Chapter 845 (1/2)
Watching the incident unfolded before the eyes of Tian Dao and Buddhism, the expressions on their faces gradually changed.
The Emperor was born of chaos. In order to prevent him from going to h.e.l.l, both Tian Dao and Buddhism had exhausted their minds and finally, they managed to convince him.
Now, he had abandoned the divine psyche. This meant that there would be an unprecedented Great Demon King in the next Three Paths, or in other words, in h.e.l.l!
At that time, it did not matter if it was Buddhism or Tian Dao since both would be trampled under his feet, unable to turn over a new leaf!
No way!
He must not turn into a demon!
Amidst his fury, Tian Dao sent down 30,000 mythical soldiers, scheming to envelop the Emperor at the initial stage of his fall from Heaven!
However, no mythical soldier could enter the chaos.
Three days later, the Emperor finally metamorphosed into a demon in the evening!
The Sea of Blood welled up in an unfamiliar wave as countless demons cheered and turned into their original forms, surging out from the man’s back.
An innumerable amount of black crows whizzed past in the sky, and the black river beneath the 18 layers of h.e.l.l seemed to have come to a boil.
The man simply stood amongst the mult.i.tude of demons. One wicked grin cracked across his face could make the Dead Sea seethe.
This was undoubtedly a catastrophe for Tian Dao and Buddhism.
The destiny was broken, the demon had broken out of the earth’s crust and the beautiful and deadly melodies of the mermaids echoed in the magical realm.
These 100 years marked the absolute century of disgrace for Tian Dao and Buddhism.
They were no longer the hegemon of the Six Paths, and everything was impeded and jumbled up, all because the person in command of the next Three Paths was the Emperor of the G.o.ds.
In order to follow him, many of Tian Dao’s people had transformed into their natural selves. Hundreds of demons wandered at night and roamed the heaven and earth freely. Such a majestic view was a rare sighting in the world.
Buddhism’s people began to rejoice the fact that every person who had abandoned the divine psyche would eventually lose their memory of being a G.o.d in chaos.
Otherwise, the Emperor who had transformed into a demon would unquestionably bring forth fellow demons to attack Mountain Tenya to avenge the witch who was held captive!
However, no matter how fortunate they believed they were, Buddhism was still Buddhism. He was still unable to live with the fact that those demons in the next Three Paths dared to show no respect to them.
In the course of time, an aura of resentment against the people of the Netherworld began brewing in their hearts.
However, the Buddha’s body of Venerable was already destroyed when the Emperor fell from heaven.
None of Buddhism’s people now could be his opponent.
Unless…
“Venerable, for the sake of all living beings under this vast sky, you can no longer let the demons continue wreaking havoc. Someone must go to Mount Buzhou and somebody else ought to clear the Sea of Blood in h.e.l.l.”
Honored Sir sat in the twilight, the scar that stretched from his forehead to his chin glistening in the dim light. It seemed more terrifying than the evil spirits in h.e.l.l. “For every day the Sea of Blood is not cleared, there is one less day where the True Buddha can be united. For hundreds of years, however, changes would arise continuously after the Sea of Blood is cleared. This time it all happened due to the Magic Paths. The only way to solve it is to allow Phoenix to make another trip to h.e.l.l. Although there’s still a year to go, I have to do so for the sake of the world. Buddha shall be merciful and understanding.” Speaking, Honored Sir looked to his left and continued, “Golden Lotus, please ring the bell. It’s time for the door of Leiyin Temple to reopen.”
“Yes.” Golden Lotus turned away to leave and her prayer beads tumbled with heavy Sanskrit.
Phoenix emerged from the Light of Buddha. Behind it stood the snow-covered Mountain Tenya, the beauty of the legendary Forbidden Land of Buddha that no one could describe with words.
Still, the most fascinating was unarguably the wanton, lazy figure. It had been a century and the ancient Phoenix still retained her stunning beauty. Especially when she sauntered toward you, that pair of mysterious raven eyes were attractive as ever, as if you would easily get sucked within.
She seemed to have grown even n.o.bler than before, with the silky black hair tumbling off her shoulders immersed in the ice, topped with her pure, snowy white ca.s.sock, her fiery cloak, and her ultimate pride and charm.
As she saw Golden Lotus, the smile on Phoenix’s face remained unchanged. She tossed the scriptures in her palms aside without uttering a word.
Golden Lotus slowly clenched her fists hidden under her long sleeves a couple of times before she put on a gentle smile and trailed behind her.
Buddhism knew best when it came to presenting a façade of peace and prosperity. Without a mention of the history of this past century, he began to read the scriptures. “Phoenix, the Sea of Blood in h.e.l.l has risen again. The True Buddha cannot be united unless h.e.l.l is clean. Please go and terminate the extreme evil under the heavens.”