The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 765: Great Prajna Sutra

Chapter 765: Chapter 765: Great Prajna Sutra

"All Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas abide in Prajna Paramita, utilizing ’nothing to attain’ as a skillful means to fulfill the ten contemplations..."

"These include the contemplations of impermanence, suffering, non-self, impurity, death, the unattractiveness of all worldly pleasures, revulsion toward food, the concept of cessation, detachment, and the contemplation of extinction, as such thoughts are ultimately unattainable..."

Tang Sanzang recited the Great Prajna Sutra as he strolled towards Sun Wukong.

This scene made many onlookers’ eyes widen in surprise, and Qin Jun was no less amazed. Sun Wukong clearly wasn’t wearing the headband, so why could he be subdued by Tang Sanzang’s recitation?

"This is truly bizarre..." Xiang Yu muttered in wonder. He suddenly realized that Tang Sanzang was not simple at all.

With the cultivation of a Mysterious Immortal from the Taiyi realm, he could actually calm down an enraged Daluo Immortal.

How extraordinary!

Sun Wukong clutched his head, his body starting to roll on the ground, but as if he had been struck dumb, he did not utter a sound.

"Wukong, wake up. Are you not unrivaled in pride, submitting to no one?"

"How can you now be lost in a demonic trance?"

"Do you want to become the laughingstock of the world, the Supreme Heaven Great Sage who can’t even overcome his own demons?"

Tang Sanzang came before Sun Wukong and sternly berated him, his upright voice filled with frustration and disappointment.

The rolling Sun Wukong suddenly stopped, springing upright like a carp leaping from the water, his right fist carrying destructive force smashed towards Tang Sanzang.

The monkey’s fist tore through the air, yet Tang Sanzang remained unshaken. In the nick of time, Sun Wukong’s fist deviated sharply, grazing past Tang Sanzang’s cheek, the force of the wind cutting a gash and drawing forth blood.

"You dare!"

Xiang Yu’s furious roar echoed from behind, followed by him leaping into the air, bringing his halberd down towards Sun Wukong.

Tang Sanzang’s gaze did not leave Sun Wukong for a moment. Sun Wukong’s eyes were still blood-red, but they now held a hint of lucidity.

His ability not to kill Tang Sanzang already illustrated that his consciousness was struggling.

Bang—

Xiang Yu’s halberd struck, sending Sun Wukong flying away. The invincible body of the Golden-Cudgel-Armed Sun Wukong was unharmed, merely sliding hundreds of meters away.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing quickly landed beside Tang Sanzang, with Zhu Bajie anxiously saying, "Master! What are you doing? Monkey Brother doesn’t have his headband, your sutras are useless!"

"Master, let’s withdraw for now and let General Xiang capture our eldest brother. We can find another way later," Sha Wujing also advised.

At this moment, Sun Wukong was completely possessed, and Tang Sanzang was unlikely to be able to persuade him.

As for this, Tang Sanzang appeared to be deaf to it, continuing to murmur the Buddhist scriptures under his breath, seeming to have fallen into his own demonic barriers.

"Roar—"

Just then, Sun Wukong threw back his head and roared, awakening like a fierce beast from the Primordial Chaos, his roar splitting ear drums and sending a chill down one’s spine.

Blood-red demonic energy spilled out again; his body suddenly inflated, reaching a height of fifty feet. The Golden Cudgel expanded to a thickness of one meter and a length of a hundred feet, held upon his shoulder, presenting an overwhelming visual impact.

"You all back off!"

Xiang Yu commanded in a deep voice. After speaking, he thrust his halberd and charged towards Sun Wukong.

In the air, Qin Jun had been closely watching Sun Wukong, not expecting him to be so frenzied. He frowned and murmured, "What exactly did Tathagata do to Sun Wukong?"

Bai Ze tried to calculate the outcome but failed to see through it. She shook her head and said, "Perhaps Tathagata fed Sun Wukong something, otherwise his strength would not have exploded like this. It’s beyond comprehension."

Fed him something?

Qin Jun’s frown deepened, and Liu Ruolai also lifted the curtains to peek outside. Her vision was filled with battling figures sprawling across the sky and covering the land. The thunderous sounds filled her ears, preventing her from hearing Qin Jun and Bai Ze’s conversation.

Boom—

E’zang smashed into the ground again, causing the surface to tremble fiercely. Kua Fu floated in mid-air, the dust smearing across his face made his scornful smile appear more domineering.

"Is that all the strength you have? Where is your arrogant momentum from when you wreaked havoc in the Great Qin heavenly court?"

Kua Fu taunted, recalling how when E’zang had tried to capture Sun Wukong, he had not yet recovered his peak God and Demon abilities and was utterly defeated.

The vicious beating E’zang endured left him feeling physically and mentally refreshed.

Revenge accomplished!

E’zang lay among the rubble, covered in blood, his ripped robe now little more than a few tattered strips barely covering his shame.

As he gazed at Kua Fu’s silhouette, terror filled his eyes and he roared inwardly without cease, "Why! Why! Why has he suddenly become so strong?"

Sun Wukong is one thing, the Ancestral Relic is freakish, benefiting from the qi movement of heaven and earth, and could not be measured by common sense.

But what gave Kua Fu the right to make such a leap in strength as well?

And the extent of his power surge even left Sun Wukong trailing in the dust.

Kua Fu would not consider his thoughts, speaking coldly, "Speak! What on earth has happened to Sun Wukong!"

The one who abducted Sun Wukong was none other than E’zang, who surely knew why Sun Wukong had turned into a demon.

Rather than killing him directly, it would be better to squeeze out all his utility value.

Without responding, E’zang placed his palms on the ground, sitting cross-legged among the rocks, and began to mutter sutras. In an instant, a Buddha light erupted, growing stronger like a sun amidst the rolling dust storm.

"Hmph! Naive!"

Kua Fu scoffed with disdain and pressed his right palm into the void. With a thunderous boom, the land for miles around erupted like a volcano, quickly submerging E’zang’s figure in the intense light.

Elsewhere, the fortress walls of the Western Regions had already been breached by the soldiers of the Great Qin Celestial Court. Corpses were falling into the river, staining its surface red.

Countless distant spectators couldn’t help but sigh.

"The Great Qin Celestial Court is too powerful!"

"Yes, the Western Regions have no capacity to resist!"

"I didn’t expect this war to be so one-sided."

"Not necessarily, the Tathāgata hasn’t made a move yet!"

"When the Holy Emperor of Qin personally leads his troops to Leiyin Buddha Temple, the Tathāgata will have no choice but to take action!"

Watching the various legions and war generals of the Great Qin Celestial Court, all cultivators felt awe.

Yang Jian, towering a hundred feet tall, stood with an imperious air and declared, "The border of the Western Regions has fallen, those who surrender will not be killed!"

Upon these words, the already terror-stricken Western Regions soldiers hurriedly prostrated themselves on the ground, crying out their wishes to surrender.

More and more soldiers of the Western Regions surrendered, but even more were willing to die on the battlefield.

The war was now drawing to a close.

Xiang Yu and Sun Wukong were still fiercely battling, both types who grew stronger as they fought. This time they met their match, engaging in a thoroughly exhilarating conflict.

At this moment, Xiang Yu was also five zhang tall, but his Domineering Star Halberd looked small compared to the Ruyi Jingu Bang, by more than one size.

They distanced themselves from the center of the battlefield. Within a ten-thousand-meter radius, nobody dared approach.

Clang—

Sun Wukong, holding his Ruyi Jingu Bang like a pillar from the heavens, smashed it down, and Xiang Yu blocked it with the Domineering Star Halberd, cracking the ground beneath him into a deep, bottomless canyon.

Xiang Yu gritted his teeth, his arms trembling ceaselessly, and his forehead dripping with cold sweat.

Sun Wukong’s strength had grown at a rate that exceeded his, and this way, he might likely be defeated.

But his pride would not allow him to call for help or to run away.

The Overlord of Western Chu was never one to shy from battle!

"Amitabha... Wukong, how should your master save you this time?" Tang Sanzang sighed.

He couldn’t help but recall the scene from a past life when he had rescued Sun Wukong from Five Finger Mountain. After breaking free, Sun Wukong had shaken the heavens, an unrivaled being.

Yet, looking at Sun Wukong now, though his cultivation was stronger, he had become a mere puppet of war, which pained Tang Sanzang deeply.