"Yuhua Sect? Wu Hui has made a move?"
The River Guardian Heavenly King cared more about this point.
Xuan Xin: "He has yet to show himself, but if this drags on, I can only fall back to defend."
River Guardian Heavenly King: "..."
He had originally thought the first one on their side who couldn't hold out would be Ming Qi; he hadn't expected in the slightest that it would be Xuan Xin.
"Wait a bit longer. Once Tai Yu receives the news, he will definitely rush over."
The River Guardian Heavenly King said.
Xuan Xin: "How dare you guarantee that Tai Yu will definitely help us?"
River Guardian Heavenly King: "He has no reason not to help!"
This argunt obviously could not put Profound Heart True Monarch at ease.
Because even the Yuhua Sect, which was the least likely to intervene, had openly taken a side, things on the Daluo Sect's end were not necessarily reliable.
"Amitabha."
A Buddha's na resounded.
Ming Qi, who was using the Great Divine Vajra Dharma Form to intercept the White Fla Dragon, took note of the situation on the River Guardian Heavenly King's side.
He did not hear what Profound Heart True Monarch said, but relying on his Glazed Buddha Heart, he keenly sensed that the other party had already given rise to the intent to retreat.
"True Monarch, do not be anxious. This poor monk still has one more thod."
Ming Qi's calm voice ca.
"If the Holy Monk still has any ans, please use them as soon as possible."
Facing this Buddha's son, who had originally had limitless prospects yet willingly chose to sacrifice himself, Profound Heart True Monarch held him in so respect.
Ming Qi pressed his palms together, his face without sorrow or joy, as though he had already transcended all suffering.
Behind him, that titanic, heaven-supporting, peerlessly mighty Great Divine Vajra Dharma Form actually let out a wail of unbearable strain. Cracks spread out from its core, then it collapsed with a thunderous boom, turning into billions of dazzling golden points of Buddha Light, falling like a rain of stars and rging into the radiance surrounding his body!
Originally a void-like existence with no sense of presence whatsoever, he now burst from inside out with an indescribable, ultimate light. Its radiance was pure and blazing, instantly devouring all miscellaneous colors on the battlefield, becoming the sole stroke of brightness between Heaven and Earth!
"I vow to abandon body and life, skin, flesh, sinew, and bone, mind upon mind in unbroken succession..."
The vast and solemn Buddha's Words again traveled faintly from where Jing Heng was.
It was still that scripture which contained the supre rit of body sacrifice—the Essential Body Sacrifice Scripture!
Ming Qi had already discarded the Seven Great Divine Powers, and this ti, what he was going to abandon was the Martial Saint Body—
Blood! Flesh! Skin! Tendons! Bone!
All abandoned!
First to boil was the Martial Saint's Blood surging through his body. That blood was no longer mundane crimson, but had been tempered to the extre, pure and immaculate, a glazed golden color.
The scorching blood broke free from the shackles of its vessel, surging out from every inch of Ming Qi's body, transforming into a vast and majestic Glazed Blood River, resplendent with golden brilliance!
Next was his incomparably tough Martial Saint's Skin.
The skin covering his whole body suddenly unfurled, separating from the flesh. In endless radiance it continuously stretched, becoming infinitely vast. Its color shifted into a pure, weighty earth-gold; upon it naturally appeared imasurable patterns, each line like coiled dragons and serpents, yet also like innate Sanskrit characters.
Then ca the Martial Saint's Flesh that contained boundless power.
One saw the treasure-glow shimring from Ming Qi's body as flesh and blood peeled away inch by inch, yet there was not the slightest stench of gore; instead it burst forth with gentle and auspicious Buddha Light.
Every piece of flesh leaving the body violently changed in midair—wriggling, growing, reshaping... In the blink of an eye, it transford into a million戒-holding monks!
Next, the Martial Saint's Tendons were drawn out from within his body, transforming into Protective Heavenly Dragons one after another, coiling and entangling, weaving and twisting together in the air.
Last was the Martial Saint's Bones that bore all—
The two hundred and six bones of his body trembled in unison, letting out a booming like great bells and bronze chis, then broke out of his body.
Under the chanting of the Buddha's Words, they spun, assembled, and constructed... In an instant, a towering, magnificent, and sacred Nine-layered Massacre Treasure Tower floated in the air.
That a single Martial Saint Body could display such astonishing might—its commotion even greater than when Ming Qi discarded the Seven Divine Abilities at once, and the power gained even stronger.
This was because while Ming Qi sacrificed the Martial Saint Body, he also abandoned all of his power as a Martial Saint and all of his Qi Fortune!
He had shattered cultivation records, becoming the youngest Martial Saint in history; this alone had earned him a portion of Qi Fortune's blessing.
Added to the Qi Fortune of becoming a Martial Saint and the Qi Fortune of being a Buddha's son, the three layers of Qi Fortune stacked together, making his personal Qi Fortune extrely abundant!
At this mont, all of that Qi Fortune rged completely into the Martial Saint Body, and was then sacrificed together!
To discard all Divine Skills to beco a Saint had already dood Ming Qi to not have long to live.
So back when he decided to take this step, he had already decided the manner of his own death—
To abandon himself before his Realm collapsed!
Ming Qi, this Glazed Buddha Son, had once been a forsaken child; everything he possessed had co from the Buddhist order.
Now, he returned everything of himself to the Buddhist order, then dispersed between Heaven and Earth.
Leaving not the slightest trace, just like the Tao he had condensed—
Utterly No Self.
"We respectfully welco Holy Monk Ming Qi, who sacrifices his body to beco a Buddha!"
As a senior, the River Guardian Heavenly King eased his offensive and bowed toward Ming Qi.
Li Fei, suppressed under the Buddha's Palm, watched this scene with sorrow in his eyes, and a chest full of rage.
It was one thing for the Buddhist order to make Ming Qi cast aside his brilliant prospects to go to his death, yet they even had to squeeze dry the last bit of his flesh and blood, exploiting Ming Qi's death to the extre!
Their mouths full of compassion, yet in their deeds where was there even half a shred of compassion?
In the sky, the Glazed Blood River, the million monks, the Protective Heavenly Dragons.... all of these things turned into imasurable light, rging into the Great Sun Buddha Vajra Nirvana Array above the sky do.
A Martial Saint who had Broken Through and climbed to the summit by the Dao of Sacrifice to beco a Buddha transferred, through sacrificing himself, the surging power and Qi Fortune he had gained into the Big Array, where it rapidly condensed and was refined, then shifted toward Pudu Temple.
Above Buddha City.
It was still a doomsday scene of heavy clouds, flickering thunder, tornadoes and ice blades flying together.
Suddenly a Buddha Light pierced through the dark clouds and fell upon that Buddha's Green Lamp on the main hall altar of Pudu Temple.
Imdiately thereafter, Ming Qi's final sutra-chanting in life rolled forth:
"I, by sacrificing my body, make this great vow: if there be any sentient beings hungry who eat my flesh, thirsty who drink my blood, once they have eaten and drunk,
may I cause all sentient beings who eat my flesh thereby to give rise to the Bodhi Heart and depart from the suffering of hunger and thirst, and in the future obtain Dharma-joy as food, supporting the body of their own nature.
Those who drink my blood shall depart from all craving-thirst, and shall obtain the Dharma-water pouring into the source of their hearts; the King of Dharma shall support their transformation-body, and by this aning they shall swiftly attain unsurpassed, perfect, equal Bodhi!"
It was still the Essential Body Sacrifice Scripture.
Jing Heng had opened with the Buddha's Words, and Ming Qi staked his life to furnish its ending—
The Buddha Light fell upon the Buddha's Green Lamp; the originally wavering fla suddenly shone with great brilliance!
Jing Heng, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ditation cushion all this ti, stood up and beckoned with one hand.
The Green Lamp left the Buddha altar and flew into the center of his left palm.
After the battle at Lanling City he had been gravely injured, and later was further wounded when Wenren Zheng single-handedly stord the Buddha Country.
He had nursed his injuries for nearly two years yet still had not recovered; the Living Buddha who had once been ranked alongside Qing Xu now could only rank sixth on the Peak List.
At this mont, the aura on his body was climbing step by step!
Om——
Within Pudu Temple, a hundred and eight great bells exploded into sound at once.
Buddha Jingheng had returned to the Peak!
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