You Shall Be the World-Honored One

When the sky fell, the tall ones held it up.

He had come to take up his post at Vulture Peak and attain the Dao and Buddhahood, but no one had said when he had to become a Buddha.

The Future Buddha should naturally become a Buddha in the future.

The Present Buddha had to shoulder the mess of the present. Mount Sumeru had fallen into decline, and a monkey had seized its orthodox lineage. Setting the facts aside, the Buddhas on Mount Sumeru bore ninety-nine percent of the responsibility, but could anyone say Sakyamuni bore none?

If a Quasi-Emperor on the verge of attaining the Dao had held the mountain, forget one Fighting Saint Ape—even the entire Primordial Myriad Races would have obediently fallen into line.

At the first sign of raised hackles, the Eight Hundred Arhats would have stepped forward and shown them their gleaming golden fists, teaching them the weight of Buddhist reasoning.

Then came sermons and scripture lectures: a full-service course in physical conversion. Mount Sumeru would gain a wave of Ancient Clan guardians and countless reserves of strength.

As one of Earth's four great figures, the Yellow Emperor and the Flame Emperor could, if pushed to fury, revive their past lives and take up Emperor Weapons to fight the Restricted Area Supremes to the death.

Could Laozi and Sakyamuni's hidden cards really be weaker than those of the two emperors? Probably not.

If driven to the brink for one desperate battle, Sakyamuni could merge with his Divine Self Body, draw in the faith of all the Buddhist heavens, and wield the Demon-Subduing Pestle. The thought alone was thrilling.

Even a Restricted Area Supreme would get beaten bloody. To overturn Mount Sumeru, they would have to bring the Fighting Saint Emperor.

But Sakyamuni had chosen not