Chapter 234 - 227: The Battle Between Buddha and Demon is No Trivial Matter
Talking about the Nether River, he had used the self-destruction of the Blood God Child as the cost to drive the Victorious Fighting Buddha into a desperate situation, but at this moment, he truly understood his own heart.
Once the Great Nirvana Technique had been deployed, it was surprisingly comparable to the Seven-Colored Undying Phoenix. The sky was filled with seven-colored flames, which no one dared to touch, for these were the fiercest flames in the world. Once touched, one would burn until death ensued! This was the Nirvana Fire, where one would either achieve Nirvana through the flames, or be destroyed by them.
"The Victorious Fighting Buddha attains Nirvana, Buddha is merciful," Kong Xuan and the Ksitigarbha King said together, speaking slowly.
The Nether River withdrew the incarnation of the Blood God Child, looking at the surging mass of seven-colored flames before him. The flames were too fierce, making it difficult to see clearly inside, and he dared not use his Dharma Eye, fearing that the flames would injure his Primordial Spirit Thoughts.
Yuan Hong sighed, "The Great Nirvana Technique, the unique skill of the Seven-Colored Undying Phoenix, is only used at the brink of death."
Wukong tumbled within the seven-colored flames; he had been severely injured by that explosion. Suddenly, he had an epiphany: to not sever his obsessions but rather, to follow his innermost heart, deploying the Great Nirvana Technique to be reborn from the ashes! With many paths existing in the world, why must he necessarily sever his own obsessions? What if he chose to retain them? This was his own path, and if he was not steadfast in it, how could he continue on?
"The Seven-Colored Divine Fire, Buddha attains Nirvana."
Wukong adhered to his innermost heart—capable of severing obsessions, yet choosing not to, because he could not bear to let them go.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the seven-colored flames suddenly exploded, like fireworks filling the sky, brilliantly illuminating the entire Western Land.
A dark golden staff emerged from the flames, rising high, and a great Buddha emerged from within it; beside this great Buddha was none other than Wukong himself.