From Godhood to the Heavens

"Thus have I heard. At one time the Buddha was in the Trayastrimsa Heaven, preaching the Dharma to his mother."

At that time, in the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, all Buddhas and great Bodhisattvas Mahasattvas...

All gathered to praise Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for manifesting inconceivable wisdom and supernatural powers in this defiled world, subduing stubborn beings and teaching them the Dharma of suffering and joy. Each sent their attendants to report the Buddha's burial…

He slowly exhaled, sighing in his heart. If he were also an Immortal Golden Immortal at this moment, Di Zang would not hesitate at all. He would directly recite the Scripture of Salvation, and even if he had to forcibly convert the person, he would not hesitate at all.

Unfortunately, even if it is not the real body that comes, the soul of an Immortal Golden Immortal still possesses the nature of immortality. Given the current vigilance of Emperor Nine Flames, he would probably turn against you without hesitation if he were to notice.

Then, with a slight shift in his mind, he opened his mouth and uttered the Ksitigarbha Sutra, revealing all the sutra texts and profound Buddhist teachings without any concealment.

All great light and great wisdom appear in the void as if they were objects in the palm of one's hand.

Emperor Jiuyan's gaze was intense as he listened to the Buddhist scriptures. His eyes were fixed on the void, and golden runes gradually gathered and appeared in his heart.

As I pondered these words and phrases, searching for their flaws, the Buddhist scriptures appeared in my mind as if branded upon it.

The Nine Flame Emperor's eyes revealed a hint of shock as he instinctively deduced and cultivated the magical power within his body.

This scripture was far beyond what an Eighth Realm Divine Lord could express; even with his current level of cultivation and understanding, he seemed to have some insight into its profound mysteries.

As the recitation of a scripture ended, Emperor Jiuyan closed his eyes, his heart filled with turbulent waves. The will contained in this scripture was far beyond the Eighth Realm…

No... even someone at the Ninth Realm couldn't create this. His mind raced, trying to figure out where he had ever experienced this subtle charm.

The divine power within his body circulated more and more rapidly, unconsciously beginning to move and transfer the scriptures, which began to flow more and more quickly.

The bottleneck of Emperor Jiuyan was surprisingly loosened.

At this moment, Emperor Jiuyan suddenly awoke to the fact that even the Crimson Sun True Scripture written by his master, the tenth-realm powerhouse Crimson Sun Ancestor, was somewhat inferior to this scripture.

How can this be?

A myriad of thoughts arose in the mind of Emperor Jiuyan, and he felt that his own beliefs were about to collapse at this moment.

That's impossible. This scripture must be the most important scripture in the religion, right?

It must be the person in front of me who deliberately fabricated and belittled me in order to confuse and deceive me, just to intimidate and intimidate me...

Seeing the unpredictable expression on Emperor Jiuyan's face, Dizang lowered his eyes and slowly said, "There are also a hundred scriptures created by the Buddha, which I wish to tell you, Your Majesty!"

Emperor Jiuyan snapped back to his senses in an instant, his mind settling down, and he muttered to himself.

"A mere bluff. I do not believe that a sect can possess a hundred scriptures. There is no way such a great sect could exist in this world!"

So, with a smile on his face, he slowly said, "Please enlighten me!"

The burial monk slowly spoke, saying, "The Buddhist scriptures are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and their mysteries are so profound that even this humble monk could not finish explaining them in this lifetime. However, I can select some from them and tell you about them, benefactor."

The Heart Sutra, the Diamond Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Avatamsaka Sutra, the Surangama Sutra, and the Amitabha Sutra.

The Vimalakirti Sutra, the Mahaparinirvana Sutra, the Dirgha Agamas…

The monk, his throat dry from reciting over a hundred scriptures, then said, "How about you tell me one that interests you, and I will give you a sermon?"

Di Zang trembled inwardly. He could see the greed in the eyes of the Nine Flames Emperor, so he did not hesitate to utter the names of one scripture after another.

He dared not openly convert others, but if the other party could not resist the greed in their heart and went to cultivate and comprehend on their own...

The burial site could only suppress its joy, saying that it was destined for Buddhism and that it was fitting for the burial site to become a Dharma protector.

The Nine Flame Emperor's eyes flashed, and he spoke directly, "I am quite curious about the Diamond Sutra. Why don't you explain it to me, fellow Daoist?"

The burial attendant nodded slightly, calmly said "Good" and then began to explain: "The Diamond Sutra, also known as the Vajra Sutra, please enlighten me, benefactor!"

Thus have I heard:

At one time, the Buddha was staying in the Jeta Grove of Anathapindika's Park in Shravasti, with a large assembly of twelve hundred and fifty monks.

At that time, the World-Honored One, having put on his robes and taken his alms bowl, entered the great city of Shravasti to beg for food.

Having begged for alms in the city in due order, he returned to his dwelling. After eating, he put away his clothes and bowl, washed his feet, spread out a seat, and sat down…

After the Buddha finished speaking this sutra, the elder Subhuti, along with all the monks, nuns, laymen, laywomen, and all the gods, humans, and asuras of the world, were greatly delighted upon hearing what the Buddha had said, and accepted and practiced it.

May this merit be extended to all beings. May we and all sentient beings together attain Buddhahood.

Each word, spoken slowly and deliberately, sounded like a chant of Sanskrit. Within the divine court, the Diamond Sutra continued to unfold, and the Buddhist light in the eyes of the Nine Flame Emperor grew ever stronger, causing his heart to surge and churn.

The sound was like the resounding tolling of a great bell, and the profound mysteries of the Buddhist scriptures struck the soul like lightning.

All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning; thus should they be viewed...

As he spoke each word slowly and deliberately, a Buddha-like light shone forth in his heart, as if there were a phantom of the Buddha, with a three-inch halo hanging behind his head, and the thought of taking refuge arose in his heart.

Everything is illusion, everything is a dream, only the Buddha's light endures, compassion saves the world.

Demon Lord Chonglou resides within the lotus throne, and nothing that happens in the outside world can obstruct his view; everything resides within his heart.

However, seeing this scene before them was like seeing a ghost; the dazzling divine light seemed to have gained a touch of compassion.

The enemy, whom he couldn't shake even by burning his demonic blood with all his might, seemed to be about to be converted by the Earth Burial. What kind of Buddhist sound is this? This is the real demonic sound!

The Great Buddha is the Great Demon...

The changing scenes were like a dream, and it seemed that the former mortal enemies were about to become one.

The Spirit King, enveloped by the Myriad Spirits Diagram, suddenly heard a lion's roar. A sliver of clarity flashed in his bewildered eyes. Looking down at himself with his palms clasped together, a chill instantly enveloped his heart, as if pulling him into a dark abyss. His eyes were filled with terror.

When exactly?

He could clearly feel his will being changed, but he couldn't muster the slightest resistance; in fact, he was overjoyed, as if he had entered a paradise.

Feeling the strands of hair falling from my head, it's as if all my worries and distractions are leaving me, eliminating greed, anger, and ignorance, erasing the six senses of distraction, leaving only joy in my heart...

But that last glimmer of light left the Spirit King with nothing but despair. He looked up at his father standing in front of him, and saw a three-dimensional halo floating behind his head, with a phantom image of Buddha above it, exuding great wisdom and compassion. His heart sank completely.

His gaze passed through the figure of the Nine Flame Emperor and fell upon the burial ground ahead. Suddenly, he let out a furious roar, a mad howl.

"Father, wake up! This is a demonic sound! This is a great demon before you, pulling you into its clutches!"

At the same time, a madness flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand, throwing a streak of blood-red light forward in an instant.

He poured that last wisp of pure will into the Demon God Blade, determined to completely slay the Earth Burial that had bewitched the Nine Flame Emperor here, even if it meant succumbing to demonic possession.

Otherwise, the Great Yan Dynasty would be finished, his father would be finished, and he himself would be completely finished...

Even the Spirit King could sense that, with the last clear thought flowing into the Fiend God Blade, only indifference, condemnation, and regret for the killing remained in his heart.

Sweeping might harm ants...

The last strand of hair on his head fell with the wind, and the Spirit King's originally ferocious and angry face gradually became calm, exuding a sense of compassion. In an instant, ten thousand rays of Buddhist light burst forth from his body, and in just a moment, it was as if he had become a Buddha on the spot!

Emperor Jiuyan was slightly taken aback, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes, as if he had suddenly awakened from the boundless Buddhist kingdom, his eyes revealing a myriad of thoughts.

After a long while, his soul suddenly trembled, and his immortal golden nature shone brightly in an instant, frantically driving away the Buddha's light. In just a moment, the Buddha's light seemed to be completely annihilated.

However, a soft golden glow had somehow appeared on that spiritual platform, completely merging into that divine soul.

The burial man frowned sharply, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. It was so close…

Seeing the blood-red light that arrived in an instant, he clasped his hands together and chanted Amitabha Buddha.

The next moment, the Spirit King, who seemed to have transformed into an Arhat, vanished in an instant. He stepped forward and appeared before the buried body, a slight smile on his lips, facing the dark light.

The crimson light pierced through the Spirit King's brow, penetrating him in an instant. In just a moment, his body began to collapse, and countless Buddhist and divine lights bloomed before his eyes, like a fireworks display.

At the moment his soul vanished from his mind, the Spirit King was left with only one thought.

"The Demon God Blade arose from my anger, and I shall bear the consequences... the cycle of cause and effect?"

Is this right?

Unfortunately, whether it was right or wrong, it was too late; the Spirit King's soul vanished completely between heaven and earth.

The Nine Flame Emperor's eyes were filled with complex emotions. He was certain that among all the righteous sects, there was absolutely no such thing as Buddhism.

He was now certain that Buddhism was no weaker than those so-called great religions; perhaps it was the demonic sect that had been wiped out during the great calamity of the past.

In this way, it is only natural that there is no such thing as Buddhism in one's memory.

That's because there are powerful beings who have erased all the concepts of Buddhism.

Now, Buddhism has emerged again from the past, and another calamity is about to befall the world...

The Nine Flame Emperor didn't feel much about his son's death; instead, he was horrified by his own speculations.

Could it be that I am the starting point of a great calamity?

This news must be informed of our sect; we must not be implicated in this.

Master once said that the starting point of all great calamities is caused by the constant anger. The death of his son triggered him and involved the so-called Buddhist sect. If anything happens to him, it will inevitably involve the sect.

And the Crimson Sun Ancestor has a few close friends. If he continues to sweep through, the great calamity of heaven and earth will be fully unleashed...

Everything was laid bare before him. Emperor Jiuyan closed his eyes, his gaze filled with a myriad of thoughts.

I tried to find a way out of this predicament, but a myriad of thoughts flooded my mind, and I was completely helpless!

Having already entered the game, even if he wanted to resolve the death of his offspring, how could the other party be at ease unless he was completely redeemed like his own son, the Spirit King?

But that eerie scene made Emperor Jiuyan have to consider whether he would still be himself once he was converted.

Various thoughts kept swirling in his mind, and Emperor Jiuyan was utterly desperate. Even though he knew about the great calamity, he was powerless to do anything about it!

Now, there's no other way but to go down this dark path. Even if a great sect has a deep foundation, it's nothing more than a single God-King now. What does that amount to?

Let us obliterate it completely, thus severing the origin of this great calamity...

Looking into the distance, Emperor Jiuyan raised his hand and suddenly slapped it forward.

What seemed like a long time was actually just a blink of an eye. After the Nine Flames Emperor calmed his mind, a huge hand that blotted out the sky descended from the heavens.

In an instant, myriad divine lights enveloped the sky, and a giant lava hand, seemingly capable of burning everything, descended from the heavens.

Suddenly, the world changed dramatically, as if the sky were collapsing. The divine realm descended in that instant, leaving no chance for escape.

With a deafening roar, the giant lava hand descended, instantly cutting off all escape routes for Demon Lord Chonglou and the Earth Burial Sect.

In the next instant, everything on the earth vanished, leaving only a giant hand burning with flames.

At the critical moment, a golden lion suddenly disappeared and reappeared, appearing beneath the Earth Burial's crotch. In an instant, it left a phantom trail, carrying the Demon Lord Chonglou and the palm lines together, before disappearing from sight.

Looking at the golden lion covered in Buddhist light, Emperor Jiuyan had a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, but could only shake his head with a sigh of helplessness.

Reaching out into the void, a longsword radiating golden light and burning with blood red appeared before him.

Suddenly, he swung his sword forward, shattering layers of space and breaking through countless spells in an instant, before crashing down.

A massive golden statue of merit suddenly shone brightly, its palms pressed together, firmly holding the flaming sword in its hands.

It stands as immovable as a mountain, majestic as if connecting heaven and earth.

Demon Lord Chonglou let out a heavy breath, clenching his fists tightly. He frantically searched for a way to defeat the enemy. He was not a fool, but faced with the scene before him, he truly felt as if he were trapped in a desperate situation.

Fortunately, the earth burial blocked the sword.

However, Demon Lord Chonglou failed to see the look of heartache in Dizang's eyes. With just one sword strike, he shattered three layers of his protective golden light. If a few more blows were to come, the golden body of merit he had taken from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would probably be completely destroyed.

At that time, he will probably resemble a demon more than a Buddha!

Turning his head to look at Demon Lord Chonglou, Di Zang exhaled and slowly said, "Prepare to fight to the death!"