NOVEL NEXT Chapter 225
"Reincarnation… I had only heard of ancient geniuses in the Nine Provinces attempting such a feat to break through their limits. It was said to be merely a legend, yet today, I witness it firsthand!" exclaimed the Old Celestial Master, his eyes filled with awe.
Among the Land Immortals present, he was one of the most experienced and knowledgeable.
He knew of past attempts, like those of the Founder of Dragon Tiger Mountain, who had tried reincarnation but failed. The martial spirit had dispersed, lost to the world.
Reincarnation was not immediate; the true spirit drifted through the world, enduring endless solitude until a chance allowed it to be reborn. Otherwise, it would eventually fade away.
Only those with immense willpower and determination should attempt it, as the consequences could be dire.
The gathered martial artists finally pieced together the story, their expressions stunned.
For many, this was their first time hearing of reincarnation—a concept so fantastical it seemed like myth.
Dugu Jian stared intently at Bodhidharma, this legendary figure before him.
He understood why Bodhidharma had remained hidden for so long.
Firstly, he likely wished to focus solely on cultivation, hoping to break through martial limits without distraction. After all, someone with the willpower to attempt reincarnation would have few desires left.
Secondly, revealing himself as the reincarnation of Shakyamuni Buddha would bring endless trouble and danger.
Thus, even when Shaolin faced destruction, Bodhidharma remained in seclusion.
But now, with Buddhism on the brink of collapse, he could no longer stand by and watch its extinction.
"World Honored One, please save us!" cried the Buddhas, looking at Bodhidharma like children seeking comfort from a parent.
Emperor Treading Peak lay in ruins. The blood of fallen Buddhas had yet to dry, and their hearts were heavy with sorrow as they chanted softly.
Bodhidharma lowered his gaze, murmuring a Buddhist mantra.
Turning to the Daoist Realms, his eyes held the weight of countless lifetimes and endless reincarnations. Even the Land Immortals felt a shiver under his gaze. Addressing the Old Celestial Master, he spoke calmly:
"The conflict between Daoism and Buddhism is meaningless. Why persist?"
Though his tone was gentle, the pressure was palpable.
Faced with such a peerless figure, the Daoist Realms showed respect. The Old Celestial Master replied solemnly:
"May I ask, if Daoism were in this position today, would you intervene?"
Bodhidharma shook his head.
"I am a Buddha, not a Daoist."
His stance was clear.
No matter how powerful he was, he had his loyalties. If Daoism were in peril, he would not risk himself to intervene.
The Daoist Realms paused but quickly steeled themselves. The Old Celestial Master took a deep breath and declared:
"In that case, there is nothing more to say!"
Though Bodhidharma was formidable, they were not cowed!
With Ning Changge's Spirit Swords and Spirit Furnace at their side, they were ready to fight to the end if necessary.
Battle intent surged among them.
Bodhidharma's appearance added uncertainty to the situation, but the Daoists stood unafraid!
The Buddhas rose to stand beside Bodhidharma, their eyes filled with anger and determination.
Bodhidharma remained silent, his gaze complex.
Perhaps he understood that this was no longer about right or wrong but differing stances.
His eyes lingered on the Five Elements Spirit Swords and Mountain and River Spirit-Gathering Furnace, filled with complexity and awe.
He had heard of the events at Zhang Sanfeng's centenary celebration and felt a deeper connection to the Immortal Dao than most. After all, in his past life as Shakyamuni Buddha, he possessed a spiritual constitution. In this life as Bodhidharma, he was ordinary but carried the legacy of his past life and extended his lifespan through secret techniques.
He hadn't expected that upon emerging from seclusion, someone had already embarked on a new path—and that someone was an eleven-year-old child!
Bodhidharma wondered if this Little Immortal was also a reincarnation—perhaps an old friend or even an ancient monster from long ago.
In the vast history of the Nine Provinces, countless geniuses had existed. Though reincarnation was rare, given enough attempts, some were bound to succeed.
"You should leave," Bodhidharma said softly. "I will visit Wudang another day to witness his Immortal Dao."
His words sent shockwaves through everyone present. Hearts raced at the thought of such a meeting.
On one side stood Bodhidharma—reincarnation of Shakyamuni Buddha and founder of Shaolin. On the other was Ning Changge—the Little Immortal who had recently defeated the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai.
The clash between these two would surely shake the Nine Provinces!
Dugu Jian swallowed hard. Though proud, he had to admit that Bodhidharma surpassed him—even more so than Dugu Qiubai had.
The legends of Shakyamuni were known to all Nine Provinces' powerhouses.
Bodhidharma's calm gaze weighed heavily on the Daoist Realms like a mountain.
At that moment…
A trembling voice broke the silence:
"If you wish to see my junior brother's Immortal Dao, why wait? Witness it today!"
All eyes turned toward Song Yuanqiao, who shakily pulled out the final pouch from his robes. Despite being only at the Heaven-Man realm, he stood firm under Bodhidharma's gaze—a testament to his resolve.
Taking a deep breath, he continued:
"Before I came here, my junior brother told me that if we encountered an unbeatable Buddha… I should open this third pouch. It seems that refers to you."
His words sent ripples of shock through everyone present!
Bodhidharma's eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered:
"Did this Little Immortal know I would come?"