C868 The Relics Are Gathered
C868 The Relics Are Gathered
Before this, he had thought too much. Anyone could enter the inner sect. They wouldn't be thrown into the spatial zone of the formation. Just now, they were outside. The battle between him and Yuchi Fengyu was too intense, which was why he forcefully activated the spatial zone. It sucked them in.
Just as Wang Hao was deep in thought, the relics in the system began to vibrate. It was no longer as calm as before. Although it did not seem to be jumping in joy, it still had an uncontrollable excitement.
Since there was no one else here, he took out the three relics from the system and spread them out on his palm.
The three relics emitted a holy light. The light carried multiple pressures, but it was very peaceful and merciful. That was the dignity of Buddha...
Wang Hao was very sure why the Sarira would suddenly become like this. Perhaps it had something to do with this mysterious space...
Wang Hao held the three sarira and took a few steps forward. In fact, he couldn't move forward because every place here was the same. There were no changes to the scenery.
This reminded him of a place in Incense Burning Valley. He led the Devil Hunting Warrior and charged into the void. Every part of the void was the same. However, this place was bright and peaceful, and the void was filled with darkness. Despair.
All of a sudden, three Sarira flew out from Wang Hao's hand and flew in three different directions. In the blink of an eye, Wang Hao could no longer see them.
At this moment, Wang Hao was speechless. He could not chase after any one of them! He might as well wait here. He also believed in the word 'fate'. If he didn't return the Sarira, it meant that there was no fate between him and Buddha.
He would hand it over to those who were fated to collect the 18 sarira, complete the Buddha's last wish of Incense Burning Valley, and bury the remains of the Buddha inside!
Thinking about it like this, it was a kind of open-minded state of mind...
Wang Hao's main goal now was to walk out of this mysterious space. However, he felt that his attainments in formations were not low, but he could not see any flaws in this space.
Even if he opened the Golden Pupil and carefully observed it, he could not see any inscription. His understanding of array formations was also limited to the grand array of space.
If he was trapped here, how could he become God King? When the void invaded in the future, how could he fulfill Erie's last wish and protect the Dragon Soaring Divine Domain?
Wang Hao knew that he absolutely couldn't be trapped here. He had to get out of here as soon as possible. Since he couldn't find the formation inscription and use it to break the formation, then he had to forcefully attack.
The True Dragon Sword flew out from Wang Hao's hand, followed by a stream of sword intent. Like a boundless torrent, it rushed to every corner of the mysterious space.
The sword intent destroyed all things and turned them into all things. Very quickly, wisps of life force appeared in the peaceful but lifeless mysterious space. However, this wasn't the result Wang Hao wanted. This wasn't the void. He wanted to get out of this place, not transform this place into a lively space.
Just as Wang Hao was at his wits' end, he heard a loud boom. The mysterious spatial zone trembled.
The vibration spread in all directions, but it didn't disperse the vitality that Wang Hao had created. Instead, it became more and more vigorous. What was going on?
Although he didn't know what was going on, Wang Hao was still excited and had some changes. It was still much better than silence, even if it was going in a direction that was disadvantageous to Wang Hao. It might also allow Wang Hao to find the flaw in this mysterious spatial zone and break the grand formation. He left this place.
Just as Wang Hao was waiting for the next step, the sound of "Om, Om, Om..." came from all directions. This was the Buddhist Six Scions' mantra.
When the Buddhist mantra entered his ears, Wang Hao's heart tightened. This voice had a majestic atmosphere, it could easily calm one's mind and make one think far ahead. However, it was also a Buddhist mantra, it could confuse one's heart, wash away the shackles of the mortal world, and convert one to Buddhism.
In Incense Burning Valley, Wang Hao had experienced the baptism of this Buddhist mantra. However, compared to this place, it wasn't very strong. Fortunately, this place was only instinctively attacked by divine power, but his own divine power could still be used.
The Buddhist mantra was swift and fierce. Although it was auspicious and peaceful, Wang Hao had no choice but to use all of his divine power to resist the Buddhist mantra.
"Three senses of caution, enlightenment, enlightenment, enlightenment..." Even if Wang Hao could resist it, the Buddha's voice could still reach Wang Hao's ears. However, Wang Hao didn't want to accept the profound meaning of Buddhism. He had his own Dao.
He could comprehend it, but he definitely wouldn't do it in such a way.
"Ha..." Since the divine force was unable to resist and defend his heart, then attack. The True Dragon Sword flew back into Wang Hao's hand.
Wang Hao waved his sword. It was a tangible sword that could cut through all things. The sword turned invisible, and thousands of Sword Wills turned into all things. The man and the sword became one. I am the sword, and the sword is me. I will use the path of a gentleman to walk the path of a gentleman.
In just a moment, all of Wang Hao's understanding of the great path of the sword was used by Wang Hao to fight against the Buddhist mantra.
Wang Hao's path of the sword was the law. The mantra of Buddhism was also the law. All kinds of changes faced great kindness and compassion.
There was no dazzling brilliance, no intense sparks, just like the Sword Dao Law against the Great Dao of Slaughter. The collision of the most fundamental forces would always be the simplest.
In an instant, the sarira appeared in front of Wang Hao once again and flew towards him from all directions.
No one knew if it was the three sarira that Wang Hao had and the other fifteen sarira. The eighteen sarira gathered together and slowly floated towards Wang Hao.
Unexpectedly, the three sarira flew away from Wang Hao at the same time. It was actually to lure out the remaining fifteen sarira. This was Wang Hao's affinity with Buddha. It was also his fortuitous encounter, since he entered the Incense Burning Valley. It was destined to be his fate with the Buddha relic.
Since it was fate, there was no need for him, Wang Hao, to resist the profound meaning of Buddhism. To a certain extent, it was also a kind of Buddhist Dharma. So what if he took back the righteous path of the sword that he resisted and accepted the Buddhist laws?
In the blink of an eye, Wang Hao sat cross-legged on the spot. The righteousness of the way of the sword quietly turned into smoke and dissipated around Wang Hao.
Eighteen sarira hovered above Wang Hao's head. Golden light flickered and it was incomparably peaceful and holy.
Even Wang Hao felt a warm Qi. What was Buddha?
Buddha was fate, fate was Buddha. One sand and one world, one flower and one bodhi. All of these were Buddha.
Thousands of cultivators and plants, as long as they had compassion, they were Buddha. Regardless of their nature, race, or heart, they were Buddha.
Since ancient times, Saints had ten lives. One life was the heavens, one life was the earth, one life was life, one life was the world, one life was the world, one life was the seven regrets of life, and one life was the seven regrets of life. In the blink of an eye, they were flourishing like a bolt of lightning, like the wind and clouds, like all living things that stood out, like... a dream.
All the prosperity in the world had finally returned to a speck of dust, and they'd seen through everything. This was Buddha, and those who attained this realm were Buddha.
Buddha had compassion, and the world had eight hardships. Life was bitter, life was bitter, death was bitter, separation was bitter, don't suffer, don't suffer, those who hurt this sorrow were Buddha.
Thousands of living creatures were born in the mortal world, feeling the world's sorrow and separation... They saw through the mortal world, having this thought in their hearts, they could become Buddha.
If there was Buddha in the heart, it would be Buddha...
Wang Hao understood the profound meaning of Buddhism. Mu Mu opened his eyes. Buddha was him, Buddha was him, and Buddha was him. One flower, one bodhi, one grain of sand, one world. This mysterious space was an independent world.
It was a world, a flower, a grain of sand. When he was in the world, he was in the middle of a flower, on top of a grain of sand.
Even if the space was ten thousand hectares wide, one end was only a step away from the other end. It only took him a moment to travel ten thousand miles, and he arrived in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the space was extremely tiny. The edge was right in front of him. Wang Hao only needed to raise his hand to touch the edge of the space.
The benevolence of Buddha was the life force of this world. It did not kill or take lives. Although it could not give birth to all living things and life force, it would never take the lives of others lightly.
Wang Hao was confused. Could it be that he could truly be merciful if he did not kill? Could evil people truly be touched by compassion? Could their evil deeds really be washed clean?
"No, ending the evil. It is also compassion." Wang Hao raised his doubts about the benevolence of Buddha and asked. In this empty space, no one answered. The Buddha, Di Shitian, had long passed away. Who could share the Dao of Buddha with him?
Since no one could talk about the Dao, he would have to prove it himself. Wang Hao stood up and unleashed the righteousness of the Sword Dao. Boundless Sword Intent and Laws were ever-changing. In the blink of an eye, they were all dispersed in this space.
It evolved into chaos, the beginning of the world, stars in the universe, mountains and rivers. The living creatures of plants and vegetation were full of vitality. This was Wang Hao's benevolence. He wanted to create a world like this, without the flames of war. There was no killing, a world that was exceptionally calm.
"This kind of benevolence is the mercy of the Buddha" Wang Hao muttered to himself. He did not expect the eighteen relics to emit a strange light and fly in front of him.
They were arranged in human form. Buddha Head relics, Buddha Bone relics, Buddha Finger relics... The eighteen Buddha relics were all formed by Di Shitian. The human form formed by the eighteen relics was Di Shitian.
However, although he was in human form now, he was not in human form. After a while, the outline of the 18 relics gradually formed and once again emitted a dazzling golden light. Di Shitian reappeared in front of Wang Hao.
The mysterious space instantly became different. Once Di Shitian released the vitality of all living things, it instantly quieted down. It was as if he was the only person in the world. Even Wang Hao became tiny, but Wang Hao did not care.
He looked at Di Shitian. Although his eyes were peaceful, there was a trace of dignity in them. This was the Emperor's aura that belonged to the Divine Monarch. Even if he wasn't Di Shitian himself, he would still have the pressure. This was the law that belonged solely to him.
"Amitabha. Buddha is merciful." This was the first words that Di Shitian said after the manifestation of the divine statue. It was a Buddhist chant that resounded like thunder.
It sounded like he had been enlightened, like a spring breeze, washing away the dust of the ancient times, and the filth of the mortal world. This was Di Shitian's benevolence. He had never killed a single person on his path of cultivation, and he had used this kind of compassion to enlighten himself.
Wang Hao believed that he didn't have this kind of infectious ability. This was something that only he, Di Shitian, had cultivated. It was a kind heart that wouldn't take a person's life or harm anything in his entire life.
However, Wang Hao wouldn't be affected by his Dao of Compassion, because he already had his own understanding of the Laws. That was his own Dao, the Dao of Creation.
It could be broad and broad, and it could also be peaceful and distant. It could also be lofty for a lifetime, and it could also be calm without waves. This was the Dao of Creation. The sword intent could transform all things, and that was the Dao of Creation, the Dao of Creation, and the Dao of Creation.
"My Buddha is merciful. Good, good, good..." Another Buddhist proclamation sounded. The Buddhist mantra was really infectious.
Wang Hao heard it all without any resistance, but he remained unmoved.