Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Amitabha Wins the Battle Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Amitabha Wins the Battle Wukong saw those two thousand eight hundred Buddhas forming a grand formation with Tathagata and Maitreya, a formation known as the Great Buddha Formation, immensely formidable. He then saw Buddha’s Light spreading across the sky, reciting sutras as Sanskrit characters drifted out, transforming into mountainous peaks, pressing down towards Wukong.

Wukong said, “You all retreat; I’ll handle this.”

Two hundred Buddhas pressed their palms together and said, “We follow the Dharma’s command.”

Wukong no longer suppressed his own realm, suddenly feeling as profound as the sea, unfathomably deep, as if he were a massive black hole with no visible bottom, inscrutable. The aura of the Heavenly Dao Laws descended upon him, and naturally, Tathagata, who had comprehended the Heavenly Dao Laws, could sense it.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible! Have you actually attained sainthood?” Tathagata exclaimed in shock.

Without responding, Wukong waved his hand, and the Heavenly Dao Laws began to operate. Suddenly, thunder and lightning appeared out of the void, these being what exists above the Nine Heavens: be it called Purple Twilight Divine Thunder, Five Elements Divine Thunder, or Chaotic Heavenly Thunder… A sea of thunder fell, and all the Sanskrit characters were obliterated into dust.

“Amitabha Buddha! Heaven has the virtue of creating life; why must the Victorious Fighting Buddha act so?” Amitabha Buddha descended from Mount Sumeru to the battlefield and with a wave of his hand, dispersed the thunderclouds.

“Our Buddha is merciful!” the Buddhas said, their palms pressed together.

Seeing Amitabha Buddha, Wukong did not speak but scrutinized him carefully.

Amitabha Buddha smiled and said, “Victorious Fighting Buddha, why do you look at me so?”

Wukong smiled and said, “Amitabha Buddha is the founder of the Buddhist Sect. Now that I’ve seen through the void, naturally I want to look a bit longer.”

Amitabha Buddha said, “Victorious Fighting Buddha truly has an exceptional talent, having already achieved the status of a Heavenly Dao Saint.”

Wukong said, “I now wish to establish a new Spiritual Mount, renamed the Ultimate Bliss World. Does Amitabha Buddha intend to stop me?”

Amitabha Buddha replied, “They are all my disciples. If you convert them, wouldn’t I be left alone?”

Wukong smiled helplessly and said, “Then we cannot avoid a battle!”

Amitabha Buddha said, “As you wish.”

Wukong swept up the two hundred Buddhas with his sleeve and headed towards the edges of Chaos, Amitabha Buddha following close behind.

Entering the fringes of Chaos, the two stood their ground. Wukong found himself at a disadvantage in his magical duel with Amitabha Buddha. He only had the Jingu Bang in his hand and no other magical treasures, but after all, this was his dream. Everything here was illusory, contrived, and even outside, there was a Saint controlling this dreamscape.

“Hmm?” Wukong suddenly found an additional Great Seal in his hand, carved with sickles and axes; he even knew its name, “Great Revolution Seal.”

Then, he found himself with a whisk at his waist, the World-Cleansing Dust Whisk, he knew.

Amitabha Buddha was surprised to see Wukong conjure two magical treasures out of thin air but did not say much; Saints have myriad ways.

Though it was a dream, dreams are spontaneous, and the characters within them hold their own personalities.

Amitabha Buddha made his move, raising a Treasure Wheel, his Life-Bound Magical Treasure, which was extremely formidable. Once unleashed, billions of strands of Buddha’s Light shone forth, not only too brilliant to behold but also immensely heavy, like being crushed by the weight of the Five Great Mountains once struck.

This Amitabha Buddha was not like Burning Lamp; Wukong dared not treat the situation lightly. He raised the Great Revolution Seal into the sky, the sickles providing arced protection, swirling around him tightly, while the axes hovered above, ready to strike down at any movement.

“Be careful now,” said Amitabha Buddha.

The Treasure Wheel was raised, billions of Buddha’s Light shining forth, illuminating the entire fringes of Chaos. Wukong had no choice but to rely on his inner eye, but even under its gaze, he could only make out blurred shapes, demonstrating the prowess of Amitabha Buddha and the power of the Treasure Wheel!

Amitabha Buddha flicked a sarira at Wukong. Holding it between his fingers, he shot it forth.

The sarira shot out like a falling meteor, disturbing the Chaos Qi, its speed ultimate, so much so that even the inner eye had trouble capturing its path. It revolved around Wukong, waiting for the moment to penetrate the sickles’ defense and knock him to the ground.

It’s extremely difficult for a Saint to kill another Saint unless one side is overwhelmingly powerful or if there are multiple attackers. Otherwise, it could take years to determine a victor. Therefore, when Saints duel, there’s usually a rule that the one who falls first loses.

Wukong knew that Amitabha Buddha still had tricks up his sleeve, so he dared not strike the Sarira with his axe. Instead, he had to bring out his Jingu Bang and raise it toward the sky.

Just as the Jingu Bang was raised and the sickle made way through the space, the Sarira drilled in through the gap, targeting Wukong’s forehead. But the Jingu Bang horizontally blocked it, and upon impact, a crisp “clang” rang out as the Sarira actually slightly dented the Jingu Bang.

Wukong twisted his fingers into a Dharma Seal, namely the Treasure Wheel Seal!

A Dharma Wheel appeared behind him, and with a tremor of the Jingu Bang, the Sarira was shaken off by inches. The Treasure Wheel surged forward, and the Jingu Bang followed, shrinking to several inches to entangle the Sarira and carry it outside.

Amitabha Buddha’s Guiding Banner fell down, aiming to open Wukong’s axe.

But the axe soared into the sky, growing with the wind, and in an instant, it transformed into the size of a mountain, entangling with the Guiding Banner.

Amitabha Buddha then raised the Merit Lotus Platform. This Lotus Platform originally was of Twelfth Rank, but because eons ago a mosquito born from the Asura Blood Sea bit it, sucking away Three Ranks, leaving only Nine Ranks. This mosquito, having drawn power from the Merit Lotus Platform, naturally entered under Amitabha Buddha’s sect. Later, Zhun Ti Taoist captured the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, who was imprisoned by formations in Zhun Ti’s pond. This mosquito then sucked dry the Essence Blood of the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, and after cultivating the Immortal Dao, transformed into human form, known as the Mosquito Taoist.

Hence, the Mosquito Taoist had also formed a karmic bond with the Tong Tian Sect Master and dared not cause further trouble, quietly obeying Amitabha Buddha’s orders.

The Nine-Ranked Merit Lotus Platform descended with a heavy sense of weight, which was merit itself. This merit contained a trace of the merit of creating the heavens, as well as establishing the Western Religion. Although three ranks were drained by the Mosquito Taoist, its power was absolutely not to be underestimated!

“Boom!”

Wukong vibrated the World-Cleansing Dust Whisk, and Seven-Colored Divine Light swept out to meet the Merit Lotus Platform.

But the World-Cleansing Dust Whisk was, after all, refined from a seed that fell from Zhun Ti Taoist’s Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. Compared to Amitabha Buddha’s Nine-Ranked Merit Lotus Platform, its power was too weak. As the Seven-Colored Divine Light fell, it entangled with the Lotus Platform for a moment, only to be torn apart by the golden light into fragments.

Wukong’s expression remained unchanged. His hands methodically enacted spells, lifting the Great Seal, now without the sickle and axe imprints, to meet the Merit Lotus Platform. The World-Cleansing Dust Whisk also swept out Seven-Colored Divine Light, and together, they managed to block the Merit Lotus Platform.

Amitabha Buddha raised another Sarira to strike Wukong, having refined many Sarira over the years.

Wukong couldn’t help feeling anxious. Amitabha Buddha was truly formidable, and the power of the Sarira was not small either. If hit, one would surely be knocked to the ground, and that would be a huge loss of face!

Wukong raised a Great Mountains and Rivers Seal to block, with the Heavenly Dao Saint imbuing it with such power that seemed immeasurable, as if encompassing the weight of the entire world, which even made Amitabha Buddha look grave, as he hurled three more Sarira at Wukong.

These three Sarira transformed into three golden rays falling down, aiming for Wukong’s forehead, chest, and knee.

With a movement of his hands, Wukong now wielded another staff, dark golden in color, with engravings of the Heavenly Court in collapse and the destruction of the Buddha Land, known as the Buddha Beating Staff!

With the Buddha Beating Staff in hand, his confidence surged. He executed his Staff Technique with every move tracing no pattern, as elusive as a celestial fairy, keeping the three Sarira at bay. Wukong continuously cast his marvelous spells, flicking his fingers, and instantly, the Heavenly Dao Laws began to operate. He threw out eighteen Talismans.

The eighteen Talismans surrounded the three Sarira, forming a Formation called Primordial Demon-Extinguishing Formation!

This array was understood from the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but Wukong seldom used it because the path of formations was too limiting, not as versatile and adaptable as powerful spells for both offense and defense.

Amitabha Buddha was also feeling the urgency, finding Wukong’s methods exceptionally formidable!

Thus, he brought out a Demon-Subduing Pestle to duel Wukong, sparking a clash that sent sparks flying in all directions.

The two fought fiercely within the Chaos, making it impossible to distinguish the victor. Had it been outside, the very ground would likely have sunk in!

The only two True Buddhas in the world, when put into action, were truly apocalyptic. A full array of Buddhist True Words and wonderful methods burst forth. The two hundred Buddhas in Wukong’s sleeve listened intoxicatedly, truly deserving of saints for even their combat carried such an air.

This battle lasted a full three months!

Heavenly Dao Saints need not worry about depleting their mana, for their powers flow endlessly. It’s a competition of accumulated experience, as well as spells and understanding of the Dao.

Wukong still had the upper hand. Whether Xuan Ming was assisting or not was unclear, but the sickle and axe broke through Amitabha Buddha’s Magical Treasure, forcing him into a fluster. Then, with a swing of the Buddha Beating Staff on his back, Amitabha Buddha was knocked to the ground, covered in dust and ashes.

To know what happens next, please wait for the following part.