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He quietly chanted and sighed, then amidst the bewilderment and astonishment of countless people—

The Porcelain Doll entered Nirvana.

That’s right.

Just silently entered Nirvana and passed away.

He withered first, then cracked, and finally disintegrated into a handful of dust and clay.

The dust and clay fell to the ground, forming a small pile, from which a small sapling sprouted.

With each blow of the wind, the sapling grew taller, stronger, with each blow, getting even taller, even stronger,

The sapling exuded a faint Buddha’s Light, and the tree’s texture flowed with an intense Buddha nature and Buddha rhythm,

Those who saw the sapling couldn’t help but have two words emerge in their minds—"Bodhi."

That was the Bodhi Tree.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

Amidst the deathly silence, gaze after gaze fell on the few who stood bewildered before the Bodhi sapling.

The Yellow Teeth Old Man’s mouth twitched:

"This is putting us on the fire to roast..."

More and more gazes fell down.

.........

"Indeed, it is to put you on the fire to roast."

Divine Realm, above the cloud sea of the Celestial Realm.

Zhang Fusheng sat solemnly at the gate of the Great Leiyin Temple, exhaling a faint breath, his form extremely dim.

The recent actions, seemingly casual, were astonishingly consuming!

Forcibly tearing away the birth cause of a Celestial Human almost exhausted Zhang Fusheng—but he had to do it.

He was ’experimenting.’

He needed to know whether the birth cause could indeed be successfully severed, in order to sever his own birth cause, to enter Nirvana, to become extinct, to transform and pass away!

Of course.

The Nirvana, extinction, and transformation, was only of his physical body, turning to dust and clay, falling to the ground,

As for his spiritual will, true spirit, and soul?

They were perfectly fine!

As for the Bodhi sapling...that was indeed a real Bodhi sapling.

Zhang Fusheng glanced aside, looking at an ancient Bodhi before the gate of the Great Leiyin Temple, the tree having no exotic manifestations, merely emanating a vast purity and tranquility, and that was enough.

It was with the Power of Touching Void that he plucked a leaf from the Bodhi Tree, then forcibly refined illusion into reality.

This nearly led him to spiritual exhaustion and death!

But ultimately, it succeeded.

It was an extraordinarily bold attempt, letting his physical self become extinct, depriving his own birth cause, then planting a Bodhi Tree,

Thus, Zhang Fusheng could go through the unavoidable fate events of [Descent] and [Forty-Nine Days under the Bodhi Tree]!

As for what to do if he failed?

No big deal.

Just altering the recent past a little and thinking of other ways.

Moreover, he succeeded.

"As for you..."

Zhang Fusheng’s will observed through the small Bodhi sapling, watching the few being gazed at by countless Celestial Humans and even Deities,

He did it intentionally.

The Yellow Teeth Old Man and the girl named Jiang Feiniao had very mysterious origins, their cause and effect obscured, unclear,

Cui Linglong was alright, but that Li Xiuyuan...

Both a Ling Mountain Remnant and bearing such a name, coupled with his peculiar constitution frequently encountering beings from the old world,

Zhang Fusheng couldn’t help but think more.

He just wanted to see what was going on with these people—now though.

"I will be making my descent in ten days, but how will I descend, and through whom will I be born?"

Zhang Fusheng mumbled to himself, his eyes exuding a deep, obscure light.

He was pondering, contemplating, considering.

Finally, he had an extremely bold and reckless idea.

"In mythological stories, Buddha was once swallowed by a peacock, then broke forth from its body, so the peacock was honored as the [Mother of Buddha]."

Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself:

"But Buddha is Buddha, and I am me—if I truly want to be a Buddha, I must first be myself, then be a Buddha."

"Naturally, I can’t fully walk the old path of Buddha."

"So..."

He coughed, then quietly stood up, quietly descended into the human layer of the Divine Realm, to the dynasty called Wa Country.

He walked to the Imperial Palace, into the grand hall named [Wa Palace], looking towards the statue of [Wa].

"Who are you?!" a Watcher reprimanded.

Zhang Fusheng ignored them, walking up to the divine statue that had been a Tributor for four thousand six hundred years, holding a Yao Cup in his hand.

He cast the Yao Cup, just as he once inquired of [Taiqing].

"Lend me your form, that I may birth my shape."

Zhang Fusheng quietly chanted, continuously casting nine Yao Cups, which turned into nine Holy Grails.

A wind blew, Wa’s statue flickered dimly and brightly.

It agreed.

Zhang Fusheng’s face broke into a radiant smile, folding his hands in prayer, bowing respectfully towards Wa’s statue.

"My Lady above."