Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage-Chapter 46 - Burying Reincarnation Beneath the
Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Burying Reincarnation Beneath the Spiritual Mount
Chapter 46 -46: Burying Reincarnation Beneath the Spiritual Mount
Time passed, time passed…
It felt like a century, yet also like the blink of an eye, as if Heaven and Earth had changed its appearance.
In Jianghu, anyone with eyes wished to see how beautiful Ye Bodhi was and how merciless the sword was; anyone with ears had heard about how formidable Heaven-Defying’s swordsmanship was! No one doubted that their swords could split a fine hair from its root, the two of them were gods of swords, swords of gods.
Because they were gods among swordsmen, the inevitable contest to become Jianghu’s fastest swordsman was unavoidable.
Jiangnan.
In the misty drizzles of Jiangnan.
Two painted boats were slowly approaching each other, the riverbanks crowded with famous figures of Jianghu, all eager to see whose sword was faster, and of course, to catch a glimpse of Ye Bodhi’s unparalleled beauty.
“Is this battle truly unavoidable?” Heaven-Defying stood with his sword, eyes slightly closed.
Ye Bodhi, holding her sword upright, her face veiled with a light silk, smiled, “It’s not possible.”
The two met for the first time, yet their meeting was marked by a battle to the death. Was this not the play of Creation?
Ye Bodhi, such a poetic and wise name, yet it ultimately fell into mundanity, unable to exchange the fame for murmurs of songs. Heaven-Defying sighed inwardly, finding this woman’s voice eerily familiar, as if he had heard it in a past life. But he quickly calmed himself, knowing that a disturbed heart would lead to a disturbed sword.
The two stood at the prow of their boats, hands behind their backs, their swords gently trembling behind them.
One sword was called Extermination Immortal, the other Slaying Immortal… As if the swords themselves were destined to lead their fates, a relentless life-and-death duel.
They said nothing, both closing their eyes, as though savoring the last second of their lives, for they did not know whether they would survive. The moment of decisive battle was approaching, unstoppable by anyone, the two top swordsmen of Jianghu were about to fight a battle to the death.
Nobody onshore spoke, they even dared not breathe loudly, fearing any distraction might be a grave sin.
This battle had no reason.
If one must find a reason, then it is only one word—fate!
Suddenly, Heaven-Defying took out a wine gourd, took a big swig, and then hung the gourd at his waist, saying, “Please!”
Ye Bodhi opened her bright, star-like eyes and smiled, “Please!”
The swords were drawn.
There is nothing eternal in this world, only the swords, these peerless divine blades; at this moment, tens of thousands of eyes were gathered on these swords, holding their breath, waiting for them to make a move.
“Thud, thud!”
The tips of their toes stomped on the prow, already leaping up, sword out!
Nobody saw how they drew their swords—it was simply too fast!
“What kind of swordsmanship is this, so frighteningly fast, I didn’t even see how they struck!”
“This… I’m afraid I wouldn’t last a single stroke! Alas, to have Heaven-Defying and not Ye!”
The spectators already started sweating upon seeing the two draw their swords, such swordsmanship simply shouldn’t be possible for humans.
The two met in the air, their swords swung like long rainbows, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged thirty-seven moves!
The sword flowers, as large as bowl rims, spun and danced, and every time the swords met, they sparked, sending sword Qi bursting out, striking the lake and exploding in waves several yards high—terrifying! Both suddenly felt drained and, using the tip of their left feet on their right, they performed the “Cloud Ascension” Qinggong, leaping up another two yards, attacking as swiftly as the wind, their swords like lightning!
“What a fast sword!” Heaven-Defying exclaimed.
“You’re not bad yourself!” Ye Bodhi coldly said.
Their strokes grew increasingly faster, and when they were nearly exhausted, Heaven-Defying somersaulted backward, his sword blade touching the lake, splashing up several yards of water, yet not a drop touched him, leveraging the force, Heaven-Defying flipped like a kite back into the air! Ye Bodhi also tapped the water surface with both feet, soaring up!
Their swords clashed, spare hands and feet leaving no quarter, True Qi bursting out, creating a thunderous noise.
Ye Bodhi, a woman among men, exhibited extraordinary Cultivation, her True Qi flowing slowly and steadily, not falling half a step behind Heaven-Defying! The more Heaven-Defying fought, the more alarmed he grew, and Ye Bodhi was similarly astounded, both feeling a sense of mutual admiration, yet neither held back, perhaps both wishing to, but fearing that to do so would mean death by the other’s sword.
A hundred and eight sword techniques were swiftly executed, the sword light never pausing, the divine blades clashing with a crisp, pleasing sound, yet filled with endless killing intent!
“Good!” Heaven-Defying roared, slapping his waist gourd, sending the wine gourd flying into the air.
A burst of Sword Qi was released, striking right at the upper part of this wine gourd, immediately causing the strong liquor to splash out, forming a curtain of rain.
Heaven-Defying’s sword thrust was incredibly fast, even twice as fast as before; his sword was thrust horizontally, so a drop of liquor fell onto the sword blade, his Inner Strength circulating, and this drop of liquor clung tightly to the blade.
Ye Bodhi moved to strike with her sword, but Heaven-Defying suddenly changed techniques!
He swung his sword like a stick straight out, Ye Bodhi raised her sword, and Heaven-Defying’s sword struck hers. Due to the excessive force, it bent, and he vibrated it powerfully, sending that drop of liquor flying straight into Ye Bodhi’s eye!
Although it was just a drop of liquor, when a foreign object touches the eye, it reflexively blinks.
This blink brought about a deadly misfortune!
Heaven-Defying’s Sword Qi caused the silk veil on her face to split, and she knew she would die, knowing that just before her sword could thrust into Heaven-Defying’s chest, her throat would be pierced through.
“Is it you?!”
Heaven-Defying couldn’t help but exclaim in shock, even though he still couldn’t recognize her, he felt a strong sense of familiarity. His sword inevitably deviated, and Ye Bodhi was too late to retract her own sword… As a result, the sword unabatedly pierced right through Heaven-Defying’s chest, entering his heart.
The cold blade, the hot blood.
Something seemed to awaken in Ye Bodhi’s heart as she exclaimed, “It’s you!”
Heaven-Defying’s body had already lost strength as he fell from the sky, and with a bitter smile, he said, “It’s me.”
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Bodhi grabbed his waistband and fell onto the Painted Boat, asking, “Why?!”
Heaven-Defying said, “Because… you did too much for me in your last life.”
Tears hidden within Ye Bodhi’s eyes suddenly flowed as she screamed, “Why am I the one to kill you again?!”
Heaven-Defying’s eyes gradually lost their luster as he muttered, “Because… this is Reincarnation!”
Ye Bodhi only remembered that in her past life she was a monk named Hui Ming, who chanted scriptures for his mother and was killed by the Buddha, while she chanted Buddhist scriptures for him for a month and then walked a hundred and eighty thousand miles to Spiritual Mount to seek the Buddha Ancestor… But a Buddha’s child would not let her enter, so she prostrated at the foot of Spiritual Mount until death.
She remembered she had died, not wielding the Slaying Immortal Sword to attack Spiritual Mount, nor did she remember that she was Xuan Ming.
How bizarre!
“Why?!” She cried holding his corpse, remembering that she was Ye Qingxuan in her past life.
“Because… this is Reincarnation!” muttered those bystanders from Jiangnan, turning into wisps of blue smoke, entering the cycle of Reincarnation.
Ye Bodhi carried both swords on her back, and she carried his corpse into the Buddha hall.
She spent a night in the Buddha hall listening to the chanting, not for transcendence but to seek that unusually warm feeling from her past life.
She held Heaven-Defying’s body, step by step, walking toward Western Heaven…
Another ten years passed.
Weathering and travelling step by step, she finally reached the foothills of Spirit Mount.
The guarding Buddha child still looked exactly the same as the last life, and said, “You can’t go in. If everyone who dies comes looking for the Buddha Ancestor, wouldn’t the Buddha Ancestor be overwhelmed?”
Even the words were so similar.
Ye Bodhi put down Heaven-Defying’s corpse, which, after ten years, was still intact; she buried it at the foot of Spirit Mount.
She picked up the Slaying Immortal Sword.
The Buddha child exclaimed in horror, “You… what are you going to do!”
Ye Bodhi sneered, “Last life I believed in Buddha, this life, I shall annihilate Buddha!”
With that said, the sword blade trembled, and she thrust the sword forward.
The Slaying Immortal Sword seemed sentient; with a tremble, thousand rays of killing aura burst forth, encasing the Buddha child, turning him into flying ash.
Ye Bodhi ascended Spirit Mount.
There was only one Buddha, and that was Tathagata, sitting statue-like on the lotus platform, neither joyful nor sorrowful.
“Who are you?” Tathagata finally spoke.
“Who are you?”
“I am the supreme ruler of Western Heavenly Buddha Land, Sakyamuni, Tathagata Buddha!”
Ye Bodhi fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said, “Then it is you I must kill!”
The Slaying Immortal and Extermination Immortal Swords soared into the sky, turning into two divine beams that slashed down. This supreme ruler, Tathagata Buddha, seemingly had no ability to resist. He formed the “Great Lion Seal”, but it was instantly shattered by the two sword beams.
“It’s you… Tong Tian!!!” Tathagata roared in anger, dissolving into nothingness as countless merits scattered as golden light, all absorbed by the swords of Slaying Immortal and Extermination Immortal.
Ye Bodhi suddenly awoke and said, “Who am I really? Am I Xuan Ming, Ye Qingxuan, or Ye Bodhi?”
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She was lost…
“Immeasurable… unending cycles…”
The deep and ancient voice came, slowly turning the wheel of fate, and Ye Bodhi fell unconscious.
“Who am I? Am I Wukong, Hui Ming, or Heaven-Defying? The girl who carried my corpse for a hundred thousand miles, who are you? Who… am I?”
“Immeasurable… unending cycles!”
“Who are you?”
No one answered, another cycle of reincarnation began…