All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

Chu Yang sat by the campfire, not resting. He sat cross-legged, his hands forming a strange mudra, placed on his dantian. His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing long and deep.

Today's battle to breach the city was extremely dangerous, but for Chu Yang, it was a tremendous opportunity.

While burning the rules of the Immaculate City with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, the Karmic Slaying Sword in his hand miraculously absorbed a wisp of "Heavenly Dao Rule Power" that was released when the formation collapsed!
This Immaculate City was jointly set up by Guanyin and Tathagata. Although the power of rules contained within it is incomplete and distorted, it is still a genuine fragment of the laws at the Bodhisattva level!

Chu Yang is currently undergoing an extremely dangerous refining process within his body.

At this moment, a breathtaking scene unfolded within his dantian.

Originally, the spiritual power within his body was dominated by the purest "pure yang true fire" of Taoism, presenting a dazzling golden color. The medicinal power of the Nine-Turn Great Rejuvenation Pill transformed into golden dragons, coiling within his eight extraordinary meridians, constantly nourishing his physical body.

But now, as that wisp of white "fragment of rules" is drawn into the dantian by the Sword of Slaying Karma and Ignorance, the balance is instantly broken.

That wisp of white rule fragment, carrying an overbearing and domineering air that obliterated all emotions, attempted to forcibly transform Chu Yang's dantian. At the same time, the dark red "Red Lotus Karmic Fire" obtained from the bronze lamp, like an enraged beast, roared madly in another corner of the dantian, trying to devour the white fragment.

Golden pure yang true fire, dark red red lotus karmic fire, and white fragments of rules—three completely different yet equally terrifying forces—formed an extremely dangerous vortex within Chu Yang's body.

"A tearing pain!"

Chu Yang's body trembled violently, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, instantly evaporating into white mist from the intense heat emanating from his body. His meridians were constantly torn apart by the conflict of these three forces, only to be rapidly repaired by the powerful life force of the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir.

This cycle of tearing and rebirth is a hundred times more painful than being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Sun Wukong, who was in the tree, noticed something was wrong, opened his eyes instantly, and flipped over to land next to Chu Yang.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Have you gone mad with your cultivation?!" Sun Wukong was shocked and subconsciously tried to reach out to feel Chu Yang's pulse, but was directly repelled by a burst of red and gold flames that suddenly erupted from Chu Yang's body.

"Don't... touch me..." Chu Yang gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words. His eyes suddenly opened, his left eye burning with golden flames, while his right eye flickered with a dark red light.

"I'm... forcibly merging... these forces! Monkey King... protect me... don't let anyone disturb me!"

Chu Yang knew this was a crucial step for him to enter the ranks of true powerhouses. In this world full of gods and Buddhas, he couldn't survive on words alone or by exploiting loopholes; he needed the absolute power to overturn the tables!
He desperately clung to the last vestige of clarity in his mind, frantically activating the most advanced Taoist mental cultivation technique from his past life, the "Supreme Record of Forgetting Emotions." However, he wasn't trying to "forget emotions," but rather to "control emotions."

"You want to erase my emotions and desires? Dream on!"

Chu Yang's consciousness sank into his dantian. Instead of suppressing the Red Lotus Karmic Fire that represented destruction and sin, he actively transformed all his anger, resentment, and mockery of the hypocrisy of the gods and Buddhas into spiritual nourishment, continuously feeding it to the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

"boom!"

Nourished by the emotions, the Crimson Lotus Flame instantly surged tenfold, transforming into a gigantic dark red lotus flower that directly enveloped the white "fragment of rules."

The white fragments struggled desperately, emitting a blinding white light, attempting to purify the karmic fire with the law of "purity and purity." But the red lotus karmic fire was inherently a flame that burned away sins, and the hypocrisy and power contained within these fragments of rules were precisely its best fuel!

Under the frenzied burning of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, the white fragment finally let out a mournful cry and was forcibly refined into a drop of crystal clear liquid, which dripped into the bottom of Chu Yang's dantian.

This drop of liquid not only removed the oppressive feeling from the original rules, but also retained the pure power of the laws that could "see through illusions and fix space".

"Now!"

Chu Yang roared inwardly and immediately mobilized the pure Yang true fire within his body and the immense medicinal power of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill, rushing towards the dark red lotus and the drop of transparent liquid.

The golden and crimson flames collided and merged violently in the dantian. The drop of transparent liquid of law became the best catalyst.

Under the relentless repair of life force by the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, Chu Yang's dantian was not only not destroyed, but instead began to undergo a qualitative transformation in this extreme destruction and rebirth.

His eight extraordinary meridians were expanded three times, and his originally liquid spiritual energy began to solidify gradually under extreme high temperature compression.

A golden pill, half pure gold and half dark red, with wisps of transparent law patterns flowing across its surface, slowly took shape in the center of Chu Yang's dantian!

No, this goes beyond the scope of ordinary "golden elixir".

As the Sword of Slaying Karma emitted a clear sword cry, an extremely sharp sword intent pierced through Chu Yang's body and entered his dantian, perfectly fusing with the two-colored golden core.

"Use fire as the furnace, law as the embryo, and sword as the bone!"

After merging with sword intent, the golden elixir slowly elongated, eventually transforming into a small, crystal-clear sword about an inch long!

Sword Soul!

This is the highest realm that sword cultivators dream of in legends—condensing the sword soul and forming the nascent nascent soul!

"Whoosh—" Chu Yang suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled a stream of turbid air that seemed to be solid. This stream of turbid air was like a sharp arrow, directly piercing through a boulder several dozen feet away. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even retained traces of chilling sword intent and scorching heat.

The flames on his body gradually subsided, and his previously deathly pale complexion became warm and smooth. However, a faint golden-red sword light flickered in his deep eyes. The aura emanating from his entire body was more than ten times stronger than before!
"Brother, you...you've broken through?!" Sun Wukong stared in disbelief. He could keenly sense that although Chu Yang's cultivation level was still inferior to his, the extremely pure, even slightly heavenly, destructive sword intent contained within him was enough to pose a fatal threat to those high and mighty Bodhisattvas.

Chu Yang stood up, gently clenched his fist, feeling the seemingly endless explosive power within his body, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"It's just a blessing in disguise." Chu Yang dusted himself off and walked to the campfire. "Those bodhisattvas wanted to trap us with the rules of Immaculate City, but they didn't expect that the fragments of those rules would become the best materials for me to condense my sword soul. Now, if I were to face that crocodile leader again, I could wipe him out with a single sword strike without Monkey King's help."

Sun Wukong laughed heartily and slapped Chu Yang hard on the back, making Chu Yang's blood surge: "Good lad! I knew you were tough! With your skills, we'll be even more confident on our journey to the West! Next time we encounter some blind monster or shameless bodhisattva, I'll take care of smashing the place, and you'll finish it off. A perfect match!"

Chu Yang rubbed his sore shoulders, his gaze becoming deep as he looked at the leaping campfire.

“Brother Monkey, although we wrecked Guanyin’s place today, it also means that our honeymoon period with the Western Paradise Buddhist sect is completely over.” Chu Yang’s voice was soft, but it sounded particularly cold in the night wind. “From now on, they will no longer treat us as obedient pawns. In the upcoming calamities, they will definitely go all out.”

"Go for the kill?" Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with golden light, and he sneered, "Back in the day, I wasn't afraid of 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, why would I be afraid of them going for the kill? Brother, tell me, what do we do next?"

Chu Yang looked up at the deep, boundless night sky in the west, as if he could see the towering Thunderclap Temple reaching into the clouds through the darkness.

“It’s very simple.” Chu Yang’s hand gently stroked the Sword of Slaying Karma at his waist, the scabbard reflecting a cold light in the firelight.

“They try to use rules to suppress us, so we break their rules. They try to use righteousness to bind us, so we tear off their righteous pretense. Master’s mind has awakened, and we have no more worries.”

Chu Yang turned to look at Sun Wukong and said, word by word, "From tomorrow onwards, the journey to the West will no longer be about seeking gods and Buddhas. If we encounter a demon, we will slay it; if we encounter a Buddha... we will kill the Buddha!"

The Western Paradise, the Great Thunder Temple.

The water in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool no longer rippled with warmth as it used to. The golden mist on the surface, formed from the pure power of faith, seemed to be frozen by some invisible pressure. Inside the Mahavira Hall, the eternal chanting had ceased at some point. The three thousand Buddhas and five hundred Arhats all lowered their eyes, not daring to even breathe.

In the very center of the main hall, the colossal golden statue of the Buddha, standing sixteen feet tall, sat atop a nine-tiered lotus throne. His eyes, seemingly capable of piercing through eternity, were slightly closed, his face revealing neither joy nor anger. Yet, the entire sacred mountain fell into a suffocating stillness because of his silence.

"World Honored One."

Guanyin Bodhisattva slowly descended from the lotus platform on the right, her white robes as pure as snow, yet unable to conceal the weariness and gloom in her eyes. Holding a jade vase in one hand, she bowed slightly, her voice echoing in the deathly silent hall, carrying a chilling undertone: "Immaculate City has fallen. That impudent monkey wielded the Golden Cudgel, and that mortal Chu Yang actually ignited the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. Jin Chanzi… Jin Chanzi not only failed to be converted by the formation, but instead rebelled against the rules and precepts, speaking disrespectfully to me. This disciple is incompetent, failing to guide them onto the right path; I beg the World Honored One to punish me."

The Buddha slowly opened his eyes, and his two golden gazes swept across the empty hall as if they were real, finally landing on Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Venerable Guanyin, there is no need to blame yourself." The Buddha's voice was slow and deep, without any emotional fluctuation. "Jin Chanzi has cultivated for ten lifetimes, and his mind should be as firm as a rock. Now he has developed a rebellious nature, all because that mortal Chu Yang was instigating him, and the monkey's violent nature has not been eliminated. The defeat of Wugou City is not your fault, but a change in the destiny of heaven."

Upon hearing this, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, who was standing to the side, frowned and stepped forward, saying, "World Honored One, that Chu Yang is nothing but a mortal who has learned some unorthodox magic from who-knows-where, yet he dares to repeatedly provoke the dignity of our Buddhist sect. Now, he and his disciples are laughing and joking, treating this solemn journey to the West as a leisurely trip. If they are not severely punished, what will become of the face of our Buddhist sect? What will become of the dignity of Mahayana Buddhism?"

Manjushri Bodhisattva chimed in, “What Venerable Samantabhadra says is absolutely right. That unruly monkey is arrogant by nature and only responds to gentle persuasion. We retreated a step at Lion Camel Ridge and did not kill him in Immaculate City, which only emboldened them. They now believe that all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens are mindful of the overall situation of the pilgrimage and dare not touch them in the slightest, which is why they dare to act so recklessly.”

The Buddha's gaze lingered on the two Bodhisattvas for a moment before he slightly raised his right hand.

The hall fell silent instantly.

"If it is a stubborn rock, it needs to be hammered down. If it is a wild horse, it needs to be reined in." The Buddha's grand voice echoed in the dome of the hall. "They think that Buddhism is only compassionate, but they forget that even Buddha has wrathful deities. The great mission of obtaining the scriptures cannot be abandoned. Jin Chanzi's life is spared, and so is that mischievous monkey's. But their arrogance and rebellious spirit must be broken inch by inch."

Guanyin Bodhisattva slightly raised her head: "Does the World-Honored One mean to send someone down to teach them a lesson?"

"Not a lesson, but a punishment." The Buddha's tone suddenly became more forceful, causing the Bodhi trees outside the hall to tremble. "We must beat them until they are in excruciating pain, to let them know how high the sky is, how thick the earth is, and just how big the palm of the Buddha's hand truly is."

Having said that, the Buddha's lips moved slightly, uttering a low syllable.

"Bai Ling, come to see me immediately."

The sound seemed to pierce through the barriers of space, reaching a secluded cliff edge on the back of Ling Mountain.

In a short while, a biting wind suddenly swept up outside the gates of the Mahavira Hall. This wind carried no trace of demonic energy, but rather an extremely pure, even somewhat chilling, celestial aura.

"Wow—!"

A clear and proud crane cry rang out, piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks. Immediately afterward, a huge crane with a slender body, pure white except for a striking crimson tinge on its tail feathers and crest, folded its wings and landed steadily in the center of the hall.

After the crane landed, a flash of white light enveloped it, transforming it into a tall, slender man with an extremely handsome face, yet cold and aloof. He wore a cloak woven from pure white crane feathers, and his eyes were long and narrow, with pupils that were a dark gold devoid of any emotion.

"Disciple Bai Ling greets the World Honored One." The white-robed man knelt on both knees, his voice clear and cold like the clash of jade stones.

This white-feathered creature was no ordinary bird; it was a nine-heavenly crane that had listened to scriptures on Mount Ling since the primordial era. By nature proud, it never tainted itself on the mundane world of the mortal realm. Its cultivation was unfathomable, and it was extremely proficient in spatial and wind-based magic. Because it had never left Mount Ling, few demons, monsters, gods, or immortals in the mortal world knew of its existence. (End of Chapter)