Pure and clear, the Glazed light turning, the Bodhi Wonderful Tree swept through the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, leaving the Six Souls Banner and the Golden Emperor frozen in a hazy, empty state, like mosquitoes trapped in amber, locked in their original poses.
The Buddha had intervened. Wusheng Laomu's "second bow" had been stopped before she could complete it!
In the darkness of nothingness, the Boat of Doom—fused with the islands overseas and the churning tide of crimson—charged through layer upon layer of destruction, surrounded by immeasurable thunder and Golden Flowers and Purple Rosy Clouds. It crossed the deepest silence of death and finally found the Fusang Ancient Tree sustaining this state of termination. Beneath it, amid swirling foulness, stood the Demon Buddha, his eyes wild with madness.
He stared fixedly at Meng Qi, his gaze filled with hatred and bitter resentment.
I had done everything to perfection. Why had I still failed?
Last time, the Buddha had intervened and crushed me, and Yuan Shi had sealed me three times in succession. That had made one thing clear to me: though the Buddha had become a restricted, incomplete Dao Fruit through the Jianmu fruit and the original method of cutting away to reach emptiness, he was not incapable of acting. He was simply bound by layer upon layer of constraints, and could probably act only once per tribulation. That was why he had schemed and cooperated with Yuanshi Tianzun and the others, seeking a final escape!
Knowing this, how could I not guard against being suppressed by the Buddha again at the critical moment of the end times? So I turned a blind eye to Wusheng Laomu's hidden treachery, pretended I had no suspicions about the trump card she might be hiding, and waited for her to show herself,