Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1619 - 114 Buddha Kingdom Transformation_3

Chapter 1619 -114 Buddha Kingdom Transformation_3

Under the glimmering golden light of glazed skies in the distance, a colossal three-faced Buddha statue stood—with one hand forming the Fearless Seal, and the other the Wish-Granting Seal.

Its features were incomplete, yet faintly revealed expressions of peace, compassion, and fury.

A dim golden halo encircled its back.

It stood silently amidst the vast, desolate mountains and ravines.

Majestic and eerily quiet.

On either side of the Buddha statue, mountain ranges curved like crescents, while a hollow pit lay before it.

“Before the World-Honored Statue, there should have been a lotus pond. There, Class V Treasure Lotuses were planted. Whenever the lotuses bloomed, Master Xinyuan would order the holding of the ‘Lotus Dharma Assembly.’ Thousands of Monk Kings and monks from Buddha Kingdoms would travel tens of thousands of miles to attend this grand event… I, an old monk, once had the fortune to witness it, and to this day, cannot forget it.”

Zhao Jie’s gaze flickered with faint recollection, as if he had returned to the resplendent days of a bygone era before the ancient catastrophe, when ten thousand Buddhas paid homage.

Back then, who would have imagined that not long after, the entire Xituo Continent would sink into the ocean for two or three centuries?

And who would have thought that, over seven hundred years later, he would return to this place and be reminded of the past?

The ever-changing fortunes and calamities of the mortal world are truly unfathomable.

Though Wang Ba felt a trace of longing, at this moment, he had grown more pragmatic. He asked in a deep voice:

“Master, may I ask where the Ten Thousand Buddhas Relic Pagoda is located?”

Upon hearing his words, Zhao Jie snapped out of his reverie, his gaze scanning the distant, dim Buddha statue. His eyes dimmed as well, his voice slightly despondent as he replied:

“The pagoda lies behind the statue. Allow me to lead you there, Tan Yue.”

Saying this, he took to the air ahead.

Approaching the massive Buddha statue, Zhao Jie respectfully bowed deeply toward it, lingering for a few moments before skirting around it from the side.

Wang Ba, adapting to the local customs, followed suit.

Only then did he notice that beneath the Buddha statue lay an expansive city far surpassing the Great Wheel Buddhist Nation in size.

Within the city dwelled citizens, along with a handful of monks entirely devoid of mana.

Under the gaze of the colossal Buddha, they labored, lived, and existed in peaceful serenity.

A faint sense of sentiment stirred in his heart as he followed Zhao Jie to the rear of the massive Buddha.

Before his eyes now appeared a smaller yet ancient stone Buddha pagoda, standing isolated between two mountain peaks.

Looking closely, however, it became evident that surrounding this stone pagoda were numerous smaller relic pagodas. Yet, with the disappearance of spiritual energy, these pagodas had been reduced to ordinary stone towers, eroded beyond recognition by seawater, wind, sand, and time.

The peaks around were utterly impassable, making the place inaccessible to mortals who lacked the powers of cultivators like them.

At this moment, Zhao Jie stood motionless, staring at the pagoda with a slightly absent-minded gaze.

“Is this the ‘Ten Thousand Buddhas Relic Pagoda’?”

Wang Ba paid his respects first, then asked curiously.

Apart from its massive size, the pagoda seemed quite ordinary.

An unease began to creep into his mind.

Throughout their journey, the entire Xituo Continent had lacked even a trace of spiritual energy. Evidently, it had been completely drained—and perhaps this relic pagoda was no different.

Yet, for monks, the significance of this relic pagoda was immeasurable, no less profound than the Ancestral Hall was for the Wanxiang Sect. Thus, he refrained from expressing his doubts aloud.

Recovering from his trance, Zhao Jie nodded with a complicated expression.

He said little, simply raising his palms lightly in front of him, joining them together.

He then bowed his head and began chanting Buddhist scriptures softly.

At first, nothing changed, but soon Wang Ba’s demeanor shifted subtly as he looked toward the pagoda.

To his shock, the relic pagoda began trembling violently.

The tower’s fragments—dust, shells, and other detritus—fell away with a rustling sound.

Then, with a sharp crack, the stone surface split from top to bottom and peeled away, revealing a bedazzling glow of purple and gold within!

The tower’s base, its thirteen steps, its vase, neck, canopy, and finial…

All adorned with the sun and moon, emanating Buddha’s Light across the land.

In an instant, the dim Great Wheel Buddhist Nation was fully enveloped in this extraordinary radiance!

In contrast to Zhao Jie’s reverent posturing, Wang Ba’s expression betrayed his astonishment:

“Such pure mana!”

“So many Dao Domains!”

“Could this relic pagoda have surpassed Class V already?”

Having interacted with several patriarchs of his sect, he could tell that the pagoda’s current movements exceeded those of the Nine-hole Patriarch and the others.

Astonishment filled his heart:

“With such a treasure, why wasn’t this relic pagoda used to seal off the source of the great flood back then?”

Lost in thought, he suddenly noticed Zhao Jie halting his chanting, his expression shifting slightly.

Suddenly, a resounding noise echoed, and the purple-gold relic pagoda ahead began to rise from the ground. After circling its original position once as if in contemplation, it swiftly flew northward!

“What’s happening?!”

Wang Ba and Zhao Jie exchanged a shocked look, both equally stunned and caught off guard.

But they reacted immediately:

“Chase it!”

The two rushed after the relic pagoda with all their might.

However, Wang Ba’s pursuit stirred an unusual turbulence—storm clouds started gathering in the sky.

“Not good, I’m nearing the limit of what the Will of the heaven and earth can tolerate.”

Wang Ba’s expression shifted slightly, and he quickly restrained his aura and slowed his pace.

The tribulation clouds soon dissipated.

Zhao Jie, however, cast a jealous glance at Wang Ba.

To have barely entered Class V yet already provoke tribulation clouds—such profound potential was beyond envy, while Zhao Jie himself, despite years of cultivation, had yet to achieve this…

Fortunately, the relic pagoda had not flown too far.

Within just half a day, under the radiance of glazed golden light, the two managed to catch sight of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Relic Pagoda.

Yet, as their eyes found the pagoda, they were inevitably drawn to the figure at the source of the golden radiance.

“Why is there a monk here?”

Wang Ba’s gaze flickered with disbelief, faintly guessing at something.

Meanwhile, as Zhao Jie stared at the figure seated cross-legged with closed eyes, shock quickly turned to pale recognition:

“This is… Master Xinyuan?!”