Full-time Creation Master

While Qiu Zhibai was besieging the Bone Nether Dragon and Old Madam Bai was restraining the Mirage Sea Dragon King Ant Mother, the strange phenomenon in the sky quietly dissipated.

The two distinct beams of lightning and Buddhist light that had previously separated and not interfered with each other slowly receded like the tide.

The blinding light gradually dimmed and eventually merged completely into the void, leaving no trace of energy.

The figure of the plane's true god, Lei, vanished instantly as the lightning dissipated.

No one knows where he went—perhaps he went to pursue the Queen of the Withered Bones.

Perhaps sensing other variables on the battlefield, he left behind only a faint trace of the Thunder Law, proving that he had appeared here.

Below on the battlefield, the old monk Ciming of Lingyin Temple stood where the Buddha's light had lingered, his expression still serene.

With hands clasped together, a Buddha-like aura emanated from his body, isolating him from the surrounding fighting and violence.

A Buddhist forbidden realm, complete with sound, light, and color, and possessing a magnificent aura, quietly unfolds around him—the [Ten Thousand Buddhas Realm].

This being, though not outwardly ostentatious, possessed a vast and boundless Buddhist power; pale golden Buddhist light swirled around him like a thin mist.

Transformed into countless miniature Buddha images, the soft chanting of sutras never ceased.

Wherever the sound waves reached, the murderous aura and violent magical energy around them were silently purified, and even the void became clear and peaceful.

Within the forbidden zone, the threads of cause and effect are faintly visible, making it impossible for evil forces to advance.

Even the deathly aura and malevolent energy of an emperor would be dissolved by the Buddha's light if it came within three feet.

The Buddha's light, shining for thousands of miles, forcefully created a secluded Buddhist paradise amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

PS: In fact, hundreds of places tens of thousands of miles away from the South China Sea battlefield have truly benefited from the Buddha's light, and many shadow and undead demons have gone into hiding!

Just then, a faint but clear voice transmitted...

The roar pierced through the deafening roar of the battlefield and even penetrated the Buddhist barrier of the [Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect Realm], steadily reaching Master Ciming's ears.

The one who transmitted the message was none other than the supreme ruler of the Great Xia Dynasty—Emperor Chu Ming.

At this moment, he stood in the sky above Jiangdong, dressed in a black embroidered Hanfu, his robes fluttering.

His body was surrounded by golden light formed from the condensed national fortune of the Great Xia Dynasty.

He held up an ancient and heavy bronze cauldron in his hands—the Yangzhou Cauldron, one of the Nine Cauldrons of Great Fortune.

He used his imperial authority to influence the fortune of the Great Xia Dynasty and activate the divine power of the cauldron.

It dispelled the forbidden spells and imperial-level rules that had dissipated from the aftershocks of the Southeast Sea battlefield, preventing the people of Jiangdong below from suffering collateral damage.

Through the illusory image projected by the Yangzhou cauldron, one could take in the entire battle raging in the Southeast Sea.

Occasionally, with a light tap of his fingertip on the cauldron, a command imbued with the emperor's will would pierce through the void.

The information was precisely transmitted to the core forbidden spell user on the battlefield, allowing him to calmly strategize the course of the entire battle.

No one dared to underestimate this emperor who was not an emperor. The Great Xia Forbidden Spell faction, though seemingly large and complex, was actually divided in its members.

Apart from the Imperial Curse controlled by Emperor Chu Ming using military tokens, the other curses each belong to their own factions (Chu Ming himself understands that a country that is entirely a 'puppet' cannot last long), and they are not convinced of each other's authority, so no one can truly rule them.

Although Qin Ye possessed top-tier strength, he was indifferent in nature.

He has never cared about factional disputes and never uses lethal force (according to consistent data), making him unfit for the responsibility of leadership;

Although these few reclusive masters of forbidden spells are of high seniority, outwardly respected, and their strength is barely acceptable, they have already become "hidden masters," so it's best if they don't come out!

Scary!

As for the ancient Chang Le forbidden spell, it only has a superficial respect and cannot control the situation at all.

Want to command other players of the same level in forbidden spell battles and counterattacks?

You're dreaming!

Only Chu Ming, with the authority of an emperor to back him up, the overwhelming power of the Great Xia Dynasty, and the support of top-tier forbidden spell combat power, is the only one who can command all forbidden spells.

"Master Ciming, I have a favor to ask of you."

Chu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a unique authority and certainty, without a single superfluous word; every syllable was an unquestionable command.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, it still gave Master Ciming a jolt.

Master Ciming suddenly opened his eyes, his previous calm and peaceful expression instantly replaced by barely concealed excitement, and the prayer beads he was twirling with his fingertips moved even faster.

His tone was filled with barely suppressed reverence and expectation as he bowed deeply (though unseen by anyone, it perfectly embodied Buddhist etiquette): "Your subject, Ciming, respectfully awaits Your Majesty's decree!"

Xuan Daozi, who noticed this scene on the battlefield: ...Pah, you bald Buddhist monk, you sycophant!

Master Ciming was filled with excitement—Buddhism has always been about practicing in seclusion.

Despite having Shaolin Temple, Gulan Temple, and Lingyin Temple as its strongholds, it has had few opportunities to show its prowess in recent years' battles against demons.

In short, it has never been able to truly gain a foothold in the Great Xia court and the camp of forbidden spells, nor to demonstrate the value of Buddhism.

And the Snow Dance Fairy is also the founder of the Taoist sect!

Now that Chu Ming has personally given the order, it is undoubtedly the best opportunity for the Buddhist sect to show its strength.

If I can successfully fulfill His Majesty's request, I will not only live up to the Emperor's favor,

This will allow Buddhism to establish itself in Great Xia and let the world once again recognize the power of Buddhism.

Master Ciming had long awaited this opportunity.

Chu Ming seemed to sense his excitement, and his tone softened slightly.

Yet he maintained his imperial dignity: "Please, Master, move aside."

Seek an opportunity to convert or suppress that minor emperor-level golden titan.

"Don't rush. We can wait until the two Golden Titans finish their battle with Godzilla, Rodan, and the Troll King Kong before making our move."

The two Emperor-level Titans, Firewing Rodan (a sub-Emperor) and Troll King Kong (a true Emperor/semi-Emperor in combat strength), were both summoned by Godzilla and dared to directly participate in the battle; they were powerful beings.

He paused, then added, his voice carrying a deeper meaning: "And the foundation of the martial arts path of the Great Xia (serum)."

What's missing now is the gene of a Titan emperor.

I trust the Buddhist community with this matter.

Golden Titans, upon reaching adulthood, are supreme monarchs or even sub-emperors!

The ancient giants/Titan race, the universally acknowledged emperors of all the giant clans!

Belonging to the ancient god system, they were once the protectors of mankind in ancient times (humans had to offer sacrifices to beg for protection).

A race with a deep-seated hatred for the Parthenon, which once publicly declared that "the last golden Titan is dead!"

Its form was enormous, standing tall in the sky like a majestic mountain peak, its body covered in golden, lava-red armor, and surrounded by the flames of the sun.

A constant "Radiant Sun Ring" surrounds its body, and every few seconds, black flames erupt simultaneously.

The flames were dazzling, comparable to a sun fallen to earth, and their imposing presence was like a moving sun demon.

They possess the core control over the sun's origin, and their power originates from the sun. They are among the few beings born with the ability to control flames comparable to those of the Great Celestial Seed.

Its flames—Golden Blazing Sun Fire—can easily melt magical armor, burn a mage's soul, and even penetrate forbidden spell-level barriers, causing annihilation of both body and soul.

The constantly surrounding molten gold ring serves as both a defensive barrier and a means of attack.

When the divine ring rotates, it can release a massive amount of solar power, which can withstand forbidden spell-level bombardment. Ordinary attacks cannot even touch the Golden Titan's body.

Physically, the Titan race possesses an innate physique, with bodies as hard as ancient lava. Paired with golden armor, their defense is unmatched, capable of withstanding forbidden spells and knightly contract attacks.

Currently, the (living) bloodline source of the Giant Serum is only three Blue Star Titans (their race is at the Quasi-Monarch level), with the highest being at the Grand Monarch level (which is still the result of a powerful human empowerment)!

It can't even compare to the Silvermoon Titan, let alone the Golden Titan!

Now is the perfect time to reap the rewards!

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