From Godhood to the Heavens

The World-Honored One, Ksitigarbha, sat serenely on a black lotus throne, his compassionate chanting echoing through the demon realm, seemingly out of place yet possessing a strange penetrating power.

“Amitabha. The divine lord said that the Buddhist sect should have five hundred Arhats who have attained enlightenment and eighteen Dharma protectors. This place is infested with evil spirits and burdened with karmic obstacles. It is just right to guide them to enlightenment and help them achieve enlightenment, and also to contribute to the divine kingdom.”

His voice was calm, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary. Behind him, familiar faces such as the Moonflower Arhat, the Nine Flames Arhat, and the Dragon Lady and her husband stood solemnly, along with several other mid-level emperors with profound auras and sharp eyes. They remained silent, but when they looked down at the Black Mountain Temple shrouded in dense demonic energy, their eyes held a hint of pity or indifference.

Inside the Black Mountain Temple, the atmosphere was completely different. A dozen or so gods and demons, some with fierce, some with eerie, and some with strange auras, stood on both sides, arguing and spitting as they spoke.

"The next calamity will be led by me, the 'Heart-Eating Old Demon'! My Blood Demon Tribe is ready to go, and we will stage a 'Blood Sacrifice to a Thousand Cities' to terrify those foolish people to the extreme, and make their incense offerings even more prosperous!" A figure shrouded in blood mist shrieked.

"Bullshit! Your blood sacrifice is too straightforward and lacks any beauty! My 'Thousand Faces of Love Tribulation' is the better choice! Let those infatuated men and women sink into love and hate, and the pure resentment extracted will be more to the Demon Lord's liking!" A beautiful goddess-demon with a voice that was neither male nor female retorted.

"Shut up! The Demon Lord has decreed that the next calamity shall be based on the 'Plague of Despair,' combined with the 'Siege of Bones,' to create an apocalyptic scene and demonstrate the majesty of my Demon Kingdom!" A hoarse old man in a black robe, with a skeletal appearance, spoke with an unquestionable authority.

They were arguing endlessly about who would play the roles and what the script details would be in the next "catastrophe drama," completely unaware that annihilation was looming over them.

The World-Honored One, Ksitigarbha, looked down at the bustling Demon Palace below, which resembled a marketplace. The compassionate smile on his face remained unchanged, but deep in his eyes, the coldness and indifference of the evil side of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva were clearly revealed.

“This world is rife with the five poisons and the ten evils, it is filthy and needs our Buddhist teachings to cleanse it.” He murmured to himself, as if stating a truth, “To deliver all evil spirits is also a merit.”

As he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand and gently pinched it with his thumb and middle finger.

Picking flowers.

There was no earth-shattering Buddhist light, no deafening chanting. Only an extremely subtle, almost invisible ripple emanated from his fingertips, instantly piercing through the layers of demonic array restrictions of the Black Mountain Temple, which were strong enough to withstand attacks from Emperor-level beings.

Inside the hall, time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The Heart-Eating Demon, who was arguing fiercely, suddenly stopped. He looked down in astonishment and found that his body, made of pure blood mist, was silently turning into tiny golden specks of light, starting from his fingertips, and dissipating into nothingness. He opened his mouth, but couldn't even utter a scream.

The enchanting face of the demon god still held the fury of the argument, but his body was like a weathered sand sculpture, crumbling inch by inch.

The black-robed, skeletal old man suddenly looked up, his turbid eyes bursting with extreme fear: "No... what is this...?" Before he could finish speaking, his entire body, along with the white bone throne he sat on, turned into dust that filled the sky.

A dozen or so powerful gods and demons, at least at the peak of the eighth or even the ninth realm, were completely wiped out without even having the thought of resistance, just like a stain erased by an eraser!

The entire Black Mountain Temple, along with all its internal formations, restrictions, and magical artifacts, vanished completely under this single finger strike, as if it had never existed.

All that remained was a huge, smooth, mirror-like pit, and a faint, burnt smell that permeated the air and was being rapidly purified by the Buddha's light.

"Amitabha." The World-Honored One Ksitigarbha withdrew his hand, his face still bearing that compassionate expression, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

The Arhats and Emperors behind him all felt a chill rise from their spines. The Moonlit Arhat and others were especially awestruck, their resolve to become "enlightened Arhats" strengthened—they absolutely could not be "converted" into nameless beings!

A precious pearl slowly condensed and took shape, and in the next instant, it was grasped by a hand. One after another, figures soared into the sky and surrounded the Arhats in an instant.

However, in the next instant, the gazes of the gods and demons swept across the area, lingering for a moment on the World Honored One's Burial Site, which showed no trace of aura.

They were instantly drawn to the group of Arhats behind them, and in just a moment, the expressions of the gods and demons changed drastically.

They were all Ninth Realm Emperors, and judging from their aura, they were much stronger than half of the gods and demons on our side.

Our own gods and demons still have some at the eighth realm, but the enemy is all at the ninth realm, with only a dozen or so, a total of 11!

Including the one in front, whose strength is unknown, and twelve emperors at the ninth realm or above, where did such a massive force come from in this realm?

"Who are you? Don't you know that this place is within the territory of the Black Crow Ancestor's divine kingdom?"

"Could it be that war is about to break out?"

The leader, a black-feathered god-demon with a bird's head and a human body, whose entire body was covered in feathers, suppressed his shock, took a step forward, and suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, pressing down on the World Honored One's Burial Ground!

"Amitabha, Buddha is merciful!" Di Zang clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Benefactor, I see that you have an affinity with Buddha. Why not join my sect, study the Dharma with me, and ascend to the Pure Land as soon as possible?"

Upon hearing this, the Black Crow God knew that a peaceful resolution was impossible. Without the slightest hesitation, he took the initiative and unleashed a dark divine light from his eyes, heading towards the Burial Ground of the World Honored One.

A terrifying aura of death permeated the air, and the jet-black divine light arrived in an instant, only to be blocked by a huge golden Buddha statue before it could be buried on the ground.

The dark divine light spread along the golden body and, in an instant, eroded most of the Buddha's golden body!

Di Zang's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized he had misjudged the situation. This old demon was incredibly cunning, and he was probably the so-called Black Crow Ancestor who was pretending to be a lackey.

Come on... come and trick this newly born young Buddha~

Just don't talk about martial arts!

Seeing the Black Crow Demon God make a move, the other demon gods did not hesitate at all and immediately unleashed their supernatural powers, attacking the group of Arhats in the encirclement.

"The Demon Ancestor has decreed: leave no one alive! Kill one enemy, and a grand feast will be served!"

With a roar, the Black Crow Ancestor instantly transformed into thousands of forms, with countless black feathers spreading across the sky. Half of them headed towards the Earth Burial, while the other half went towards the group of Arhats behind the Earth Burial.

A two-meter-tall Arhat, who seemed as thin as a bamboo pole, had just blocked an oncoming attack when thousands of black feathers pierced through his body in the next instant. A jet-black claw covered his head, and before his eyes could even twitch, his head exploded instantly.