707: Chapter 254: Delving into the Sea Eye_4 707: Chapter 254: Delving into the Sea Eye_4 Great Emperor Ziwei directly granted Tathagata Buddha a favor, and at the same time told him that if he needed anything, he could come to find him.
Tathagata Buddha, of course, was not shy about accepting such offers, especially as the Buddhist Realm’s collection had grown substantial over the years, and he was not lacking in possessions.
He vaguely understood that his practice had always been somewhat opportunistic; he lacked a resolute determination to break through.
With his talents, he should have become a Supreme powerhouse long ago.
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Sun Wukong, having left the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, made his way to the East Sea Eye and plunged straight in.
The Dragon Clan’s experts guarding the Sea Eye, seeing that it was Sun Wukong, naturally did not hinder him.
They all knew that the Ancestral Dragon had sought out Sun Wukong to enter the Sea Eye and retrieve its once living body for a complete revival.
The Ancestral Dragon feared that without a full revival, it might one day fade into nothingness again.
Upon entering the Sea Eye, Sun Wukong immediately resealed the entrance.
With his current strength, accomplishing these tasks was naturally effortless.
He surveyed the depths of the Sea Eye, a place shrouded in darkness both above and below, devoid of light.
A blood-red moon hung in the Vault of Heaven, its crimson glow giving just enough light to pierce the gloom.
Moved by a sudden thought, Sun Wukong realized that it was not the same scene as his last visit—perhaps this was the true visage of the deepest parts of the Sea Eye.
Observing closely, Sun Wukong was startled.
He saw the true nature of this place—it was not simply an expanse of space but truly a purgatory.
The blood-red moon was not a moon at all, but a colossal blood-stained eyeball, immense like a mountain, suspended in the heavens, still dripping blood.
And not far away, there were undulating high mountains.
But those so-called mountains were actually the fragmented remains of a dragon’s body, torn into hundreds of pieces, blood still flowing, its sweet scent lingering, retaining its divine essence.
Several wide rivers crisscrossed the landscape, their waters raging and ceasinglessly flowing somewhere out of sight.
Upon closer inspection, the rivers were actually blood-red, with various corpses undulating in the tumultuous current.
Among the bodies, some were recognizable despite being mutilated and belonged to powerful races.
Others seemed like well-known Ancient Gods, also strewn within the Blood River.
How many powerful beings were buried here?
Sun Wukong himself was astonished; this place had once been a battlefield for the Dragon Clan during their fight against the multitude of primordial races.
Therefore, there were not just the remains of the Primordial multitudes, but also those of the Dragon Clan’s strong.
In the final battle, countless powerhouses perished here.
Even the Ancestral Dragon had recently been buried in this place.
However, now was not the time for sentiment; Sun Wukong took a deep breath and started moving forward to search for the Ancestral Dragon’s corpse.
Just as he strode forward, resentful spirits surged towards him like a storm.
Sun Wukong was undeterred, radiating a Buddha’s Light that caused the resentful spirits and demon spirits to dissolve like meteors in the atmosphere.
Having once accompanied Tang Sanzang on a quest for scriptures, and having been tutored by Patriarch Bodhi—an incarnation of the Jade Emperor who taught him teachings from all three religions—Sun Wukong’s comprehension of the Buddhist Law was actually quite profound.
Had Sun Wukong been willing, he could have become a Buddha at any moment.
The title of Victorious Fighting Buddha given to him was not said in vain.
Buddha’s Light, resentful spirits, and other demon spirits—it wasn’t really a matter of who was stronger than whom.
They naturally restrained one another; whoever was stronger would dominate the other.
These resentful spirits were no match for Sun Wukong’s might.
Thus, Sun Wukong paid no heed to those resentful spirits.
He moved swiftly, crossing a Blood River.
At that moment, an arm emerged from the river, colossal beyond measure, its palm as vast as a mountain, reaching out to grab Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong snorted coldly and stomped down.
A surge of powerful mana erupted, squarely crushing the vast hand.
The next moment, flesh rained from the sky as the hand shattered.
No sooner had Sun Wukong moved on than a gigantic being from the Giant Clan rose up.
As immense as a mountain range and standing thousands of feet tall, one of its hands was missing—the very arm Sun Wukong had just smashed.
The Giant Clan.
A thought flickered through Sun Wukong’s mind.
This was a mighty race that had vanished from the annals of history, one that had even existed during the primordial age.
But as their numbers dwindled over time, they eventually interbred with other races, and through the long succession of divine dynasties, they had faded into the tides of history.
The Immortal of Colossal Spirit and others within the Heavenly Court of the Jade Emperor were descendants of this Giant Clan.
The corpse of this member of the Giant Clan bore no conspicuous wounds except for a small hole about the size of a finger in its brow.
Compared to its enormous body, the wound was almost insignificant.
But Sun Wukong could see that this was the fatal blow—a single finger thrust had quenched all vitality within it, even obliterating its Primordial Spirit, leading to its downfall here.
At that moment, its eyes were lifeless, flickering with a sinister black light, evidently possessed by some malevolent force.
The other intact hand of the Giant Clan’s corpse lunged at Sun Wukong, determined to crush him.
“Scram,” Sun Wukong said coldly, his gaze icy.
With a light shout, his mana enveloped the Giant Clan’s corpse.
The next moment, Sun Wukong’s mana burst forth.
A splatter sounded.
The Giant Clan’s corpse was torn asunder.
Whatever had taken over the Giant Clan’s body was also slain by him.
Merely two resentful spirits trying to make an impression, but in his eyes, they counted for nothing and were easily slain.