Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 601 - 32: They’re Back, All of Them Are Back
"Forget it, living is too exhausting..."
Han Cai stared blankly at the Bodhi Tree, waiting for the Arhat to notice him.
Suddenly.
Han Cai noticed a figure at the base of the Bodhi Tree. Although the figure’s back was turned, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.
The person was wearing a Daoist robe, creating an illusion of being there and not at the same time.
"Li...Li Mo?"
Han Cai’s pupils shook as he whispered the name that had haunted him for millennia, and the man under the Bodhi Tree turned around slowly, as if realizing something was wrong.
Even after thousands of years, he couldn’t be mistaken.
It was indeed Li Mo.
Han Cai’s face flushed with excitement, but then he remembered the thousands of disciples of the Creation Sect who had perished, and he clutched his head, kneeling in pain.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I, as your master, failed to protect the foundation of the Creation Sect. I failed your expectations, I..."
Han Cai’s words abruptly stopped as a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Master Han, you’ve worked hard."
"Don’t worry, it’s not too late, nothing is too late."
Han Cai instinctively looked up to find Li Mo standing beside him.
"However, if I take the place of the No-Life Mother, would I fall into the hands of the Four Great Bodhisattvas and bear her sins as well?"
Li Mo closed his eyes and opened the Creation Book, and the last Substitute Dao Page ignited without fire, flooding his mind with the massive memories of the No-Life Mother.
He reached out and touched Han Cai’s forehead, then inexplicably vanished.
"Disciple?"
Han Cai looked around in confusion, only to think that Li Mo was a hallucination born from his broken mental realm.
At this moment.
Boom.
Han Cai felt a dharma transmission descend, pure energy poured into his five organs and six viscera from the top of his head, causing an indescribable change in his body and soul, and his spiritual power surged.
In an instant, everything around him froze.
The Arhats walking by, believers prostrate on the ground, the brilliant Buddha Light forming a column, a falling leaf suspended in the air...
"Exactly, what’s happening?"
Han Cai incredulously grabbed the leaf, and immediately, his cultivation began to decline.
The spiritual power from his externalized Dharma Body in the Perfect Transcendence Tribulation Stage leaked uncontrollably from his pores, rendering his body and soul imperceptible to his consciousness.
Swish, swish, swish.
Everything around Han Cai began to rewind, like the tides of time flowing backwards.
He was terrified, stunned for a few moments, saw many fellow Daoists resurrect en masse, and the Nirvana expanding visibly.
Han Cai felt a wave of dizziness, his whole world spinning.
He failed to realize that the scenery had already shifted from the Immortal Realm back to the mortal world, and time reversal accelerated, making sounds overwhelmingly noisy.
When the anomaly ended, Han Cai was still in disbelief.
"Old Han, Old Han..."
Han Cai’s shoulder was pushed a few times.
"What are you doing? We must be cautious in Leiyin Temple, as the No-Life Mother is about to emerge, we must not draw the attention of the Buddhist Practitioners."
"Tian... Changwen."
Tian Changwen frowned slightly, advising softly, "Old Han, your mental realm is unstable, you should go to the periphery and rest for a while."
Han Cai looked around and had returned to the Leiyin Temple before the ascension.
"No...nothing."
The open ground outside Leiyin Temple was crowded with tens of thousands of monks, all from the remaining Buddhist sects.
The nine thousand members of the Creation Sect mingled among them, awaiting their ascension to the Upper Realm.
According to Tian Changwen’s plan, everything was proceeding smoothly, and each person had completed the transformation to an Immortal Creation Body, with Buddha Qi continuously generated in their dantians.
In the meantime, Tian Changwen not only established the Creation Sect within the Buddhist sects, but also led eight different Buddhist temples to align with Futuo Temple.
Who would have thought that a temple with just an old man and a young boy back then would, in just a few hundred years, grow into a giant entity in Tian Changwen’s plans, capable of determining the course of the Buddhist sects?
Without any incidents, after the collective ascension of tens of thousands of monks, they were bound to stick together for warmth.
With Tian Changwen’s methods, he could easily control the entire mortal world’s Buddhist sects and gradually influence Nirvana.
Regrettably...
Han Cai knew that shortly after the birth of the No-Life Mother, the aftershock of the chaos would unexpectedly lead to Tian Changwen’s death, resulting in a complete defeat.
Tian Changwen cannot die, even if I have to sacrifice myself, he must not die.
Han Cai turned pale and grabbed Tian Changwen’s arm tightly, "Old Tian, listen to me, you must not approach Leiyin Temple."
"You’re not in the right state today, I don’t have time for your dawdling."
Tian Changwen helplessly shook off Han Cai and seriously transmitted a thought: "If I don’t take charge, once internal strife breaks out, those Buddhist Practitioners will surely defect, which is a price we cannot afford."
"But..."
Han Cai wanted to reveal the future’s direction, but Tian Changwen had already quietly merged back into the crowd.
He tried to catch up with Tian Changwen; there should still be two or three days left to buffer, as long as he explained the pros and cons of the situation...
Crack, crack, crack.
The sound of the Doulu Tripod cracking was heard.
Han Cai’s pupils slightly contracted, and he couldn’t help but look towards the Great Hall. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
All the monks knelt in unison, palms pressed together, chanting, "All dharmas arise from the mind, originating from the mind, in gathering the environment, returning the mind, gathering the function..."
The seven-colored Buddha Light twisted the light, and the sun above dimmed.
The grand sound of chanting came from all directions, as if the immortals and Buddhas of the heavens had come to celebrate, causing the walls of the Great Hall to transform into gold, and Bodhi trees to sprout from the ground.
"It’s different. Why is the birth of the No-Life Mother different?"
In Han Cai’s impression, the birth of the No-Life Mother was always accompanied by a vision of corpses lying in heaps, and clouds turning into a vast Blood Sea.
Seizing the moment when the other monks closed their eyes, he rushed straight into the Great Hall.
The Doulu Tripod was already covered in cracks.
Inside, there was a calm whisper: "Amitabha."
Bang.
The Doulu Tripod shattered into pieces, and the seven-colored Buddha Light was incredibly dazzling.
Han Cai covered his eyes and, bracing against the Buddha Light, looked around, noticing that the No-Life Mother showed no signs of mutation, unlike the indescribable deformed infant in his memory.
"How could it be? The No-Life Mother has turned into Li Mo?!!"
Li Mo pointed one hand to the sky, the other to the earth, stepped seven paces, and gazed at the clouds in all directions.
"In heaven and on earth, I alone am supreme."
Han Cai was speechless for a long time and just as he regained his wits to speak.
Leiyin Temple froze.
Time once again intertwined rapidly, but this time it didn’t flow backward, but forward.
Han Cai watched, as an observer, the Creation Sect’s ascension to the Immortal Realm, but among them, the No-Life Mother had been replaced by Li Mo.
The No-Life Mother no longer rampaged, and the entire Creation Sect ascended smoothly.
The heavily damaged Maitreya Buddha did not reject Li Mo, and with the abundant resources of Nirvana, it wasn’t long before the Creation Sect firmly established itself there.
Until the second great change of heaven and earth arrived.
Maitreya Buddha chose to seal himself, reducing Nirvana’s area by ninety percent.
The scarcity of resources sparked rifts within the Buddhist Sect.
Li Mo clashed with the Four Great Bodhisattvas and two hundred years ago was jointly trapped, as the Four Great Bodhisattvas planned to seize the opportunity to refine the No-Life Mother.
"Hoo..."
As if waking from a dream.
Han Cai woke in a lane of Nirvana, and after the past was changed, his cultivation soared from the Transcendance Tribulation Stage to the perfect stage of the Fake Immortal Realm.
He realized the disciples of the Creation Sect were quietly hiding throughout Nirvana.
Not one missing.
"They’re back, they’re back, the Creation Sect is back!!!"
Han Cai finally understood what it meant to reverse the future; Li Mo, using unknown means, had seized the No-Life Mother’s fate from the river of time!
Within the temple where the Four Great Bodhisattvas jointly suppressed, the drawn-out sigh of Li Mo echoed.
"The Creation Sect shall endure forever."
Nirvana fell silent for a few moments, then erupted in a uniform shout.
"The Creation Sect shall endure forever!!!"
Buddha Light exploded.
The Arhat who was holding the monkey tore off the kasaya and charged madly towards the Four Great Bodhisattvas.
Some Arhats tried to stop him.
"Hey! Heart Monkey Arhat, disaster is imminent, you..."
"Screw you, listen, I am Sect Master Tian Changwen of the Creation Sect, what nonsense Arhat, I won’t be that."
Tian Changwen slapped and sent the charging Arhat flying.
"Fellow Daoists! The time has come!! Welcome the birth of Supreme Qingtian!!!"
Boom boom boom.
"Impossible, impossible."
Eighteen cultivators of the Creation Sect who had achieved True Immortal status made their move; they had prepared for thousands of years in advance, and even if the Buddhist Sect still had some strength left, the Creation Sect was no pushover.
A beggar with sores all over his body smashed the relic attached to his chest with one punch.
Sword light surged.
That was the Human Sword Jiang Xi.
An old man with missing arms howled skyward, biting through a relic, and as he did so, boundless Demonic Qi spewed from his mouth and nose, corroding the walls.
That was the Beast-faced Ghost Luo Kai.
"Good, good, good!!!"
Han Cai laughed out loud, the bottleneck of the Fake Immortal Realm came naturally, his skin stretched, and his giant spider-like body emerged from the pupa.
Additionally.
Countless human skins filled the sky, and Futu Hermit’s sinister laugh resounded through the clouds; a hundred-meter-long creature smashed through a temple, and Hu Wen bit an Arhat to death before burrowing into the depths of the earth again; Huang Mu transformed into a thousand-meter centipede, poisonous smoke rising to the sky...
The non-human disciples of the Creation Sect no longer hid their identities, resembling droplets forming a river.
"Maitreya is dead, Qingtian shall prevail!"
