait for you to come back."

The rosary beads in the Buddha's hand suddenly scattered on the ground, and the hand that had been moving the beads began to tremble slightly.

This little flower has been with him for a thousand years. He still remembers when he first came here to seek enlightenment, she was on the verge of death, and it was he who watered her with the sacred spring of Mount Ling and saved her life.

"Everything is preordained, and I have no regrets." Hua Wuyan's ethereal voice seemed to pierce through the ages, traveling across time and space.

Then, the illusion began to gradually collapse.

In reality, not far from the vast sea of ​​blood, a flower stem suddenly appeared out of thin air. The wildflowers flew into the air, burst open, and bloomed with the most dazzling and beautiful light.

"It seems your Buddhist heart is not perfect; it has long been cracked." Wutian let out a sinister laugh: "That wildflower has waited for you for thousands of years, and now it hates you to the bone."

Reality and illusion flipped and overlapped once again. Suddenly, Tathagata looked at himself opposite him, who was grinning maliciously. In the blink of an eye, he had become Wutian.

Throughout the Western Regions, the Buddha's light emitted a violent lament; the Buddha was being corrupted and was gradually falling into demonic ways.

"Great monk!" Hua Wuyan's ethereal voice, like the last ray of light, struggled to pierce the darkness.

The sandalwood beads suddenly exploded, bursting forth with intense Buddhist light.

Amidst the light above the sea of ​​blood, countless petals, enveloped in Buddhist light, soared into the sky, and the figure of a woman slowly emerged.

The phantom slowly extended a finger and gently flicked the Buddha's brow.

"You smiled when you picked up a flower back then, and I have no regrets in this life." The light gradually faded, and the figure became more and more transparent, but the voice burst out with its last clarity, echoing in the air for a long time: "Letting go is never forgetting."

In an instant, the golden light suddenly intensified, tearing through the blood cloud.

The Buddha's body radiated an unprecedentedly peaceful and serene light.

The prayer beads in his hand had transformed into a wreath, which instantly enveloped the black lotus. Above the hundred-mile-long sea of ​​blood, countless stars suddenly appeared.

"So that's how it is..." The Buddha stretched out his palm and caught a withered petal that drifted by. A golden tear slowly dripped from the Buddha's golden body and fell into the sea of ​​blood, instantly shattering the surrounding illusion.

"To help others, one must first help oneself; to save others, one must first save oneself. This humble monk is ultimately still attached to appearances."

Wutian, bound by the garland, was startled to discover that the black lotus platform was emitting a sound like shattering glass, and even the petals of the black lotus were beginning to be covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

He frantically channeled his demonic energy, trying to break free from the tight restraints.

Click!

Finally, the lotus petals on the black lotus platform burst open.

Each petal reflects his past.

He was once Kinnara Bodhisattva, one of the Eight Dragon Gods. He converted A-Liu to spread the Tao, but ultimately suffered the death of A-Xiu and was exiled to the Northern Region. He attained enlightenment on the Blood Sea and eventually became a Demon Buddha.

"Ah!" Countless figures of his own emerged amidst the mournful roars. The wreath, carrying the Buddhist seal, tightened continuously like an iron hoop. Finally, Wutian exploded with a deafening roar.

As the light faded, a cluster of withered wildflowers floated above the sea of ​​blood.

The Buddha slowly extended his finger, plucked a flower, and smiled.

From the depths of the clouds, a sudden, deafening thunderclap erupted. On the battlefield where immortals and demons clashed, a rain of flowers began to fall, tearing apart all illusions.

A flash of lightning, and a burst of dazzling golden light erupted. Within the golden light, Buddha saw the woman smiling and nodding at him before vanishing into the world with the wind.

"Your illusions seem to be losing their effectiveness," the Immaculate Empress said calmly, pointing her sword at the Lord of the Blood Sea.

The Lord of the Blood Sea frowned and did not respond. He sensed that the Pangu Axe deep in the seabed was emitting unusual activity.

This is unprecedented. It has been silent and untouched since the great war ten thousand years ago.

the other side.

Ye Beixuan's Pangu Axe burst forth with intense light as he slashed at the chains binding Ye Yaoyao's limbs.

Just as the axe blade was about to sever the chains, the crimson vortex beneath Ye Yaoyao's feet suddenly coalesced into a crimson figure.

Upon closer inspection, he looked exactly like Ye Beixuan.

The crimson Asura unleashed a torrent of blood energy, forcefully gripping the axe blade. The axe's edge, within its crimson palm, emitted a piercing "sizzling" scraping sound.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the chain on Ye Yaoyao's wrist suddenly began to pull rapidly, and the vortex emitted a huge suction force, pulling her into the underwater vortex.

"Junior brother." The girl's seal was broken, and she seemed to have briefly awakened, her exclamation echoing.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Beixuan leaped into the crimson vortex.

Countless streams of blood energy surged within the undercurrents.

With a loud boom, a figure burst through the blood-red curtain of the seabed.

Before he could even steady himself, Ye Beixuan was confronted by an extremely familiar figure—it was none other than the "Immaculate Empress".

At this moment, she was not dressed in white, but in a long, blood-red dress like a wedding gown. Her face was sinister, and blood-red lotus flowers spread beneath her feet.

"It's you?" Ye Beixuan knew it was her, but it wasn't entirely her.

“It’s me, the person who loves you most in this world.” She gave a sinister, mocking smile.

"You are her, and you are not her, I can confirm that." Ye Beixuan's expression was solemn as he gripped the Pangu Axe tightly.

Upon hearing this, the woman's expression changed drastically, and she abruptly stopped, as if she had been affected by something.

However, soon, blood-red curse marks suddenly appeared on her back, and those curse marks were constantly controlling and corrupting her.

The empress's blood-red figure suddenly stopped, and a ripple appeared deep within her blood-red pupils: "Shut up!"

"Will it work?" Ye Beixuan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately began to think of a countermeasure.

"That year you played the zither, and I danced with my sword," he suddenly shouted. The white light emanating from the Mirror of Reincarnation enveloped the curse mark on her back. Countless fragments of memories suddenly exploded in her mind. In her memory, the white-clad empress stood on tiptoe, gently reaching out to stroke his temple, her fingertips playfully drawing circles.

The cursed runes trembled violently after being covered. The woman in blood-stained clothes knelt down, clutching her head, and screamed in agony.

A perfect opportunity! Seeing this, Ye Beixuan immediately seized the chance to grasp her pulse point, and the two were bathed in the mirror light: "You said that if either of us falls into demonic possession..."

"Then kill the opponent." A white light appeared in her blood-red eyes, and the curse mark on her back began to crack.

From the depths of the sea of ​​blood, a sudden burst of intense white light rose. With a soft cracking sound, the curse seal completely collapsed.

The woman in blood-stained clothes, upon awakening, suddenly transformed, turning into a woman in white and vanishing, leaving only a faint echo: "I'll go help her, you go save Ye Yaoyao."

The blood-red sky suddenly shone with white light.

The Immaculate Empress, who was confronting the Lord of the Blood Sea, smiled slightly: "It seems that you have lost. Letting my other half deal with him was the worst decision you ever made."

"I did this simply to confirm one thing." The Lord of the Blood Sea said calmly with a light laugh, "Ten thousand years have passed, but I still cannot erase that trace of love in her heart."

Manipulating people's hearts and amplifying their desires is something he excels at.

Two identical figures stood facing each other in mid-air, gazing at one another.

“To be honest, I don’t want to merge with you,” one of the figures said.

“Me too,” another figure replied.

Separated for millennia, they had long since developed their own independent ways of thinking, but perhaps the only thing that remained unchanged was that they both loved the same man.

Gazing at the two merged figures, the Lord of the Blood Sea murmured to himself, "I expected this to happen, but... do you really think I have no other tricks up my sleeve?"

"What do you mean by that?" Having completed the fusion, the Immaculate Empress regained all her power and raised her sword, pointing it directly at the Lord of the Blood Sea.

"Ten thousand years ago, you relied on the Mirror of Reincarnation, yet you were still corrupted by me and had to sever yourself. Even now that you have recovered to your peak, do you think I would be afraid?" As soon as he finished speaking, a pillar of blood, like a towering column of water, suddenly erupted from the sea of ​​blood. From within the pillar of blood, an axe that made heaven and earth tremble flew into the hands of the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood.

He said calmly, "The Pangu Axe is already in my hands. Even if you possess the Mirror of Reincarnation, what can you do?"

"Even if you recover with the wind, so what? Even if you rescue the God of Justice, so what? If this is your hope, it will soon turn into your despair."

As soon as she finished speaking, the entire sea of ​​blood surged violently, and Empress Wugou's expression changed drastically.

"I almost forgot to tell you, what I am now is merely an avatar; my true form is this entire sea of ​​blood. You don't naively think that stopping me will solve everything, do you?" The avatar of the Lord of the Blood Sea let out a sinister laugh.

“No, even though you say that, somewhere on the seabed, your core weakness must be hidden.” Empress Wu said, “Let’s make a bet on whether Sui Feng can find that core.”

the other side.

Ye Beixuan continued to track Ye Yaoyao's trail. Deep within the blood-red vortex, the stench was so thick it was suffocating.

Ye Beixuan crushed several tracking talismans, and the Pangu Axe in his hand emitted a dazzling light, cleaving open a dark red passage.

At the end of the passage, the Heavenly Sword emitted a rapid buzzing sound.

That was where Ye Yaoyao was.

"clang!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out as a blood-red Asura, bearing an exact resemblance to Ye Beixuan, swiftly slashed from the side with his blade.

With a flick of his wrist, the Crimson Asura unleashed a blood-red blade that pierced towards the youth like lightning, and the two figures instantly became entangled in battle.

"Too weak, you're far too weak," the Crimson Asura mocked.

While fighting, Ye Beixuan moved discreetly deeper into the blood-red passage.

The sound of chains rattling came from the end of the passage.

Ye Yaoyao's limbs were being pulled tightly by chains, and as Ye Beixuan approached, one bloody thorn after another pierced through her collarbone and emerged.

"Ah..." The girl let out a shrill scream, and the sword mark on her forehead suddenly burst out with a strong white light.

"Heaven's will!" Ye Beixuan shouted, and the Heaven's Will Sword automatically unsheathed itself, while the Immortal-Slaying Sword also flew out at the same time.

Two flashes of sword light, and the chains were severed in unison.

Upon seeing this, the Asura incarnation suddenly smiled wickedly, and thousands of blood-red mirrors instantly appeared in the passage.

Each mirror reflects the tragic scene of Ye Yaoyao on the verge of death, as well as the scene of the Empress killing Ye Suifeng.

"Slay! You will kill her as you shatter this illusion," the Asura incarnation roared with laughter.

"Amitabha."

A swastika Buddhist seal suddenly appeared, and the illusory image of a golden lotus shone brightly, instantly shattering the illusion.

The Buddha flicked a flower with his finger, severing the tentacle that was about to reach out to Ye Yaoyao.

"Quit smoking! Take her away first!" Ye Beixuan flashed and swung his axe at the Blood-Red Asura.

Surrounded by a golden shield, Tathagata Buddha, with a compassionate expression, said, "The Lord of the Blood Sea will arrive soon. Brother, you are already bound by his karma and cannot escape."

"Come on!"

"I don't want to." Jinlian, engulfing the struggling Ye Yaoyao, instantly drowned out her voice, making it disappear.

Before they could even catch their breath, countless blood-red Asuras suddenly surged out from all around, their voices coming from all directions, full of mockery: "Ten thousand years have passed, and you are still as foolish as ever."

"Tell me how foolish I was." Ye Beixuan said calmly. He was now in a predicament and probably couldn't get out for the time being. Delaying time was undoubtedly the wisest choice.

"I know you're stalling for time. Coincidentally, that's exactly what I was thinking too." The Blood-Red Asura's mocking voice echoed from all around: "Could this be considered the only time we've ever been on the same page?"

"Let me guess, right now you must be entangled by Empress Wugou, right?" Ye Beixuan said with a calm smile. "You wield the Pangu Axe, intending to quickly defeat her and then come here to fight me. Am I right?"

The expressions of the surrounding crimson Asuras instantly changed; some looked surprised, some were full of curiosity, and some fell into deep thought.

"And what about you! Why are you so calm? If I defeat her, your life will be in danger."

"You're wrong. You haven't grasped the key to the problem." Ye Beixuan still smiled calmly: "The last thing you should have done was let me rescue my senior sister."

"Oh? Why? She was merely a pawn I used to lure you into a trap. Her life or death is of no importance to me. I could even let her live unharmed as a reward for your submission." The Blood Sea Lord's smile revealed an air of absolute confidence.

"Let me tell you a story!" Ye Beixuan said leisurely with a smile on his lips, "Ten thousand years ago, when the Heavenly Lord of the Wind was comprehending the Dao at the Heavenly Evolution Sect, he left behind a sword called Heaven's Decree."

The surrounding crimson-clad Asuras frowned slightly, as if they had a premonition of something.

"Back then, to impress people on a date, he carved a formation into this sword." As Ye Beixuan said this, the expressions of the surrounding blood-red Asuras changed instantly.

"You mean, there's a teleportation array engraved inside that sword?"

"You guessed right. You're stalling for time to surround me, but I'm stalling for time to wait for Quit Smoking to take her away."

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of energy suddenly rose from the ground and chased after the Western Regions, while a beam of light followed as fast as lightning.

(End of this chapter)