Chapter 1462 - 793: Awakening the Inner Feminine (3-in-1 Bonus)

"The decline of the Great Way is also a part of the Great Way."

As soon as the words fell, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva nodded silently, put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist hymn,

"What the benefactor said is absolutely true."

Chen Yi felt as if he had been abruptly awakened, suddenly enlightened.

Many vague understandings of the past were illuminated, from ancient times to today, countless times Heavenly Repair has occurred. But if you think about it, if the heavens could truly be repaired, why would there be such a repetitive cycle, generation after generation?

From Nuwa to today's Sword Armor, throughout these long years, the act of Heavenly Repair is likely countless, yet the heavens continue to crack—it treats the symptoms, not the cause.

It's like a giant boat constantly leaking, with each generation on board striving to bail out water and patch the leaks, yet unable to stop the fundamental decay of the vessel, or even... unable to stop the boat.

What Samantabhadra Bodhisattva revealed was the reason Gods and Buddhas could not intervene directly—

The saying goes, when the gates of the city catch fire, even the fish in the moat suffer. The common people are like the fish, and that's true, but those gates on fire are precisely the Gods and Buddhas who share the fate of the Great Way.

Chen Yi exhaled deeply, and instinctively asked,

"Then, what does the Mountain and River God... truly value in me? Why choose me?"

He couldn't believe in a favor without reason.

Especially in this grand chess game concerning the survival of heaven and earth, where even the gods and celestial beings must tread cautiously, only secretly placing pieces.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, hearing this, merely shook his head slowly,

"This, I do not know for sure; otherwise, why would I come to see you, benefactor."

Each lineage of Gods and Buddhas has different origins, holding different powers and tenets. At this crucial moment of turbulence, whom to choose, what pieces to place, each has its own considerations and calculations.

The top ten masters in the world, and even many who aspire to higher places—Martial Artists, Daoists, monks, scholars, and some seemingly ordinary but with unusual fate... all could, at any moment, enter the sight of one or even multiple existences.

Perhaps bestow a chance, or arrange a trial, or more, perhaps like what I'm doing today, personally manifest a tiny Dharma Aspect to impart enlightenment, warning, or... when at a dead end, think of the good affinity formed in the past."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva did not give a clear answer, but these words were enough for Chen Yi to understand: the tumultuous world of martial arts had already begun, and there were other players on the chessboard, as well as other pieces.

After Samantabhadra Bodhisattva finished speaking, he pondered for a moment and then said: "That was not an answer, so the benefactor can ask one more question."

No need for Samantabhadra Bodhisattva to say, Chen Yi also had the same intention.

He could only say that he wanted to ask one more question. He knew about most of what he wanted to know, and he didn't know what else to ask.

After some thought, since the business was asked, he should ask about his personal vendetta.

Chen Yi raised his eyes and asked: "The person who collaborated with the Medicine Buddha in those days, who was it?"

"Penglai Daoist."

Chen Yi's pupils shrank slightly, it really was him!

In the previous life, he had some connections with this Penglai Daoist. In those days, he was trapped by the Relic Soup, unable to find a solution, until he met Penglai Daoist at a grand Buddhist Tao gathering. The two had a pleasant conversation, and Penglai Daoist, with a seemingly casual move, changed his destiny.

Thus, he was no longer bound by the Relic Soup. In those days, he remembered it in his heart and was quite grateful, but he now thinks, as the saying goes, the gifts of destiny have already been marked with a price.

Chen Yi returned to his senses and looked at Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. The latter still maintained a low-browed posture of the Bodhisattva, but his eyes occasionally drifted over Chen Yi's body, over this heaven and earth, with great interest, while the white elephant beneath him was also restlessly moving, its trunk swinging back and forth like a child's.

He gently patted the broad neck of the white elephant, and the Six-tusked White Elephant gradually calmed down and became docile.

"Benefactor," Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's voice was rich and full, "the three questions are over, as per our previous agreement, it's my turn to say a few words. Would the benefactor be willing to listen quietly for a moment?"

Chen Yi looked up at Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. He did not have much yearning for Buddhist Law and was somewhat wary of it, but since there was an agreement, listening for a moment would do no harm.

It must be known that even the Medicine Buddha could not end him in those days.

"Bodhisattva, please speak, I am all ears and listening." A Bodhisattva was before him; his tone could not be said to be plain, even indifferent.

"Good." Samantabhadra Bodhisattva quietly chanted a Buddha's name, saying no more.

He was seen to slowly adjust his sitting posture on the elephant's back, sitting in the lotus position, and beneath him, the white elephant bent its pillar-like legs, also seemingly sitting cross-legged like a human, its long trunk naturally hanging and coiling in front.

A Bodhisattva, a white elephant, immediately began to preach.

Chen Yi initially just watched quietly, without any ripples in his heart.

It's just preaching, why fear it?

Yin Tingxue had said that the mission of a Bodhisattva is to awaken all beings, to allow those lost in the sea of suffering to gain insight, but since he was already awakened, he didn't need to take it too seriously.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva slightly opened his lips, raised his hand for a moment, and Chen Yi's Heart Lake quivered, suddenly shaking violently.

His eyes suddenly widened, the heaven and earth beneath his feet were rapidly losing color, and its foundational existence slightly wavered.

And simultaneously with Samantabhadra's chanting, countless hidden dark obsessions within heaven and earth surged into the sky, seeming provoked. Chen Yi took a deep breath, yet raised his hand to suppress them.

Let's first see what Samantabhadra intends to do.

The outlines of the distant mountains became blurred, as if seen through frosted glass. Gradually, even the near scenes began to dissolve like paint, the ground started to turn to sand, losing texture with a rustle, as if transforming into an endless desert...