My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 209 - 188: Look at Me One More Time

Chapter 209: Chapter 188: Look at Me One More Time

She suddenly took the initiative and enticed Chen Yi.

Could he reject such an advance?

The slanting sunlight framed her face, like a thin, hazy mirage. She hovered unpredictably, her eyes flashing like thunder. The dim surroundings heightened the piercing sharpness of their lust. She hesitated between rejection and invitation, her aura suddenly complex, like clouds rolling and scattering. It evoked a longing to savor the intangible and silent futility, which made Chen Yi flare his nostrils and stir his throat to softly embrace the sensation.

A second glance, fleeting as a thought.

This time, Chen Yi didn’t gasp heavily. Instead, he felt a sense of strange attachment, like threads too thin to sever. For the first time, he realized that Yin Weiyin could be so proactive.

The female crown lowered her eyes. Her hands and feet trembled, an inexplicable chaos surging within—not because she feared, but because, for once, she did not feel afraid!

A force crushed her fear into nothingness within an instant.

"Mm..."

She instinctively let out a long, drawn-out moan, then quickly covered her mouth, her face flushing as though it might bleed.

Taichua Goddess’s gaze flickered unpredictably.

How could these two... be so harmonious?

Almost as if they were born for each other, akin to the Ming King and Ming Empress...

But why? Between them, there was clearly no deep affection to speak of...

"Well, what do you think?"

Chen Yi turned his head with mockery:

"It’s like the pleasure of celestial beings, and yet no more than this. Why don’t you, Goddess, join in yourself?"

Her thoughts turned sharp, though she maintained her smile. However, her tone carried a biting chill.

"Such bold arrogance you have. Not to mention your blasphemy against the Buddha, you’ve never even stepped foot in the heavenly realm—merely chasing shadows—and yet you act so presumptuously. Do you not understand that compared to celestial beings, mortal lives are but ants..."

"Heh."

Before she could finish, Chen Yi interrupted with a cold laugh. His mockery brimming over, he said:

"Forget it. It’s not about blaspheming the Buddha.

I simply don’t think much of you."

His demeanor suddenly turned icy as though clouds had gathered overhead. If the Goddess had a face, her expression would have twisted into something grotesque.

"What do you mean by that?"

"There’s a saying from my hometown: ’Take it all if it’s unspoiled.’"

Chen Yi’s indifferent voice bore an unrelenting pressure upon her:

"So, if it’s spoiled, no thanks."

His words settled heavily, echoing in her ears like a thunderous quake after a long silence.

"You!"

The incarnation of the Ming Empress was already burning with rage.

After a pause, she seemed to realize something and softened her tone:

"Your words may sound clever, but how many have proclaimed themselves invincible, only to fall short in the end?

As for what strength you and she possess, well, the Third Eye shall reveal."

The Goddess spoke with assured confidence.

Even those fabled lovers whose passion ran deep had never pushed her to unleash this move.

And now, between the two of them, their Third Eyes met in an instant.

Yin and Yang converged, blending together. In that brief meeting of gazes, the two swiftly plunged into realms of indulgence.

Yin Weiyin was stunningly beautiful, breathtaking beyond dispute. Chen Yi was deeply enthralled, sinking ever further.

A gentle breeze stirred around them. The Goddess’s lips moved slightly, releasing Sanskrit syllables.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

The heart mantra of Guanyin.

There is a Buddhist legend of Fish Basket Guanyin.

In the tale, Guanyin Bodhisattva once manifested as a beautiful fisherwoman carrying a basket, offering her corporeal body at the Golden Sands Beach for salvation. To those who engaged with her, their lust would forever cease, leading them to repent and devote themselves to the Buddhist Law.

Thus, there came a poem: "Barrier-breaking Fish Basket Guanyin, compassion unrivaled, harmonizing eternal sounds."

And so, the Third Eye’s power was profoundly mysterious.

Leading to clarity, the ultimate exaltation would descend into profound sorrow!

In Chen Yi’s gaze, Yin Weiyin suddenly began contorting.

During their first meeting, she’d schemed to seize Min Ning. Their second encounter, she sought to lift him high only to crush him. Later on, her attempts on his life had surfaced multiple times. Finally, within the underground palace, she forced him into despair, leaving him no choice but to draw his blade and take his own life, severing the Three Corpses...

Deep-seated hatred surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming Chen Yi’s heart and soul.

His veins bulged. She seemed to offer nothing but beauty, completely worthless beyond that. Even if her allure was intoxicating, the time had come for her to meet her demise.

If so much venomous hatred existed, then why...

Why not...

Give it all he’s got?

Chen Yi’s gaze burned even fiercer.

In the hazy depths of his spirit, he sensed an "intention," one akin to the resolve "Though ten thousand may stand against me, I shall press forward." It was the intention—of the blade meant to kill.

And now, Yin Weiyin responded in kind.

The Goddess was utterly flabbergasted.

This embodiment of the Ming Empress’s dharma body—the mighty Goddess—pushed herself to the brink of soul-injury, reciting the mantra once again.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

She knew that if she didn’t chant further now, she might truly vanish into nothingness.

At that very moment, in Chen Yi’s eyes, Yin Weiyin underwent another transformation.

She was no longer so beautiful, rapidly aging instead, her mortal form decaying until she became a stark white skeleton.

How terrifying!

Chen Yi froze momentarily, dread and despair surging forth.

Guanyin had once manifested as flesh, revealing the red powder form to those straying from the path. In their moment of ecstasy, she would reveal the skeletal truth; exaltation would lead to inconsolable grief!

All appearances are empty illusions!

Emptiness. All four elements are empty. Everything is empty. The vast expanse of heaven and earth, the universe infinite, all reduced to nothingness. He was but a speck of dust, just as the dazzling Yin Weiyin was no more than a speck, even the Great Yu or the whole world itself—all destined to return to void.

Yet,

Chen Yi took another careful look at the alabaster bones.

The skeletal form of Taichua Goddess might... actually be quite lovely...

This was irrelevant,

For beauty beyond the surface—it seemed even a skeleton could suffice.

Was this... the "intention"?

A dazzling shard of crystal spilled within his soul. Even as she transformed into a skeleton, her gaze remained tangled like a thousand knots. She seemed to realize her shift to a skeletal form, her youth forever lost, which only made her pleading gaze more desperate. Her appeal to Chen Yi felt less about physical gratification and more an insatiable thirst for desire itself—a thing impossible to grasp.

Chen Yi submerged himself in the red powder skeleton’s raging desire. Let eternity shift, universes rise and fall; he lingered within these cravings. Immortals might achieve transcendence, Buddha may attain nirvana and extinction, defying the winds from all directions alone, but for mere mortals—

Mere mortals are never alone.

He was just a speck of dust, yet two specks of dust would always find one another.

Even if this was fleeting pleasure, it mattered little, for he was just a mortal who wanted to never be alone.

So, forget contemplating emptiness; forget the doctrine that ’all forms are illusions’...

Dawn brings a cloud, dusk brings the wandering rain.

Rivers merge with seas, the mist settles into eternal quiet.

After a brief hesitation, he withdrew his gaze momentarily, then burst forth again!

The Goddess was utterly baffled.

Can you see clearly? This is a red powder skeleton! A red powder skeleton!

Why are you charging so fiercely?!

The red powder skeleton manifestation of Guanyin is intended to enlighten mortals, not add fuel to your passion!

Stop rushing forward, or else the array will shatter, and I’ll be annihilated...

Boom!

A thunderous roar split the air, searing white light engulfing their vision, as though scorching their souls.

In the aftermath of the light, silence reigned.

Chen Yi and Yin Weiyin awoke as if from a dream.

Between them now stood a radiant golden statue of a Celestial King.

"Did we... break through the array?"

Yin Weiyin asked in stunned disbelief.

Chen Yi shook off his daze, picking up the Celestial King statue.

It was the statue of Virupaksha; accumulated with this, they now possessed all four Celestial Kings.

Chen Yi inhaled deeply and declared, "Then... let’s head back."

"Wait." She called out hesitantly.

"Wait for what?"

He turned back to look at her.

Her face was flushed red, her eyes heavy with longing and trembling with suppressed desire.

"Could you... look at me again..."

Chen Yi paused in surprise, then smiled.

This Immortal seemed... newly enraptured by longing.

"The array’s power is gone. There’s no point in looking anymore."

After their gazes held briefly and the female crown revealed slight disappointment, Chen Yi chuckled, leaned in, and kissed her.

She froze for a moment, then gradually responded to his kiss, their familiarity astonishing, as though they’d kissed hundreds or thousands of times before.

...............

Outside the Practice Tower.

Witnessing the dimming light fade into nothingness, the crowd was dumbfounded.

Voices swelled like ocean waves, drowning out the sound of rushing waters as astonishment turned into a cacophony of chatter.

The monks from the West were both astonished and puzzled, muttering:

"Could it be Chen Yi’s sudden enlightenment in Buddhist Law, discovering the truth of emptiness, and attaining Buddhahood?"

Yin Tingxue heard this and twitched her nose in disbelief.

That man, so lust-driven, how could he comprehend the truth of emptiness?

Not even Master Zhou could sever his Three Corpses.

She instinctively muttered under her breath:

"He’s not that kind of person."

The Western monk, even more perplexed, said:

"If not for that revelation, then how could he shatter the array, given that supreme joy follows supreme sorrow?"

"Well..."

Yin Tingxue rolled her eyes, as only one possibility came to mind:

"What if, after his supreme joy, he just felt even greater joy?"

The monk froze, stunned, and after a long pause finally uttered:

"What an extraordinary man!"