Chapter 366: Chapter 234: Blocking the Way

Mount Ling was too far from Dongsheng Shenzhou, and it was not a territory of the Buddhist Sect; hence, for many years, none knew anything about that place.

With the Heavenly Court intentionally veiling the secrets of fate, even the Buddha could not uncover the true information.

Now, as the waters receded and the stones emerged, the deliberately buried truths leapt out from the pages, astonishing everyone at Mount Ling.

"This is bad, quickly evacuate everyone!"

This was a conspiracy, and more so, a trap—a trap capable of severely damaging the Buddhist Sect.

However, they discovered at this moment that the messages they attempted to send vanished into oblivion. Out of necessity, several Buddhas rose into the clouds and flew directly to the Great Tang Dynasty, hoping to rescue the disciples of the Buddhist Sect who were trapped within.

In front of Two Realms Mountain, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas descended upon this land, where the dazzling Buddha’s Light infected the earth as if the Buddha Kingdom had descended.

These individuals possessed vast Divine Skills and limitless mana; they were worshipped by people in the Xiniu Continent and enjoyed offerings of incense. However, at this moment, they all furrowed their brows in the face of Two Realms Mountain.

For at this moment, Two Realms Mountain was profoundly mysterious, seemingly existing between reality and illusion.

"What an impressive Two Realms Mountain! It divides the two realms, separating the heavens from the humans," exclaimed a Buddha in admiration.

They could feel that with Two Realms Mountain as the dividing line, the world seemed to be split into two, and the moment they stepped into the boundaries of Two Realms Mountain, they were instantly suppressed.

"To think that a mere Two Realms Mountain wants to drive us back, they are far too dismissive of our Buddhist Sect. Let us cross this Two Realms Mountain and take a good look," said a Buddha with a smile. Without waiting for a response, he went straight into Two Realms Mountain.

Seeing this, the others also laughed and said, "Precious Light Buddha is still so impatient."

They were Buddhas of the Buddhist Sect, worshipped by all living beings, possessing vast Divine Skills; they would hardly be frightened by a mere Two Realms Mountain.

Upon entering Two Realms Mountain, they immediately felt a tremendous force surging from all directions, a sensation like being an enemy of the world itself, with the entire heaven and earth repelling them.

"Hiss! This suppression is quite severe!" the Buddhas exclaimed.

They were revered as Buddhas, among the elite in the Three Realms; even they felt such suppression, ordinary Arhats and Bhikkhus facing this force would likely not be able to use much of their mana.

"Not only that, but the closer we get to the capital of the Great Tang Dynasty, the stronger the suppressive force seems to become. At this rate, the disciples in Chang’an might already be no different from ordinary humans," they said.

The Buddhas carefully sensed this unprecedented force, estimating the situation in Chang’an.

If this were true, it would be rather ill-omened. If they could not quickly reach Chang’an, the fate of the disciples of the Buddhist Sect there would likely be grim.

It should be known that most of the younger generation of the Buddhist Sect was there; if they were to be entirely wiped out, it would be a devastating blow for the vast Buddhist Sect.

"We cannot let them perish in the Great Tang; they are the future of the Buddhist Sect. If something goes wrong, you and I will be sinners of the Buddhist Sect," said a Buddha.

The urgency of the situation was clear to everyone. Despite the terrible suppression, they still planned to rise on clouds of mist, the fastest way to travel.

"Masters, it’s better to stay here!" Suddenly, a voice came from Two Realms Mountain, carrying a leisurely air.

"Who goes there?" Everyone immediately focused their gaze, only to see a woodcutter slowly walking down from the mountain, wearing a somewhat tattered hemp garment, straw sandals on his feet, an axe hanging at his waist, and carrying a shoulder pole, with neatly chopped firewood hanging from both ends.

His body showed not a trace of mana fluctuation; he looked entirely like an ordinary woodcutter.

However, not a single Buddha present dared to underestimate him. They possessed Heavenly Vision—within a hundred miles, the slightest movements of all living beings couldn’t escape their eyes. Yet, when this woodcutter had not yet spoken, no one could detect his presence.

How could such a man be ordinary, let alone dare to utter those words?

"Who are you?"

"I’m just a woodcutter; what title could I possibly have?" the woodcutter merely chuckled self-deprecatingly and said nothing more.

"Stop playing tricks here. Today, you must not hinder our journey to Chang’an. Otherwise, even Buddha will have eyes of Vajra wrath."

At this point, the people of the Buddhist Sect were reluctant to delay any longer. After all, every minute they delayed, the disciples heading to Chang’an faced greater danger.

Without further discussion, a few Buddhas summoned clouds beneath their feet, intending to fly eastward.

A streak of light flashed through the sky, carrying a sharp aura. In an instant, it struck the bodies of several Buddhas. With a crisp sound, an injury appeared on the proud Golden Bodies of the Buddhist Sect, with blood slowly seeping from the wound.

Everyone’s expression drastically changed. That swift strike, as fast as lightning, left these skilled members of the Buddhist Sect unable to grasp how it happened.

"I said, this path is impassable," the woodcutter’s indifferent voice echoed through the mountains.

Yet not one of the Buddhist sect’s adept dared to take this statement lightly. The strike from the axe had chilled them to the bone.

"Who on earth are you?" the injured Buddha asked again.

Because he was astonished to discover that the wounds on his body were difficult to heal, it seemed that a mysterious force was hindering his body’s recovery.

"Who I am is not important. What’s important is that you shouldn’t be here. Since the ancient times, when the Immortals and Gods made a treaty with the Human Clan, Dongsheng Shenzhou has been our land. Without our permission, no one is allowed to enter!"

The woodcutter, holding an axe, stood before the mountain like a towering peak, unscalable, and like a drawn sword with an exposed blade, daunting and fearsome to all who beheld him.

The Buddhist crowd furrowed their brows and scrutinized the woodcutter, but even now, they couldn’t determine the identity of the person before them nor understand the nature of the cultivation technique he used.

"Can he really stop all of us by himself? If we keep delaying, you and I will become sinners of the Buddhist Sect," a Buddha shouted loudly.

This was not an exaggeration. Formerly, to compete for the position of Bodhisattva, the most promising group of young disciples from Mount Ling had poured into Dongsheng Shenzhou, aspiring to transform this land into a second Earthly Buddhist Kingdom.

Now, these people were trapped in Chang’an, like birds in a cage. Moreover, the Buddhist Sect, having antagonized the Emperor through the Arhats, was in imminent danger.

If they did not rescue them, the younger generation of the Buddhist Sect would face extinction.

"Such a ruthless heart!" someone muttered to himself.

They had realized that this was the Supreme of the Heavenly Court’s scheme—to cripple the Buddhist Sect’s thriving momentum and talent in one fell swoop.

Even the revolt in Heavenly Court was deliberately instigated by him, designed to ensnare the Buddhist Sect completely.

However, it was already too late to discuss these matters now; the great mistake had been made, and the only course of action left was to minimize the losses.