novelzi Chapter 601 - 471: The Myriad Buddhas Kowtow
Chapter 601 - 471: The Myriad Buddhas Kowtow
In the blink of an eye, three hundred and thirty-three years passed swiftly.
In the borderlands between the Demon Race and the Human Race, tempestuous clouds gathered long ago, with murderous intent shooting towards the sky, as the pitch-black demon aura clashed with the brilliant humankind’s radiance. Thunder rolled through the air, primordial qi boiling as if in a frenzy, even distorting the void itself.
On the frontline of the Demon Race, the million-mile barricade of the demon realm stretched like a sleeping dragon. The ancient demon patterns engraved on the barricade had long dulled, covered in cracks, and what was once as dense as ink now trembled with unease, resembling a startled bird.
Facing them was the vast, endless army of the Human Race. A glance could not capture its entirety; the military formation of bronze war chariots unfolded like a steel torrent, war chariots engraved with sun, moon, and stars dao patterns, prompting a resonance with the heavens and earth’s primordial qi as they rotated. The roar of the rolling axles was like thunder grinding across the universe, each tremor causing the earth to rumble.
Banners flapped wildly in the fierce wind, producing a "fluttering" sound, the ancient character "human" glowing brilliantly on the banner’s surface, casting down thousands of humankind’s radiance. This radiance converged into turbulent torrents sweeping across the four corners, wherever it passed, demon wind receded, primordial qi bowed, even the void was illuminated brightly.
Zhang Daoxing, clad in a robe of the Nine Dragons, stood upon the peak of the Jiuxiao Clouds. Dragon patterns flowed on the robe, with the faint sound of dragon roars emanating, dao principles swirling around him, exuding the majesty of controlling the heavens and earth with every gesture.
As he raised his hand to lightly wave, behind him, the Human Race’s Divine Emperor emerged stepping out over the air. Their bodies exuded heavenly flames, divine grandeur illuminating thousands of miles, each emanating a formidable aura capable of suppressing the ancient times. The dao domain manifested, intimidating the universe.
Further following were countless Human Immortals and Heavenly Monarchs, immortal light dazzling like a galaxy, magical treasures roared and echoed, spirit light poured down like a suspended galaxy.
"Breach the gate!"
Zhang Daoxing’s voice was like a grand bell and drum, echoing through the heavens and earth, causing ripples in the void.
The torrent of humankind responded, countless rays of dao principles poured down like torrential rain, densely overwhelming, covering the sky, fiercely crashing towards the sealing realm barrier of the Demon Race.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three consecutive deafening explosions echoed, as the sealing realm barrier was repeatedly breached, its firm walls fragile as paper before the humankind’s torrent. Amidst flying rubble, demon aura’s mourning voices ceaselessly echoed, countless low-tier demons were crushed into ash by the divine light.
Three Demon Race Divine Emperor Lords’ expressions changed drastically, joining hands to attack, but they were besieged by several Human Race Divine Emperors. Their divine bodies exploded in the collision with dao principles, their primordial spirit was immediately extinguished upon departing from the body, divine soul eradicated within the humankind’s torrent, not even a shred of their residual soul remained.
With the fall of the divine emperors, the Demon Immortals couldn’t hold up either; immortal bones shattered, immortal essence scattered, all fell one after another; as for the Dharma Aspect Great Demons, countless died or were injured, corpses scattered everywhere, blood dyed the whole borderland, demon aura became increasingly sparse, the feeling of apprehension intensified.
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Within the core of the Demon Realm, deep inside the Ten Thousand Demons Palace.
The Great Demon Supreme suddenly opened his eyes, furious flames surged within his demon eyes, the billions of demon patterns surrounding him instantly surged, sweeping the entire Ten Thousand Demons Palace like a tsunami, the demon patterns on the palace’s beams and pillars trembled violently, ready to shatter at any moment.
"How dare you!"
"The immeasurable catastrophe hasn’t arrived, has Zhang Daoxing gone mad! To dare to deploy troops on such a scale, slaughtering my Demon Race’s people!"
As the flames of anger surged, the Great Demon Supreme quickly calmed himself, with a flash of a sinister look in his demon eyes.
Having lived for tens of thousands of years, having experienced countless storms, he naturally knew Zhang Daoxing was not one to act recklessly; such an overwhelming move must conceal a stunning scheme behind it.
He slowly raised his hand, wielding a completely pitch-black, strangely rune-covered Banner of Summoning Demons. As the banner waved, billions of demon power injected into it, an ancient and dignified summons echoed throughout every corner of the Demon Realm:
"All clans’ divine empires, swiftly come to the Ten Thousand Demons Palace for counsel!"
At the same time, his gaze pierced through layers of spatial barriers, disregarding a distance of billions of miles, and directed towards the direction of the Western Buddhist Kingdom, eyes sharp as a blade, carrying scrutiny and restraint.
"The three factions have always been a tripod of balance, those bald donkeys are always hypocritical and cunning, Zhang Daoxing suddenly moves so high-profile, there must be a collusion behind it."
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Western Buddhist Kingdom, deep within the Buddha Land, atop Spirit Mountain.
World Honored Ksitigarbha personally hosted a shocking array outside the formation, twenty-four circulation stars shadows slowly rotating, each star emitting gentle yet resilient Buddha light. As Buddhist charm flowed between stars, forming an invisible barrier, concealing the array completely. Unless a Saint descended, it would be challenging to discern even a fraction.
The Twenty-Four Circulation Stars Array, supreme technique bestowed by a Saint, transforming through Twenty-Four Circulations, capable of both concealing aura and gathering Buddha power from the heavens and earth, it was undeniably wondrous.
At the core of the formation, a ten-thousand-zhang high platform rose, piercing the clouds, built entirely from multicolored glazed gold bricks, gaps between bricks densely covered with numerous strange Buddhist runes. These runes intertwined, forming one sinister yet sacred pattern after another, radiating rich blood-colored Buddha light as they flowed.
At the center of the high platform, a three-inch high blood-colored figurine quietly floated. Its facial features blurred, yet vaguely resembling Chen Sheng by seven parts, wrapped in faint threads of causality.
A blood-colored ancient bronze lamp rested atop the blood-colored figurine’s head, its flame like blood, emitting a soul-devouring eerie aura as it flickered. Countless tiny divine soul shadows struggled and wailed within the flame; another ancient lamp beneath the figurine’s feet held flames black as ink, oozing the silence of life-annihilating death, freezing void slightly wherever it went.
The two ancient lamps faced each other, their flames intertwining into a blood-colored pillar, enveloping the blood-colored figurine, continually tempering the figurine’s form, rendering its aura increasingly condensed and terrifying.
Beneath the high platform, solemn chanting echoed, Brahma music haunting, carrying a tinge of bone-chilling coldness, reverberating within the whole formation.
Thirty-six golden-robed Buddhas sat cross-legged upon Nine-Grade Lotus Thrones, radiant with Buddha light like shining sunlight, each exuding a majestic aura. As Buddhist charm flowed around them, even the heavens and earth resonated, surrounded by three hundred and sixty-five bodhisattvas attired in colorful Buddhist robes, holding various Buddhist treasures, rosary beads, jade purification bottles, demon-conquering maces, and the like gleaming brightly, Buddhist charm flowing, aura thick.
Moreover, ten thousand Arhats lined up orderly, forming a vast Buddhist array, hands in prayer, chanting obscure Buddhist chants in unison, the chant converged into an invisible force, merging into the blood-colored figurine.
World Honored Ksitigarbha stood by the high platform, holding a roll of aged manuscript, emblazoned with golden Buddhist script bearing the words "Central Extreme Celestial Emperor Chen Sheng", styled in script threads intertwined with faint causal threads.
World Honored Ksitigarbha looked down at the manuscript, muttering in his heart:
"Three hundred and thirty-three years of Buddha and immortal submission, gathering billions of Buddha power and resentment, condensing the ’Karmic Fire Annihilating Divine Formation’. This formation borrows the power of causality, burning the divine with karmic fire; even if you are a Great Power of the Ninth Layer, today you will be gravely damaged by this array, divine soul eradicated!"
"An alien anomaly from outside the domain, blocking the emergence of the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon, hindering my Buddhist Kingdom’s grand pathway, such a menace cannot be allowed to remain!"
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"All monks, follow me in worship!"
World Honored Ksitigarbha suddenly shouted loudly, his voice permeated with majestic Buddha power, echoing throughout the whole array.
"Worship!"
"Worship!"
"Worship!"
Three sounds of "Worship" echoed into the sky, thirty-six Buddhas, three hundred and sixty-five Bodhisattvas, ten thousand Arhats simultaneously bowed.
They all bowed in unison toward the blood-colored figurine at the center of the high platform, their motions impeccably aligned. With each bow, a pure stream of Buddha power infused with a tinge of eerie resentment injected into the blood-colored figurine, deepening its blood hue, rendering its aura increasingly terrifying.
Simultaneously, World Honored Ksitigarbha’s sleeve quivered, retracting the twenty-four circulation stars array that enveloped the area.
Boom!
Heaven and earth shook, as the energy accumulated over three hundred and thirty-three years erupted with a roar, transforming into streams of invisible power, like countless invisible blades, striking straight toward the heavens.
Those streams of invisible power, carrying billions of Buddha power and resentment, moved with unimaginable speed, instantly traversing boundless space, ignoring spatial and temporal distances, directly pursuing Chen Sheng in the central extreme demon realm.