Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 1263 - 447: Ksitigarbha, Ever-Rising Seniority

Chapter 1263: Chapter 447: Ksitigarbha, Ever-Rising Seniority

Netherworld.

Daluo Heaven.

"I understand now."

Cangqing received the first report from Cang You.

Cang You gritted his teeth, "Master, can’t you take action?"

Cangqing was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

"For now, there is no time to deal with Ji Jingqiu. It’s better to choose to trust him, or trust Ji Tianxing."

"We are about to go to war."

Any words Cang You had prepared to argue vanished like bubbles at his master’s final sentence.

"How can the situation change so quickly?!" Cang You exclaimed in shock.

"A third-party force has intervened from behind the scenes," Cangqing said calmly. "We suspect it’s from the ’Other Shore.’ Before Xu returns, our task is to hold the line."

After ending the communication with Cang You.

Cangqing looked up.

Black mist surged, obscuring the distant sky. Here, neither Sun, Moon, nor Star could be seen. The land was blood red, blooming with red Other Shore flowers, and an ancient, decaying long river traversed this land.

Thousand Skill Taoist stood behind him, his gaze filled with worry as he looked into the distance.

This was the Netherworld Soil of the Nether Ruins Lineage.

The Netherworld Lord was supposed to return decades ago, but was delayed by changes in the Netherworld Soil.

"Cangqing God, was the upheaval in the Netherworld Soil caused by the existence beneath the Burial Sea?" Thousand Skill Taoist asked solemnly.

Cangqing shook his head, "It’s uncertain."

He gazed into the deepest part of the Netherworld Soil. The swirling black fog made even him feel uneasy, and deep within, a mountain steeped in murkiness stood, its true form elusive, seemingly the source of the rolling mist.

This black mist had delayed Ming’s return.

Thousand Skill Taoist said worriedly, "This black mist is too eerie, similar to the Ghostly Mist of the Netherworld in the past, yet it contains an entirely different nature of power. If it weren’t for Ksitigarbha blocking it for us, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Cangqing turned to look behind him.

Behind them, a Pure Land World had unfolded, filled with the essence of Great Freedom and Great Bliss. It seemed the final destination of all living beings, their original homeland, suffused with unworldly pure light, green as Liu Li, dreamlike and illusory.

Countless wish powers transformed into golden lotuses blooming between Heaven and Earth. Each golden lotus contained a soul shadow, sheltering them from the black mist’s disturbance.

At the center of the Pure Land, a golden figure with a withered form sat on a twelve-petaled golden lotus formed by countless wish powers.

The figure, six zhang tall, bore a compassionate expression, and the Infinite Light filled the Heavens and Earth, imbuing the Pure Land with an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

Thanks to Ming’s help over decades, this Pure Land had grown vast, barely standing against the black mist.

"Reincarnation Bodhisattva..." Cangqing murmured.

Mu Shitian’s legacy was indeed the ultimate Reincarnation Method under this Heaven and Earth.

Moments ago, he had already communicated with this Buddha through thought and knew that Ji Jingqiu was currently unharmed.

As for the crises that might follow?

Ji Jingqiu was not a flower in a greenhouse, and cultivation has never been a child’s play. Only by weathering countless hardships could one reach the ultimate peak.

At this moment, the Buddha named Ksitigarbha opened his compassionate eyes. Within them, Cangqing seemed to see the suffering struggles of all beings in the Netherworld Soil.

"Thank you for your help, Taoist Friend."

Cangqing nodded in gratitude.

Without this one, Ming’s state would be even worse, countless times more severe than Taiyou.

The Buddha pressed his hands together and said, "There is no peace in the Three Realms, akin to the Fire House. The Buddha bestowed upon me the Dharma name ’Fire Stick,’ hoping I might proactively enter the world, illuminate the fire without burning myself, assist the world without suffering myself. Such an honor obliges me to do my utmost."

Cangqing subtly frowned. This Dharma name... was a bit hard to judge, yet its meaning was excellent. Was it bestowed by Mu Shitian?

Listening to what he said, his "uniqueness" stemmed from this Dharma name.

A Dharma name differs from a Tao name or a harm name. Although they seem separated by a single character, there’s a world of difference.

Again, Mu Shitian’s reversal of cause and effect had enabled this Reincarnation Bodhisattva to grasp an extraordinarily special Dao rule under Heaven and Earth?

Thoughts streamed, and Cangqing did not ask more, but instead said gravely:

"Next, I still ask for your assistance, Taoist Friend, to help guide Ming’s return. To face the upcoming battles, we need a... transcendent combat power!"

"I will certainly do my best."

...

...

The many Gates, including Zhang Tiancheng, had been waiting outside the Divine Mountain for quite some time.

The group originally did not take it seriously.

Waiting a little didn’t matter; compared to that, seeing the "anchor" was the top priority, allowing them to verify certain secrets.

But as Ji Jingqiu and the others were brought inside, murmurs began to rise among the crowd.

"Why are there those receiving special treatment?"

"Heh, can’t figure it out? Those two young people obviously come from another Hidden Sect, mentored by Returning to Truth individuals."

"In the past, none were seen, but recently they have been surfacing continuously. Could the era truly be about to change?"

"Dragons do not swim with snakes, but dance with phoenixes. The principle is that simple."

"It seems these Hidden Sects are emerging one after another..."

"So there really are true Transcenders in the world, a new path after True Saints. Why can’t we see it? Did the forefathers deliberately sever the road ahead?"

"Transcendence is Returning to Truth, and Returning to Truth is one’s own path. If you have the ability, no one can stop you."

"There will be hope. If all else fails, when an era ends, through a method of fostering competition, bloody battles, there’s a chance to glimpse the way forward in the ultimate clash."

"Nonsense!" someone said sternly.

Just envisioning the scene depicted by the others felt like seeing endless blood and fire.

"In history, indeed, a few individuals have walked this path. In the clash of different roads, sparks of inspiration were born, pioneering the path of Transcendence."