1077: Chapter 315: Abysmal Hell_2 1077: Chapter 315: Abysmal Hell_2 Cloud Illumination knew his wife’s distinct traits, his gaze fell upon the Big Ease Bodhisattva, his wings flapping as numerous Symbols became visible, instantly filling the screen.
The “Xuan” of the Xuan Bird Tribe doesn’t just describe color but also thoroughly conveys the foundation of this clan.
Mystery upon mystery!
Should there be a ranking of the essence and heritage of All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, the Xuan Bird Tribe would naturally be at the forefront.
Taoist Scripture, Sutras, witchcraft, Confucian Canon… there was nothing the Xuan Bird Tribe did not understand.
Cloud Illumination’s scholarly aura was not for nothing.
Such matters that tested the knowledge and intellect were naturally his to handle.
Atop Spirit Mountain.
“Snap!”
“Snap!”
Two crisp sounds became the only noises in this place.
Even the ever-present chanting around seemed to stop at this moment.
As if in disbelief.
The Big Ease Bodhisattva was suddenly astonished, stunned for a moment before looking at the barefooted Taoist.
The Taoist was garbed in a Xuan robe as if woven from starlight, his body filled with a star power so immense it was unfathomable.
After striking him with two swords, he then turned and retreated, standing quietly next to Su He, like an emotionless puppet.
The Big Ease Bodhisattva’s face twitched, the word “puppet” now made his bones feel like they were sprouting bone spurs.
Restless and uneasy.
The Big Ease Bodhisattva’s gaze shifted away from the True Martial Emperor and once more settled on Su He.
“Buddhist Disciple, yet you practice the Taoist Dharma – you shall enter the Abysmal Hell!”
He mistook the True Martial Emperor for Su He’s Dharma – other than a Dharma, nothing else could be brought to Spirit Mountain.
For Spirit Mountain was the spiritual platform of the mind, unaffected by external objects!
He was so familiar with Spirit Mountain that he could not be any more so, the Old Monk from Gujing Pavilion stationed just outside his own Western Paradise, frequently pulling him into Spirit Mountain to engage in combat.
Even once, they fought in Spirit Mountain for thirty thousand years.
As the Big Ease Bodhisattva issued his scolding, the Buddha Light that bathed Spirit Mountain suddenly changed; the great sun plummeted, the abyss emerged, and the whole world turned pitch dark, with an extremely cold and sinister aura rising up.
One by one, ghost creatures crawled up from the ground; steamers, boiling pots, bitter cold, burning fire…
In this instant, Spirit Mountain truly morphed into Abysmal Hell.
Tales of the Netherworld and hell were long erased from this world, but clearly, the Big Ease Bodhisattva was not among them.
At his level, there were no secrets left unknown in All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.
Iron Chains stretched across the void toward Su He.
“Blaspheme Buddha, slander Buddha, you shall receive the perpetual punishment!” A voice echoed above the hellish skies.
As the Iron Chains shot towards him, the True Martial Divine God Statue next to Su He suddenly opened its eyes, and with the True Martial Sword in hand, a slash upwards sent a sword light that cut off the iron chains, tearing through the oppressive black clouds.
Su He had a flash of insight, suddenly understanding the Spirit Mountain Fighting Law.
The battle of Spirit Mountain was a battle of Buddhist Law.
Whatever one comprehended could be materialized here.
One’s metaphysical understanding could be turned into real attacks.
The Big Ease Bodhisattva must have fathomed the true meaning of Abysmal Hell from somewhere, materializing it on Spirit Mountain to entrap Su He.
To comprehend meant, with the right conditions, the Big Ease Bodhisattva did indeed have the means to create a real Abysmal Hell in reality.
He had not done so these years only because it was temporarily unfeasible in reality, thus materializing it here instead.
It was somewhat similar to the Qianjiang Mystery Realm.
The Qianjiang Mystery Realm, where one could create games at will.
Except Qianjiang lacked the ability to kill within the game and to simultaneously eradicate in reality.
Realizing this, Su He’s mood suddenly sank.
He did not understand Buddhist Law!
He could recite quite a few Sutras, which he could now remember without fail, and any Sutras heard in passing were etched into his mind, never to be forgotten.
But understanding and reciting are two different concepts.
Su He divided a thread of consciousness onto the True Martial Emperor.
The True Martial Emperor was not the real True Martial Emperor but a tactic left behind by Baiyin through his Buddha amulet, condensed with thirty million years of Xuanwu Star Power.
If we talk about Star Force alone, it was like Buddha World’s Buddha Pond in later generations, terribly powerful, not even inferior to an Immortal Sovereign.
But when it comes to quality, it’s another story.
In terms of application – the True Martial Emperor could only act on instinct.
His appearance to slap the Big Ease Bodhisattva twice was merely Su He’s intent; once the True Martial Divine God Statue sensed it, it immediately took action.
Su He’s consciousness settled on the True Martial Divine God Statue, True Martial Sword in hand, he looked up at the dark clouds overhead, and with a slash towards the sky.
Different from the previous passive counterattack by the True Martial Emperor.
The True Martial Emperor was just a force and did not know the application of Swordsmanship.
With the same force, Su He’s slash seemed to tear apart heaven and earth – it was not an exaggeration.
Based on Su He’s current Tao Cultivation, tearing apart heaven and earth was not so difficult.
The sword light carried stars and surging waves, cleansing the heavens.
One slash and the dense fog in the sky was split asunder, revealing a gloomy sky no different from the Netherworld.
This sky actually made Su He feel a certain kinship.
The Big Ease Bodhisattva must have witnessed the Netherworld himself; otherwise, he could not have derived such a world.
Truly, to reach this stage, whether the Big Ease Bodhisattva was beaten by Tai Zu or by his wife, qualifying as a doorkeeper for an Immortal Sovereign, his depth of foundation was inconceivably profound.
Su He stepped forward, stomping heavily as beneath his feet a great mountain rose from the ground – it was East Cloud Mountain.
“All Dharma in the world is Buddhist Law!”
This was what the Old Monk Ci Mountain of Gujing Pavilion taught Su He.
Su He could not achieve true comprehension of all Dharma, but the Divine Skills etched deep in his bones were not a problem – not all Divine Skills, only those Su He truly understood from his heart could be used here unrestrainedly.
Mountain Divine God Seal, a thousand weigh, Domain Avatar, Gluttonous Eating Method… and East Cloud Mountain!
Perhaps the East Cloud Mountain Divine God truly recognized him as its master?
Or maybe Su He, unbeknownst to himself, had already deeply perceived that piece of land.