Chapter 145: The Transformation of Buddha and Demon

Chapter 145: The Transformation of Buddha and Demon

The blade's energy collided fiercely with Wu Hong’s protective qi, instantly intensifying into a radiant golden light. The vibrant golden aura seemed provoked, rebounding with force.

“Pfft—” The Horse King spat a mouthful of fresh blood, his body propelled backward, tracing a streak of red in the air.

A single tear, crystal-clear, rolled down Wu Hong’s cheek, falling gently upon Huang Ling’s wan, sorrowful face.

Huang Ling’s eyes fluttered. “Ling姐, wake up? I’ve come for you! I’ve come for you!” Wu Hong called out repeatedly to the dying Huang Ling, unaware that the tear had been absorbed by her pale skin.

At such a moment, how could Wu Hong maintain such careful observation? His heart was already in turmoil.

Slowly, Huang Ling opened her eyes, seeing the familiar face of the man she loved most. She offered a bittersweet smile. “Hong弟, don’t cry. I want to be your bride! But fate has denied us... See... come... be... your... bride... only... in... the next... life...”

Her words were fragmented, yet Wu Hong understood.

“No, no! I only want to be your father in this life, the next life is too distant—I cannot wait that long. I want this life only,” Wu Hong choked out, his voice thick with emotion. His internal qi was chaotic; breathing became difficult. Even his protective qi flickered uncertainly, stirring an unseen breeze.

Huang Hu shuddered, suddenly regaining the ability to speak. “Wu Hong, it’s no use. Your sister’s true qi is depleted, her meridians shattered. Even immortals cannot save her.”

“No—this cannot be! I refuse to believe it!” Wu Hong shouted hysterically.

Huang Ling trembled slightly and said, “Hong弟, listen to me, be obedient, be good! There are many women who care for you—you cannot forsake them. I am but one among your many beloved confidantes. Don’t grieve too deeply.”

Huang Ling’s face was mournful and beautiful, causing Wu Hong’s heart to nearly shatter.

“No! Ling姐, you alone dwell in my heart. I know no other woman, nor do I wish to. I don’t want you to die! Even through six cycles of reincarnation, only you reside in my heart. No one else!” Wu Hong shouted passionately.

The sky above trembled slightly, as if responding to his words, but Wu Hong paid no heed. His sole concern was Huang Ling’s fate; nothing else mattered.

“Hong弟, I... so... want... to be... your... bride!” Huang Ling’s voice wavered and finally ceased. Her body stiffened abruptly—she was gone.

“No—” Wu Hong roared toward the heavens, grief unlike any before engulfing him. Though their time together was brief, he had fallen deeply for Huang Ling, a woman cold outwardly but warm and kind within.

His roar shattered mountains and split stones; the roof of Huang Ling’s chamber crumbled instantly under the force of his voice.

Unable to accept this devastating sorrow following great joy, Wu Hong refused to believe his beloved had truly left him. Desperately, he poured his own qi into Huang Ling’s body, but it grew cold—so cold that a chill gripped Wu Hong’s heart, swelling his sorrow to the skies.

The faint golden qi that once surrounded Wu Hong grew chaotic and obscure.

At that moment, a figure appeared beside Huang Hu—it was Old Lone Star.

“Run quickly. Wu Hong has lost his mind; the consequences will be dire,” he said, carrying the half-collapsed Huang Hu as they fled far from the Huang estate. They paused at a distance, gazing up at the swirling black aura that engulfed the estate’s skies.

Wu Hong, though frenzied, instinctively separated a thread of protective qi to shield Huang Ling’s corpse.

The once gentle golden aura that had always been visible to the world suddenly dimmed.

Wu Hong’s aura fluctuated wildly—sometimes a faint gold, at other times a terrifying black. It was horrifying beyond measure.

“Heavens, why are you so cruel? At the moment I felt happiest, you snatched everything from me? One day, when I am strong enough, I will shatter the heavens and test your heart—to see if it is black or white—”

Wu Hong howled madly, his voice like a wild demon’s lament. The vast Huang estate seemed to endure the fiercest hurricane ever known.

Throughout Huangyun Town, black winds howled like a demonic realm. The townsfolk, struck by Wu Hong’s sonic assault, were all shattered and slain.

The Thousand-Handed Buddha form suddenly manifested around Wu Hong, enveloping him and the corpse of Huang Ling in its embrace.

This sacred form, once radiant with golden light, now shifted in color with Wu Hong’s volatile emotions, turning darker.

The black aura thickened, the thousand arms of the Buddha remained, but the serene qi was replaced by violent, destructive energy—an utterly different being.

The thousand sacred eyes on each palm instantly transformed into blood-red orbs, fierce and malevolent, as if each represented a worldly ugliness.

The sacred Great Sun Buddha manual turned pitch black, resembling a demonic tome.

In an unknown dimension, the divine hammer and sharp blade, once glowing with sacred golden light, were now stained black and exuded demonic energy.

The millions of three-headed sacred crows once tamed by Wu Hong in the Heavenly Wind Domain reverted to pitch-black, demonic forms—far more terrifying than before.

These million three-headed demon crows instantly ascended a cultivation level, reaching the mid-stage of marrow refining.

This was a disruption—one not foreseen even by the founder of the Great Sun Buddha manual.

Wu Hong’s cultivation of the Great Sun Buddha manual was now utterly unlike before. Such changes were beyond any mortal or divine prediction.

A black-red tear fell from Wu Hong’s eye, landing on Huang Ling’s cheek, which absorbed it.

Wu Hong was now mad, unable to notice these subtle changes.

The once sacred Thousand-Handed Buddha form had completely transformed into a demonic form, still with a thousand hands and eyes, but drained of holiness, suffused with endless demonic energy, driving any who looked upon it to madness.

Time passed—perhaps a day, a few days, or a month. Huangyun Town was reduced entirely to a ghost town.

Many curious experts ventured to the town’s edge to investigate, but were overwhelmed by the pervasive demonic energy, driving them mad to the point of bodily explosion and death.

Old Lone Star and the recovered Huang Hu returned several times but were greeted only by the eerie phenomena. Their faces turned pale, and they left without a word.

After an unknown span, Wu Hong regained a trace of his remaining sanity, his heart overflowing with boundless hatred.

“Hmph—Though I have no grievances with your Earthly Fiend organization, you dared harm my beloved wife. I will uproot your entire group and imprison your souls in the Nine Nether Realms, never to be reborn.”

Huangyun Town, now shattered into ruins by Wu Hong’s transformation, lay silent. The wind sweeping the streets carried a dense aura of death.

Wu Hong, uncertain where to find the Horse King for revenge, was hindered by his lost memories.

Clutching Huang Ling’s corpse, he walked the disordered streets.

“Ling姐, you were born in Huangyun Town. This is your home. After I avenge you, I will always stay by your side!”

He placed Huang Ling gently on the ground, then leapt high into the sky. His massive hand stretched out hundreds of meters, dark and suffused with demonic energy, exuding a terrifying, mournful aura. It crashed down upon the earth with a thunderous boom.

A deafening roar followed, the ground splitting open to reveal a pit over a hundred meters wide.

Wu Hong’s sorrow deepened as he embraced Huang Ling’s corpse once more, standing before the pit in silence. Releasing his grip, her body tumbled down into the depths.

“Ah—” Wu Hong’s cry pierced the heavens. The black demonic soil of Huangyun Town surged together, burying Huang Ling’s body completely.

He fell to his knees, unwilling to let go, clutching the earth as he wept bitterly.