Chapter 414 - 331: World-Ending Buddha, Lightning Thunderclap Eagle, Demon God Tribe

The Golden Buddha Statue was towering beyond measure, its entire body gleaming with golden light like glazed glass. The Buddha’s head was bald, with enormous earlobes.

But this Buddha was quite different from the Buddha Lin Chang’sheng envisioned, for its features were ferocious and it had six arms.

Of the six arms, one gripped a magnificent treasure—a long whip.

"Logically, all six arms should be holding divine weapons! Where are the other treasures?"

Lin Chang’sheng speculated aloud.

Except for one long whip, the other hands were empty, but at the World-Ending Buddha’s waist hung a golden gourd. Its nature was unknown.

"This guy must have been incredibly powerful when he was alive!"

That was Lin Chang’sheng’s first impression of this Golden Buddha.

"Who would’ve thought, the once glorious World-Ending Buddha actually fell here."

Sword Elder let out a long, quiet sigh.

He and the World-Ending Buddha went way back, but it had been over three thousand years—so much had changed.

Sword Elder had been suppressed in the Immortal Relic Land for three thousand years, while the World-Ending Buddha had perished here.

Clearly, there must have been someone or something here long ago that was even stronger than the World-Ending Buddha.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have fallen so easily.

"You two know each other?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked with curiosity. If Sword Elder knew this man, maybe he could learn his history.

"More than just acquainted. Back in the Immortal Realm, this guy was infamous. He didn’t care about any of the Giant Powers in the Immortal Realm. Later, all these Giant Powers banded together to hunt him down—I was part of it too. I figure in the end, a mighty one killed him, and he fell here!"

Sword Elder replied casually.

Only now did Lin Chang’sheng gain a little understanding of this Golden Buddha.

"The World-Ending Buddha? What realm was his cultivation at?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked with interest. If he didn’t even fear the Giant Powers, this was a remarkable figure indeed.

"At the time he was being hunted, he was at the Tribulation Crossing Stage. As for whether he crossed the tribulation to immortality, that, I don’t know!"

Sword Elder answered. To experts like them, three thousand years might not mean much.

But after three thousand years, things and people had all changed. The Immortal Realm most likely had transformed as well.

"If he succeeded in crossing the tribulation, wouldn’t he be an immortal?"

Lin Chang’sheng’s heart trembled.

Even in the Immortal Realm, immortals are supreme, revered by all.

They share the lifespan of heaven and earth, almost undying and indestructible.

They even wield the Power of Heaven and Earth Laws—just a thought could annihilate everything, that’s how strong they are.

If the World-Ending Buddha had succeeded in crossing his tribulation, wouldn’t this be the remains of an immortal?

Too bad Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation wasn’t enough; otherwise, if he used this body to refine a corpse puppet, it could’ve become an immortal corpse directly.

"If only the corpse refining technique could surpass its tier for corpse refining..."

Lin Chang’sheng muttered in his heart, then carefully sized up the World-Ending Buddha.

He realized this Buddha had died long ago, and this temple had likely been built for him by people from the original city.

Sadly, over the ages, the city’s people had faded away, only leaving behind the temple.

Because the temple still bore the lingering potent aura of the World-Ending Buddha, demon beasts dared not easily approach.

Thinking to this point, Lin Chang’sheng suddenly understood all of it.

"This treasure can’t be ordinary!"

Staring at the long whip in the World-Ending Buddha’s hand, Lin Chang’sheng thought to himself.

How could a treasure wielded by a Tribulation Crossing expert be just average?

"Senior, forgive my offense!"

Lin Chang’sheng bowed first, then took the long whip from the hand of the World-Ending Buddha.

Then he focused his divine thought to examine it, discovering a total of twenty-three restrictions on the weapon—just a notch below supreme treasures like the Void Divine Hall.

No time to study it deeply, Lin Chang’sheng put the whip into his storage bag, then turned his gaze to the golden gourd at the Buddha’s waist.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Lin Chang’sheng looked at the golden gourd with great curiosity.

He studied it for quite a while, but couldn’t figure it out.

So he simply sent his divine sense inside to investigate.

Upon inserting his divine sense into the golden gourd, Lin Chang’sheng discovered that the gourd was actually a treasure similar to a storage bag.

Its internal space was incredibly vast, like a small world of its own.

"There’s a span of ten thousand miles in here?"

Lin Chang’sheng extended his divine sense, finding that the inner space of the golden gourd really had a range of ten thousand miles.

"Looks like the rest of the World-Ending Buddha’s treasures are hidden somewhere in this world. I’ll have to look for them thoroughly when I get the chance!"

Lin Chang’sheng thought, then withdrew his divine sense from the Treasure Gourd Space.

"Wait, aren’t there thirty thousand Bloodthirsty Taotie? I could have them search for me!"

An idea flashed through Lin Chang’sheng’s mind—he’d toss all thirty thousand Bloodthirsty Taotie into the Treasure Gourd Space so they could explore and see if there was a grotto heaven or other fortune hidden inside.

So, acting on his thought, Lin Chang’sheng immediately put the thirty thousand Bloodthirsty Taotie into the Treasure Gourd Space.

Letting them take the hit up front meant he didn’t have to search everywhere himself.

Seeing there was nothing else worth taking, Lin Chang’sheng collected the World-Ending Buddha’s physical body as well and then departed right away.

As for "looking for missing disciples," that was just an excuse anyway.

Besides, even if there were missing disciples, they were probably already dead.

When Lin Chang’sheng rejoined Wine Sword Immortal, everyone was already hiding in a mountain cave at the foot of a mountain range, looking cautious and wary.

"What’s the situation? Any other disciples?"

Seeing Lin Chang’sheng return, Wine Sword Immortal asked at once.

Clearly, he cared deeply for these disciples.

Lin Chang’sheng shook his head, "How many disciples fell this time?"

After taking count, a total of eleven disciples had perished—five from the Golden Talisman Sect, two from Yanyue Immortal Sect, three from Celestial Sword Sect, and one from Immortal Ascension Sect.