Chapter 195: The Buddha Observes a Bowl of Water, with Eighty-Four Thousand Worms

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The sound of flesh tearing erupted continuously. Tiny Force-Devouring Gu gathered together, forming a terrifying shape that blotted out the sky.

“How dare you!!!”

A furious roar echoed through the void, accompanied by wild Sword Intent that shattered the entire sky. The Chronological World collapsed entirely due to Chen Xiyi’s actions.

The Chronological World was built upon the concept of the sword. Now that there was no one left, naturally no one used swords. Without people giving the sword extra meaning, the very concept of the sword as a killing weapon disintegrated, becoming mere pieces of metal.

But the next moment, another Sword Intent chased after. Everything in the world pulsed in response.

This was Lin Feng’s swordless state.

Wandering Light’s sword held many meanings, but it had one flaw: its concepts relied heavily on human interpretation.

Lin Feng was different. Before becoming The Immortal, his understanding of the sword diverged from Wandering Light’s. To him, everything in the world could become a sword.

One was fixated on the weapon, the other on the intent.

There was no superiority or inferiority between them; both were merely different perspectives on the concept of the sword.

However, this difference led to vastly different outcomes.

Chen Xiyi saw Wandering Light’s sword coming toward him and chuckled softly, “Only when the blade is at your neck do you decide to flip the table. Too late.”

In an instant, the terrifying black cloud of Force-Devouring Gu enveloped Chen Xiyi. A massive demonic figure appeared in mid-air.

“In a single body, there are three hundred sixty bones. Ninety-nine thousand pores, five hundred meridians, five hundred sinews, and eighty thousand kinds of worms.”

“Bhikkhus should know, the body composed of the six elements has such disasters.”

“One should contemplate and consider: Who created these bones? Who joined these sinews and meridians? Who made these eighty thousand worms?”

“Today, I will show you my Eighty-Four Thousand Buddha Primordial Spirits.”

Countless Force-Devouring Gu gathered on Chen Xiyi’s Primordial Spirit, forming a figure resembling a Buddha.

With lowered eyelids, dark Buddha light merged from the swarming Force-Devouring Gu behind him. The wriggling worms on the surface occasionally made the Buddha Primordial Spirit appear not compassionate, but terrifying like a Heavenly Demon from beyond.

But that was not the most frightening part. That was just a local concentration of worms; countless more Force-Devouring Gu were swarming in. Gradually, with the Eighty-Four Thousand Worms Primordial Spirit as the core, a Buddha Land was being constructed.

‘Old Chen, this thing of yours is a bit disgusting. It’s all densely packed with worms.’ Lin Feng couldn’t help but complain.

“Darn it! If it weren’t for you, would I be in this state? You still think it’s gross? How about you handle it yourself?” Chen Xiyi heard Lin Feng’s message and angrily retorted.

‘Boss, I was wrong! Save me!’ Lin Feng immediately backed down.

Wandering Light revealed his form: a man in white robes, with the Wandering Light Sword hanging at his waist. His appearance was naturally identical to Lin Feng’s; only the weariness in his expression distinguished them.

“Chen Xiyi, do you know what you’ve done?” Wandering Light’s voice was filled with suppressed anger, as if he wished to slice Chen Xiyi into pieces.

As the Buddha Land gradually formed, the imposing presence of the Eighty-Four Thousand Worms Buddha grew increasingly terrifying.

“Of course I know. I want to turn things around, so I have to flip the table.” Chen Xiyi’s voice overlapped, like the resonance created by countless wings flapping simultaneously.

Wandering Light was furious, but he didn’t dare to act now. As Chen Xiyi said, if he wanted to turn things around, he had to flip the table.

The table was already flipped. Chen Xiyi had gone berserk, and Lin Feng was now using everything in the world as his pulsating sword, glaring at him intently.

If he made one mistake, Wandering Light would truly be finished.

He never expected that Chen Xiyi, this weakling, would actually dare to use all living beings as Nourishment Resources to build a golden body for his Eighty-Four Thousand Buddha. Even more terrifying, this was only part of it; a Buddha Land was still forming.

This move was like activating cheats. He was no longer even acting human, willing to fight to the death.

Proper cultivation couldn’t catch up, but Chen Xiyi’s methods were ruthless and sinister, following unorthodox paths. Paying a greater price naturally yielded higher profits.

Now that Chen Xiyi and Lin Feng had joined forces, he was certainly no match. That’s why he panicked.

“Why say so much? Take my first move of Buddha’s Palm: Buddha Light’s First Appearance.”

Chen Xiyi formed a one-heart mudra. In the sky, countless black lights appeared, blotting out the sky and displaying pure demonic obstruction.

Wandering Light’s pupils contracted. This wasn’t Buddha Light’s First Appearance; it was overflowing with Resentment Qi.

His Wandering Light Sword transformed into the Sword Dao, shattering space inch by inch. But the next moment, the pulsations of space turned into sharp blades, attacking Wandering Light.

Clang~

Swords clashed. Resentment Qi and demonic obstruction rushed toward him, forcing Wandering Light to retreat rapidly.

He intended to return to history but suddenly discovered thick Mist emerging from it.

Now he was trapped between a tiger ahead and a wolf behind, with no escape.

A thought flashed through his mind. After weighing his options, he braced himself and charged toward Chen Xiyi’s Buddha Light’s First Appearance and Lin Feng’s pulsating sword of all things.

Something even fiercer was coming from behind—who knew what ancient monster from which era had survived?

Lin Feng and Chen Xiyi had lived for only a short time; the chance of survival facing them was surely greater than confronting the ancient monster behind.

“Step back. Let me test this Mist of the First Immortal who has witnessed eight thousand years of decay and prosperity.”

The Eighty-Four Thousand Buddha Primordial Spirit took a step forward. The one-heart mudra in its hands shifted to the crown-gathering Buddha mudra.

“Buddha’s Palm Second Move: Golden Summit Buddha Lamp.”

A tiny black flame appeared above the hand seal. The next moment, the ‘Buddha light’ throughout the sky instantly ignited. In just that moment, the world turned into a blazing hell.

The first to bear the brunt was the unlucky Wandering Light. He truly didn’t expect Chen Xiyi to ignite these Force-Devouring Gu.

These flames were not hot; they weren’t even real flames. When they touched his body, a chilling Yin cold and deep resentment constantly invaded his mind, then backlashed against his body.

This was Resentment Fire, formed from Chen Xiyi’s Force-Devouring Gu, the unwillingness of countless dead beings, and his own Magical Power Qi Mechanism.

To kill someone, you must destroy their heart.

Facing an opponent with no Health Points, normal methods certainly couldn’t kill them.

Since he couldn’t destroy the opponent’s body, Chen Xiyi had to kill their spirit. There was no need to stick rigidly to one approach.

The moment Resentment Fire entered his body, countless swords burst out from Wandering Light. These swords were Wandering Light, yet not.

They were concepts continuously drawn from history.

Then, Lin Feng made his move. He plucked a flying leaf from somewhere and flicked it lightly.

Throughout heaven and earth, a scene of blooming flowers appeared, full of vitality.

This flying leaf was simple and unadorned. It passed through the backdoor Chen Xiyi opened for him, heading straight for Wandering Light’s heart.

If it hit, the matter would be settled. Wandering Light would cease to exist.

But the next moment, the Mist of History snaked out like a serpent. The flying leaf passed through the Mist, turned into a withered leaf, and crumbled into fragments.

After breaking free from the Resentment Fire, Wandering Light looked surprised but understood something.

This was a forced alliance. Though the mysterious First Immortal didn’t appear personally, this Mist represented their stance.

‘They teamed up. Can you handle it?’ Lin Feng sent another message.

“Not now, but soon. The later moves of my Buddha’s Palm can’t be activated due to insufficient conditions. Hold off Wandering Light; I’ll continue to face the First Immortal’s Mist. Without even showing their true form, I don’t believe they can defeat my Eighty-Four Thousand Buddha Primordial Spirit.” Without hesitation, Chen Xiyi spoke and immediately acted.

The Eighty-Four Thousand Buddha Primordial Spirit rose from its lotus throne. The wriggling worms on its surface burst open.

Arms continuously twisted and emerged from its body. Even two more heads grew on its shoulders.

With just that step, it became a fierce Vidyaraja with three heads, six arms, and twelve faces.

“Buddha’s Palm Third Move: Buddha Shakes the Mountains and Rivers.”

The fierce Vidyaraja swung its six arms. Flames of greed, anger, and delusion erupted from the twelve faces on its three heads, turning the Resentment Fire filling heaven and earth into Resentment Souls, pouncing toward the Mist of History.

“If you have guts, stop hiding! Show your real self!”

Chen Xiyi roared. The fierce Vidyaraja Primordial Spirit’s six arms, carrying terrifying Resentment Fire, slammed toward the Mist.

The Primordial Soul Martial Dao, combined with the Mighty Elephant and the fierce Vidyaraja Primordial Spirit—their combined terrifying Strength Path struck the Mist, which had no time to dodge.

Boom~

The six arms struck out as if shaking the mountains and rivers. A huge explosion sound, accompanied by shockwaves and air blasts, instantly cleared a vast area.

Even the Mist was dispersed.

Chen Xiyi’s goal was simple: use overwhelming Power to break all techniques.

He didn’t know many moves, nor had he comprehended any particular intent. In terms of skill, without the combat model he built himself, he probably wouldn’t even match an ordinary Jianghu person. In terms of ability, he couldn’t even reach the beginner threshold.

So he played to his strengths and avoided his weaknesses. Poor skills? Then just stack attributes. No matter how skilled you are, I’m faster, stronger, with such high Health Points and defense that you can’t even take 1% of my life.

By then, he would have countless chances to fail, while the opponent had only one. A single hit would mean instant death.

For Chen Xiyi, this was his current state against Wandering Light and the Mist of History.

Stacking three moves of Buddha’s Palm made his external fierce Vidyaraja Primordial Spirit strong enough to crush them.

Wandering Light’s expression showed disbelief. He never expected Chen Xiyi to become so terrifying after activating cheats and going berserk. Could it be that he had been hiding his true strength all along?

Meanwhile, Chen Xiyi actually felt heartache. If he had slowly digested these as Nourishment Resources and achieved Primordial Spirit, then this Power wouldn’t be a one-time use but permanent.

But unfortunately, there were no “ifs” in the world. Gains come with losses. Chen Xiyi wanted to save Lin Feng, so he had to sacrifice this huge amount of Nourishment Resources.

Besides, he could obtain Nourishment Resources in another world later, but Lin Feng’s value was unique.

It just meant his growth would be slower, but if Lin Feng were gone, he would truly be gone.

After all, Lin Feng was his 5-star friend. NPCs naturally had different levels of importance to Chen Xiyi.

The Mist was dispersed by Chen Xiyi’s six arms. Then the Vidyaraja turned its three heads to look at Wandering Light. The overwhelming malice made Wandering Light extremely uncomfortable.

The Mist was so formidable within history; how could it be dispersed so easily after appearing?

That move was indeed powerful; taking it head-on would mean death or severe injury. But it didn’t seem to match the Mist’s status!!!

But with things as they were, Wandering Light could only brace himself and… run away.

Of course! The Mist was gone, so the escape route was open. Why fight to the death when he could flee?

But before he could hide in history, he quickly retreated. He saw boundless Mist gradually spreading from within history.

If the previous Mist was a small snake, the Mist emerging now was a giant dragon.