Chapter 631 — The Divine Eye Reveals Its Might
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When the Buddha-child Jiankong had followed King Yama far away and left the Great Brahma Heaven behind, his heart was deeply perplexed, and he thought: "Something that happened in childhood? What happened in Layman Shen's childhood? Why did my Buddha meet him in Youdu?
And why does Layman Shen no longer remember it?
" He thought a great deal, but plainly King Yama was keeping his counsel, unwilling to say more. And King Yama walked fast and urgently, as though it were not that he could not bear to watch Shen Mu slaughter the Buddha-children, but rather that he wished to flee the Great Brahma Heaven early, lest he be dragged into it.
"My Buddha knows many secrets, but he will not tell me.
Can Layman Shen truly be so terrifying? " he thought to himself.
In the Great Brahma Heaven, before the ruined temple, Shen Mu's figure could scarcely be caught by the naked eye; only when all the Buddha-children opened at once such divine powers as the Buddha Eye and the Heavenly Eye could they seize hold of his shape. His speed was too great, a flicker of light, a shadow upon water; sword arts, divine powers, blade arts, spear arts, fist arts, every kind of technique was unleashed, and unleashed in the midst of a furious sprint, so that the eye could not keep pace.
The Buddha-child Kongxiang roared, his body blazing with golden light like a great four-faced Buddha with four heads and eight arms, flying in midair to meet Shen Mu head-on as he came pouncing. The two hurtled through the air, speed against speed; Kongxiang stood two zhang six or seven in height, immensely burly, yet as they flew it was Shen Mu who pressed him backward.
In midair their fists collided like thunder; the other Buddha-children flew up to surround him, and suddenly golden blood filled the sky, raining down. Kongxiang's qi and blood burst within him; from every part of his body came a crackling detonation, his skin split open, his blood gushed forth.
He had traded hard blow for hard blow with Shen Mu, and his qi and blood boiled; his flesh could not contain so much, and the raging qi and blood surpassed the limit his body could bear, so he burst apart and died.
In the very instant the other Buddha-children shot skyward to surround Shen Mu, they saw Kongxiang's battered corpse tumble down from the air. Those who had rushed into the sky suddenly saw sword-light flicker in midair; their hearts startled, they hurriedly unleashed their own divine powers to blast at the heavens. But they saw a sword-light like a vast ocean of blood pour down: one sword opens the imperial blood, a boundless sea!
Raging qi and blood mingled with sword-light swept across; in that sea of blood the swords came forth like dragons, darting at will, and one after another the Buddha-children clutched at their throats or shielded their brows, their bodies sinking into the bloody ocean.
And above that ocean of blood, Prince Makara trod upon the great sea, lotuses churning beneath his feet, pinching a single lotus blossom to block Shen Mu's assault.
Whoosh — Shen Mu turned, robes fluttering, long hair flying, sword in hand, his back to him.
Prince Makara saw the opening and was about to strike when suddenly the sea of blood split apart, and a dark, heavy gate passed straight through his body. Prince Makara stared blankly; his body slowly sank into the sea of blood.
His primal spirit had already been drawn by the Gate of Heaven's Inheritance into Youdu.
The sea of blood dispersed, and one corpse after another fell from the sky.
Compared with these young Buddha-children sent by the Heavenly Court, Shen Mu stood far, far above them in combat experience and skill.
The Heavenly Court's Buddha-children dwelt the year round in the Buddha Realm, and the Buddha Realm had never known war; it was calm as a pool of dead water.