"These two people... What on earth is happening?"
The figures of Xianxian and Juexian showed shock and remained silent as they looked at the two people before them.
Back then, they witnessed the double extinction of Cang and Yan with their own eyes, with absolutely no chance of survival.
But now... the appearance of the Great Cyan Spear, and the encounter with Su Changqing.
There was an indelible, familiar presence about them.
Reincarnation? Resurrection? Or something else?
Xianxian and Juexian lingered, their eyes filled with confusion and hesitation.
"Do you think... the reincarnation of Yan... will become the son of Cang?"
Xianxian asked, hesitating to speak.
"Impossible!"
Juexian shook his head decisively, saying, "The two were as close as brothers back then, only to later become enemies."
"With Yan’s character, even if he had to give up reincarnation, he wouldn’t be Cang’s offspring."
Xianxian nodded, which was also his point of confusion.
If these two were the reincarnations of Cang and Yan, their personalities were completely different.
But if not... then how to explain Su Nan’s Great Cyan Spear and the ’Immortal Slaying Sword’ forged by Su Changqing?
Juexian and Xianxian fell into a long silence, even losing interest in the emergence of Amitabha Buddha.
At the same time.
Amidst the overwhelming Buddha light of the Western Regions, under the diffuse endless Buddha intentions, a phantom figure gradually emerged in the world.
That was an existence that seemed to be a ’Buddha’.
Peaceful, serene, compassionate, and with deep eyes that seemed to embrace all things.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Upon witnessing the phantom, Jiashe, the Celestial Buddha, and numerous Buddhist cultivators of Lingshan, along with all creatures in the Western Regions, prostrated themselves devoutly with hands folded.
The vast Buddha sound echoed throughout the world, as if the entire Western Regions had become a realm of the Buddha Country.
Aside from the vast Buddha intentions, even the laws of the Heavenly Dao were expelled.
"This..."
The strong ones from the Su and Wu families felt frightened at this moment.
In the face of this legendary existence, even if merely a shadow, it was filled with indescribable fear and oppression.
Even at this moment, Su Nan and Wu Jiuling, standing in front of everyone, wore grave expressions.
"If there is indeed a fight, take them away first." Su Nan transmitted his voice.
"You overestimate me,"
Wu Jiuling gave a bitter smile, surveying the world around, "This vast Western Region has already become a realm of the Buddha Country."
"It is equivalent to a world independent of the Cangyan Continent, with walls fortified to an alarming degree."
"With my power, I fear I cannot break through this world."
No one knew how strong Amitabha Buddha was, but merely this world alone could trap even a pinnacle quasi-emperor.
"No matter."
Su Nan glanced at the Great Cyan Spear in his hand and said calmly, "I can tear it apart!"
Hearing this, Wu Jiuling’s heart trembled as he looked at Su Nan.
Though both were quasi-emperor pinnacles, the other seemed to have reached another realm.
...
"Cangyan Continent, I have returned once more..."
In the dome above, the figure that was serenely and calmly looked toward the distant world.
His deep gaze seemed to traverse mountains and seas, crossing through time and space, comprehending the entire world in one glance.
He saw the smallness of the continent, the misery beyond the domains, and also the endless god and demons sealed by the Heavenly Dao.
"Master Yan, you always said I took the wrong path."
"But what about the outcome?"
"In the end, it was your people who destroyed this world."
Amitabha Buddha’s expression held no joy nor sadness.
Just an indescribable complexity towards this familiar yet unfamiliar world.
His plan had succeeded.
Laid out over ages, disassembled through endless years, he obtained what he wanted, a world without Cang and Yan.
In this era, he could finally fulfill his aspirations, build a Buddha Country, and surpass ancient boundaries.
But...all the life forms he was familiar with had disappeared.
That feeling of emptiness, where he looked around but found no one to confide in, left him silent.
But suddenly, his gaze shifted slightly, looking in Su Changqing’s direction.
Or, rather, at the same phantom two Spiritual Bodies behind Su Changqing.
"Long time no see."
Amitabha Buddha’s face rarely showed a smile as he looked at Juexian and Xianxian.
"Indeed, it has been a long time."
"Never thought after countless ages, you actually resurrected."
Xianxian looked at Amitabha Buddha and sighed, "Why bother, with your talent and aptitude, even re-cultivating would have been enough to be among the absolute peak."
"Why wait until today, wasting such a long time."
Amitabha Buddha shook his head, "Re-cultivating isn’t difficult, but my mind won’t change; the fact proves my way was the right one."
"Right, my foot!"
Juexian, in a bad mood, said, "Back then, Yan wanted to pass on the great path to you, but who would have thought you would dissolve it directly."
"If you hadn’t been so stubborn, just listening to the path even for a while would have prevented today’s outcome."
"Great path?" Amitabha Buddha smiled slightly and said calmly, "My path, that is the great path!"
His voice was not loud, not as if debating, more like stating a fact.
"Hah."
Hearing this, Xianxian sneered, "Look at that spear and then say again, yours is the great path!"
As he spoke, Xianxian pointed to the Great Cyan Spear in Su Nan’s hand.
Amitabha Buddha’s face remained unmoved, only casting a casual glance.
But with that glance, his heart trembled, whispering, "Cang..."
If anyone had the greatest influence on Amitabha Buddha in this world, it was undoubtedly Yan.
He was a friend and also his preacher.
And Cang, who shared the name with Yan, had an equally significant influence on him.
Because... Cang almost killed him!
After the Buddha Country’s ambition was exposed, the Great Cyan Spear almost immediately pierced through his chest.
The boundless murderous aura and the ultimate intent of slaughter, even now, he vividly remembers.
Cang’s ruthlessness, upon realizing his ambition, did not hesitate to strike.