The Anarchic Consort

Her throat felt like it was on fire and a horrible dizzy spell hit her. Phoenix suddenly recalled a phrase that she came across when she knew nothing about love back then.

That phrase went something like this, “I may have held your hands as we traverse together. I may have touched your heart and done many insane things for you. At the end of the day, I’m the one to feel the sting of tears while you nonchalantly talk about our past as we part ways.”

Maybe love is merely a game.

Whoever takes it seriously will always be the loser.

A smile played on Phoenix’s lips. She stood alone for quite a while before coming to her senses.

The chatter and laughter of the crowd of gods and fairies were still ongoing from afar. Amid the billowing clouds, every corner that her eyes had landed on was a heavenly sight to behold.

Once again, Phoenix saw that witch who had just ascended to godhood. She smiled and trudged her way back to Buddhism without another word.

Nothing had changed in the Trayastrimsa heaven.

Little Monk ran forward and asked where Phoenix had been. He kept on nagging along the way.

There was no time for Phoenix to shed her tears since the matter of cleansing the Sea of Blood must not be delayed.

Little Monk trailed behind her and spoke in a low voice, “My Lord, Venerable had been looking for you twice. He was asking when you are going to Hell.”

Phoenix stretched her hand out to water the Bodhi tree with no intention to pause at all, “I’ll go once I finish watering.”

“The Emperor had also sent someone to deliver your favorite Osmanthus cake besides asking what vegetarian meal you would like to have tonight.” Little Monk lifted the mythical water with all his might. “The Emperor has no idea that you’re going to Hell yet, right?”

Phoenix did not bother to answer any of his questions. She hunkered down under the Bodhi tree and watered it quietly. Her face betrayed no emotion.

Little Monk had a nagging suspicion that Lord Phoenix had not heard a word he said.

Just as Little Monk was about to repeat his words, Phoenix finally replied in a flat tone, “I’m not going over to eat.”

What does she mean by ‘not going over to eat’? Is she not going there anymore?

A hint of confusion was written all over Little Monk’s face. Before he managed to figure it out, Phoenix rose to her feet and had her waist-length hair carelessly tied up. It was then the prayer beads wrapped around her wrist turned into a scythe, radiating a threatening vibe. It gave a perfect reflection of her cassock, daunting and vigorous like a raging fire.

Phoenix was undoubtedly beautiful. Her hair was like a cascading waterfall with her snowy white robes spreading out like a water lily in bloom for thousands of years. Deep in her eyes was the flowing elegance and grace, illustrating her unparalleled beauty in the world.

Such a face was not befitting a Buddhism practitioner as it attracted too much attention.

However, Phoenix continued to exist as such that she would never abandon her scythe despite being terribly wounded. The same went for her back that would never bend to others’ will.

The stench of rotten flesh permeated the air in the expanse of Hell’s Sea of Blood. All magical beings were howling within the sea regardless of the approaching Light of Buddha.

Phoenix stood suspended in the air as the hostile ghosts surrounded her. The large yet magnificent scythe was chiming in the wild wind.

Even so, those slimy evil spirits who liked to take advantage of others could still sense that something was wrong with her.

“Haha, how dare you come and cleanse the Sea of Blood with such a weak Light of Buddha?”

“The Phoenix of Buddhism is nothing compared to us!”

With the spirits sneering at her, the reeking foul stench of the turbulent Sea of Blood kept on emanating from all directions. Swarm of monsters and spirits came charging at her unceasingly.

“As a Buddhism practitioner, the detachment from worldly desires is being valued the most and you, the so-called Immortal Phoenix has in fact fallen for someone. So what makes you think that you can still cleanse the Sea of Blood?”

“Today shall mark as your time of death!”

The hostile ghosts sprang and clung onto Phoenix’s leg as they tried to invade her physical body.

Soon, the weak Light of Buddha was being engulfed bit by bit.

Just as the hostile ghosts were about to rip Phoenix’s throat out using their mouth, Phoenix suddenly stopped in the middle of the air as she jabbed the scythe into her left shoulder.

The Phoenix blood could exterminate all sins, just like the Ninth Heaven’s flame!

The evil spirits widened their eyes in bewilderment. They watched silently as she stood in the sky with her feet landed on the turbulent Sea of Blood. Reaching her hand out, she slowly drew out a bloody bone from her body. The bone was then transformed into a sword in her hand and her fair, jade-like fingers were stained with blood shimmering in gold.

In the next second, she leaned forward and with one swing, she nailed the evil spirits within the Sea of Blood!

There was a loud bang followed by the tremendous shaking of the earth. Countless evil spirits were instantly sucked into the ground before they even got the chance to show themselves.

“She drew out her Dharma Bone!” The evil spirits exclaimed in shock.

The tsunami being triggered by this enormous earthquake had darkened the sky. The evil spirits all howled in horror as they tried to flee for their lives.

Phoenix remained indifferent. Drenching in blood, her five fingers split apart. Like an iceberg that had endured waves for thousands of years, she blew those top-tier evil spirits into pieces as they exploded like spectacular bloody fireworks that went on for miles!

Her hand was still holding onto the curved bone as blood trailed down her fingers. The golden Light of Buddha emitted from the Phoenix bone suddenly sliced through the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, which then completely enshrouded the Four Evil Paths under the endless Sound of Buddha.

From now on, there would be no Sea of Blood in Hell!

After the massacre, Phoenix kept her scythe. With her right hand supporting her shoulder, she limped her way back to Buddhism.

Little Monk had never seen Phoenix in such a disheveled condition before as she would return triumphantly from every fight she was involved in.

However this time, even her hair was stained with blood. She looked like she was about to collapse in another step.

Nonetheless, she kept a faint smile and held herself ramrod straight.

Those in a bloody state were prohibited from entering the Hall of Great Strength.

Thus, Phoenix could only wait outside.

The best place would be under the Bodhi tree.

Only there, nobody would loathe her for being sinful.

Phoenix leaned against the tree tiredly, the searing pain after the extraction of her Dharma Bone caused her to exhale deeply.

“It’s okay, Wushuang. The pain won’t last.”

Yes, the pain won’t last.

Slowly, Phoenix closed her eyes. Up in the Trayastrimsa heaven above the Six Paths, she was somehow like an exhausted bird coming back to its nest. She shut her eyes and slept through the entire afternoon.

She was rejected by Buddhism as her body was drenched in blood.

Therefore, she had no choice but to use such an ineffective way to heal her wounds.

The blood on her shoulder kept on gushing out. Though she was an immortal bird, she knew exactly what pain felt like.

That day, the wind that blew across the Bodhi tree was warm.

The Bodhi tree learned to feel something new as blood seeped into its root.

It was a feeling called heartache.

Phoenix’s Buddhist aura was getting weaker, it was so weak that he started to worry about her.

In spite of that, he could only be a Bodhi tree, watching everything unfold before him.

Many years later at the Trayastrimsa heaven, the True Buddha was converted.

Bodhi took a step after another and knelt all the way up the 9000 stairs in the heavy snow.

Buddha asked Bodhi, “What do you wish for?”

“May she be blessed with good health and peace with no worries for eternity.” These were the only words that he said after gaining his human form.

The cleansing of Sea of Blood was indeed the most joyous occasion for Six Paths.

The cleansing this time was different from the time when the Emperor went to Hell.

There would be no evil spirits in the Sea of Blood within these 500 years.

Buddhism would certainly need to celebrate.

The celebration was for the sake of the merits of delivering all living creatures from torment. Most importantly, it was to celebrate Buddhism’s victory over Tian Dao.

Meanwhile, the Emperor frowned right once he heard of the news. “Phoenix went to the Sea of Blood?”