Chapter 347

Chapter 347: The Stone Monkey Opens Its Eyes! The Buddha and Immortals Arrive

Zhang Yang felt a faint sense of loss.

He was unaccustomed to the feeling of being pulled forward by an invisible hand.

Although this had made his journey through the Falling Star Mountain Range smooth, filled with encounters, rewards, and awe-inspiring moments. It left him feeling as though he had missed certain life experiences and insights into humanity.

The Great Perfection, which should have been incredibly difficult to comprehend, bordering on the impossible had come to him far too easily.

Within the Falling Star Mountain Range, he first discovered that a path beyond perfection existed.

In the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, his past and present lives led him directly to seventy percent of the Great Perfection.

Later, that same Abyss triggered the dark forces beneath the Immortal Seal, pushing him to eighty percent.

Merely by thinking of the Ascending to Heaven Calamity, he had managed to transform himself into the embodiment of a calamity—succeeding effortlessly—thus understanding the concept and reaching ninety percent.

Now, through Bloodline Awakening, he had achieved the Divine Gold Holy Body, elevated himself from within, and had somehow—almost carelessly—attained the Great Perfection of Slaughter Thunder Saint Power.

“It was too easy.”

“So easy that it feels unreal. It’s as if an invisible hand is pulling me forward. I feel like a puppet. I am unsatisfied, deeply unsatisfied. I hope this is just an unusual experience brought about by seeking the Four Lamps and the Bloodline Awakening. I hope I won’t experience anything like this again. I am myself. Regardless of my past lives, regardless of who I once was, regardless of whether this is a blessing, I don’t want it. I want only what I achieve with my own efforts, my own sweat, my own hard work.”

As he whispered these words, his voice seemed to pierce through his body, echoing deep into the world of his bloodline, forming a thunderous roar.

The Four Lamps within that internal world swayed in response.

His entire being trembled, as if something had broken away from him.

At that very moment, his Divine Gold Holy Body suddenly radiated with a brilliant holy light, illuminating the mountaintop like midday becoming the only beacon of light in the pitch-black world of Eternal Night.

He felt, unmistakably, that the shackles which had bound him were now gone.

But this sensation did not originate from within him, it came from the Stone Monkey in the “Xiao” Palace within his bloodline world.

He turned his gaze inward.

The Stone Monkey opened its eyes.

In that instant, Zhang Yang felt a blinding flash. His own eyes ached fiercely, forcing him to shut them tight, as if they were being tempered by divine fire.

When he opened them again, the sensation of merging with the Stone Monkey had vanished. His spirit had withdrawn, and the “Xiao” Palace once again became shrouded in mystery. He could no longer perceive the Stone Monkey.

Yet his eyes sparkled with golden light, as though great flames burned within his pupils. They now resembled the legendary Fiery Eyes, capable of discerning truth from falsehood.

He rose and gazed at the sky.

The sky had become a deep, dark abyss chilling to the bone and utterly devoid of light.

The darkness stretched endlessly, its boundaries unseen. It felt as though the entire Falling Star Mountain Range had been swallowed by this oppressive blackness.

A cold wind blew, rustling flowers and grass alike, as if even nature were in mourning.

Thunder rumbled like a surging force of destruction, making every living being feel the looming call of death.

Yet amidst the engulfing darkness, the light atop the mountain grew ever stronger. It radiated from Zhang Yang’s Divine Gold Holy Body, shining forth with holy brilliance, enveloped in divine radiance. The mountaintop glowed, striving to pierce through the oppressive black sky.

"Eternal Night, annihilating the Great Perfection of the saintly path, suffocating the immortal way… Today, I have achieved the Great Perfection of Slaughter Thunder Saint Power, indeed supported by a force beyond my comprehension. Perhaps it is the vast will of heaven, or something else entirely. But regardless, this success signifies a breach in the rules imposed by Eternal Night. So…"

He roared at the terrifying black sky, "Are you afraid, Eternal Night? The Great Perfection has returned. The immortal path shall rise again. Eternal Night, you are destined for destruction! Come! Let me see your ugly face!"

His Fiery Eyes suddenly blazed with intense light, instantly illuminating the pitch-black sky, where not even a hand could be seen. His gaze pierced through the swirling clouds that threatened to crush him. High above, he saw it, a black shroud veiling the heavens, and within it, an eye forming, as dark and consuming as a black hole.

It was the Eye of Eternal Night, the embodiment of Eternal Night itself.

Emotionless and cold, it stared down upon Zhang Yang. It was a gaze colder than even Yaoruoxian’s detachment from life, attempting to penetrate his soul and instill terror within him.

But Zhang Yang stood unmoved.

He had already passed the first trial of the immortal path. He had attained clarity.

Now, the Great Perfection of Slaughter Thunder Saint Power had given him even greater hope, could he possibly be afraid?

And so, the eye slowly faded, replaced by an endless surge of darkness rising from the horizon. Like a tidal wave, it loomed, then crashed down like a broken dam, pouring straight toward Zhang Yang.

This was not merely an attempt to kill him, it was a wave meant to obliterate the Heavenly Reaching Mountain and annihilate everything within millions of miles.

The sight filled Yaoruoxian, Lie Qingshan, Demon Sword Yi, Tiger Howl Wind, and the others on the mountain with overwhelming dread.

It felt like the end of the world.

And yet, they were powerless.

Even the mighty Lie Qingshan, a saint, felt as insignificant as an ant before a Giant Elephant, a mere mortal before a celestial being. The disparity was unbridgeable.

If he felt this way, Zhang Yang certainly did too.

Yet Zhang Yang remained unshaken and fearless, embodying the spirit of one who viewed death as a return home.

Of course, he would not die.

For the Heavenly Reaching Mountain was shining, revealing strands of starlight.

Before, it had lit up the stars within Zhang Yang’s bloodline world. Now, it projected its power skyward—billions of beams converging into a massive river of light. It surged upward, filled with boundless brilliance, and clashed head-on with the immeasurable darkness above.

Boom!

The collision of light and dark was like the clash of two worlds.

Between heaven and earth, only that circle of light and darkness remained, spreading instantly across thousands of miles.

All those atop the Heavenly Reaching Mountain felt an overwhelming shock, followed by indescribable excitement.

The Heavenly Reaching Mountain was resisting Eternal Night!

Zhang Yang closed his eyes, sensing the transformation within the mountain.

It was a marvelous sensation, brought on by the fourth lamp illuminating the stars in his bloodline world. Through it, he had formed a subtle yet profound connection with the Heavenly Reaching Mountain.

He could control it.

High above, the tidal wave of darkness was obliterated, shattered explosively and scattered in every direction. But the darkness reformed once more, turning into legions of shadowy soldiers, a terrifying dark army rising again with overwhelming force and charging toward Zhang Yang atop the mountain.

Zhang Yang remained motionless.

Once again, it was the Heavenly Reaching Mountain that responded on its own.

Starlight shimmered across the mountain, transforming into starry swords that sliced through the sky, engulfing the dark army completely.

The light was blinding. The starry swords were unstoppable.

Even the dead and gloomy sky seemed to be pierced through entirely.

All those watching Yaoruoxian, Lie Qingshan, and the rest were overjoyed.

But Zhang Yang remained calm. He knew this was only the beginning.

He shouted,

"Supreme Emperor, come forth!"

Rumble!

The countless starry swords collapsed all at once.

From within the shattered darkness, a terrifying figure emerged—

The Supreme Emperor.

His gaze was cold and eerie, his voice icy and bone-chilling, reverberating across the heavens and earth.

"World-destroying demon, root of all chaos, I represent the will of Heaven, and I shall slay you!"

At last, he moved to strike.

Zhang Yang’s mind stirred, ready to command the Heavenly Reaching Mountain once more.

But just then, a deep voice echoed through the void:

"My head—return!"

In that instant, golden light pierced the clouds above the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.

A Buddha Immortal appeared.

He was headless.

The Headless Monk stepped across mountains and rivers to arrive. From within him flowed scriptures that no one else could understand. These scriptures stirred the starlight of the Heavenly Reaching Mountain, channeling it into his neck, where they wove together and formed a radiant Buddha’s head.

His Buddha Immortal form radiated boundless Buddhist light. Amidst the brilliance appeared countless figures, each with halos shining from behind their heads, seated upon lotus thrones.

He seemed to carry an entire Buddhist realm, and with it, he charged toward the Supreme Emperor.