Chapter 611: Chapter 610: Restoring the Physical Body in the Small World with a Drop of Blood [Part 1]

Tathagata Buddha was staring incredulously at Confucius for a long moment before he spoke in a deep voice, "I originally thought Confucius hadn’t made up his mind, but it seems I was slow to realize."

He looked at Confucius coldly and said, "So, you have indeed made your decision..."

Confucius smiled and did not deny it.

Tathagata Buddha’s expression turned indifferent, "It’s truly unbelievable; Confucius, who advocates loyalty to the ruler, teachers, and parents, is actually going against the ’Heaven.’ How ironic does that sound?"

Tathagata responded with cold eyes, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

Confucius, however, didn’t mind, and said with a smile, "Compared to loyalty to the ruler, teachers, and parents, Meng Ke’s belief that the populace is paramount and the ruler is secondary has benefited me greatly."

"Furthermore..."

He paused, his lips curving into a meaningful smile, "Do you really think he can become that ’Heaven’?"

Tathagata Buddha remained silent, not entangled in this issue, but coldly said, "Seems soon, you and I will face off on the battlefield."

Confucius said calmly, "If the Buddha insists on being that person’s forerunner, then it seems we will indeed face off soon on the battlefield."

Saying this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Is the Buddha truly willing to forever be someone else’s puppet?"

Tathagata Buddha snorted coldly, "We who can attain enlightenment, are originally blessed by the Heavenly Dao; you don’t think of repaying but want to drag me into your cause?"

Confucius was taken aback, shook his head helplessly, and smiled, "I dare not, just want to remind the Buddha that the Heavenly Dao may not always remain the Heavenly Dao; the future is shrouded in mist, and that itself is proof."

"The Buddha is a wise one; you ought to understand this. My words are only to remind the Buddha not to become the one who gets reckoned with in the end."

Confucius’ tone was peaceful, his Confucian robes fluttering in the wind, his words carrying an instructive tone.

However, perhaps what he said touched upon some great terror.

As a result, thunder and lightning often flashed above his head, and below him, the river of space-time surged with violent waves.

"Then we shall gamble on this."

Tathagata Buddha said, "Let us see, in the days to come, who indeed will be reckoned with. However, I can ascertain..."

"This Heaven will not easily overturn!"

His expression was confident and radiant, his tone firm and resolute.

Seeing this, Confucius did not say more, his figure gradually hidden in the Outer Heaven Universe.

Tathagata Buddha withdrew his gaze too, once again returning to the unfathomable stance of a Buddha overlooking the sentient beings, a gleam flashed in his eyes, yet destined for no one to penetrate his inner thoughts.

Meanwhile on another side.

East Buddha stirred up a storm in the river of time, and afterward, seemed weary.

He calmed down, finally perceiving his surroundings once more, and when he confirmed that the space had lost its way upstream of time, he relaxed.

Then, ignoring the puzzled looks of various strong figures, he disappeared with the river of time above the firmament.

Thus.

Everything returned to calm.

Venerable Emperor Chong’en vanished.

Taixu Celestial Venerable too met eternal silence.

Only this turbulent conflict, full of twists and turns, spread across every corner of the Grand Thousand Upper Realm at the fastest speed, and ultimately became a long-discussed event.

"I knew the Saint would die, but I never thought a Saint would die at the hands of someone who is not a Saint..."

"That Taixu Celestial Venerable was truly the first Quasi-Saint, ancient and modern."

"Sadly, although he killed the Saint, he too reached a dead end, an era’s myth ultimately unable to escape demise."

"Back then, the Future Buddha nearly died at the hands of Taixu Celestial Venerable, and now Taixu Celestial Venerable is killed by the Future Buddha—a cycle of karma, perhaps?"

"Alas..."

All the strong figures in the world lamented.

Especially those who had contact with Lin Heng.

They witnessed this Lord of Daoism who ascended from the human world, step by step creating countless legends, believing he would be the brightest star of this era, the highest mountain and longest river before the strong figures of the era!

Who would have thought.

It all just abruptly ended.

"The tree towering above the forest will surely be toppled by the wind."

"No matter your talent, shining through the ages, in the end, those who survive may as well be the scanty, nameless ones..."

...

...

The Dao Celestial Court won a significant victory over the Celestial Dao Sacred Court.

Though not to the point of obliterating a nation.

But the Celestial Dao Sacred Court’s ascension plan was indeed interrupted.

As the Lord of the Holy Court, Nine Nether Ao was naturally so enraged that its thoughts were in disarray, but what made it feel more threatened was that Venerable Emperor Chong’en had actually died...

He was its greatest support.

It was also the foundation of its confidence to establish the Destiny Dynasty and strive for the great trend of the world.

Originally thinking.

With the protection of a Saint.

It could also become a Lord of Heaven for an era, at least dominate an Immortal Realm!

But who could have thought, before the endeavor was half-completed, the support crumbled?

This left it momentarily at a loss.

"How could a newly enlightened Saint die?"

Nine Nether Ao lamented day and night, unable to comprehend.

...

And on the other side.

Despite Daoist Celestial Court’s success in halting the adversarial Dynasty’s ascension.

Lin Heng’s death was like an impenetrable cloud of sorrow, settling upon the hearts of tens of billions of souls within the Celestial Court day after day.

Countless beings wept bitterly.

Mourning Taixu Celestial Venerable.

The believers who once ascended from the human world reminisced about the Heavenly Venerable’s various past deeds, all feeling their hearts torn, the pain unbearable.

Even Ao Bing, who had followed the elders and joined the Great Qin Celestial Court, disregarded barriers and came to the Celestial Court to bid farewell beneath the Heavenly Venerable’s statue.

The entire Celestial Court was plunged into profound mourning.

Black Bear Spirit wept constantly, nearly exhausted of tears.

Finally.

The three girls in the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, secluded, were all startled.

Upon learning of Lin Heng’s fall.

Bai Suzhen and Cyan Snake were both thunderstruck, losing their souls.

Even the young girl Ling’Er, who had little interaction with Lin Heng, inexplicably reddened her eyes, momentarily stunned.

...

...

And in an unknown timeline.

Within a small world severing all heavenly secrets.

A drop of blood essence was shimmering under the sunlight.

That is Lin Heng’s blood.

When East Buddha destroyed his flesh and Divine Soul, Lin Heng forcibly opened the world he crafted over ten years and transmitted a drop of blood essence into it.

He did not know what happened afterward.

Because when the Seven Treasures Exquisite Tower crashed down, Lin Heng’s body ceased to exist; he felt the sky turn dark, no longer a gleam in sight; felt the sky turn silent, no longer a sound in his ears.

No longer smelling the fresh scent of grass at his nose.

No longer feeling any sensation in his hands and feet.

His connection to the heavens and earth was severed, all perceptions vanished.

It seemed he had utterly perished.

But.

A Quasi-Saint bears the saintly title.

As long as a drop of blood remains, he can once again gather his true form.

And at that time.

The blood essence in the small world was bursting with vitality.