The infinite heavens begin with American horror.

Chapter 200 The True Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata

In an instant, countless fragments of stone shot out like bullets, and amidst the billowing dust, a huge crack suddenly appeared on the head of the Buddha statue, and it rapidly extended downwards at a visible speed.

Immediately afterwards, another loud "boom" resounded, and the Buddha statue, which was over 700 feet tall, shattered from head to toe, splitting in two.

"Hahaha!"

A defiant laugh echoed between heaven and earth.

Looking at the shattered and collapsed Buddha statue from within the Buddha's light below, Chen Xuanzang's heart sank instantly.

With a whoosh, Sun Wukong descended from the sky and stood in front of Chen Xuanzang, tapping the Buddha's light with his golden cudgel.

"Chen Xuanzang, time is running out. Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve."

After saying that, Sun Wukong looked up at Li Qing and said, "And you, why didn't you escape while I was dealing with the Buddha statue? Did you really think I wouldn't kill you?"

"If there's no need to run away, then we won't run away."

"No need to run? How arrogant! You think you can be my match?"

Sun Wukong scoffed, thinking that Li Qing was simply overestimating himself, and then stopped paying attention to Li Qing. What he wanted to do most now was to kill Chen Xuanzang.

Sun Wukong gripped the golden cudgel tightly with both hands, swinging it incessantly, each strike fiercely hitting the Buddha's light. With each round of his fierce attacks, the originally solid Buddha's light began to dim and lose its luster.

Finally, when Sun Wukong swung his staff with all his might again, this final blow was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the Buddha's light shattered instantly.

The golden cudgel did not stop its power; instead, it continued to charge forward with its remaining force, crashing into Chen Xuanzang's body in the blink of an eye and sending him flying several meters away.

At the same time, a book with a yellow cover fell from Chen Xuanzang's arms and landed on the ground.

The moment he landed, a mouthful of blood spurted from Chen Xuanzang's mouth, staining his clothes red.

Looking at the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" on the ground, Chen Xuanzang couldn't help but recall what his master had said before.

What is the true power of "Three Hundred Children's Songs"?

Chen Xuanzang struggled to crawl toward the "Three Hundred Children's Songs," and just as he was about to touch it, a small size 36 foot stepped on his hand, while a hairy hand picked up the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" from the ground.

"Three hundred nursery rhymes? Hahaha! You're such a grown-up and you still like to sing nursery rhymes?"

Sun Wukong looked at Chen Xuanzang with a mocking smile, a cunning and cruel smile on his face. He increased the pressure on Chen Xuanzang's hand with his foot, and then slowly rolled it back and forth on the ground.

A sharp, piercing pain instantly shot through Chen Xuanzang's hand, as if a million ants were gnawing at his palm.

However, Chen Xuanzang gritted his teeth, desperately enduring the excruciating pain, refusing to utter a single groan. He stared wide-eyed at Sun Wukong, his eyes gleaming with unyielding spirit, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Give me back the book!"

Sun Wukong seemed somewhat surprised by Chen Xuanzang's reaction, but quickly regained his playful demeanor.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, saying, "You want this book so badly? I'm not giving it to you!"

After saying that, he deliberately waved the book in his hand a few times, showing it to Chen Xuanzang in a show of defiance.

"What can you do if I don't give it to you? Come and hit me, huh? Hahaha!"

“Sun Wukong, that ‘Three Hundred Children’s Songs’ in your hand is no ordinary book. It was given to Chen Xuanzang by Buddha to convert demons,” Li Qing said.

Do you really think this book of 300 children's songs can reform demons?

Sun Wukong looked at the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" in his hand with great interest, a slight smile of disdain on his lips.

He thought to himself, "This thing? You think you can use it to subdue me, Old Sun? You're dreaming!" So he didn't take the book seriously at all, and with a light touch, he tore the page apart.

Just a short while later, the book "Three Hundred Children's Songs" completely shattered into countless tiny fragments, which fluttered down like snowflakes and eventually piled up in front of Chen Xuanzang.

Seeing that even after he reminded Sun Wukong, he still tore "Three Hundred Children's Songs" into pieces, Li Qing shook his head helplessly.

He then stopped talking, realizing that if he didn't listen to others' advice, he would be the one to suffer later.

......

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept by, and the scattered fragments on the ground were blown up by the wind, with countless fragments floating in mid-air.

However, as the breeze gradually dissipated, something amazing happened: the fragments seemed to come alive and drifted back to the ground, automatically piecing themselves together into a book with a yellow cover the moment they hit the ground.

Even more unexpectedly, the cover of this book is no longer the previous "Three Hundred Children's Songs", but instead "The True Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata".

Sun Wukong frowned as he watched all this. Where did this wind come from?

And how did that book manage to restore itself to its original state?

But when he saw the words on the cover, he was shocked and overwhelmed by fear.

"The True Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata?!"

"The True Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata?"

Unlike Sun Wukong, Chen Xuanzang's eyes lit up when he saw the "Mahavairocana Sutra" in front of him, as if he instantly understood something.

So this is what Master meant when he said the true power of "Three Hundred Children's Songs".

He then sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and slowly closed his eyes. He had already memorized the contents of the book.

As Chen Xuanzang chanted the sutras in a deep and solemn voice, a continuous stream of golden Buddhist light surged from his body, instantly illuminating the entire world in a golden hue.

"What are you reading?! Stop reading! I'm going to tear you apart!"

Sun Wukong roared, his voice filled with astonishment and fear. He had long lost his previous composure, and his originally ferocious face was now distorted with extreme fear, as if he had suffered a great shock.

Sun Wukong swung his golden cudgel at Chen Xuanzang. The cudgel struck Chen Xuanzang, but this time the situation was completely different from before. Chen Xuanzang was unharmed, while Sun Wukong was blasted dozens of feet away by the Buddha's light.

Once he regained his footing, Sun Wukong swung his staff at Chen Xuanzang again, and was once again sent flying dozens of feet away.

"Do not!!!"

As Sun Wukong roared in despair, Chen Xuanzang also finished reciting the "Mahavairocana Sutra".

To Sun Wukong's horror, a golden Buddha statue, countless times taller than the previous 1,300-foot-tall stone Buddha statue, appeared on the horizon.

The golden body of the Buddha, nearly ten million feet tall, stands in the vast universe. Its enormous size is beyond imagination, truly covering the sky and the sun.

"I told you, but you didn't believe me. Sun Wukong asked you if you could handle this golden body of Buddha?"

"Shut up, it's not your place to mock me!"