# Chapter 1418: Divine Medicine Nirvana
"Om... Ma... Ni... Pad... Me... Hum!"
The sudden Buddhist chant caused everyone's flesh and blood to pulse, bones to hum, ears to ring, and their primordial spirits nearly rushed out from their foreheads, as grand Dao sounds resonated within their Immortal Platforms.
The four ancient characters "Great Thunderclap Monastery" were inscribed on a bronze plaque, radiating a supreme, holy, and divine majesty that could not be profaned. The bronze was mottled with rust, yet it could not conceal its ancient, majestic aura.
It carried the feeling of an ancient scroll yellowed with age, bearing the sorrow and solitude of ten thousand ages.
This was actually the Great Thunderclap Monastery! It had manifested because of the seed in Ye Fan's hand. Although it was only a phantom image, it could rival the heavens, inspiring both reverence and fear.
The majestic ancient architecture stood under the setting sun, bathed in a layer of golden radiance, appearing sacred and solemn amidst its weathered, ancient state.
It felt as if one were truly there—this was not a phantom image. It was as if they had truly arrived at Mount Sumeru, standing before the ancient temple, observing the reincarnation of all living beings and witnessing the Buddha's nirvana.
The Buddhist chant sounded only six times before falling silent, returning to tranquility. All that remained was a grand aura that made people unable to resist prostrating before the ancient temple bathed in golden sunset light.
"How strange. Where did you obtain this seed? It's related to the methods of those monks." The Golden Lion, Scorpion, and others were all uneasy.
On this ancient path, Amitabha's methods still circulated to this day. All the heroes kept their distance, unwilling to form any karmic ties with the Buddhist sect, lest the consequences be unimaginable.
"It's the seed of another Buddha," Ye Fan said.
This was the Bodhi seed he had obtained before the Great Thunderclap Monastery on the ancient Yinghuo Star. It had accompanied him for many years, providing great benefits for enlightenment in the early stages. Now, here, it had also manifested strange phenomena.
"Shakyamuni... the Golden Cicada's master?!"
Everyone drew in a breath of cold air, because in recent years they had heard the name of that young holy monk. His magical powers were heaven-reaching. He traversed the ancient paths of various races, suppressing all heroes. To this day, he had never been defeated, having fought invincibly across the world.
When the Black Bear Saint and others heard the process by which Ye Fan obtained the Bodhi seed, they were all stunned. An ancient tree had turned to flying ash, producing only this single fruit. This was clearly undergoing nirvana.
"This is the Buddhist sect's Immortal Elixir. It was once controlled by Amitabha, planted on Mount Sumeru, and later drifted to a foreign ancient star."
One of the twelve saints spoke. They all knew about the few Immortal Divine Medicines in this world. At a glance, they recognized that this seed was undoubtedly transformed from that ancient tree.
There might be millions of Bodhi trees, but the true ancestral tree—the Immortal Elixir—only existed in the Buddhist sect, with just one.
Ye Fan pondered and said, "There are too many strange aspects to this!"
This was Amitabha's Immortal Elixir. It had appeared on the ancient Yinghuo Star, was once controlled by Shakyamuni, and ultimately the entire ancient tree underwent nirvana, with Ye Fan taking the seed.
"This is an Immortal Elixir. There's no reason for Shakyamuni to abandon it!" Ye Fan was puzzled, his heart full of questions.
Could it be that Shakyamuni was truly Amitabha's demonic shell, opposing him, and thus abandoned the Bodhi ancient tree, taking a different path from orthodox Buddhism?
Or perhaps the Bodhi ancient tree underwent nirvana and could not be moved temporarily, needing to reach completion on the ancient Yinghuo Star?
Or maybe Shakyamuni opposed Amitabha the Great Emperor, causing the entire Bodhi ancient tree to undergo nirvana, dissolving all its past and being reborn as a new divine medicine?
Ye Fan's head ached as he thought of many possibilities.
"The Buddhist sect emphasizes karma the most. You absolutely must not provoke them. One of my ancestral elders was converted by Buddhism," the Golden Lion said.
There had once been an old lion with profound cultivation and peerless divine abilities, having reached the Quasi-Emperor realm. But because he cultivated a Buddhist divine ability, he inexplicably converted to that faith.
"That was a supreme prodigy of my clan, yet he resolutely stepped into the Amitabha Ancient Star Domain and bowed before Amitabha the Great Emperor, though the two had never met before," the Golden Lion said.
Everyone drew in a breath of cold air. The Buddhist sect's divine abilities were far too strange. Even a Quasi-Emperor had been converted, becoming a famous supreme Dharma Protector.
Everyone knew it was most likely Amitabha the Great Emperor's doing. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for that old golden lion to step into a foreign domain and submit to someone he had never met.
"The Buddhist sect has nine great Dharma-sealing mudras. Could the Fearless Lion Seal among them have been created by your ancestor?" Pang Bo asked.
"Exactly," the Golden Lion replied.
Upon hearing this, everyone drew in another breath of cold air. This was truly terrifying. That old lion had left a glorious page in cultivation history, yet he had been converted.
"Ye Zi, this thing is strange. It seems you shouldn't get involved with it!" Pang Bo showed a grave expression.
The Golden Lion and Black Bear Saint also agreed. The Buddhist sect's waters were too deep. One must not form karmic ties with them, or else they would inevitably become deeply entangled in the future.
Ye Fan muttered to himself, "So many years have passed. Amitabha the Great Emperor has long since sat in nirvana. He shouldn't still be alive."
"But don't forget, there's still Shakyamuni. He's equally unfathomable. Don't let him scheme against you," Pang Bo warned solemnly.
Ye Fan opened his palm, revealing the Bodhi seed. Its surface was densely covered with patterns, as if naturally formed. There was a set of figure marks, and it was actually Ye Fan himself.
In the past, it had originally been Shakyamuni's divine image, but Ye Fan had refined it, warming it with his heart until it eventually became himself.
Now, he clearly sensed something was wrong. Only the outer shell had changed. The Bodhi seed still contained Buddhist truth; otherwise, the Great Thunderclap Monastery would not have appeared now.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a sound like heaven and earth splitting apart rang out. The Great Thunderclap Monastery gradually receded, and scenes of divine dynasties battling appeared, like ancient gods facing off.
"This is..." Ye Fan was greatly startled. This was the phantom image he had seen when returning to the ancient Yinghuo Star.
Yinghuo had a sea eye that had buried too many saints. The ancient crocodile suppressed by Shakyamuni had once wanted to enter it to steal immortal treasures.
Ye Fan had not only encountered the ancient crocodile there and met Old Man Human Demon, but he had also seen that sea eye, which had swallowed everything from the ancient star's past. It was a relic of divine warfare, suspected to have involved ancient saint emperors.
"Hmm, could it be that I'm overthinking things? Was the Bodhi ancient divine tree left there only to suppress the burial ground on the ancient Yinghuo Star?" Ye Fan muttered to himself.
"What Amitabha the Great Emperor, what Shakyamuni—can they bite me? Since I've obtained this divine medicine seed, how could I give it back? I'm keeping it!" The Dragon Horse had a rogueish look. Once a good thing was in hand, how could it spit it out? This was the life principle it had learned from Black Emperor.
"Crack, crack"
At this moment, the Bodhi seed split open, sprouting a tender shoot. An extremely powerful life essence overflowed, making everyone feel as if they were about to ascend, their bodies glowing.
"The Bodhi shell has shattered. The seed is about to sprout and grow!"
Was this the Immortal Divine Medicine? It contained an immortal aura. That life essence was too powerful—it could absolutely recreate living beings. No wonder it could allow ancient great emperors to live a second life.
"At this moment, it has reached completion. Nirvana is successful. Like the Qilin divine medicine seed, it can grow again."
Everyone sighed. This was an Immortal Divine Medicine. Having gained new life, it would grow into a divine tree.
The Qilin divine medicine and the Bodhi seed had both undergone nirvana because their original mother plants had been destroyed. Now they were gaining new life simultaneously.
"Two divine medicines... what does this mean?!" The Dragon Horse's drool was flowing like a small river.
In the formation, the Qilin divine medicine had already grown roots and sprouted a pair of leaves. Its body was purple, radiating multicolored light, crystal clear, and about a palm's height.
The Qilin form was transforming into roots and stems. In the future, the fruit it bore would take the shape of a Qilin, and the sparkling purple leaves also bore mysterious Qilin patterns.
"There's a will contained within!" Pang Bo stared at the Qilin ancient medicine.
Calling it an ancient divine medicine, strictly speaking, this immortal medicine had existed since the mythological era. Everyone in the world would die; only the Immortal Divine Medicine could endure forever.
In this world, only they could truly achieve longevity.
"Every divine medicine has its own will. Otherwise, they wouldn't fly through the sky, choose their own soil to grow in, or undergo nirvana to be reborn," Ye Fan said.
Seriously speaking, the Immortal Divine Medicine was a living ancient history. Who had lived longer than them? Moreover, having followed ancient great emperors, they must surely possess earth-shattering secrets.
Naturally, everyone present was tempted. Since it had revived and was no longer lifeless, it could be explored.
However, when Ye Fan's divine sense entered the Qilin divine medicine, it only trembled timidly, blank and confused, without any memory of the ancient era.
"That's right. It underwent nirvana, severing ties with the past. This is its other life, so naturally it cannot remember past events." Ye Fan sighed, full of regret.
Otherwise, perhaps they could have glimpsed the secrets of ancient great emperors, ancient emperors, and even the mythological era from the Immortal Medicine!
"Ancient medicines have lived from the mythological era to the present, truly achieving longevity in this world. Every ancient great emperor had an immortal medicine accompanying them. Did they glimpse the greatest opportunity for becoming immortal?"
From ancient times to the present, almost every great emperor had an Immortal Medicine. This sufficiently demonstrated a problem—they were too important, containing the secret of longevity.
"There are rumors in the world that Immortal Medicines are related to immortality. If one could thoroughly understand them, perhaps they could enter the Immortal Domain." The twelve saints all had significant backgrounds. Their ancestors were ancient exotic species, and they knew many things.
"Eh, no, this Bodhi tree has gained another vague will!" Ye Fan's expression changed. After exploring the Qilin ancient medicine, he explored the newly sprouted seed.
It was just a wisp, very vague, but it was unshakable, almost fused with this Bodhi seed. Ye Fan pondered. No wonder the Great Thunderclap Monastery and other things had appeared. It was surely this faint will causing trouble.
Pang Bo, the Dragon Horse, the Golden Lion, and others also explored one by one, all changing expression. Was this Shakyamuni or Amitabha the Great Emperor? It made people shudder! This Bodhi seed was not simple. It still belonged to the Buddhist sect, containing their will.
"This is a big problem. What do we do?" Even the greedy Dragon Horse was at a loss.
"What can we do? Since it's already like this, we'll completely obtain it and erase that wisp of will!" Ye Fan said. He sat cross-legged, using all his methods. But no matter how many divine abilities or how much effort he expended, he could not dissolve that seemingly faint, vague will.
"No good. It can't be worn away or dissolved." Pang Bo was sweating profusely. Even using all nine Demon Emperor Nine Slashes could not cut it away.
"Indeed, Buddhist things cannot be touched. This might be a big problem, bringing great karmic consequences in the future!" the Golden Lion said, thinking of his ancestor.
"Whether it's Shakyamuni or Amitabha the Great Emperor, I can't let it remain attached," Ye Fan said. He was also worried about future problems. His eyes turned cold as he looked toward the four dark red slaughter swords deep within his Life Spring.
"You're going to..." The others were shocked.
"Use these four slaughter swords to eliminate this wisp of will!" Ye Fan replied.
"Using the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords against the Buddhist sect's great emperor—that's a good idea, but don't chop us up too," Pang Bo said with a grin.
Ye Fan answered firmly, "I want to comprehend the Dao under the Bodhi tree and create my own ancient scripture. I don't want an extra, unknown will watching everything I do. I must destroy it. Otherwise, everything I've done before has been seen by it, and it will eventually become a great disaster." (To be continued.)