"I knew in my early years that the Journey to the West would be hard, yet still vowed to let salvation shine upon the world... Tsk, no good."
Su Lin muttered to himself, then turned toward Monkey. "Wukong, how should your master recite this poem? What do you think of 'Beneath Soul-Shaking Mountain, the Netherworld King weeps; an immortal roams, and Buddha turns west'?"
Meng Qi clutched his head. "Stop reciting."
"Master, please stop. You're scaring us." Lu Mingfei even wanted to rush over and cover Su Lin's mouth.
Why were the people across from them playing along with Su Lin? If he got into it, everyone would suffer.
Atop Great Leiyin Temple on Spirit Mountain's summit, Helbark frowned slightly.
Become the Exalted One?
Did he mean that he himself was the World-Honored Tathagata?
Was he implying that Soul-Shaking Mountain was still Spirit Mountain in the end, and that he had the final say?
Helbark narrowed his eyes. As expected of the Buddhist Sect's leader, no one else could match him when it came to words.
He beckoned to his returning teammates behind him. "Help them complete their journey west."
"We're still missing eight Bodhisattvas, four Vajra Guardians, five hundred Arhats, three thousand Guardians, eleven Great Luminaries, and eighteen Temple Guardians." Mara stepped forward, assuming the true form of the Tathagata. He sat cross-legged on a Black Lotus, surrounded by an aura of great redemption and great wisdom.
Though the Nine Tripod Cauldrons restricted his strength, he could still wield great divine powers. They simply cost him more.
A sphere of Buddhist light swelled between his brows, then burst like a blown bubble, vanished like morning dew, and flashed past like lightning—this was Dreamlike Bubble Illusion.
The sight of Spirit Mountain before calamity had struck it appeared once more in