Chapter 768: The Lower Xing Tian
An hour passed swiftly.
The army continued to advance into the interior of the Western Region. The legion led by Qin Jun, with soldiers generally above the Transforming Void Realm in cultivation, could travel from the Southern Domain in just one day. Although the journey from the border of the Western Region to Leiyin Buddha Temple would also not take too long, constant warfare along the way was bound to cause delays.
Meanwhile, at Leiyin Buddha Temple.
Below the temple, the towering peak reaching into the clouds was named Spirit Mountain by the Tathāgata. At the base of the mountain, the figures of Buddhist disciples were scattered about, sitting cross-legged on the ground in circular formations. A sweeping glance revealed that there were at least several hundred thousand of them, chanting scriptures in unison, an incredibly spectacular sight.
Suspended above Leiyin Buddha Temple was a Golden Buddha, none other than Tathāgata himself, whose frame was larger than the entirety of Leiyin Buddha Temple, and whose chanting was the loudest.
The atmosphere was solemn, filled with a sense of tension that preceded battle.
Tathāgata’s eyes remained closed, his face serious, evoking reverence in the hearts of those who saw him.
Boom!
At that moment, the ground in front of Leiyin Buddha Temple suddenly split open, and a man in black, carrying Sun Wukong, burst forth from the earth. Sun Wukong was covered in blood, collapsed on the ground gasping for breath, without the strength to even stand.
The hundreds of thousands of disciples, not hearing Tathāgata continue his chanting, involuntarily looked up towards Spirit Mountain. Tathāgata also opened his eyes and frowned, murmuring, "So grievously wounded, could it have been Hou Yi’s doing?"
"No, it was Xiang Yu," the man in black spoke, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a scar across his cheek, ordinary-looking, the kind who would be impossible to find once lost in a crowd.