Chapter 1576: No Beginning Amitabha Buddha

Chapter 1580: Wushi Amitabha

The immortal source shattered, the primordial spirit struggled, and brilliance overflowed. The Dao corpse trembled, its body, seemingly composed of billions of stars, transformed from lifelessness to dazzling radiance.

The Investiture of the Gods wrapped around everything and plunged directly into the Chaos Cavern, a truly shocking sight.

“No!”

The Undying Daoist let out a final roar, his voice fading into silence. Inside the Investiture of the Gods, 365 talismans glowed, suppressing him and the ancient corpse together, trapping them and filling them into the desolate Immortal Ascension Cavern.

The world was stunned!

It was truly astounding; Emperor Wushi’s grand scheme was indeed immense. This unparalleled Daoist, a figure of peerless might, was actually sacrificed by him. What was he used for? A demon-suppressing stone, or an offering? He was simply filled into the Immortal Ascension Cavern!

“The Undying Daoist, one of the masterminds behind the Dark Turmoil of yesteryear, a great source of disaster—who would have thought he would meet such an end!” Everyone was filled with awe and shock. Numerous ancient Great Sages from beyond the domain trembled, and countless patriarchs instinctively wanted to prostrate themselves, their bodies and minds quivering before the majestic divine power ascending into the heavens.

“Who stands at the peak at the end of the Immortal Path?!”

From within the Investiture of the Gods, a voice resounded, shaking the heavens, causing all myriad domains to tremble and rumble, echoing throughout the eight directions.

Beyond the domain, the various powerful figures couldn't help but shiver, deeply moved and shaken to their cores. Meanwhile, some of the Supremes who emerged alive from the great rift in the Immortal Path scoffed. Although they were at their wits' end, at the very end of their lives, they remained supremely arrogant, bowing to neither heaven nor earth.

“Merely the spirit of a secret artifact dares to question the world. Let Wushi come!” the Stone Emperor said coldly. He was covered in blood, his pale bones exposed. Wielding the black Sky Desolation Great Halberd, he remained incomparably mighty and awe-inspiring, bloodstains streaking his thick black hair.

The Investiture of the Gods entered, carrying the Undying Daoist and forcing him into the Chaos Cavern. A divine thought was conveyed: “On the path to immortality, I shall contribute my part, exerting some effort!”

“Boom!”

The heavens and earth transformed. Emperor Wushi’s ancient Immortal Dao laws reappeared in the world, terrifying to the extreme. The River of Time and the Sea of Space turned into boundless chaos, pressing down together.

“This is… what a Wushi!” On the Immortal Path, someone sighed softly, and the ancient Supremes’ eyes shone brightly as they stared at the scene.

“Wushi is no longer in this world, but through his artifact, he unleashed his rightful glory, akin to him acting himself!”

This was an immense power, sacrificing a Supreme with blood. Driven into the Immortal Ascension Cavern, the Investiture of the Gods then burned with brilliant radiance. Myriad runes vibrated loudly, overflowing from the cavern. The person was no longer in this world, but his Dao and his runes remained, still equivalent to a Supreme taking action, and he had even live-sacrificed the Undying Daoist!

Emperor Wushi’s lifelong might was no empty boast. Sealing an ancient, peerless figure until today, he feared neither rebellion nor escape from him. Even no longer in this world, he could still control him. Leaving behind a legendary figure to fill the Immortal Ascension Cavern—such a grand gesture was astonishing. Who else would dare to do something like this? That was a person who shook ancient and modern times!

“Dong!”

The great bell tolled leisurely. Heaven and earth quaked as the Wushi Bell flew in, scattering supreme Immortal Dao divine principles, striking the Chaos Cavern and causing a massive collapse in that area. Moreover, with a single toll of this bell, the entire universe trembled. Most terrifyingly, the Eastern Wasteland shook, and an ancient pagoda deep within the earth resonated along with it!

“What?! This is… the Desolate Pagoda!”

“The Desolate Pagoda, which vanished for countless ages, has moved, drawn by the Wushi Bell, scattering endless brilliance—that is the power of creation!”

“Could it be that to achieve immortality, one must necessarily create heaven and earth?!”

People were stunned. There were three particularly special artifacts in this world: the Green Cauldron, the Immortal Bell, and the Desolate Pagoda. Each older than the last, they were the most mysterious and terrifying. Now, with a single toll of the Wushi Bell, it could actually activate the power of the Desolate Pagoda, sending out ripples of Immortal Dao laws, which was naturally chilling to the bone.

Emperor Wushi was unfathomable. Though he was gone, the runes carved onto his artifact were equivalent to his resurrection. His actions here, just as in the past, could forcefully sweep away everything.

“Dong!”

Heaven and earth shattered. A massive explosion erupted within the Chaos Cavern, clearly escalating to a frenzied state. The Investiture of the Gods seemed destined to be destroyed on the Immortal Path, sacrificing the Undying Daoist along with it, transforming into a mass of origin energy that created heaven and earth within.

In all creation, only the Wushi Bell swayed, suspended at the mouth of the Immortal Ascension Cavern, casting down ray after ray of brilliance.

Alas, all the light eventually vanished. Within the Chaos Cavern, blood energy lingered—the blood of a Supreme, the minced flesh of the Undying Daoist—yet it still failed to breach the Immortal Domain.

“I too cannot enter the Immortal Domain…” The great bell tolled leisurely. It seemed forged from chaos, ancient and majestic, suppressing the heavens for eons, suspended above the Immortal Ascension Cavern.

“You… are Wushi?!” an ancient Supreme asked.

“I… am not Wushi, which is why I cannot break through.” The great bell emitted a divine sound. It was merely a weapon; the true Wushi could no longer appear in the human world.

“Now, I actually believe Wushi might still be alive!” An ancient Supreme, though covered in blood, remained immensely majestic, casting a cold glance at the Wushi Bell before saying no more.

Was this era destined to end like this? The true Wushi ultimately did not appear, seemingly having passed away 80,000 years ago, which was deeply regrettable.

“It’s not over yet!”

In the Western Desert, someone spoke in a low voice, yet it shook the eight directions, swept across the Eastern Wasteland, and even reached beyond the domain.

In the Western Lands, a colossal Buddha statue rose, towering billions of feet high, solidifying from emptiness as if a true form had descended. On Mount Sumeru, Buddhist light shone universally, and the Great Thunder Sound Temple erupted with unparalleled life force. The Buddha statue transformed into a giant capable of creating heaven and earth, then stood up, taking a single step onto the Immortal Path and assaulting the Chaos Cavern.

“Boom!”

The fierce battle and surging, infinite Buddhist power made the Chaos Cavern even more shattered and broken beyond recognition. He, too, charged inside!

“This is… Emperor Amitabha’s Dharma Body?!”

“How could something like this be left behind? Could it be that he is also still alive?”

“Emperor Amitabha was someone who traveled extremely far on the Immortal Path and deeply researched immortal methods. It wouldn’t be surprising if he displayed some incredible form of longevity!”

This was Amitabha’s Dharma Body, which incredibly re-condensed from nothingness and directly charged in. Unfortunately, it ultimately failed and did not succeed.

However, the events did not stop there. The astonishing upheaval in the Western Desert continued.

Mount Sumeru glowed, immeasurable power of faith surging. From deep within the mountain, a colossal Buddhist chant resonated as a true Great Buddha appeared within the Great Thunder Sound Temple, seated there, his head touching the ancient heavens!

Auspicious energy steamed there. Myriad rays of rosy light and boundless power of faith surged, vaster than oceans, sweeping across the Western Desert, present everywhere. Mount Sumeru seemed like a colossal living entity, giving birth to a Great Buddha. For countless ages, it had received the worship and prostrations of all sentient beings, and no one knew it would undergo such a transformation.

“That is… Amitabha. He has actually reappeared!”

“It truly is the Buddhist Emperor! Could he still be alive? That vital energy, that power—it’s clearly from the peak of his golden years!” Many people were terrified. How was this possible? An Emperor long confirmed to have entered Nirvana had appeared again, and so powerful, at the absolute zenith of his life!

Everyone knew that once the Immortal Path opened, many incomprehensible events would occur, but no one had fully anticipated that someone confirmed to have passed away would reappear.

It was an old monk, his head touching the firmament, colossally immense, manifested on Mount Sumeru. He wore a compassionate expression, feeling sorrow for heaven and earth, as if he had been seated there since time immemorial.

“Is he going to take that path?!” The Longevity Heavenly Venerable’s aged brow twitched, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The Stone Emperor sneered repeatedly, his hair disheveled, holding the black great halberd, still emanating an unparalleled aura. He looked at the Western Desert indifferently, offering no comments.

On Mount Sumeru, the various Buddhas were stunned; even they were unaware. Only a select few elder monks understood, while others stared in a daze, before performing Buddhist rites and piously prostrating themselves.

A Venerable chanted sutras, emitting a Zen song: “The world is a sea of suffering. Amitabha made a grand vow, wishing to deliver all sentient beings, transform all calamities, and let Buddhist light shine eternally!”

“If I achieve immortality, and within my immortal land there are still those in the three evil paths of hell, hungry ghosts, and animals, I shall not attain the supreme immortal position.”

“If I achieve immortality, and within my immortal land, all devas and people, after their lives end, still fall and experience the three evil paths, I shall not attain the supreme immortal position.”

“If I achieve immortality, and within my immortal land, all devas and people do not fully possess a golden body, I shall not attain the supreme immortal position.”

The old monk seated on Mount Sumeru, who was Amitabha, continuously made grand vows. This immensely vast voice actually resonated throughout heaven and earth, spreading into the cosmos.

At this moment, in endless ancient domains, across the starry sky, and at the cosmic fringes—wherever Amitabha had walked, wherever there were Buddhist followers—all began to glow, and boundless power of faith converged from everywhere, overwhelming the sky and earth!

Golden light rain, gathering from all corners of the universe towards the Big Dipper, descended upon Mount Sumeru, transforming this place into an earthly immortal land, incomparably peaceful, with billions of auspicious rays, astonishingly beautiful. Such auspicious omens were rare through the ages, almost impossible to find anywhere in the world.

In the Western Desert, countless Buddhist followers prostrated themselves, piously worshipping Mount Sumeru. Their entire beings became enlightened, their Immortal Terraces glowing, countless light rain scattering across the sky. During this period, the Buddhist followers of the Western Desert had already arrived at the foot of Mount Sumeru through domain gates, transforming this place into a Buddhist kingdom, and now, it had become an immortal realm akin to the mythical era.

“Emperor Amitabha delivers all sentient beings and wishes to lead our entire sect to ascend to immortality, transcend all suffering, and free all Buddhist followers from the sea of misery. Are you willing to follow?”

“Amitabha!” Everyone chanted the Buddhist Emperor’s name in unison, all willing.

“This is not Amitabha himself, but one born from the power of faith, yet almost identical to him, using his Nirvana relics as an Immortal Terrace and a Buddhist heart—truly remarkable!”

“Indeed, back then, Emperor Amitabha accepted the worship of all sentient beings, giving rise to a divine self, forged from the power of faith—this is him! Unbelievably, he is still in the world!”

With a thunderous roar, the entire Mount Sumeru lifted from the ground, and the old monk seated upon it transformed into a sixteen-foot golden body, radiating overwhelming Buddhist might, delivering salvation to the human realm.

He actually carried Mount Sumeru and the Great Thunder Sound Temple as a whole, flying forward, intending to forcefully open the Immortal Path with the power of sentient beings. At this moment, the Buddhist mind power of the entire universe was added to him!

Through the void, across endless star domains, countless Buddhist believers chanted Amitabha’s name. Endless light rain, like divine rivers, converged, reaching the Big Dipper and submerging Mount Sumeru.

Gathering the mind power of all sentient beings to open the Immortal Domain—this method was heaven-defying, powerful enough to inspire fear. Combined with an Emperor Amitabha, it was truly terrifying to the extreme.

“Boom!”

Ultimately, Mount Sumeru shrunk and crashed into the Immortal Ascension Cavern. All sentient beings chanted scriptures, shaking the entire Immortal Path.

“Amitabha is truly extraordinary!” an ancient Supreme sighed in his heart.

“Boom!”

At this very moment, from the Primordial Forbidden Land, the peerlessly graceful woman in white also made her move. She took a single step forward, then struck a palm into the Immortal Ascension Cavern!