"A myriad years wasted, only today do I understand what the Great Dao truly is."
Amitabha Buddha’s expression carried a hint of melancholy.
He finally knew his path, and felt regret for the wasted years of the past.
The profoundness of the Mahayana Buddhist Technique, whether its teachings or true essence, far exceeded the Buddhist Technique he practiced.
If he had known of this technique earlier, if he had heeded Yan’s advice, if he...
"Too late."
Amitabha Buddha sighed abruptly, and his expression grew even more melancholic.
If it were the past, he would have had a chance to relearn, but now...
The battle for the future is approaching; this is his last life, and he no longer has time.
What is the greatest regret in the world?
For Amitabha Buddha, it is seeing the true essence of the Great Dao, yet being forever unable to reach it.
"The sea of suffering is boundless; turning back is enlightenment."
Su Changqing seemed to understand what Amitabha Buddha was thinking and sighed lightly.
"Amitabha Buddha, since you know you’re wrong, you should turn back."
Xianxian observed and spoke with a complex expression: "If Yan knew, he would be happy for you."
"Haha."
Upon hearing this, Amitabha Buddha shook his head and chuckled, "If I had known the Mahayana Buddhist Technique existed, I would have re-learned without hesitation."
"To see the end of the Buddha, to witness Buddhism’s prosperity."
"But now... I can no longer turn back."
Amitabha Buddha looked toward the vast Buddha Country in the Western Region, at the steadily solidifying imperial path, and spoke softly,
"Since it was a mistake, let it be a complete mistake."
"With the dedication of my life, even a glance at the Great Dao would suffice."
Xianxian and Juexian’s expressions changed upon hearing this.
They understood that from today onward, the world would face a formidable enemy no less than a demon.
Amitabha Buddha!
Amitabha Buddha, who had accumulated countless years, whose power was unknown to anyone.
Once he resolved to establish Buddha Country, no one could stand against him except the entity known as ’Gu’.
"Although I have no hope of relearning, I’m grateful to you for letting me understand the true essence of the Buddhist path."
Amitabha Buddha looked at Su Changqing and spoke contemplatively:
"The karmic ties on you are heavy, and you carry an enormous future responsibility."
"I cannot change your future, today’s karma..."
Amitabha Buddha enveloped his fingers in Buddhist light and tapped Su Changqing’s brow.
"You’ve passed me the Buddhist path; I shall bestow upon you the strongest Secret Technique of the Buddhist sect."
Boom!
The endless profound truths of the Buddhist sect exploded within Su Changqing’s sea of consciousness.
A scripture of unmatched complexity transformed into strange mystical runes, forming five golden words.
"Transform freely in heavens..."
Su Changqing murmured, his eyes filled with boundless shock.
The profundity of this technique was something even he could not comprehend instantly.
But it was certain that this path’s might rivaled even the legacy of ’Gu’!
It was even more formidable!
"Transform freely in heavens, able to manifest as past, future, and present, embodying three lives in one."
Amitabha Buddha spoke with a smile: "The reason I could disassemble and scatter the way for countless years and still awaken is because of this technique."
"Celestial Buddha represents my present self, while Amitabha Buddha is the past."
"With Celestial Buddha as a spacetime anchor point, borrowing the Secret Technique of the Buddhist sect, I can return to the present."
Su Changqing’s eyes showed astonishment upon hearing these words.
Can one’s past and future self manifest?
This technique not only involves the Great Dao of spacetime but also comprehends reincarnation techniques, very intricate indeed.
More importantly!
"Can I... use this technique to know my past and seek my future?"
This thought brightened Su Changqing’s eyes suddenly.
But at this moment, Amitabha Buddha seemed to see through Su Changqing’s thoughts and shook his head:
"You can only use half of this technique."
"Why?" Su Changqing asked, puzzled.
"Because... you have no past."
Amitabha Buddha’s eyes showed pity, as if he saw something beyond the river of time.
Su Changqing fell silent, his eyes even showing spots of confusion.
What does having no past mean?
He initially believed he was a celestial healer, then felt he was Yan reincarnated.
But now... Amitabha Buddha says he has no past.
Then how did he come into this world?
For some reason, Su Changqing suddenly recalled the words spoken by Daoist Venerable.
"He is you, but you are not him..."
Su Changqing furrowed his brows and murmured, "Who am I exactly?"
"Is identity that important?"
Amitabha Buddha replied with a smile: "Maybe, when you don’t know who you are, that’s the real you."
Su Changqing heard this and was stunned, feeling as if he understood something.
"You pass me the path, I pass you the technique; the karma is severed today."
Amitabha Buddha looked at Su Changqing, folded his hands and recited a Buddhist invocation,
"From now on, you and I are enemies, not friends. The next time we meet, let our actions speak for us."
With these words, he slowly turned around, looking at the numerous Buddhist practitioners on Spirit Mountain and in the Western Region.
At this moment, the Buddhas, when looking at Amitabha Buddha, had a slightly different gaze.
From utmost reverence initially to subtle doubt now.
The discourse between Small Vehicle Buddhism and Mahayana Buddhism might not influence others much.
But for these Buddhist practitioners, it was as if a new world had opened.
Indeed, Buddhism could be practiced this way.
"The Great Dao is not on Spirit Mountain; it’s beneath your feet."
Amitabha Buddha’s vast voice rang out, "Those who wish to practice Mahayana Buddhism may proceed on their own."
"The Small Vehicle path..."
He paused briefly, then his voice resounded with unwavering determination,
"I alone suffice!"
With these words, the endless Buddhist light of the Western Region surged into Amitabha Buddha’s body like swallows returning to their nest.
His whole being radiated light, taking a step forward and disappearing without a trace.
On Spirit Mountain, countless Buddhist practitioners looked as if children leaving home, their expressions showing disorientation.
The departure of the Buddha left them lost, uncertain of their future direction.
Only a few enlightened monks recited the Buddhist invocation, step by step heading towards the golden sands of the Western Region.