Ye Fan's golden divine will was like a blade as it cut open the firmament. This was a domain belonging to the spirit and divine will. It was an illusory world, and what one could sense might not be real. It was forged from the incomplete imprints of the predecessors.
The dignified voice disappeared and the world became much clearer. The arhats from all directions were astonished and all looked over.
Ye Fan didn't stop. The golden arhats he saw were imprints from thousands or tens of thousands of years ago. It wasn't a clear divine will, so it was difficult to communicate on a deep level.
This was like a dilapidated world. There were divine monks gathered in front of some of the Great Buddha's imprints, but the even vaster areas were desolate.
Of course, not every place was unobstructed.
Some ancient temples and holy temples shone brilliantly and illuminated the entire universe. They tore through the clouds and stood on the most majestic mountains. These kinds of places were difficult to enter because there were relatively undamaged imprints of true Buddhas.
Ye Fan could only take a detour in some forbidden areas.
The Buddhist chants were like thunder on the holy mountain. The great temple was grand and shone with boundless Buddhist light. He could clearly see a few ancient Buddhas sitting cross-legged as if they were preaching the Dao across time and space.
"Buddhism is truly unfathomable. The predecessors created a spiritual domain. Those who have severed the Dao can enter a deep level of meditation and comprehend the Dao in hopes of attaining the Bodhisattva realm in the future."
It was rumored that this spiritual domain radiated outwards from the boundless mental power of Mount Meru.
The power of faith in Lantuo Temple was much inferior to that of Mount Meru. They couldn't be mentioned in the same breath.
If he was at Mount Meru, his true body might enter a strange domain world and something even more wondrous would happen.
That was because there was a place on Mount Meru where the spiritual domain could materialize and allow one's true body to enter. It was like the divine realm.
But now, he was at Lantuo Temple. What he saw and felt couldn't be considered clear. Many places were quite blurry and couldn't be mentioned in the same breath as before.
Ye Fan made a detour around the vast ancient battlefield and walked through the boundless land. He didn't see An Miaoyi's figure at all and didn't know where she was.
When he entered the depths of this domain, there were golden lotuses everywhere. The dao marks interweaved like strands and made it difficult to walk.
"This is …"
He finally sensed something. He saw a small stone nunnery that rested beside a spiritual lake. The golden lake water was like molten gold. This was pure spiritual energy, one of the origins of this wondrous paradise.
There were traces left behind by An Miaoyi here. There was a bluestone in the shape of a cow, and her imprint was carved on it. She had comprehended the dao here before.
"Eight Annihilation Scripture?" Ye Fan muttered to himself and furrowed his brows. This was a scripture that would sever the mortal world. Although he had never read it, he had heard of it before.
In the scripture, it was said that if a sentient being prayed too much to the Eight Annihilations Bodhisattva, they would be separated from their emotions.
Ye Fan continued forward. Not long after, he came across another ancient temple. There were traces of An Miaoyi's Dao. She had once cultivated the Divine Glazed Dharma Body here, removing the Delirium of Thoughts and Severing Delirium. She had also returned to the world.
In the boundless universe, the world of mortals was illusory, impure, and filthy. The Immortal Platform was bright and clear like colored glass, and it could dissolve the various thoughts in one's heart. There was also the 'White Bone Platform'.
This was a method to separate from the mortal world, to return to the world of mortals. It was a method that allowed one to sever all desires and thoughts, transcending the great world.
Ye Fan was worried. After cultivating this type of method, one would truly be separated from the mortal world, breaking free from it. However, would one succeed?
Those who could truly reach this step were only the immortals of the Nine Heavens. How could humans reach this step? It was just too transcendent.
The buddhists cultivated the afterlife. Was it right or wrong? He didn't know. If he did this, then no matter how he looked at it, this world would be like an empty expanse, an illusion.
"Miaoyi …"
Ye Fan searched for her traces. He called out loudly, but he couldn't find her. He passed through the Land of Bodhi, and then rushed into the Ancient Buddha Nirvana Valley. He completely lost track of her.
Ye Fan chanted his own scripture, calling out to her divine will. He wanted to communicate with her spiritually and bring her back.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of ocean waves. He walked past an ancient ruin, and a precipice blocked his way. A silver sea overflowed into the heavens.
A stone vein stretched across, blocking the mysterious silver sea. He vaguely saw a beautiful figure. Her clothes fluttered about as she leapt over.
"Past Sea!"
Ye Fan hurriedly rushed over. There were these three large words on the cliff, clearly writing the name of the silver sea. It stretched as far as the eye could see, so how could there be a beautiful figure?
"I clearly saw it. That should be an imprint left behind a long time ago. She leapt in from here …"
Ye Fan said to himself. He wanted to enter the sea, but he felt a great sense of danger. It was incompatible with his dao.
"I don't believe in the past, and I don't cultivate the afterlife. I only believe that I can live eternally if I am unmatched in this world. This sea is known as the 'past', and I have no way of entering it. It clashes with my dao."
He stood on the precipice and frowned. Then, he suddenly released a long roar and took large steps forward. "I firmly believe in my own dao. What past sea? Everything is just an illusion. I will sweep through this world and be unmatched. I will fight my way into the past. Then, beneath my feet will be the undying path of the present world."
For the sake of finding An Miaoyi, Ye Fan didn't care about the danger. He leapt into the sea and smashed out with his fist. The heavens collapsed and the earth split apart. This silver divine sea even evaporated a region. It couldn't stop him.
Within a range of ten zhang, nothing could approach him. Buddha light shone everywhere, and he was unaffected. The golden lotus bloomed and countless traces of dao couldn't cut off his path.
Honglonglong!
Great silver waves overflowed into the heavens. The golden lotus took root in the void and was about to drown him. However, he blasted out golden light that filled the sky and swept away everything in his way.
"The immortal path is before me, and I will climb it myself. The path of the buddha will be walked by the buddha, and my path will be walked by myself. There is no need for others to guide me." Heavenly sounds were released from his mouth, scattering all types of traces of dao. He didn't change his path and advanced courageously.
He firmly believed that as long as he was unmatched, he could break through anything. He was in control of everything and didn't need to rely on the illusory future. He even more so didn't need to hesitate in the past.
"Open for me!"
Ye Fan's entire body overflowed with golden light. He was like a golden sun that illuminated the path ahead. Every movement he made casually scattered about, blasting the silver sea apart. It was earth-shattering.
He searched through this silver divine sea, sweeping through everything before him. He was so shocked that even a few golden arhats looked over, feeling astonished.
"Who is this person? He dares to cross so forcefully. He didn't use the sea of the past to purify himself, but instead shattered everything …"
Ye Fan rushed into the depths and searched in every possible way, but in the end, it was to no avail. He couldn't see a trace of hope, and he had no idea where An Miaoyi leapt to.
In the end, he opened up a path, smashing through the silver sea of the past and crossing over.
He stood on the cliff and didn't say anything for a long time. Everyone had their own different dao. He wanted to call out to An Miaoyi, but there was no result. He also had no way of changing An Miaoyi's path and bringing her out.
After a long sigh, Ye Fan had stayed in this spiritual domain long enough. He could only helplessly withdraw.
Inside the Lantuo Temple, a powerful aura surged. His soul returned to his body and his vitality was restored. This shocked a few old monks.
An outsider truly entered the Bodhisattva Realm and then calmly left. This wasn't a common occurrence since ancient times.
"Benefactor has fate with the buddha. Are you willing to enter my Lantuo Temple? If so, you will definitely become an ancient buddha in the future. Who knows, you might even become a buddha, "said Ku Ci.
Ye Fan was speechless. It was impossible for the people of the Lantuo Temple to bring him into the buddhist path. How could he agree to this?
"Great master, has Miaoyi ever woken up?"
Within the nine-storied stone pagoda, the aura of that elegant figure was becoming increasingly weak. That bean-sized lamp flame was about to be extinguished. The person, the lamp, and the stone buddha were all incomparably dim.
It was as if a gust of wind would blow past and everything would come to an end.
"Miaoyi … wake up." Ye Fan called out. This made people worried. She had been in isolation for so long and still hadn't woken up. This might be because the divine general had died, leaving only his physical body in the mortal world.
"This … is truly dangerous. The past holy monks and ancient buddhas all looked like this when they passed away." Ku Ci frowned.
An Miaoyi was in isolation, her soul entering the Bodhisattva Realm. It was unknown what she encountered, but it was actually difficult for her to wake up again.
"Miaoyi … wake up!" Ye Fan chanted scriptures, wanting to bring her back and awaken her potential. He wanted to use her physical body as a magical artifact to collect her soul.
However, another half a month passed. An Miaoyi's body even became a bit cold. Her soul had been separated from her physical body for too long, and her vitality had returned to quietness.
It wasn't that her physical body was about to die, but rather that it was too dangerous. Her physical body's potential believed that her primordial spirit had withered and couldn't be returned, so she began to protect herself.
The human body was a treasure. Even if the deity died, the body could still exist for a long time. Right now, this seemed to be reflected.
"Is she really going to pass away just like this?" Ye Fan's voice was trembling. He clenched his fists tightly. He wanted to enter the Bodhisattva Realm again.
However, the result was disappointing. He entered and exited seven times, but there was still no result.
"Miaoyi, don't die …" Ye Fan's heart was anxious, and his emotions were fluctuating intensely. Was the separation fourteen years ago an eternal one?
"Soul, return!" He sat cross-legged in the stone pagoda and called out with his heart, wanting to guide a lost soul back.
Ku Ci chanted buddhist mantras, chanting scriptures continuously. At this moment, it was already very clear that, just like the past holy monks, An Miaoyi had passed away in meditation, and it would be difficult for her to return.
"Why is it like this?" Ye Fan cried out in grief.
He stood up and entered the Bodhisattva Realm for the eighth time. This time, he advanced bravely, opening up a path along the way. He even broke through the imprints left behind by many great buddhas.
Many grand temples were stopped by him, and he roared towards the sky in search of that elegant and otherworldly woman.
In another blurry world, it was filled with mysterious buddhist light, and his brilliance illuminated the entire heaven and earth. He was like a deity standing there, overlooking everything as he roared loudly, calling out to An Miaoyi.
He was like the largest ancient buddha, roaring through the heaven and earth, erupting with unrivaled brilliance, illuminating all directions.
In the end, he returned wearily once again. Ye Fan was close to despair, and even if he was truly unrivaled, it wouldn't change anything.
Another forty-nine days passed, and the divine monk Ku Ci determined that An Miaoyi had passed away in meditation. There was no hope left.
A group of old monks chanted scriptures, sending her to paradise. They all knew that no miracles could happen, and they couldn't defy the heavens.
Ye Fan entered the Bodhisattva Realm for the ninth time, and this time, he himself almost died inside. He charged out with great difficulty and roared angrily towards the sky, powerless to reverse the situation.
"Miaoyi …" Ye Fan called out. He hugged the ice-cold body and walked out of the pagoda, full of sorrow.
"She has officially passed away in meditation. Look at the buddhist flower flying out of her head, which proves that her soul flame has been extinguished," said Ku Ci.
A sweet fragrance pervaded the air, and a large expanse of flower rain descended from the void, sprinkling over the stone pagoda. An Miaoyi's corpse had completely cooled down, and that green lamp had been extinguished.
"How could this be?" Ye Fan was in a daze. He caressed that cheek, but couldn't feel the slightest bit of warmth. Tears couldn't help but flow down.
The flower petals fell from the void, and the last bit of light was extinguished. The sweet fragrance dispersed, and An Miaoyi's expression was peaceful, as if she was in a deep sleep.
"Miaoyi … wake up." Ye Fan's tears fell.
Ku Ci retreated with the old monks. There was no other way. Even the soul flower had been extinguished, so how could she wake up?
The surroundings of the stone pagoda were quiet. Ye Fan sat alone with the ice-cold corpse in his arms. What was the point of cultivation? In the end, it had to be separated by life and death. What was the meaning of cultivating?
"Miaoyi … wake up." He called out again and again, and tears continuously flowed down.
After an unknown period of time, a weak voice rang out, "You're crying …"
The ice-cold body that was like a jade sculpture moved slightly. On this exceptional face, a pair of eyes opened with difficulty.
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