“Benefactor Ye has already acquired the essence of Alacanatha Battle Form. It seems that he accomplished much in these past few months of cultivation. Nobody should underestimate him,” a great Buddha commented as he looked at Ye Futian, who was below.
The Dharma of Alacanatha Battle Form was also known as Alacanatha Battle Form—a very powerful battle form in Buddhism. The cultivation of this battle form was extremely demanding regarding one’s state of mind. No one ever suspected that Ye Futian would fully comprehend and cultivate this technique in such a short period.
In another direction, many Buddhist cultivators looked at each other. Shenyan Arhat was among these cultivators. Not long ago, they discussed that Ye Futian had only cultivated Buddhism for months and did not stay long in the many places he visited. He would go to some ancient temple for two or three days before moving on to another one. They did not think this was the way for anyone to cultivate Buddhism properly.
But obviously, they were wrong. They had underestimated Ye Futian’s talent in Buddhism. Not only did he successfully cultivated Buddhist methods, but he had also achieved great things.
Although the Giant Spirit Buddha was not some major Buddhist figure, he was, after all, an existence in the Ninth-Realm of the Buddhist Path. Nevertheless, he was unable to break apart Ye Futian’s battle form. The gap between the two was glaring. This demonstrated that Ye Futian’s strength was so considerable that unless it were top-level Buddhist cultivators, it would not be easy to repel him.
Ye Futian opened his eyes and looked at all the Buddhas. He then walked forward with a solemn expression, hands clasped together in front of him. He maintained a grave and dignified demeanor without being the least impertinent. His lips moved slightly, and Sounds of Buddha seemed to come out of his mouth. It was rather difficult to hear what he was saying; only the lingering Sound of Buddha was audible.
He walked forward as if he intended to get to the highest point on a whim. This was to meet the greatest Buddhas of them all—the Lord of All Buddhas.
Those great Buddhas felt a sense of déjà vu when they beheld this sight. Hundreds of years ago, Donghuang the Great, like him, walked all the way up to the top and had met the Lord of All Buddhas.
Ye Futian, likewise, was also from the Divine Prefecture.
Bang! Another great Buddha stepped out at this time. This great Buddha was a Buddhist cultivator under Tianlun Vajra Buddha Lord. He had an amazing aura that gave the onlookers a sense of incredible pressure of aggression. When he was standing in front of Ye Futian, a golden Dharma appeared behind him, as a domain suddenly manifested between heaven and earth with Ye Futian in the middle of it. Hight above the sky, numerous glaring Vajra Buddhas appeared, pressing down with mighty coercion.
These glaring Vajras were fierce and frightening, with terrifying auras. The Buddha that had walked out also transformed into a Vajra Buddha himself. As he stretched out his golden right arm, suddenly, those glaring Vajras also stretched out their arms, blasting towards Ye Futian at the same time.
However, a series of ancient, golden words continued to pour out of Ye Futian’s lips, as the Sounds of Buddha lingered. That Buddhist cultivator who walked out had a look of caution on his face. This was a Buddhist spell.
Did he actually cultivate the Buddhist spell?
All around Ye Futian, powerful and domineering Vajras holding the Dharma, spewing out mantras as an unparalleled golden Light of Buddha radiated from them. When those many arms blasted down for the kill, they found they could not move him one inch.
At the same time, with the Sound of Buddha that poured out of Ye Futian’s mouth, many of those Buddha phantoms in the void began to crack, then they shattered. A Buddhist mantra in the form of runes landed on them, causing their golden body to collapse and pulverize.
Aside from those Buddha phantoms, the Buddhist cultivator that had walked out suffered, too. Countless runes of Buddhist mantra attached themselves to his golden body and erupted in golden divine light. The Light of Buddha was blinding as his golden body exploded. He let out an enraged scream, trying to escape the runes of mantra; however, the runes were endless and infinite, completely shrouding the void.
Along with those roaring sounds, the golden body shattered, and that Buddhist cultivator was knocked out. He gave a muffled groan as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His golden body was broken, and he was injured.
Ye Futian bowed his head and said nothing. He clasped his hands together in front of them and continued moving forward. When that Buddhist cultivator saw Ye Futian coming, he involuntarily backed away to let Ye Futian walk past him.
“Vajra Spell.” All the Buddhas looked at Ye Futian in amazement. In addition to the Alacanatha Battle form, Ye Futian had also cultivated the Vajra Spell—a Buddhist spell.
There were many powerful spells in Buddhism that were extremely effective. There were even spells that could transcend the dead and send them into the cycles of reincarnation. The spell Ye Futian used just now was the Vajra spell, which was a particularly domineering type of spell. It was a perfect complement with the Alacanatha Battle Form, and together, they formed a powerful and unstoppable duo. It was no wonder that the Buddhist cultivator had been unable to stop him from advancing.
It was pure coincidence when Ye Futian first cultivated this spell. He had already cultivated the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm previously, which was a rhythm technique of Buddhism. It turned out that Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm was derived from the Vajra Spell, which was also a part of the Spell itself.
With an existing foundation and an expert in the way of rhythm, Ye Futian’s cultivation of the Vajra Spell was a natural choice. He was able to take control of it quickly, and its power was indeed domineering and tyrannical.
Afterward, another Buddhist cultivator came out, still someone in the Ninth-Realm, but there was no success. He was crushed by Ye Futian, just like all the others before him. With the Vajra Spell on top of the Alacanatha Battle Form, Ye Futian was solid and unmovable. However, the others could not withstand his attacks; they couldn’t even stop his advancement, as he was still walking forward.
Seeing that Ye Futian was so impossibly dominant, some Buddhist cultivators stepped forward one after another. Some wanted to stymie Ye Futian’s forward progress, and some wanted to experience Ye Futian’s strength. But all of them, without exception, were not able to stop him.
On both sides, there was a collection of quite a few wounded cultivators. However, Ye Futian was merciful. He didn’t go overboard and hurt anyone grievously, as all of them were only slightly injured. After all, this was the Spirit Mountain of the Western Heaven, the supreme holy land of the World of Buddhism, the place where the Lord of All Buddhas once cultivated.
Soon, Ye Futian passed through the lowest layer and stepped up onto the golden sea of clouds. All around him, the auras of these Buddhist cultivators were becoming stronger, as their statuses were also elevated. Just as that great Buddha said before, all beings were equal, and there was no difference among Buddhas. However, there was a distinction between Buddhist methods.
From the highest point, those Buddha Lords watched Ye Futian making his way up towards them. Some Buddha Lords whispered, “I didn’t expect that someone from the Divine Prefecture, after having cultivated Buddhism for a few months, could reach this level of achievement. It seems that unless the direct disciples of the Buddha Lords intervene, it will be difficult to stop Benefactor Ye.”
“Could it be that the Buddhas cultivated the methods for many years and are still not as good as the few months someone spent in cultivation?” other great Buddhas looked around the crowd and questioned. This great Buddha was none other than Shenyan Buddha Lord, whose speech was as belligerent. His gaze was frightening. Zhu Hou, who was killed in Jianan City, was a disciple of his.
Of course, there were many disciples under him, and the death of one was hardly a great matter to him. As someone who was a Buddha Lord, he didn’t need to deal with the nitty-gritty of these matters. Nonetheless, it was his disciple who had died, and now the culprit had come here, crashing through the Spirit Mountain of the Western Heaven. He was certainly unhappy about this turn of events. If this man were allowed to pass through Spirit Mountain, wouldn’t it be a slap in the face for the Buddhas who were here?
All the buddhas cultivated the same methods, but Buddhism was infinite, and the way it was cultivated by each person was different as well. It was the same with figures such as the Buddha Lords; their ideals and philosophies differed depending on who they were.
Upon hearing the words of Shenyan Buddha Lord, one of his disciples immediately came forward. He was still a cultivator in the Ninth-Realm with a terrifying aura of cultivation. He stood in front of Ye Futian, opened up his heavenly eyes, and looked at Ye Futian. It was as if he could see through Ye Futian.
Ye Futian raised his head to glance at the other man and thought, A disciple of Shenyan Buddha Lord? Previously, these people had stopped him in the sacred land of the Western Heaven. If they were not on a killing hiatus because of the All Buddha’s Fest, perhaps they would be seeking revenge for Zhu Hou by now!
