Chapter 653 Past Buddha

Chapter 653 Past Buddha

The moment the two of them stepped into the Buddhist world, the already slightly dim sky instantly fell into deeper darkness.

The last glimmer of light on the horizon was also swallowed up by this inexplicable force, and the whole world was instantly shrouded in a thick shadow.

A sudden sandstorm raged, and the flying gravel dyed the sky extremely black.

Yang Zhiyuan's sight was completely swallowed up, and he could only see a few feet of blurry and narrow land in front of him.

Yang Zhiyuan took a deep breath and tried to calm down the panic in his heart.

Unexpectedly, this breath was mixed with countless tiny grains of sand, which made him frown.

At this moment, he suddenly realized,

His own magical power to protect his body was completely useless in front of this raging sandstorm.

And as the wild sand in the sky was ruthlessly stirred up by the wind, Yang Zhiyuan felt that his soul and thoughts seemed to be bound, becoming dull and heavy.

Even the martial arts spirit at the Wujun level has become weak.

"His Royal Highness Buddha..."

Yang Zhiyuan turned his head, but his words had not yet been fully uttered.

That's when I realized that wherever I looked, the place where the Buddha was standing was already empty.

Only endless darkness and raging sandstorms remained, as if foreshadowing some kind of ominous omen.

He activated the body flower in his body and released the majestic energy and blood in his body like a rushing river without reservation.

To his surprise, the light emitted by the Qi and blood, even though it was as blazing as the sun,

But it can only illuminate the space less than ten feet in front of him, as if bound by invisible boundaries.

The rest of the light was like a mud cow entering the sea, greedily swallowed by the boundless darkness, leaving no trace.

He slowly stepped forward, and he didn't know how long he walked.

But he found that the visual distance was always the same, only three feet in front of him.

The darkness around him seemed to have become an eternal cage, trapping him tightly.

"Your Highness..."

"Your Highness..."

He called softly, his voice echoing in the silent darkness.

He kept trying and exhausted all the means at his disposal.

I tried to break the shackles of darkness, but still failed.

Except for using the river of time, all his methods are useless here.

No matter whether it is Taoism, magic power or martial arts, it cannot exert its due power.

This darkness seems to be so viscous that it has solidified into a solid substance, compressing all magical powers to an insignificant level, and the power is not even one thousandth of its original power.

Although the spiritual energy here is so rich that it is almost condensed into a substantial spiritual liquid,

However, for Yang Zhiyuan, whose cultivation level is as high as heaven and earth, this kind of spiritual energy is like nothing.

He has already surpassed the realm of needing to absorb external spiritual energy to nourish himself.

On the contrary, this overly strong spiritual intelligence interfered with the sensitivity of his five senses to a certain extent.

As a result, his ability to perceive the outside world was greatly affected in such an environment.

"There is no doubt that it is indeed the Buddha Realm... Only the vast and boundless heavenly way of the world can have the power to suppress us on the other side..."

Yang Zhiyuan groaned secretly in his heart, with a hint of unspeakable heaviness in his tone.

This land that used to be shrouded in Buddhism has entered a countdown to destruction.

It is very possible that Tiandao has fallen into madness and will do anything.

Even a heavenly king like him has to temper his temper and act cautiously.

Just out of concern for the safety of Buddha, he continued to move forward in this darkness where he could barely see his fingers.

After searching hard, Yang Zhiyuan could not find any trace of Xie Que, which made him feel an ominous premonition.

He understood that Buddha's son Xie Que was probably no longer nearby.

In this vast darkness, even he could not exert his full strength, not to mention that he had to always be wary of the old Buddhas who might be hiding in the dark.

They are undoubtedly also looking for the whereabouts of Buddha.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhiyuan already had the intention to retreat.

He knew that it would be extremely difficult to find the whereabouts of the Buddha in this Buddhist world by himself.

Yang Zhiyuan decided to withdraw to the Maha Realm first, gather the powerful people in the Maha Realm and plan again.

With a gentle wave of his hand, he opened the portal to the river of time.

That door was like a crack in the void, revealing a light that didn't belong to this world.

Yang Zhiyuan took steps without hesitation, and instantly merged into this light, and then disappeared without a trace.

When he stepped out of it again, he had already returned to the Maha Realm.

At the same time, Xie Que was in an unimaginably distant place.

That distance is difficult to reach in a short time even if the Heavenly Lord on the other side rushes with all his strength without being suppressed.

Here, it is almost farther than across the entire Maha Realm.

Xie Que also used his own Qi and blood as a guide to ignite a blazing flame.

He could feel that this Buddhist world was no longer what he was familiar with millions of years ago.

Recalling that when I arrived here more than a million years ago, the Buddhist world was already devastated, as if I had experienced a baptism of doomsday.

Everywhere is penetrated by void energy, and every inch of land exudes an aura of despair.

But when Xie Que stepped into this land again, he didn't notice any trace of the void invasion, as if that dark history had never happened.

But even so, the familiar and ancient atmosphere filling the air,

He still concluded that this was the Buddhist world he had been to before.

Within the Buddhist world, spiritual energy still flows down like a waterfall.

Part of it has condensed into a liquid state, gathering into spiritual pools, or seeping into the ground.

But what makes Xie Que feel weird and puzzling the most is that the one that was already on the verge of collapse a million years ago,

The Buddhist world, which seemed to be about to collapse at any time, has now become extremely stable.

Although the environment inside is still harsh, as if the apocalypse is coming, and no life can live in it at all,

But at least in terms of structure, it has stabilized.

It is no longer like the worlds Xie Que encountered before, which may completely collapse and fall into the void at any time.

Somehow, Xie Que's heart seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force.

Like a sudden impulse, an indescribable impulse drove him in one direction.

This power seems to be a call from ancient times,

It was like the whisper of some unknown existence, leading him through the endless darkness and wind and sand.

He turned his body into a candle and his blood into a torch to light up the road ahead.

He didn't know how long he had been traveling in this direction, but the scene in front of him remained the same.

The darkness without beginning or end swallows everything like an abyss, the roaring wind and sand are like the breath of a giant beast,

Dust accumulated all over the sky, shrouding the entire world in chaos.

Xie Que knew that no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead was, the worst result would be death.

Even if you die, you can just wait to be resurrected by the Death Trial Tulu.

But what really made him move forward and desperately pursue this calling was

It was the strong curiosity deep inside him.

He longs to know what kind of existence it is,

Being able to transcend the boundaries of time and space and send such a strong call to him.

I don’t know how long they walked, but an unusual sight finally appeared in Xie Que’s eyes.

It was a lonely small temple, standing quietly in this desolation.

Although this temple was small, it seemed to contain some indescribable attraction, which made Xie Que stop involuntarily.

The temple's area is not large, it is only equivalent to the courtyard of an ordinary house, and its length and width are only about seven or eight feet.

Although it looks simple and unpretentious, it reveals the vicissitudes of time.

There seemed to be traces of random smearing on the temple walls with charcoal sticks.

Those lacquer paintings that were supposed to be lifelike were now covered with a thick layer of charcoal dust.

Only a few outlines are vaguely revealed, making it difficult to see the full picture.

Xie Que used the faint light to carefully observe these murals covered by charcoal dust.

In the blur, he could barely make out two big bare feet, which seemed to be stepping on the clouds, giving people an otherworldly feeling.

Apart from this, the rest of the body was tightly covered with charcoal dust, making it impossible to see its true appearance.

Xie Que reached out his hand without hesitation, releasing Zhou Guang to go back in time.

But even if he went back tens of millions of years, the content on the wall remained the same, without any change.

He realized that the contents on the wall might be much older than he imagined.

Then he reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​continuing to look back in time.

He walked around the mottled wall and came to the main entrance of this lonely little temple.

The "door" of the small temple may have become dilapidated under the erosion of the endless wind and sand.

Passing through the front hall, Xie Que's steps slowed down unconsciously.

He continued to move forward and entered the main hall, but what he saw was emptiness.

The scene that should have been solemn and solemn with numerous Buddha statues,

At this moment, there was only a void left, and those Buddha statues that carried faith disappeared without a trace.

This was not due to weathering, as everything else in the temple was intact.

Xie Que searched carefully in this empty temple, not missing every corner, hoping to find any trace of the gods and Buddhas.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get what he wanted.

There is nothing else in the hall except the traces of time.

"It's really weird." Xie Que muttered to himself, and the fire of curiosity in his heart burned even more intensely.

He wanted to know more and more which deity this small temple had once been dedicated to.

Why didn't even the slightest trace remain?

Then, Xie Que opened the door and stepped into the backyard.

At that moment, his eyes were attracted by a bonfire in the center.

The flame jumped in the darkness, as if it was the only light in this desolate land.

The bonfire seemed to have spirituality and sensed Xie Que's approach.

It suddenly rose into the air and suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, he seemed to see a monk sitting peacefully embracing the fire.

But when the flame slowly fell back to its normal height, the monk's figure also disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Xie Que knew that what he just saw was by no means an illusion, but actually happened before his eyes.

The monk's body was completely black, and his facial features were swallowed up by the darkness, making it impossible to identify his true identity.

Xie Que slowly walked towards the flame, but was surprised to find,

Under the flames, there were only three or two thin branches as support.

They were so slender that they seemed to be swallowed up by the flames at any time, unable to support such a strong flame.

The next moment, the bonfire seemed to be pulled by an invisible force.

Soaring into the sky, the flame body swayed in the wind and tilted in one direction.

But this time, Xie Que’s eyes were as bright as fire,

He also saw the figure of the monk he had just seen, now quietly hiding in his own shadow.

It blends into the darkness, and would be almost undetectable if not for the light of the fire.

The monk turned the beads in his hand and chanted scriptures in his mouth, but no sound was heard.

At the same time, a weak and trembling voice quietly penetrated into his ears:

"Master...save me..."

The voice was filled with endless despair and pleading, as if it were the last call of a soul in the abyss.

Xie Que looked around, but saw only flickering firelight and no one else.

So he looked at the monk in the shadow and asked softly: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Although the voice was weak, it seemed particularly clear in this silent night:

"I am a believer in ****. I have believed in him for 367.24 million years..."

When Xie Que heard this, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable shock in his heart.

367.24 million years?

How could a Buddha exist for so long?

Even the Buddha may not have such a long lifespan, right?

Xie Que frowned involuntarily and asked again: "Tell me again, which god and Buddha are you a follower of?"

"..." The voice came again after a while,

But they were also words that Xie Que couldn't understand, just like syllables coming out randomly.

But after hearing this, Xie Que could conclude that this was not a random statement.

The two pronunciations were completely different, but they gave him the impression that they pointed to the same thing.

Xie Que asked again: "Then what are you sacrificing when you are reciting scriptures now?"

The shadow swayed slightly in the firelight, as if blown by an invisible wind.

The shadow said: "The past... I am offering sacrifices to the past..."

"But the past...is already empty..."

"In the past?" Hearing this, Xie Que couldn't help but feel an inexplicable horror in his heart.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the endless night into his chest,

An ancient name suddenly flashed in my mind - "Landeng Ancient Buddha".

Only such a past Buddha, who has transcended the world, has such incredible power, able to completely erase all traces of himself, as if he had never existed.

Xie Que thought to himself and tried to blurt out that ancient and mysterious name.

However, the tip of his tongue felt like it was pressed by a thousand pounds of weight, and he could only spit out a bunch of messy, meaningless syllables: "****"

To his surprise, the monk in the shadow seemed to understand what he meant and nodded slightly:

"That's right...it's him..."

Xie Que asked again: "Then how should I rescue you?"

The shadow monk said: "Put out the fire..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Que subconsciously raised his hand, preparing to put out the bonfire directly.

However, at this moment, a sudden feeling of fear froze his movements like ice.

He knew that after reaching the other shore, every thought and action he had would

These are by no means accidental or whim, but must have their profound reasons.

If he really puts out this fire as he pleases, it may lead to a series of unpredictable and terrible consequences. (End of chapter)