I have been bound in a forbidden place for five hundred years. Why are you crying when I am a casual

The moment the three masks merged into the giant statue, a long sigh echoed through the heavens and earth.

That wasn't a sound coming from the throat, but a sigh from everyone in the entire Western Desert, and even the entire universe, who had Buddha in their hearts.

The giant's face finally settled, a face beyond description. It possessed both the purity of a tender infant and the vicissitudes of an old man; it had the resolute features of a man and the graceful lines of a woman. Every glance was different, yet it consistently radiated an aura of great compassion and wisdom.

"Amitabha."

The Buddha spoke, his voice not loud, yet it made every grain of sand in the Western Desert tremble. That voice contained the panting of a farmer tilling the land, the lullaby of a mother soothing her baby to sleep, the clanging of a craftsman striking metal, the rustling of a scholar turning the pages of a scripture…

The Buddha's golden body trembled violently, and for the first time, genuine fear was revealed in his eyes.

"Impossible... How could the Three Bodies of Buddha possibly reappear in the world?!" The Buddha's voice was no longer majestic, but sharp like metal cracking.

Suddenly, as if he had realized something, he turned sharply to look at Gu Xiu: "It's you! The three masks are indeed on you! You really did get them!"

Gu Xiu blinked but ignored him.

The true Buddha over there had already raised his right hand, which kept changing shape as it was raised, sometimes as a farmer holding a hoe, sometimes as a mother stroking her child, and sometimes as a warrior holding a sword.

When the hand is raised to the chest, it transforms into a simple mudra.

There was no dazzling golden light, no resounding chanting, only a simple and unadorned movement.

But it was this very action that caused the Buddha's golden body to begin to crumble inch by inch.

"No! This Buddha has cultivated for many years and refined countless faiths. How could I be defeated by a newly born illusion!" The Buddha roared, cracks spreading like a spider web on his golden body, and dark red light gushed out from the cracks, which was the backlash from the resentment of the beings he had devoured.

The true Buddha looked at him calmly: "You were originally a Buddha, but you became a demon. You used the power of all living beings to reach the summit, but you regard them as firewood. Today is the time to return what you have lost."

As the words fell, countless illusory figures emerged from the light behind the true Buddha. These were the remnant souls of believers who had been devoured and refined by the Buddha. They were expressionless, simply gazing silently at the Buddha, their eyes devoid of hatred or resentment, filled only with a longing for liberation.

"Take refuge in me! You should all take refuge in me!"

The Buddha went completely mad, simultaneously forming different hand seals with his thousand hands. His golden body suddenly expanded, as if he intended to self-destruct and take the entire Western Desert with him.

"Stubborn."

The Buddha gently shook his head, and raised his other hand as well. The moment his hands were clasped together, time seemed to stand still.

The Buddha's golden body froze at the moment it expanded to its limit, and the light in the Buddha's eyes gradually dimmed. The dark red resentment that surged from his cracks flowed towards the true Buddha like rivers flowing into the sea. The moment it came into contact with the true Buddha's light, it transformed into pure golden light spots and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"This Buddha...is unwilling..."

The Buddha let out his final cry, and his golden body began to turn into golden dust from the edges, which drifted away in the wind.

The onlookers held their breath, and Jian Er asked in a low voice, "Is it over?"

The old swordsman frowned deeply: "No, it's not over yet."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!

At the core of the golden body that was about to completely dissipate, a jet-black light suddenly erupted! That was the Buddha's final source, reversing the Buddhist power accumulated over countless years and transforming it into the purest demonic nature!

"Since I cannot become a true Buddha, then let this Western Desert become a land of demons!"

The black light spread instantly, turning the sandy land into scorched earth and filling the air with the stench of decay. The Buddha's radiance was temporarily suppressed by this pure demonic power, and his form became illusory once more.

"Hahaha! The power of all living beings is strong, but it is impure and mixed! How can you withstand the demonic source that is the result of the reversal of my three thousand years of pure Buddhist power!" In the black light, the Buddha's remaining consciousness laughed wildly.

The true Buddha's form swayed, and the light from its three masks began to flicker. Having only recently been born, it was indeed powerless against the final blow delivered by the Buddha at the cost of his entire life's cultivation.

"Master!" Jian Yi and the others looked at the old sword saint.

Without needing to say more, the old swordsman, who was already prepared, immediately took a step forward.

With just one step, the sword intent in the world intensified tenfold. It wasn't killing intent, but a pure Dao.

Cut off all illusions and directly reach the true Tao!

"Buddha, it's time for you to set off."

The old sword saint's voice was calm, yet it caused the Buddha's consciousness within the black light to let out a sharp shriek: "Yin Ruozhuo! You damned old dog! It's all your fault, everything is your fault!!!"

The dark aura immediately swept towards the old sword saint. At this moment, the Buddha had reversed into a demon, and his hatred for the old sword saint had long surpassed that of the suppressed true Buddha.

Faced with the inky blackness, the Sword Saint remained silent, with only the sound of sword cries echoing throughout the world, trailing a faint, clear light.

The moonlight wasn't dazzling, but it made the inky blackness of the sky appear as if ice and snow were meeting the sun.

It began to melt rapidly.

The only thing that had troubled the old sword saint before was the Buddha's countless powers of faith. Now that the Buddha has turned into a demon, it's a different story for the sword saint.

It has no deterrent effect whatsoever.

With just one sword strike, the ink was severed, bringing some clarity to the previously crazed Buddha.

"Yin Ruozhuo, I will remember this grudge!"

"Wait for my return."

"I will slaughter your entire Tianyuan Sword Sect!!!"

As the Buddha roared, the surrounding black light suddenly contracted, transforming into a thin line that shot towards the heavens in an instant.

He wants to escape!

A thousand years ago, he was no match for the Sword Saint, and now, after failing at the last moment, he is even less of a match for the Sword Saint. He didn't even think about fighting the Sword Saint to the death. But being unable to defeat the Sword Saint doesn't mean he can't escape. He has ruled the Western Desert for a long time, and even in his current defeat, if he were determined to escape, the Sword Saint wouldn't be able to stop him.

As he had predicted, the thin black line seemed to transcend space and time, crossing the Holy Temple in the blink of an eye and heading towards the Endless Sea further west.

Even though the Sword Saint gave chase, he could only watch helplessly as the distance between them grew further and further, until finally the Sword Saint simply stopped.

Upon realizing that the pursuit behind them had stopped, the Buddha felt a surge of pride.

But then came a surge of resentment.

He lost.

A complete and utter defeat.

Not only did their plan against the Sword Sect fail, but they also brought trouble upon themselves, squandering the Buddhist kingdom they had painstakingly built.

It's all the Sword Saint's fault!

And that Gu Xiu!

If he hadn't given away three masks, he would still be the Buddha of the Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom, and even the Sword Saint wouldn't have been able to truly kill him!

"Wait for my return!"

"The Three Enclosures of Calamity are about to be born. Once the Three Enclosures of Calamity are born, I will join the Calamity and uproot you all, all those you care about, all those you are concerned about..."

"Slaughter them all!!!"

The Buddha roared inwardly, having made up his mind.

"Boom~!"

Just then, a deep, rumbling thunder suddenly sounded, followed by a drop of rain falling from the sky and landing on the Buddha's face.

It's raining?

what happened?

Having fought against the True Buddha and exchanged blows with the Sword Saint, even if there were clouds in the sky, they would have been scattered long ago, let alone condensed into rain.

And this rain...

Suddenly, the Buddha seemed to realize something and looked up in alarm.

But then, a celestial sect, which countless cultivators envied yet countless supreme beings feared, appeared quietly in the sky above.

Immortal gate!

Ascend to Immortality!

Even the missing Immortal Gate Stone in the corner of the wall at the entrance is exactly the same as the one I've seen before!

and……

Beneath the immortal gate, steps appeared out of thin air, extending downwards.

Below those stone steps stood a figure.

It's the Sword Master!

His stopping just now was not to give up the pursuit, but to manipulate heaven and earth and choose to ascend to immortality!

"not good!"

The Buddha's heart tightened, and he hurriedly quickened his pace, wanting to continue his escape. But this time, he had only taken one step when a voice came from his heart.

"Can you escape?"

Along with it, a monstrous sword intent instantly appeared before the Buddha. He tried to change direction and escape, but every time he made a move, the sword intent would immediately follow him like a shadow, blocking his way and forming a sword intent prison that left him nowhere to hide.

"Yin Ruozhuo, you've gone mad!"

"You're even willing to ascend to heaven just to keep me here?!"

The Buddha was both shocked and furious: "With your strength, even an ordinary immortal would not be your match. But you choose to ascend to immortality at this time. Even if your strength advances again, you can only choose to ascend to immortality. Once you give up ascending to immortality, you will cut off your own path. Even your lifespan will rapidly decline! How many years do you have left to decline? You madman, are you really not afraid?"

"What is there to fear?" The old sword saint laughed and strode forward. "Since I began cultivating the sword, all I have sought is to eradicate injustice in the world. As long as the world exists, what does it matter if I die on the spot?"

As he spoke, he pointed his long sword at the sky.

"The Way of the Sword, Opening Heaven!"

An indescribable sword light shot into the sky, piercing straight into the tribulation clouds. The heavenly thunder within the tribulation clouds seemed to be enraged, with billions of bolts converging and transforming into a thunder dragon stretching across the sky, rushing towards the sword light.

The moment the sword light collided with the thunder dragon, the heavens and earth fell silent.

Then came light, a light purer and more vast than the light that had appeared when the Buddha clashed with the True Buddha. That light contained not destruction, but the will to create.

After the light dissipated, everyone was shocked to see that the tightly closed gate in the sky had been pushed open halfway!

Behind the door is a misty, ethereal atmosphere and an endless starry river.

As the door opened, the sword intent cage that had been trapping the Buddha expanded dramatically, instantly pinning the black thread that the Buddha had transformed into firmly to the void, preventing it from escaping no matter how much it struggled.

"No! No! This Buddha is willing to surrender! Willing to relinquish my cultivation! I only ask to save my life!" The Buddha's consciousness uttered its final lament.

The old swordsman simply shook his head: "Too late."

The longsword in his hand trembled slightly.

The sword light that pinned the thin black line suddenly contracted, crushing the line inch by inch.

Faced with an absolute power disparity, the Buddha's supreme cultivation, schemes, and obsessions ultimately transformed into specks of black light, completely dissipating into the world.

The ruler of the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Desert.

Fall!

The old swordsman truly lived up to his word; he said he would wipe out the Buddhist Kingdom, and he really did!

Even after doing all this, the old sword saint's aura remained strong, and the path to heaven in front of him radiated a dazzling light, as if it couldn't wait to invite him to step onto the path to immortality.

Please ask him.

Immediately reach immortality!

Ascend to heaven today!!!