The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 678: Buddha Appears in the World

Chapter 678: Chapter 678: Buddha Appears in the World

Sun Wukong and Luo Shixin shot into the space rift above the God Temple like two long rainbows. The thunderclouds from the heavenly tribulation had already dissipated due to the appearance of the golden bell, allowing everyone to see clearly the abyss-like rift that spanned across Cangqiong.

Qin Jun watched nervously but did not have the pipa immediately rush up, because it was his secret weapon against Tathāgata, to be used only when absolutely necessary.

For the sake of the Nirvana Bodhi Tree, he had to consider the full picture.

If Tathāgata found out about the pipa beforehand, the next time they met, he would definitely be on guard.

Qin Jun did not believe that Tathāgata would let his split body take the Nirvana Bodhi Tree.

The last time Tathāgata’s split body had left the courts of Great Qin helpless, yet Kua Fu still managed to scare it away.

With the strength of early Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, Kua Fu, by risking his life, had driven away Tathāgata’s split body, suggesting that the split body was not unreasonably strong.

Perhaps this split body had been strengthened, but Qin Jun believed that it couldn’t have gotten much stronger.

With a loud boom!

From the rift in Cangqiong, a giant golden hand fell, pressing down on Sun Wukong and Luo Shixin.

The winds swept to all directions, shaking the eight corners of the world. The very top of the God Temple castle was crushed and collapsed, the temple guards fled in panic, and even Zun Rudao and Black Butterfly Fairy dodged out of the way.

The expressions on Sun Wukong and Luo Shixin’s faces were fierce, veins bulging as they exerted all their might to withstand Tathāgata’s divine palm.

"Tathāgata, you old fart! Is that all you’ve got? Compared to your former self, you’re nothing but trash, like excrement!"

Sun Wukong bellowed, his excitement undeniable even though he was suffering, because this encounter with Tathāgata was nothing like the one during his Havoc in Heaven.

Compared to the divine palm of Tathāgata then, this giant golden hand was as weak as cotton. How could he not be thrilled?

Luo Shixin, on the other hand, silently lamented. My brother, why the heck are you shouting? We can’t even withstand this one palm.

Luo Shixin, as the ancestor of the Qilin, was incredibly proud, but he would never shout and attract hatred like Sun Wukong – that would be foolish.

Soon, the two landed on top of the God Temple, causing palaces to collapse one after another in a spectacular scene. Finally, the giant golden hand stopped and then dissolved into dust.

The God Temple castle had already collapsed by one-tenth, and from the outside, it looked deformed.

This sight almost brought the people of the God Temple to tears.

Their faith collapsed just like that.

At this moment, they also realized that the God Temple was not as invincible as they had imagined.

A single battle had nearly led to the fall of the God Temple, shaking their hearts deeply.

Looking again at Qin Jun, clad in white, his clothes fluttering as he hovered in the void, the indifference and confidence in his brows made him shine with radiance.

Sun Wukong and Luo Shixin quickly leapt up from the rubble, and at that moment, the golden bell covering the Torch Dragon began to rise, looking to fly into the rift in Cangqiong.

"Stop it!"

Qin Jun immediately shouted. A mere split body trying to snatch the Torch Dragon from their grasp?

Did Tathāgata really think he was invincible?

Sun Wukong and Luo Shixin immediately charged forward. Luo Shixin, with brute force, landed on the golden bell, pushing it downwards, while Sun Wukong blocked beneath the rift in Cangqiong, lifting his head and roaring, "Tathāgata, you old fart, so you sent just a split body to try and steal the Torch Dragon?"

Split body?

Zun Rudao, Black Butterfly Fairy, and everyone in the God Temple were instantly petrified.

Even the North Lion King, Demon King of Bull, and their demon soldiers were dumbstruck. A mere split body was this strong?

How powerful would the original body be?

Luo Shixin exerted all his strength and pressed the golden bell downwards.

"You again, Holy Emperor of Qin, why do I encounter you everywhere I go?" Tathāgata’s voice resounded once more, his tone aloof, baffling others with his thoughts.

He directly ignored Sun Wukong, nearly driving Sun Wukong to an explosion of rage.

Both the North Lion King and Zun Rudao, the leaders of their respective forces, were also ignored, leaving their hearts filled with complex emotions.

After all, the Western Regions were insignificant compared to the might of the Demon Emperor and God Temple.

Now, two individuals from less significant places had begun to confront each other, leaving them out in the cold.

"Are you surprised?" Qin Jun answered with evident interest. He was already at odds with Tathāgata, so he showed no mercy.

How exciting it would be if one day he could summon Tathāgata, and the system would subtly alter Tathāgata’s mind, leading him to defect! But the precondition was that Qin Jun had to be strong enough. He realized that the stronger he became, the more the system could alter the God and Demon, with most summoned God and Demon holding loyalty around ninety, and some even presenting full loyalty right from the start.

"Holy Emperor, let Tathāgata have the Torch Dragon. The past grudges between the Western Regions and the Great Qin heavenly court can be forgiven and forgotten," Tathāgata continued in a somber voice, yet he never showed himself.

If one were outside the divine realm, they would witness a thousand-zhang tall golden Buddha floating in the sky, radiating dazzling light and emanating benevolence, appearing divine when looking up from the mountains and forests.

A team of monks adventuring by chance witnessed the golden body of Tathāgata and were nearly scared out of their wits.

"What is that?"

"The Buddha has revealed himself!"

"Is there truly a Buddha in this world?"

"Buddhist practitioners are rare, and now a true Buddha appears, the world will be in chaos!"

"Could this be but an illusion?"

In this realm, monks were extremely rare. There had been Buddhas in the past, but it was said that the immortals and gods were dissatisfied and banished the Buddhas beyond the heavens, abandoning all Buddhist teachings and scriptures. What remained was only the ancients’ reverie, not the true Buddhist doctrine.

Thus, the sight of Tathāgata’s golden body standing in the void stunned the monks.

"Forgive and forget?" Qin Jun laughed, as if he were afraid of you.

Qin Jun was well aware of how formidable the Torch Dragon was. Should Tathāgata acquire the Torch Dragon and allow the Western Regions’ strength to soar, the region right next to the Southern Domain would be a concern, and Qin Jun was well aware of Tathāgata’s ambitions.

Meanwhile, Luo Shixin let out an angry shout, his left fist ignited with black flames and he pounded down hard. This punch was clearly exceptional, and it began to shatter the golden bell. Seeing that it was effective, Luo Shixin started to punch frenziedly.

The golden bell was breaking more and more severely, while Sun Wukong, gripping his golden cudgel, looked up at the cracks in the Cangqiong with tension and excitement. From his vantage point, he could clearly see Tathāgata’s face through the cracks, a visage of gold that was supremely solemn - but to Sun Wukong, utterly despicable.

"Double-pupil Bird! Drive him away for me!"

All of a sudden, Qin Jun commanded, and the Double-pupil Bird on his shoulder spread its wings and surged upwards like a rocket, its speed making everyone’s eyes blur.

"That chicken!"

An elder of the God Temple exclaimed in fright, never expecting the chicken on Qin Jun’s shoulder to be more than a pet.

An astonished light flickered in the eyes of the Black Butterfly Fairy, while Zun Rudao remained silent as before.

The Double-pupil Bird sped past Sun Wukong, leaving him agape. Was this chicken really that extraordinary?

As the Double-pupil Bird shot into the Cangqiong rift, Tathāgata furrowed his brows and instinctively raised his palm to block.

With a thud! The Double-pupil Bird sliced through Tathāgata’s palm like a sharp blade, blood splattering.

Sun Wukong was dumbfounded, Tathāgata was moved, and Zun Rudao along with the higher-ups of the God Temple stood rooted like petrified chickens.