Spirit Mountain, Great Leiyin Temple.

Another clash with the Jade Emperor, the Buddha withdrew his Divine Skills.

"Jin Naluo Bodhisattva and Victory Fighting Buddha request an audience!"

Kasyapa Venerable stepped forward to report.

"Let them in!"

Tap, tap, tap.

Amidst the low sound of footsteps, Song Lin and Sun Wukong slowly entered the hall.

More than half of the Buddhas lining both sides of the grand hall were absent, likely dispatched by the Buddha to engage the Heavenly Court.

Among the visitors, Anan was nowhere to be seen.

The Buddha felt perplexed.

"Where is Anan?" Tathagata inquired.

What puzzled him even more was Sun Wukong's appearance—why did he revert to his former looks?

Neither of them answered. Sun Wukong asked unceremoniously, "Was the affair with the Monkey Clan of Huaguo Mountain your doing?"

"A monk must sever all mortal ties. You consort with demons daily; the Buddhist Sect must teach you a lesson. Do you understand?"

As monks are forbidden to lie, the Buddha made no effort to conceal the truth and directly admitted to orchestrating it.

"And, where is Anan?"

"Here!"

Sun Wukong threw out Anan's severed head.

Boom!

Sun Wukong drew out his Ruyi Jingu Bang, wrapped in wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, and swung it straight at the Buddha.

At this point, Sun Wukong looked terrifying.

Three parts demonic nature, three parts devilish nature, three parts mortal nature, and a trace of Buddha nature.

The Buddha's lips curled into a faint smile as his golden right palm gently pressed toward the two.

In an instant, the ground beneath them expanded without limit, stretching endlessly across millions of miles. They were left alone—the Buddha vanished, and Sun Wukong suddenly lost his target.

A giant golden palm descended.

This was the Tathagata Divine Palm, the very technique used to suppress Sun Wukong for five hundred years.

This strike sealed the space, harnessing the power of the Small Thousand World, rendering Song Lin's Time-Space Dao ineffective.

Outside the Great Heroic Treasure Hall.

Boom!

The Buddha and the Buddhas appeared outdoors, and the golden palm shattered the Great Heroic Treasure Hall. Though the Buddha verbally disrespected them, he still exerted his full power, willing to destroy the hall if necessary.

This time, there was no intent to suppress—only to kill.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Two figures stood firm.

The one on the left, dressed in black, stood atop a pitch-black Lotus Throne, holding a Thunder Fire Sword in his left hand and a Bright Treasure Wheel in his right.

On the right was Sun Wukong, now three-headed and six-armed. His right head had green eyes like glittering jewels, brimming with demonic nature; his left head had Eyes of Golden Flame, radiating the aura of an Immortal. The central head bore black hair and black pupils, exuding the sinister energy of a Demon Head.

"Is this… going demonic?" Guanyin Bodhisattva said in shock.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Wutian Demon Buddha, also Jin Naluo Bodhisattva, Emperor Ziwei, Master Xuandu, and Miao Le Heavenly Venerate!"

"I am Demon Lord Sun Wukong!"

"Attack!"

As the words left his mouth, countless evil demons and ghosts poured forth from the pitch-black Lotus Throne.

The Demon Monkey took up his thousand-jin rod.

Sun Wukong leapt high, aiming directly for the Buddha's head.

Song Lin led an army to assault the Buddhas.

As they say, corruption makes one stronger.

After falling into demonic ways, Sun Wukong possessed not only Buddha nature but also demonic and even monstrous nature. This unique constitution was rare even to Song Lin, who saw potential for him to become the Demon of Ten Thousand Demons. Under Wutian's guidance, Sun Wukong succumbed to demonic transformation, becoming the Demon Lord second only to Wutian himself.

Sun Wukong drew closer and closer to Tathagata. In his demonic form, he was no longer a mere Heavenly Immortal; even True Immortal Buddhas were swept away by a single stroke of his cudgel.

In a blink, he reached the Buddha's crown, his ferocity shaking the heavens, seeming ready to break through Tathagata's Dharma Body.

The Buddha's lips remained curled in that faintly mocking smile.

"You cannot escape the Five-Finger Mountain."

The Buddha smiled serenely, with a gesture of plucking a flower.

Crack, crack…

Sun Wukong's form froze, his dharma body fracturing like shards of glazed glass. From within, beams of golden light erupted, burning everything outward.

All Buddhist Law stems from Tathagata.

Sun Wukong's master Xuputi was one of Tathagata's ten chief disciples. From the start, the monkey had always been within his grasp.

Sun Wukong's eyes brimmed with disbelief.

The Buddha clasped his hands in compassion, his voice deep and resonant as he murmured to himself.

"It's easier to break free from the Five-Finger Mountain on the outside than the one within the heart."

The implication being, Sun Wukong had never truly escaped the Five-Finger Mountain.

These words carried an overwhelming sense of despair.

Sun Wukong coughed up blood, his body falling like a severed kite.

"Tathagata! One day, I, old Sun, will…"

Boom!

At that moment, Sun Wukong suddenly regained vitality. His eyes burst forth with blood-red light, as if he had consumed an Immortal Pill—indeed, that was precisely what had happened.

Everything earlier had merely been an act.

His acting skills were superb, allowing him to successfully close in on Tathagata.

"Bald donkey, this is called destruction for rebirth."

Sun Wukong pushed his Mana to its limit, unleashing a chaotic collision of various elemental forces within his body.

Then, he detonated it.

"No!"

The Buddha realized too late, but the deed was already done.

A pitch-black sphere of energy engulfed Tathagata's Dharma Body. The sphere exploded, rippling out devastating waves.

The entire Great Leiyin Temple was overturned.

Of the Buddhas—those who weren't dead were gravely wounded.

After some time passed, the smoke finally cleared. Tathagata reappeared, unharmed, though the slightly dimmed halo behind his head betrayed his weakened state.

The Lotus Throne beneath him lay shattered to pieces.

Meanwhile, Song Lin and Sun Wukong had long since fled.

The Buddha's expression turned grim, his eyes radiating murderous intent.

"Randeng Buddha, you've caused me much suffering."

At this moment, the Buddha could no longer fail to grasp what had transpired.

When the Lotus Throne shattered and revealed the Buddha Relics within—later seized by Song Lin—the Buddha could discern the underlying plot.

Le Tian was Xuandu. Le Tian was Randeng Buddha's disciple. Xuandu was Lord Lao Zi's disciple. One an Ancient Immortal, the other an Ancient Buddha, together they nurtured this so-called savior.

The relic within the Lotus Throne likely belonged to Amitabha Buddha. As for who placed it there—that went without saying.

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