Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 598 - 31: Banners 100000 Behead Yama_2

The advancement of Qi Blood Sword Intent was rapid, transforming from Ru Dao Sword Intent into Dao Intent [Blood].

Li Mo was now able to control his physical body with even greater precision. The number of Dao Intents under his mastery increased to five types: Dao Intent [Loss], Dao Intent [Time], Dao Intent [Zhen], Dao Intent [Years].

"Year after year."

Li Mo wielded his Lifebound Flying Sword. At the moment his body and soul were about to recover, Dao Intent [Years] dispersed outward and directly acted upon himself.

Ridges formed on his skin, and his hair gradually turned gray and white.

Li Mo hadn’t walked far before his appearance transformed into that of an elderly man teetering on the edge of death. His body and soul approached exhaustion, and the Three Dharma Bodies fell back into dormancy.

Nearby, corpses of young children were piled up.

The corpses resembled Li Mo by seventy to eighty percent. These were remnants of past selves severed by Dao Intent [Years], which devastated the foundation of his body and soul.

Dao Intent [Years] offered an unusual form of sacrifice—using past versions of oneself to bear injuries, exchanging the foundation for survival.

Li Mo collected his former selves and stored them in the Corpse Mountain Mini World.

If he were to reabsorb these past selves, he could recover eighty percent of his losses. Instead, Li Mo opted to feign near-death through self-mutilation.

It might not deceive the Master of Time for long, but a few hundred years would be sufficient.

Even if he couldn’t fool the Master of Time, those past selves were still valuable resources, and would only benefit Li Mo’s attempt to ascend as a Daluo Golden Immortal.

"Oh."

Li Mo’s expression turned peculiar as he suddenly sensed, a hundred li southeast, a group of Buddhist believers traveling toward the Western Pure Land.

"The condition of the Buddhist Sect is slightly better than that of the Taoist Sect. It seems they still have believers left."

Having assimilated his body-cultivating self, Li Mo further elevated his command over his physical body. With a light press of his toe on the ground, he vanished instantaneously.

A few breaths later, he appeared above the Buddhist believers.

The group numbered over a hundred, all dressed in the ragged robes of destitute monks, led by an "Arhat" walking at a slow pace.

They were chanting ancient and peculiar scriptures.

Li Mo scrutinized the believers and couldn’t help but exhale in relief.

The Arhat hadn’t used the believers as sustenance, which indicated that order still lingered within the Buddhist Sect—suggesting that Tian Changwen and his comrades were likely unharmed.

"The second upheaval in heaven and earth has yet to fully descend upon the Immortal Realm, but the Buddhist Sect is already making preparations, withdrawing believers into the Western Pure Land."

Though called believers, most were at the False Immortal realm.

This was evidence that even mortals born in the Immortal Realm, having inhaled and consumed abundant Immortal Spirit Energy since childhood, had a significant likelihood of advancing to the Body Integration Realm.

An Arhat, as the Buddhist Sect referred to True Immortals, was akin to Daluo Golden Immortals, labeled as Bodhisattvas, while above them were the past and future Buddhas.

The No-Life Mother was said to be the reincarnation of Randeng, the past Buddha.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

The Arhat let out a long breath and impassively said, "Believers, the Western Pure Land is at most six months away. Then you will cultivate under the Future Buddha’s protection."

The believers clasped their hands together and responded, though some were already on the brink of collapse.

Realizing they couldn’t endure for six months, their legs stiffened as if filled with lead, and their flesh, bones, and sinews began to mutate uncontrollably.

Roar.

Monstrous and grotesque deceitful objects were born, their appearances resembling distorted Buddha statues.

Before the deceitful objects could attack the believers, golden light erupted in the west, and a kilometer-long palm crushed the creatures into flesh paste.

Several believers nearby were caught in the aftermath, their corpses disintegrating into dust amid the sandstorms.

The palm belonged to a Bodhisattva.

But Li Mo’s sharp eyes noted that the skin of the palm was riddled with festering sores—proof that the last remaining Bodhisattvas of the Buddhist Sect were nearing uncontrolled mutation.

Seeing this, Li Mo stealthily merged into the crowd of believers, evading detection even by the Arhat.

With an Arhat leading the way, Li Mo had little reason to fear losing direction.

In his mind, he refined intricate schemes, preparing responses for potential crises.

Half a year passed.

The towering Bodhi Tree came into Li Mo’s view.

The Bodhi Tree, nearly a match for the fabled Jianmu, had shed its leaves, now covered in pitch-black vines that formed innumerable holes.

The holes looked like twisted human faces upon first glance, and the wind passing through them produced waves of anguished wails.

Li Mo’s Cave God’s Eye opened.

Uncertain if it was an illusion, he discerned that the heavily injured Future Buddha, Maitreya, appeared to be sealed, whereas the aura of the No-Life Mother was entirely unrestrained.

As he approached the Western Pure Land, Li Mo confirmed his Cave God’s Eye’s senses were accurate.

On the branches of the Bodhi Tree hung a Liu Li jar spanning a hundred meters, within which Maitreya Buddha resided—a mass of amorphous flesh bearing twisted facial features frozen in a semblance of a smile.

"Maitreya Buddha has already mutated beyond control. If released, he might wreak havoc like the Three Taoist Ancestors, turning the Western Pure Land into a wasteland."

This offered a glimpse into the dire state of the Immortal Realm.

Leaving aside the Devil Sect, the Buddhist Sect retained an outward semblance of stability, yet their situation was worse than the Taoist Sect. Maitreya Buddha was a ticking time bomb.

"Honored Maitreya Respected One above."

"The suffering of this life, traded for the joy of the next existence."

"Amitabha Buddha."

......

The believers scrambled to kneel and bow, making the ensuing journey all the more arduous. The Arhat’s expression inevitably revealed traces of impatience.

Li Mo detached himself from the crowd and quickened his pace.

Within a hundred li, the ground was already paved with bricks of pure gold, further adorned with agate and jade, exuding unprecedented opulence.

In stark contrast, the believers remained worn and emaciated.

The Buddhist Sect promulgated a notion that worldly suffering was immutable; the hardships endured by monks naturally reduced the burden of suffering placed upon all other beings.

But...

The origin of suffering was the Master of Time. No matter how many broken heads the monks presented, the upheavals would remain utterly unchanged.