Chapter 1260: Chapter 611: The Golden Buddha’s Illusion (Part 2)

The Grey Eagle’s neck shrank back, giving a dry chuckle while nodding repeatedly, his eyes daring not to leave the screen for even a second.

Fang Cheng walked between the two, not engaging in conversation.

The army boots underfoot snapped a section of dead branch, making a crisp "crack" sound.

His gaze scanned through the thick gray mist, surveying those distorted tree shadows like monsters.

The surroundings were eerily quiet; even the insects’ buzzing sounds had vanished completely.

Just then, Hou Peng walking on the left suddenly halted.

After his ears twitched twice, he immediately lowered his center of gravity and assumed a vigilant stance:

"Hold on, it seems there’s some movement."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng too halted, concentrating and listening closely.

The previously dead silence all around was filled only with the heavy breathing of a few people.

But after a few seconds, an extremely faint hum pierced through the dense fog, carried by the cold damp wind into the eardrums.

Initially, the sound seemed like hundreds or thousands of insects flapping their wings in the distance.

But as the cold wind intensified, it became clear and extremely rhythmic.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

An ethereal and muffled striking sound drifted vaguely from afar.

It seemed like the unique sound made by a wooden hammer striking a wooden fish in a temple.

Along with the rhythmic striking sound, the noisy hum gradually converged and unified, forming coherent syllables.

It was as if countless people were reciting sutras in unison.

Soon, Ma Donghe and Grey Eagle also heard the eerie sound.

"In this desolate mountain wilderness... where are the monks chanting?"

Ma Donghe’s eyes widened, his scalp tingling slightly.

Beep beep beep beep—

The instrument in Grey Eagle’s hand suddenly emitted a piercing continuous beep, and the fluctuation curve on the screen turned into a straight red line.

"It’s right up ahead, the energy radiation is off the charts!"

His entire body shook, raising his hand and pointing straight ahead, his voice altering with excitement.

Everyone instinctively quickened their pace, moving forward.

Whoosh—

A cold wind blew close to the ground, clearing up part of the mist in front.

As if someone pulled aside the curtain, the view suddenly became clear.

The deep forest, deadwood, and decaying leaves disappeared completely at this moment.

In their place was a vast and boundless sea of clouds, roiling endlessly.

At the very center of this sea of clouds, a magnificent temple hung suspended.

The sprawling dynasties of buildings were scattered in an orderly manner, the glazed tile roofs refracting dazzling halos, dyeing half the sky into a brilliant gold.

And atop the highest cloud platform of the temple, sat a towering Golden Buddha a hundred feet high.

The Golden Buddha’s eyes were slightly lowered, its dignified appearance overseeing everyone from above.

Clearly, the source of those abnormal sounds was none other than it.

At this moment, the grand sound of sutra chanting was as sonorous as a bell and drum, deafening.

It even carried a kind of soul-capturing magic power, incessantly drilling into one’s mind.

"Is this... the Western Paradise?"

Ma Donghe stood rooted on the spot, the dagger in his hand hanging weakly.

Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The brilliant Buddha light reflected in his pupils but failed to stir any ripples of emotion.

Those grand Buddhist sounds enough to make ordinary people fall down in worship.

In his ears, they just felt like a swarm of flies buzzing around his head, extremely noisy.

But not everyone possessed Fang Cheng’s rock-solid will.

The Mountain Cat and Bald Rat following behind were the first to succumb.

These two assassins, originally seriously injured and needing mutual support to walk, suddenly let go of each other’s hands.

Their cloudy white eyes revealed an eerie zeal and serenity, their mouths incoherently reciting sutras.

Soon, the injured thighs seemed to instantly recover, the two walking with stiff yet steady steps.

Like two marionettes who had lost their souls, they walked straight towards the golden light.

Next, Grey Eagle in front was also affected.

His eyes became unfocused, and his mouth recited a couple of sutra verses.

Suddenly, a severe tearing sensation arose in his mind, making him feel as if struck by lightning.

"Ah—"

Grey Eagle tightly hugged his head with both hands, kneeling down in pain.

Simultaneously, Mountain Cat and Bald Rat had already reached the edge of the golden light.

The two slowly raised their hands, touching the golden halo on their faces with fascination.

Their fingers silently dissolved, like snow thrown into boiling water.

Next were the wrists, forearms, torso...

No screams, no blood.

The golden light was like the most terrifying strong acid in the world, instantly evaporating them completely, leaving not even a strand of hair.

However, this horrifying scene did not awaken the others.

Ma Donghe’s tense body relaxed, his expression gradually becoming dazed.

He stumbled forward, heading toward the deadly golden light.

Hou Peng followed closely behind, similarly lost in Spirit, muttering to himself.

Fang Cheng remained where he was, motionless.

The chanting grew clearer and louder, endlessly.

Ultimately, it converged into a deep ethereal sound wave, surging one after another, impacting everyone’s mind.

Only Fang Cheng’s upright figure, like a rock amidst rapids, was unaffected.

As if noticing this singular anomaly.

The deafening chanting suddenly stopped.

Above the clouds, the hundred-foot-high Golden Buddha slowly opened its eyes.

Two blinding golden beams, like sharp swords, pierced directly at Fang Cheng.

A grand voice, like thunder from the heavens, exploded in Fang Cheng’s mind:

"Why do you not kneel before the World Honored One?"

Fang Cheng raised his head, facing the terrifying pressure that could shift mountains and overturn seas, a contemptuous cold smile appeared on his lips:

"Does a mere beast in a Buddha’s guise deserve my kneeling?"

Boom!

The sea of clouds churned, and the originally compassionate Buddha light suddenly transformed into piercing tangible killing intent.

The Golden Buddha glared angrily, a golden giant hand that covered the sky, carried the terrifying power to crush all beings, and slammed down upon Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng neither dodged nor evaded, his legs formed into a firm stance, his military boots firmly embedded half a foot deep into the mud.

Then he took a deep breath.

Within the Dantian, the mighty True Qi surged like magma, roaring through every limb and bone.

Buzz——

A purer and more ferocious golden flame than the Golden Buddha above erupted from Fang Cheng’s body.

This force contained no illusions, only the purest essence of destruction.

The golden light instantly expanded into an absolute Domain belonging to Fang Cheng.

In the surrounding dark mist, his entire being seemed to transform into a dazzling sun, forcibly resisting the descending Buddha hand.

The immense wind pressure, accompanied by golden light, pressed down, causing Fang Cheng’s bones to emit dense explosive sounds. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Fang Cheng’s Adam’s apple rolled fiercely, his chest rising high.

His Qi and blood surged wildly within, violently impacting his internal organs.

His spine shook like a dragon, muscles, fascia, and bones under high-frequency vibrations, creating a series of deep rumbles.

This sound initially resonated only within his chest, like a low growl from a tiger.

Then it quickly spread throughout his body, transforming into rolling thunder in midsummer.

Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound!

"Roar——"

A violent sound wave, like a prehistoric beast, blasted from Fang Cheng’s mouth.

Visible semi-transparent sound waves radiated from him, sweeping upwards like a hurricane.

Crack!

The golden giant hand in the air was struck by the sound wave, instantly filled with spider web-like cracks.

Soon, the cracks spread to the clouds.

Crash——

Like a massive glass shattered by a hammer.

The majestic temple, the awe-inspiring Golden Buddha, the endless Buddha light.

Under Fang Cheng’s roar infused with True Qi, they shattered inch by inch, turning into countless light spots, completely disintegrating and vanishing.

The cold, dark fog reversed back in.

"Gasp... gasp..."

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng’s legs gave way, falling into the mud, gasping heavily.

Both drenched in cold sweat, as if they’d just been fished out of the water.

Ma Donghe wiped his cold sweat messily off his face, his eyes wide as bronze bells, surveying the surroundings.

Where was the Yunding Heavenly Palace, only eerie twisted old trees and inextricable thick fog met his eyes.