90. The All-Seeing Divine Lord! The Born Son of Buddha

“Am I unharmed?”

Huang Huo had been certain that the sword light would not be stopped by the Nine-Colored Fallen Divine Light, and that his soul would be wiped away, leaving him a dumb, lifeless statue.

Unexpectedly, after being struck, nothing happened.

“Chen Huangpi, do you truly believe that with its help, you can kill me?”

“I have my own allies as well!”

Huang Huo laughed wildly, almost hysterically.

“The sword light…”

Chen Huangpi looked helplessly at the sword light blocking Huang Huo’s path.

His master’s sword was too powerful.

After the sword passed, its lingering shadow was already more formidable than a typical calamity eye. Chen Huangpi even felt that, despite the demonic tree now strengthened by the black smoke, it might not be as terrifying as this calamity eye.

It wasn’t that the calamity eye was stronger.

It was that the sword light was utterly dreadful.

The mutated deity statue sighed helplessly, “If my power were restored to fifty percent, though the sword light is strong, it would still not break my magic.”

It knew what the sword light represented.

Nothing is uncuttable; all things can be severed!

This phrase referred to the sword carried by the Lord of the Temple.

Though the illusory sword shadow could not possess such overwhelming might, it still bore the meaning of a single sword cutting through myriad laws.

“Calamity Eye! Kill them!”

Huang Huo was growing hysterical.

He knew Chen Huangpi came from the Pure Immortal Temple, and if he did not kill him, he himself might die later.

There was only one way: kill Chen Huangpi.

Then, escape through the passage from the God-Burying Tomb to the Yellow Springs Underworld.

Perhaps there was still a thread of hope.

But the Calamity Eye remained indifferent, coldly watching everything below.

Huang Huo knew the sword light was not infinite.

Each time it was unleashed, it would injure the Calamity Eye.

To persuade it to strike again, a heavy vow had to be made.

Thinking this, Huang Huo gritted his teeth, “I’ll help you open that coffin. I want nothing; everything inside will be yours!”

Chen Huangpi hurriedly said, “Calamity Eye, that’s acceptable to me as well. Moreover, if you help me kill Huang Huo, I can even refine pills to cure your trachoma!”

Indeed, whether it was the flesh growth inside the Calamity Eye or the occasional fresh blood dripping, it looked like trachoma.

Chen Huangpi was confident that one pill would cure it.

Yet the Calamity Eye remained utterly cold.

Blood dripped down, and sword light was brewing.

Though the tomb was vast, the Calamity Eye fixated on Chen Huangpi.

Huang Huo laughed, “You’re human, wearing the skin of evil. How could it help you?”

“Chen Huangpi, prepare to die!”

“Be careful, be very careful!”

The bronze oil lamp nervously warned, “Don’t get hit by that sword light! Otherwise, even if you don’t die, you’ll be severely wounded.”

“I know!”

Chen Huangpi dared not be careless. Black smoke billowed around him, shielding his body.

At the same time, he asked the mutated deity statue, “If you can’t block it, hide behind me. I have tough skin and thick flesh, plus the black smoke protects me. I won’t be harmed.”

He spoke sincerely.

Yet to the mutated deity statue, it felt unsettling.

Could Chen Huangpi really say that?

Surely, he was trying to trap it…

Afraid it wouldn’t protect him, hence the words.

Seemingly reading the statue’s thoughts, Chen Huangpi said seriously, “I say this because I truly mean it. I mean it because that is who I am.”

At these words, the mutated deity statue was momentarily stunned.

Its hands spread open, the upright eye in its palm reflecting Chen Huangpi’s face.

Though hidden by black smoke and clad in the skin of a death-seeking ghost, it could still clearly see Chen Huangpi’s expression.

Serious, calm.

Not a trace of deceit.

The deity statue’s gaze was complex. If Chen Huangpi was scheming, trying to get it to act, he wouldn’t speak now.

He would wait until the statue was injured, then place himself in front.

Then it would be moved to risk everything to help him.

Or, when the Calamity Eye’s sword light was about to strike the statue, Chen Huangpi would suddenly rise to shield it.

Any of these would feel more reliable than mere words.

Yet he said it now.

Because he truly thought so.

“Yes, yes indeed!”

The mutated deity statue laughed, “I was blind, misunderstood you. You’re as tricky as ever. When I say you have the heart of a child, you’re sly; when I say you’re calculating, you’re genuinely sincere.”

“But you misunderstand me as well.”

“I am different from them. If I truly couldn’t endure it, I wouldn’t leave your side.”

The mutated deity statue suddenly looked toward the Calamity Eye.

“I am Guangmu; I shall banish evil and slay demons!”

Speaking, the statue’s palm eyes snapped shut, then on its featureless face, a pair of all-seeing, divine eyes coldly opened.

Within those eyes burned a fire.

The fire was incense.

Not human aura, nor spiritual energy.

Just a single incense stick burning.

As the incense burned, the black smoke around the statue thinned.

Its dark green-black body gradually took on a jade-like luster.

It had burned thirty percent of its divine power.

In exchange for the chance to become the Supreme Lord Guangmu within the span of one incense stick.

A mysterious power instantly transferred Chen Huangpi from atop the statue’s head to the ground.

At this moment, the sword light within the Calamity Eye had fully formed.

Shing!

Like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

All present in the tomb heard the piercing sound of steel.

“Good timing!”

The mutated deity statue—or more precisely, Supreme Lord Guangmu—opened its mouth wide, releasing a burst of white light like a sharp sword that slashed toward the Calamity Eye.

The white light was pure.

It was the manifestation of its divine power.

Yet the sword light was terrifying beyond measure.

The white light barely met the sword light before beginning to dissipate.

But Supreme Lord Guangmu was undaunted, again unleashing a black light.

Black and white intertwined.

Though still unable to overpower the sword light, it ground it down to but a sliver.

This final sliver of sword light struck Supreme Lord Guangmu, but it was like a gentle spring breeze—completely ineffective.

Chen Huangpi’s eyes lit up.

He was about to praise when he saw that where the sword light passed, beads of blood the size of beans appeared.

“No need to worry!”

Supreme Lord Guangmu roared; the blood droplets vanished immediately, and its divine body became flawless again.

It unleashed another wave of dazzling light, rushing to attack the Calamity Eye.

Sword light and radiant brilliance intertwined.

The entire tomb shook with dust and debris from their battle’s aftershocks.

The evil beings dared not approach.

This was no longer a fight they could join. One touch, and they would be reduced to powder.

No—there was one who could still join.

That was the Lord of Mang Mountain.

But Mang Mountain Lord paid no heed to the clash between Supreme Lord Guangmu and the Calamity Eye, nor did he intend to intervene.

His interest was entirely on Chen Huangpi.

“Song Jiu, can you see it?”

“Sir, you mean what?”

“Buddha-nature, strangely evil Buddha-nature.”

Mang Mountain Lord smiled cruelly, “I hadn’t noticed before, but after watching this Huangpi King for a while, I see a hint of Buddha-nature on him. Yes, he is human; he is not a demon.”

“So, he is a naturally born Buddha child!”

In a chaotic corner of the tomb, Chen Huangpi faced off against Huang Huo.

“You dare to kill me?”

Huang Huo sneered, “Without Guangmu aiding you, with what will you kill me?”

Before finishing, torrents of yellow mud sprayed forth.

Yet before the mud could touch Chen Huangpi, a true fire blazed up.

“No Guangmu? Then there’s this lamp!”

The bronze oil lamp blazed with fury, “Chen Huangpi, if you let even a drop of that yellow mud touch you, I’ll write my name backwards!”

“Kill!”

Black smoke swirled fiercely around Chen Huangpi as he wielded a sharp sword fashioned from a withered tree branch, slashing at Huang Huo.

In an instant, countless sword energies erupted.

Branches from the demonic tree sprouted in the void, lashing like whips at Huang Huo.

Still—

Huang Huo was truly hard to kill.

Even though the temple was shattered, and Huang Huo’s body was reduced to mud, it always recovered.

Not even the black smoke could devour him.

Or rather, after devouring him, Huang Huo revived once more.

“As long as the Yellow Springs endure, I shall not die,” Huang Huo laughed.

“Chen Huangpi, don’t waste your effort. Kneel now and kowtow to apologize, and perhaps I will spare your life!”

“Silence!”

Chen Huangpi knew Huang Huo was bluffing, trying to provoke him.

In truth, though he could not kill Huang Huo, Huang Huo was powerless against him.

Huang Huo was not worthy to kill him.

Just then, Huang Huo said again, “Mang Mountain Lord, aren’t you eager to taste Chen Huangpi’s brain? Why don’t you strike?”

“You can’t die anyway; a moment longer won’t matter.”

Mang Mountain Lord’s voice rang faintly.

Suddenly, a black claw with four fingers appeared above Chen Huangpi’s head.

“Don’t be afraid. I strike quickly—you won’t feel pain…”

“Ahhhhh!”

Before the hand could fall, the black smoke bit down like a venomous snake.

Pain—excruciating pain!

“Slash! Slash! Slash!”

Mang Mountain Lord howled in agony, severing his own arm. Before it hit the ground, the black smoke swallowed it.

“Get lost!”

Chen Huangpi said coldly, “Come any closer and I’ll kill you!”

Shielded by black smoke, he feared no so-called Mang Mountain Lord.

What could the Calamity Eye do?

The last calamity he encountered was still wailing in his temple.

And it wailed far worse than Mang Mountain Lord.

“This black smoke…”

Mang Mountain Lord dared not approach. He eyed Chen Huangpi’s black smoke warily.

He hadn’t expected the smoke to be so terrifying.

Even he couldn’t resist it.

It even devoured the true form of his severed arm.

Yet…

The more so, the more interested Mang Mountain Lord became in Chen Huangpi.

With the black smoke protecting him and Supreme Lord Guangmu assisting, he seemed to possess an extraordinary identity.

But these were trivial.

Most important was Chen Huangpi’s strong Buddha-nature.

Mang Mountain Lord was a Arhat worshipped in the Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions, naturally sensitive to Buddha-nature.

Before, he had ignored Chen Huangpi, his mind elsewhere.

Now, so close, that strange Buddha-nature was like poison, making him desperate to devour Chen Huangpi whole.

“A born Buddha child! Destined to be connected with me!”

Mang Mountain Lord wiped his mouth, his gaze filled with eager desire.

(End of chapter)