"Boom, boom, boom——"
The noise from the outside world reached Sun Wukong's ears.
"Jingu Bang."
There was a sparkle in his eyes.
"Yes, keep hitting!"
*Sun Wukong thought to himself.*
The battle between him and the Buddha continued, the Immortal Energy stirred the surrounding Chaos, and the space shook violently.
Within the Chaos, giant palm imprints emerged, descending like massive peaks.
"Using the same move over and over, anyone would get bored!"
Sun Wukong transformed into a golden light and charged up, his fists smashed into the palm imprints with overwhelming force, shattering all Spells attached to them.
"He has found the weakness, I cannot use this move anymore!"
The True Spirit of the Buddha wavered, and he withdrew his right hand.
He silently recited a Spell, the Taoist Heavenly Sound resounded, and gigantic lotus flowers appeared in the Chaos, unfurling towards Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong let out a cold laugh, not even bothering to dodge, as Tribulation Swords surrounded him and blasted towards the lotuses.
The lotus flowers were sliced apart by the Tribulation Swords, exploding into a series of terrifying noises, making the crevice world tremble under waves of the Heavenly Dao.
"Truly troublesome."
*Sun Wukong thought while resisting the overwhelming airwaves.*
*The scenes from the outside world kept transmitting into his mind.*
*In the Four Great Continents, countless people were engulfed in black flames and collapsed on the ground.*
*And in Yunxiao City, Demons surrounded Ao Luan, who was bleeding from her seven orifices.*
"Second Great King, Second Great King!"
*They wanted to stop Ao Luan's bleeding, but it was completely useless.*
*The Heavenly Dao Curse harmed those with deeper Heavenly Dao Skill more severely, and since Sun Wukong granted Ao Luan the authority of the Heavenly Dao, she was essentially a smaller version of him and thus the most grievously injured.*
"I must go save her."
Sun Wukong's brow furrowed slightly, he needed to get out quickly.
But the Buddha was persistently difficult, not allowing him near the exit.
A strange aura suddenly came through.
Sun Wukong looked up.
After days of battle, the crevice of the Three Realms could no longer hold, and a spatial rift appeared overhead.
Sun Wukong saw the crack, his eyes gleaming with sharp light.
"Not good."
The Buddha secretly exclaimed in worry.
This spatial rift was only the size of a thumb, but it was very close, and there was no way Sun Wukong would miss it.
He looked towards Sun Wukong.
Without any hesitation, Sun Wukong transformed into golden light and darted towards the rift.
The Buddha's heart skipped a beat.
"You shall not pass!"
Dazzling light shot out from his brow with incredible speed, blocking Sun Wukong's path.
It was a little figure.
Sun Wukong stopped and looked.
The little figure had no Buddha Light, only a form as jade-like as a living statue.
"Sari."
Sun Wukong gazed at it, "You cannot stop me."
Endless light suddenly burst forth around him, hundreds and thousands of Tribulation Swords appeared in the Chaos, rolling with Immortal Energy, pointed directly at the spatial rift.
Sun Wukong's divine might radiated, each Tribulation Sword was like a Sky-Supporting Pillar, dazzlingly magnificent.
"Go!"
He shouted loudly, the radiant rain of swords shot upward, tearing the Chaos and blasting away the little figure.
The crevice of the Three Realms shook violently.
Since escaping smoothly was impossible, breaking through the crevice would suffice!
"Sun Wukong."
The Buddha charged up from behind.
"Buddha."
Sun Wukong looked back and said, "Don't die now!"
He raised his right hand, sweeping downward.
The sky-full of brilliance howled down fiercely, transforming into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky and sun.
"My Spell…"
The Buddha stared blankly at the scene.
The Buddhist Spells he had cultivated over a millennium, shockingly fell into Sun Wukong's hands.
The light instantly swallowed the Buddha.
At Lingshan, everyone's hearts skipped a beat.
"What is that?"
They turned their gaze towards the lotus seat, a terrifying aura emanated from within.
"Jingu Bang."
Manjusri Bodhisattva asked with a hint of hope, "Is this its aura?"
"No, it's not…"
The World Venerable replied.
Jingu Bang's power paled in comparison to this mighty aura.
With a "boom," the lotus seat exploded.
This explosion was like a roaring tidal wave fracturing the sky, the erupting Immortal Energy made it impossible for all the Immortals and Buddhas to remain standing.
Within the thick smoke, a golden figure gradually emerged.
"Go, leave this place."
He let the Scorpion Demoness go.
The first to react was the Jingu Bang, it emitted a joyful ringing, transforming into a dazzling light that dove down, floating by the figure's side.
"Sun Wukong!"
All the Buddhas at Lingshan turned pale with fright.
"Your Majesty!"
Emperor Qinghua was full of joy.
Sun Wukong looked up, stepping forward.
He carried divine radiance, tread upon flames, walking step by step toward the sea of clouds, as if walking on an invisible staircase, each step exuding vast divine might.
"Great Saint!"
"Great Saint!"
Immortals stood on both sides, bowing in respect.
Sun Wukong stepped onto the sea of clouds, regarding the Buddhas as nothing.
He looked toward the east, to the place shrouded in black mist.
"Now that's a big problem."
*Someone within him spoke up.*
"Heavenly Dao anomaly."
*Sun Wukong said.*
"What should we do then?"
*The voice asked.*
"We can only do this."
He replied, turning around, as another ray of light rose from the lotus seat.
"Buddha!"
The Buddhas exclaimed in delight.
Sun Wukong looked at the ever more divinely dazzling figure of the Buddha.
"You're not dead, and have regained your memory."
He said, "This is good."
The Buddha's eyes were deep and profound.
Because the crevice of the Three Realms shattered, the Buddha of the small world found him.
The two Tathāgatas had merged into one.
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