From Godhood to the Heavens

The headless body of Luang Phor Arhat stood upright for a moment. What gushed from his neck cavity was not crimson blood, but pale golden Buddhist light and shattered fragments of vow power. Then, the twelve-foot-tall golden body cracked inch by inch like porcelain and collapsed with a crash, turning into a ground of golden dust that was faintly imbued with Buddhist energy.

A powerful figure who had attained the Arhatship and reached the ninth realm of Emperor was instantly killed in a single exchange!

This horrifying scene was like ice water poured over their heads, instantly extinguishing the slight heat that had risen in the Arhats due to the Buddha's earth burial thunderous method. In its place came a bone-chilling cold and an unprecedented sense of dread.

"Old woman!" The Dragon Lord Arhat beside him roared in despair, his eyes wide with rage. His body radiated a burst of Buddhist light, transforming into a golden dragon that was about to pounce on the group of Black Crow Ancestor's incarnations.

"Hold your ground! Form the 'Vajra Subduing Demon Circle'!" Although the Moonflower Arhat was equally alarmed, he was, after all, a veteran expert, and shouted sternly.

She formed a hand seal, and a cool, moonlit Buddhist light poured out, instantly connecting with the Buddhist light of the other surviving Arhats to form a huge golden light shield, barely protecting her group within it.

"Bang bang bang!"

Countless black feathers struck the light shield like a storm, producing a teeth-grinding impact sound. The light shield trembled violently, ripples spreading, seemingly on the verge of collapse, yet it ultimately managed to withstand this first wave of ferocious attack.

The attacks from the other gods and demons were also mostly blocked by the suddenly formed Buddhist formation.

However, the true form of the Black Crow Ancestor ignored the tortoise-shell-like defense.

Those myriad incarnations, some real and some illusory, always had their primary target as the World-Honored One Ksitigarbha, who sat serenely on his lotus throne, his expression finally becoming slightly solemn.

"Tsk, old demon, I underestimated you." The World Honored One muttered to himself, the cold indifference in his eyes replaced by a serious fighting spirit.

The black lotus platform beneath him began to spin rapidly, its petals unfurling, each petal displaying countless tiny golden Sanskrit characters that formed a thin yet resilient barrier.

The dark, deadly light that had eroded half of the Buddha's golden body emitted a "sizzling" corrosive sound when it encountered the rotating lotus platform barrier. Although its speed was slow, it continued to penetrate deeper.

"Amitabha? The Pure Land? This old ancestor will send you to see your Buddha right now!" The eerie laughter of the Black Crow Ancestor came from all directions, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. Countless avatars swarmed in, claws, black feathers, and death rays attacking Ksitigarbha from all sorts of tricky angles.

The person buried in the ground no longer spoke, but made hand seals like a butterfly flitting among flowers.

Sometimes he plucks a flower, sometimes he touches the ground, and sometimes he performs the Abhaya Mudra (gesture of fearlessness).

With each change of the hand seal, a space quietly vanishes, turning the approaching avatar and its attack into nothingness.

With a flick of the finger, three or five incarnations vanish like bubbles.

The impact left an imprint on the ground, causing the earth below to collapse and swallow up more than a dozen phantoms.

Before the Fearless Seal, the surging torrent of death rays was forcibly deflected, sweeping towards the distant Demon Mountain and quietly erasing one of its peaks.

His attacks were effortless and seemingly harmless, yet they contained the terrifying power of the supreme Buddhist law, precisely eroding the incarnation of the Black Crow Ancestor.

However, the true form of the Black Crow Ancestor was hidden among countless incarnations, its aura fluctuating wildly. The jet-black death light was extremely insidious, carrying a strong law of decay and death, constantly consuming Ksitigarbha's Buddhist essence and lotus platform defense.

On the other hand, the Arhats within the Vajra Subduing Demons Circle were also in a precarious situation.

A dozen demon gods bombarded the Buddha's protective shield. The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord struck the bone drum, each sound shaking the soul, and the Arhats with slightly weaker cultivation turned pale; Lady Yan Gu laughed and scattered pink miasma, attempting to erode the Buddha's heart; the Mighty Demon God manifested a ten-thousand-foot-tall demon body, his fists as large as mountains, smashing the shield until it flickered.

"Senior Sister Yuehua! This can't go on! The Buddhist power is being consumed too quickly!" Nine Flame Arhat roared, his body engulfed in raging golden flames, constantly repairing the torn gaps in the Buddhist light, but the speed of repair was gradually falling behind the speed of destruction.

The Moonlit Arhat's face was ashen. His gaze swept rapidly across the surrounding demons and gods, then suddenly fixed on a ninth-realm blood demon that was constantly spewing out filthy demonic blood, which was most corroding the Buddha's light.

"Nine Flames! Dragon Lord! Follow me and concentrate your forces to slay a portion of it! Target: that Blood Demon!" Moonflower Arhat made a decisive decision.

"it is good!"

"To avenge my wife, I'll collect some interest first!" Dragon Lord Arhat couldn't contain himself any longer.

The three instantly connected their auras, and the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle opened a tiny gap.

"Moonlight Purifies the World!"

"Nine Flames Burn the Heavens!"

"The raging dragon roars!"

The cold moonlight, the blazing golden flames, and the mournful dragon's roar—three incomparably powerful attacks merged into one, transforming into a beam of light interwoven with scorching white and golden red. Like a divine punishment, it instantly pierced through the void and precisely struck the Blood Demon who was vigorously spitting out demonic blood!

The Blood Demon was gloating over its erosion of the Buddha's light shield, never expecting that the opponent would dare to take the initiative to attack under such a siege, and even target him.

By the time it sensed the destructive energy fluctuations, it was already too late.

"No—!" It only managed to let out a short scream.

The blazing white beam of light engulfed everything. The ninth-realm blood demon, along with the several unfortunate demon lords around it, vaporized instantly under this attack, leaving not even a trace behind.

The violent energy shockwave even caused two nearby Ninth Realm Demon Gods to stagger backward, slowing their attacks.

The Vajra Subduing Demon Circle closed instantly, seizing several precious pearls, finally giving them a glimmer of hope!

One enemy has been successfully killed! The Arhats are slightly roused.

However, the demon god reacted faster and more cruelly.

"Useless!" One of the Black Crow Ancestor's avatars sneered, seemingly unconcerned about losing a subordinate.

The leading bird-headed demon god—Black Feather General—snarled with a fierce glint in his eyes, "Form the 'Ten Thousand Demons Bone-Corroding Formation'! Grind them to pieces!"

The remaining demons immediately changed formation, no longer attacking in a chaotic manner, but instead taking their positions, their demonic energy intertwining, and streaks of pitch-black demonic patterns appeared and intertwined in the void, forming a huge, ferocious demonic head phantom that opened its mouth and bit into the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle.

"laugh--!"

This time, the Buddha's light shield no longer trembled, but instead groaned under the strain! Its surface was even slightly concave by the demon's phantom, and the pure Buddha power was being consumed, eroded, and polluted at an unprecedented speed.

"Pfft!" Several Arhats with slightly weaker cultivation immediately spat out golden blood, their faces turning ashen.

Arhat Moonlight's face paled slightly, and he said urgently, "Quick! Infuse it with Buddhist power! We must not let it break open!"

All the Arhats desperately channeled their inner Buddhist energy, even burning their vows, struggling to maintain the barrier. The protective shield temporarily stabilized, but everyone knew that this was a case of exhausting resources and wouldn't last long.

"World Honored One!" Nine Flame Arhat looked anxiously toward the direction of Earth Burial, only to see that the battle there was on a higher level. Earth Burial was locked in battle with the main body of Black Crow Ancestor and his main incarnations. Buddhist light and demonic energy intertwined and collided, laws collapsed and were reborn. That space had been completely transformed into a death zone, which was impossible to approach or intervene in.

The World Honored One, Di Zang, had clearly noticed the predicament, but he was tightly entangled by the Black Crow Ancestor's eerie death light and countless incarnations, and for the time being, he was unable to break free and lend a hand.

The compassionate smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a cold, focused expression.

"Hehehe... Let's see how long you can hold out!" Black Feather God General laughed wildly, urging the great formation to intensify the erosion.

The light from the Buddha's aura dimmed at a visible speed.

Di Zang thought to himself that something was wrong. He had thought that there were only a few beings at the Ninth Realm Emperor level, but he did not expect that there was actually a Taiyi Golden Immortal hidden among them.

He accidentally kicked a hornet's nest. With the eleven Arhats under his command and the Ksitigarbha Buddha he worshipped, he had a continuous supply of resources and in a short period of time, he also reached the peak of the Ninth Realm Emperor, becoming one with himself.

An ordinary Golden Immortal could be easily killed with a single hand, but even this crow before us, though at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, possesses profound Buddhist teachings to contend with it.

However, they were held back here. The Black Crow General was clearly a Nascent Soul of the Black Crow Ancestor. His manifested form was no less powerful than the strongest Nine Flame Arhat.

With the addition of countless avatars, their side was temporarily suppressed.

Some Arhats pass away, and burial in the ground is not a concern; the Buddha, in his compassion, can redeem them. But if there are no unforeseen circumstances, after all the Arhats have passed away, I fear they might turn against me in the end.

In a split second, the decision to return to burial was made; it was time to go back...

The Emperor must be getting impatient!

The Origin Pearl of the Taiyi Realm is equivalent to several Origin Pearls of the Ninth Realm, which should be enough!

So, with a thought, he transmitted his voice to Long Gong and said, "Amitabha, please pass away first, to clear a path for us. After we return, we will rebuild the golden bodies of the couple!"