Chapter 397: The Perfect White Moonlight, A Gift from the Great Monk

Chapter 397: The Perfect White Moonlight, A Gift from the Great Monk

As Qi Yuan spoke, the six unspeakable Buddhas simultaneously turned their gazes toward the ninety-seven true Buddhas.

They had no self, no person.

No being, no life.

The Buddhas of past, present, and future gathered.

Their appearances were majestic, and their wisdom boundless.

The sanctity of the Buddhist Kingdom fell into Qi Yuan’s hands like a plaything, no longer carrying the oppressive majesty of the creation artifact.

"I see the Tathagata, and the Tathagata sees me as I am.

This poor monk, Taihang, greets the Buddhas," said Taihang True Buddha, a Grand Principle true Buddha, as he folded his hands in a gesture of respect to the six Buddhas.

Seeing this, the other true Buddhas felt their hearts cleansed.

"We greet the Buddhas," they all said.

Ninety-seven true Buddhas bowed, their voices as solemn as a great thunderstorm.

All the half-Buddhas followed suit, bowing.

"We greet the Buddhas!"

The sound resounded through the heavens, spreading across the entire Flowing Wind Realm.

All monks and cultivators, hearing this, realized that the Buddhist Kingdom had a Buddha Lord.

Countless monks folded their hands in reverence, bowing toward the direction of Guizhi City.

"We greet the Buddhas!"

Ninety-seven true Buddhas paying homage to the Tathagata signified that the Buddhist Kingdom now had a Buddha Lord.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan beamed.

"I’m a decent guy, right? You lent me the Great Sun Golden Lotus, and I’ve given you a Buddha Lord in return."

Not far away, the half-Buddha, Cantuo, was sweating profusely.

This guy is serious!

And he actually delivered a Buddha Lord!

"But you’ve been pretty decent too, just handing me the Buddhist Kingdom like that."

Qi Yuan held the Buddhist Kingdom, his expression calm.

The Buddhist Kingdom, now resembling a relic, was filled with countless stars of Buddha’s words, dense and infinite. Just by gazing at it, one could sense the deep and boundless wisdom of Buddha.

Within the Buddhist Kingdom, several supreme truths stood out, flashing brilliantly due to the presence of the three-time Buddhas, and the sound of Buddha’s chants filled the sky.

Taihang True Buddha’s expression shifted.

The other true Buddhas were bitter but could not voice their frustrations.

The Buddhist Kingdom was priceless, the foundation of the sacred lands of the Buddhist Kingdom.

None of these true Buddhas could control the creation artifact—if they could, the Buddhist Kingdom would already be unified under them.

But now, how did it end up in his hands?

"Haha, I’m just joking. This Buddhist Kingdom is useless to me."

Qi Yuan waved his hand as he held the Buddhist Kingdom, appearing nonchalant.

After all, this was the treasured possession of the sacred lands of the Buddhist Kingdom. If lost, those sacred lands might fall from the Fifth Heaven.

First, Qi Yuan thought of himself as a good guy—he’d borrow, but never return.

Second, a wealthy "white moonlight" was always better than a poor one.

The other true Buddhas breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, their eyes fixed on the Buddhist Kingdom.

Then, Qi Yuan waved his hand.

"Wutian, I’ll leave this Buddhist Kingdom in your care."

The Buddhist Kingdom fell into the hands of Wutian Buddha Lord, who smiled darkly, his disheveled appearance adding to the ominous aura.

The Buddhist Kingdom trembled, as if trying to escape.

However, in Wutian’s hands, the Buddhist Kingdom was utterly powerless.

The other true Buddhas saw this and were deeply unsettled.

They feared that this unkempt Buddha would crush the Buddhist Kingdom in his palm.

"Relax, Wutian Buddha Lord is... my friend, completely trustworthy. He’s just playing a little game with the Buddhist Kingdom," Qi Yuan said casually.

Since he said he was recommending friends, these Buddhas were indeed his friends.

At this moment, Taihang True Buddha stepped forward, gazing at Qi Yuan with reverence in his eyes.

"May I ask, how should we address the Heavenly Sovereign?"

All the true Buddhas were curious about Qi Yuan’s identity.

After all, if he was merely a Blood Lord from the lower realm, there was no way he could be this powerful.

"In this realm, I am the Blood Lord. In the Canglan Realm, I am the Blood-Clad Sword God. My name... is Qi Yuan."

Qi Yuan’s expression remained calm.

The eyes of the true Buddhas flickered with recognition, countless thoughts racing through their minds.

Meanwhile, next to Chen Huan, Kunxia Daoist’s heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy stone.

"Canglan Realm... Blood-Clad Sword God!"

His eyes bulged, his mind shaken.

This... Oh no... He looked up at the ten suns in the sky, on the verge of tears.

Chen Huan, however, didn’t notice Kunxia Daoist’s distress. He was equally shocked, his admiration for his older brother swelling.

No wonder he’s my big brother—he’s incredible!

Always creating miracles.

At this moment, Taihang True Buddha’s gaze remained steady. He looked up at the sky and spoke a single true word.

"Seal!"

Instantly, the Flowing Wind Realm was completely cut off from the upper realm.

Before descending, he had already isolated the realm, and now he added a second layer of protection.

After all, the matter of the Buddha Lord was of utmost importance—especially the future Buddha.

There was no future in this world, so how could there be a future Buddha?

If the future Buddha existed, wouldn’t that mean that one day, the sacred lands of the Buddhist Kingdom could reach the highest Three Heavens?

In the Sixth Heaven, a Grand Principle true Buddha could be a ruler.

The uppermost Three Heavens were shrouded in mystery, beyond comprehension.

At this moment, Taihang True Buddha’s eyes glowed with compassion.

"Join the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly and attain eternal bliss."

The vast sound of Buddha’s voice spread.

Immediately, several hidden cultivators let out screams of pain.

"Ah!"

"No!"

Even Kunxia Daoist was bound by the Buddha’s voice, his entire body paralyzed.

Clearly, Taihang True Buddha was cleansing the realm of spies from the upper realm.

The enemies were sent to bliss.

Allies were immobilized and had their memories erased.

As for Kunxia Daoist, he wasn’t killed.

But any information regarding the future Buddha was instantly erased from everyone’s memories and replaced.

"This man likely belongs to Taihuang Palace and may have ties to the Canglan Realm."

Taihang True Buddha captured Kunxia Daoist and brought him to Qi Yuan’s side.

Qi Yuan’s expression remained calm, unsurprised. He extended his hand, and a few jade slips fell into his palm.

Kunxia Daoist’s soul was extinguished, and his lifetime of memories was absorbed by Qi Yuan.

"Heavenly Sovereign, may I ask how this future Buddha attained Buddhahood?"

Taihang True Buddha spoke.

July 17th was Jinli’s birthday.

The letter he sent to Jinli, if all went well, would reach her on her birthday this year.

He wondered if, by then, he would have overcome the great calamity and ascended to the upper realm.

But... it was soon.

"Taihang True Buddha, could I ask you for a favor?" Qi Yuan asked. "Don’t worry, you’ll be well compensated."

"Please, speak," Taihang True Buddha replied, his expression growing serious.

"Don’t worry, it’s a small matter, not difficult..." Qi Yuan explained the task to him.

But Taihang True Buddha’s face showed difficulty.

"Heavenly Sovereign, I cannot go."

"??" Qi Yuan blinked. "It’s just one heaven away—how can the difference be so big?"

"Under the light of the creation artifact, even a Grand Principle Buddha like me cannot remain hidden, let alone a mere monk," Taihang True Buddha shook his head.

The task Qi Yuan had entrusted him with was to infiltrate the Moon God Palace...

But the Moon God Palace was no less powerful than Taihuang Palace.

Its core regions were illuminated by the creation artifact, making it impossible for even powerful beings to infiltrate.

To infiltrate would mean becoming enemies.

Inside the Buddha Tower.

The Buddha discussion continued.

The position of Saint Buddha Son had sparked fierce competition among the Buddha sons and daughters, as well as the thirteen Northern Demons.

In the end, with help from Bai Ze and Ling Yayi, the Foolish Daoist claimed the title of Saint Buddha Son.

Purple Lotus Buddha Woman grinned widely, patting her chest.

"Hehe, looks like this time the position of Saint Buddha Son belongs to my Purple Zen Sacred Land."

The other Buddha sons and daughters looked on with envy, but soon their desires faded, replaced by serenity.

Ling Yayi was excited.

"Foolish Daoist, remember to plead for my master. When they take the Great Sun Golden Lotus, make sure they spare his life. And ask for some elixirs for him—I don’t want to take care of a drooling old master!"

Master, from now on, I’ll be the one looking out for you!

Ling Yayi felt a wave of emotion.

He imagined his master, now a cripple, standing before his tall and imposing figure. Surely, he’d be too embarrassed to call him "Dog" anymore.

With this thought, Ling Yayi found some comfort amidst the bitterness.

Foolish Daoist shot Ling Yayi a glare.

"I understand."

The Illumined Buddha Son remained calm.

"As for this Blood Lord, I’m quite curious about him. He’s received the creation of a world and possesses the power of reincarnation. Without the Great Sun Golden Lotus, he could become a true Buddha."

He spoke with a hint of regret.

Sometimes, a deeper connection could be a curse.

With excitement in their hearts, Ling Yayi and the others left the Buddha Tower.

But when they stepped outside, the sky was already dark.

The ninety-seven Buddhas who had sat atop the sky were nowhere to be seen.

The once bustling Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly had become eerily quiet.

Ling Yayi panicked.

"Where is everyone? Did they kill my master?"

Foolish Daoist also looked worried.

At that moment, the figure of a prospective Buddha appeared, his gaze deep, still showing traces of shock.

"A great event occurred during the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly, and all the Buddhas have returned, leaving me to handle the matter of the Saint Buddha Son," the prospective Buddha said, his eyes kind as he looked at Foolish Daoist. "Are you the new Saint Buddha Son?"

Ling Yayi blinked, secretly sending a voice message to the Illumined Buddha Son.

"This Saint Buddha Son position sure is lacking in grandeur, isn’t it? No one’s even here to congratulate us."

The Illumined Buddha Son was equally confused, rubbing his head in thought.

"Do you think it’s just a hollow title? Will my plea still work?" Ling Yayi was growing anxious.

At that moment, Foolish Daoist spoke.

"Master, I’ve been fortunate enough to become the Saint Buddha Son. I have a humble request—could you please grant it?"

The prospective Buddha nodded, his gaze warm.

"Speak, and I will listen."

"My master, the Blood Lord, did not intentionally claim the Great Sun Golden Lotus.

If the Buddhist Kingdom must remove the lotus, could you be careful and spare his life?"

The prospective Buddha’s brow twitched at this, his expression turning frantic, losing his serene composure as a monk.

"Hey, don’t say that! Don’t slander us! Since when did the Buddhist Kingdom ever plan to take the Great Sun Golden Lotus from the Blood Lord? That’s completely baseless."

"Ah?" Ling Yayi was dumbfounded.

Foolish Daoist and the Illumined Buddha Son were also stunned.

The prospective Buddha continued.

"Wutian Buddha Lord declared that the Blood Lord should be... the Supreme Buddha. From now on, the Blood Lord is our Supreme Buddha!"

"Supreme Buddha?" Ling Yayi was dumbfounded.

This term... sounds so strange.

I only attended the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly, and now my master is the Supreme Buddha?