Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

Ye Feng took a deep breath; even he felt the pressure.

His body trembled slightly.

As expected of one of the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism, guarding the underworld, he is worthy of being compared with the Lord of Mount Tai.

With a single grasp, a yellowish bamboo cane appears in the palm of one's hand.

It was bestowed by Bodhi—bitter bamboo.

With his eyes slightly closed, golden flames soared into the air, his aura rising steadily until it reached its peak in an instant. He then swung his bamboo staff out with a sudden burst of power!

This is the first time since Ye Feng transmigrated that he has truly pushed his power to its limit.

The force of the attack was so great that even the monkey behind him was forced back several steps, filled with shock.

"Senior brother... you've actually become this strong?"

Snapped!

With a light tap of the bamboo staff against the Buddhist sword, the netherworld trembled violently, as if two Great Immortals were clashing head-on. The space groaned, and cracks spread in all directions like a spider web.

Ye Feng was bathed in golden light, his face extremely solemn.

boom--!

The energy exploded, and within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, all spectators closed their eyes to avoid the light. The entire underworld seemed to explode like a blazing sun.

A mushroom cloud, reaching to the heavens and the earth, soared into the sky.

Several minutes later, the dust settled. The ten Kings of Hell peered out and gasped in astonishment.

All around the Netherworld City, spanning a territory of ten thousand miles, everything was utterly destroyed.

The mountains have been flattened, the land has turned to sand, and the once gloomy place has now become an endless desert.

Where Ye Feng blocked the sword, the ground was crystal clear, as if paved with crystal, smooth as a mirror, stretching for thousands of miles—it was a crystal formed by the instantaneous melting of sand and stone at high temperature.

"What about the demon monkey and the person who suddenly appeared?" King Qin Guang asked in a low voice.

King Chujiang looked up and pointed to the sky: "Look there."

Above the Netherworld, Ye Feng stood with the monkey atop an auspicious cloud. The monkey remained somewhat dazed and unconscious.

Ye Feng casually tossed it into the clouds and turned his gaze to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

With a slight smile, he bowed to the other person and said, "Fellow Daoist, until we meet again."

Having said that, he waved his sleeve, intending to tear through space and return to the Four Continents.

Ksitigarbha's face turned ashen; how could he allow them to leave unscathed?

With the destruction of the Buddhist kingdom, the restriction planted in the body of the Di Ting was also completely severed. His life's work was destroyed in an instant. This hatred is irreconcilable!

Logically speaking, he should be connected to the fate of the Buddhist Kingdom, and should be aware of any unusual activity. So why did it take until now to realize the change?

This is because the formation Ye Feng used was the Great Formation of the Heavenly Gods and Demons.

This formation reverses Yin and Yang, and inverts time and space. At its peak, it can shatter the primordial chaos and return to primordial chaos.

Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could not fathom the truth. Only when Ye Feng withdrew the formation did he sense something amiss and realize that something was wrong.

"Moo!"

The space behind Ye Feng suddenly distorted, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva immediately uttered a low shout. This Buddhist chant was the first of the six-syllable mantras, containing supreme power, and coming from his mouth, it appeared even more mysterious and unpredictable.

The sound waves reverberated through the void, instantly restoring the distorted space to its original state. Ye Feng slightly turned his head, casting his gaze upon them.

The next instant, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva lightly tapped his fingertip, and the void suddenly froze. Countless golden chains, swirling with light, burst forth, crisscrossing and rushing straight towards Ye Feng and Sun Wukong—

This is one of the forty-eight great supernatural powers of Buddhism: the shackles of Buddha's words!

Once unleashed, it can suppress all heretical deities. Once bound, it is difficult to break free except through Buddhist power, and all the magic power in one's body is sealed, making one like a lamb to the slaughter.

Ye Feng sneered, then suddenly slashed his hands to the sides, causing the space to ripple violently and become chaotic. The golden chains failed to lock onto the two, passing right by them before missing their target.

"The Thirty-Six Heavenly Techniques—Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone revealing undisguised surprise.

The Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Methods are the most orthodox system of great supernatural powers in the world, from which many Buddhist supernatural powers evolved. Although they are all mentioned in the world, they are actually of varying levels of prowess. Among them, the first four are the most difficult to comprehend:

Manipulating creation, reversing yin and yang, shifting stars and changing constellations, turning back the heavens and the sun.

These four techniques have touched upon the very essence of the rules of heaven and earth, and ordinary cultivators rarely learn them.

For example, Zhu Bajie in the original Journey to the West was once Marshal Tianpeng, holding a high position and great power. However, he only learned the basics of the Thirty-Six Transformations and did not even fully master the minor supernatural powers, let alone the four supreme arts.

The "Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations" technique that Ye Feng just used is one of the most difficult to achieve, ranking alongside "Manipulating Creation" as one of the most powerful techniques.

At its peak, it can reverse the trajectory of stars and rearrange the cosmic palaces; when used against its will, it can annihilate a Great Luo Golden Immortal and obliterate their primordial spirit; when used in accordance with its will, it can bring the dead back to life and transform the illusory into the real. Furthermore, it can control the rotation of the sun and moon, changing day and night in an instant, reversing the order of time, and dominating the flow of laws.

Unfortunately, Ye Feng's skill is still in its early stages, just like "manipulating creation," it is only in its initial stages.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's expression changed several times. The Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Techniques have always been kept secret, especially the complete lineage which includes thousands of variations, which cannot be learned by someone without roots. This person is proficient in this art, so he must have a powerful background.

He hesitated slightly.

But then he thought of his own Buddhist kingdom's foundation, its millennia of cultivation, and even the life and death of Di Ting, and his anger flared up again, his killing intent burning fiercely—no matter where you come from, capture me first! Even if I really kill you, with the support of Mount Ling, why should I fear the revenge of your master or elders?

His thoughts raced in an instant. He suddenly raised his right hand and shouted in a deep voice.

In an instant, Ye Feng and the monkey saw only a blazing Buddha light.

A gigantic hand descended from the ends of the heavens, spanning the limits of concepts, blotting out the sun and sky, vast and boundless, as if extending from the eternal other shore.

All things in heaven and earth are as insignificant as dust before this palm.

Even the arrogant Monkey King couldn't help but feel a chill at this moment—if he were to be struck by this palm, he would probably turn into a burnt monkey pancake on the spot.

Ye Feng chuckled, "This bald monk has really been provoked by me."

The monkey muttered a complaint, "Senior brother, you're about to die, and you can still laugh?"

Ye Feng waved his long sleeve and pushed him aside. "Step back, be careful."

He then clenched his fist, unleashing a murderous aura that surged into the sky. Amidst the surging chaotic light, an ancient sword suddenly appeared in his palm.

The monkey's fur stood on end, and a chill ran from its tailbone straight to its head.

Top-grade innate spiritual treasure—the Primordial Chaos Heaven-Slaying Sword!

This sword was a reward bestowed upon me by the system when I left Fangcun Mountain.

Since acquiring this sword, Ye Feng has never used it.

It's not that I can't, but that I disdain it—I haven't met anyone worthy of drawing my sword.

Today, the time has finally come.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is the best candidate.

The boundless Buddha's palm pressed down, and the heavens and earth were enveloped in Buddha's light. Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

What does a top-grade innate spiritual treasure mean?

In the primordial era, such treasures would have been enough to cause powerful beings from all walks of life to fight and kill each other, resulting in bloodshed.

Second only to innate treasures, its quality is comparable to the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform and the Hetu Luoshu, making it the most outstanding existence in this world.

The moment the sword is drawn, its intent spreads like ripples, condensing into the purest slash.

The malevolent energy of heaven and earth surged, and the yin and yang energies clashed and merged, forming an indescribable chaotic color. Even the dazzling Buddhist light paled in comparison to this color.

It was as if time had reversed, returning us to the beginning of time, before the world was divided and before heaven and earth were created.

Immediately afterwards—

A sword light burst forth from the chaos, like the first sharp edge to open the heavens and the earth, severing the void and splitting the primordial chaos, and suddenly everything became clear!

When the monkey came to its senses, it saw that the dark sky of the underworld still covered all directions, and the giant hand that had destroyed the world had vanished without a trace.

Could it be... that strange phenomenon that happened just now? The monkey was deeply shaken and speechless for a long time.

Ye Feng exhaled softly, took a step back, and reached out to grab the back of his neck—

"Walk."

With a slight movement, he slashed out with his sword, tearing the void apart like a thin sheet of paper, creating a deep, dark rift.

The two figures flashed and disappeared into the crowd without a trace.

"snort!"

With a low, muffled thud, Ksitigarbha's face suddenly turned ashen, and his gaze slowly fell upon his right wrist.

His wrist was severed at the root, and golden blood flowed out, staining his sleeves.

boom--!

The Buddha's blood stained the sky, the world changed abruptly, a thunderclap exploded, the heavens churned, and golden light poured down like rain. That blood rain contained the purest and most refined Buddhist power, which was sprinkled onto the boundless sea of ​​sand outside the Netherworld City.

As the Buddha's blood fell to the ground, the vast yellow sands began to revive, the dried sand grains coalescing and turning into fertile, dark earth.

Ksitigarbha sighed softly, his eyes slightly closed: "A top-grade innate spiritual treasure... it was my oversight."

He said no more, silently descended the lotus platform, and stopped in a desolate place outside the Netherworld City.

Soaked in blood and rain, the yellow sand was transformed into a new hellish land, upon which lay a severed hand.

He stepped down from the lotus platform, bent down to pick it up, and amidst the swirling Buddha light, his severed hand quickly healed as before.

It was then reattached to the severed wrist, where the skin and flesh remained connected, and the exterior was intact.

However, only he himself knew that this right hand had lost its former divine power, and if he were to restore it to its former glory, it would take at least ten thousand years of arduous effort.

He put away the lotus platform and slowly walked towards the Netherworld City.

This battle was a huge loss for the Netherworld—not to mention anything else, the escaped and disappeared evil spirits, as well as the billions of souls annihilated in the chaos, were already immeasurable wounds.

As he approached the city gate, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva lightly tapped his fingertip, and the protective barrier of the city instantly dissipated. He then headed straight for the location of the Ten Kings of Hell.

Before King Qin Guang's palace, the Ten Kings of Hell looked at each other and took the initiative to come forward.

……

But let's leave that aside for now.

Ye Feng and the monkey burst into the sky, plunging the world into darkness. Chaotic energy surged from all directions, precisely in the crevices between the three realms.

Anyone who has not yet ascended to immortality will be swallowed up by the turbulent currents the moment they step into this place.

But Ye Feng and the monkey showed no fear. In the blink of an eye, they passed through and found themselves in the Four Continents.

Having emerged from the underworld, they had not determined their location, and their current whereabouts remained unclear. Looking down, they saw only a vast expanse of sunlight stretching out endlessly.

Ye Feng looked up and calculated with his fingers. After a moment, he determined the direction and then pulled the monkey along as they sped towards Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Along the way, the monkey couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, how did you find me?"

Ye Feng smiled: "When I was meditating in the manor, an old ape came to report that your aura was weak. I then checked your body and found that your soul had left your body, so I chased after it into the Netherworld. Seeing that you were safe and sound, I went to that bald monk's mountain gate, set a trap to lure him out, destroyed his dojo, and took away his mount. Only then did I turn back to find you."

The monkey was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening and exclaimed, "So you're the one who led that bald monk there!"

Ye Feng smiled but remained silent.

The monkey's expression turned strange.

Before long, the two returned to Flower Fruit Mountain. At this time, the monkey existed only in spirit form, while his real body was still sleeping by the stone bridge of the Water Curtain Cave.

Back in the cave, the monkeys were still guarding them. They all looked surprised when they saw Ye Feng and Wukong return.