Buddhist chants rang out in succession, echoing through Heaven and Earth. Within that River of Time, Medicine King Buddha, seated in the medieval era, seemed to see the phantom of a golden giant Buddha, its lips moving as it recited Buddhist scriptures.
Formation, abiding, decay, and emptiness—the affairs of the world were thus. Medicine King Buddha's azure-blue glazed body gradually dimmed, as if following the ultimate principle of Heaven and Earth. This sent ripples through the River of Time, causing it to shudder as though it were about to break apart.
The Other Shore Golden Bridge extended once more, crossing into the past and arriving before Medicine King Buddha, cutting off the illusory, ethereal Buddhist chants.
At that moment, the Withered-Flourishing Bodhi behind Medicine King Buddha suddenly changed. The withered decayed, the flourishing withered, and everything fell into ultimate purity, into final Nirvana!
The Other Shore Golden Bridge could no longer block every influence. Medicine King Buddha formed seals with both hands and fought the remaining assault with all his strength.
The River of Time surged in waves, ripples spreading from Medicine King Buddha toward both the present and the past, leaving nothing undisturbed.
Azure Emperor returned to the current node, intending to connect every point of himself within the River of Time, every short line, into one long line—a long line with all manner of future branches.
Yet the disturbance around Medicine King Buddha was like a snake being gripped by the neck. He could not break free, nor could he connect everything into one.
The dark-red, chaotic eyes before him gradually faded, and more pain appeared on his face. If he was delayed any longer, the slim opportunity he had fought for would surely be lost, at a terrible cost.
Far away in Kunlun, Meng Qi was wrestling