Chapter 363 Zhenwu and the World Honored One

Chapter 363 Zhenwu and the World Honored One

Chapter 363 Zhenwu and the World Honored One

The moment the List of Conferred Gods was successfully refined, thousands of purple rays of light appeared like an inverted galaxy, and the ancient divine patterns on the list swallowed and exhaled the laws of the void, and every flow of the patterns burst out with a roar of the creation of the world.

Zhenwu stood in the air with his hands behind his back. The twenty-eight constellations on his robe and the inscription on the list complemented each other, just like stars falling into the mortal world. He stared at the faintly visible galaxy map in the list and suddenly said, "Now the Conferred God List is complete, but there is still a long way to go. You still need to go somewhere."

Xu Qing stroked the broken pieces of the bronze mirror with his fingertips. The shadow of the Investiture of the Gods reflected in the mirror began to ripple, and a trace of chaotic energy seeped out from the cracks on the edges: "I would like to hear more about it."

"Ancient Temple." As the three words Zhenwu came out, the surrounding space cracked like colored glass. The weak water rock wall actually condensed into thousands of sword shadows, trembling.

These three words seem to contain the laws of heaven, outlining an ancient totem in the void, causing heaven and earth to resonate.

"Ancient Temple?" Xu Qing's pupils shrank slightly, and the black and white lines on his forehead unconsciously flowed. He had once caught a glimpse of it in Taiyi Daozhong's memory. It was a forbidden place that buried the secret of the origin of Taixu. Every brick and stone in the temple was engraved with prophecies that transcended time and space.

Changchun Zhenjun took a step forward, and the pure Yang Dao fire around his body suddenly surged, condensing into a shadow of Lu Zu holding a sword behind him. The Dao fire flickered and burned the void with charred marks: "The ancient temple is hidden deep in the core of the Lingtai Star Sea. Junior Brother Yuyang and I know the way, and we can lead Fellow Daoist Xu to go with us."

True Lord Yuyang waved his whisk lightly, and spiritual light sprinkled like starlight, "It should be so."

Xu Qing looked at the unconcealed fiery in the eyes of the two True Lords, and suddenly felt his mind clear. In the past, when they lowered their eyes to recite the scriptures, their eyes were filled with ashes of a thousand years of silence, but now they seemed to have ignited the fire of Nirvana.

Xu Qing understood that behind this change was the power of hope.

The universe is like a prison, and everyone is like a puppet. He may be the key to breaking the shackles and bringing new life. From this perspective, the name of "Demon" seems a bit ironic. Perhaps, in the near future, he should be called "Xu Tiandi"?
The Emperor of Heaven who leads all living beings to break free from the shackles of their cages!
"In this case, I will rely on you two seniors."

Before he finished speaking, Zhenwu had already stepped out of the void. He tapped his toes lightly, and the mysterious water energy around him turned into thousands of dragons, instantly engulfing his body. The aura that was so overwhelming just now dissipated without a trace in an instant, leaving only the mysterious water patterns that were faintly visible on the rock wall, indicating the presence of this demon-slaying ancestor.

Faintly emerging from the water ripples is an ancient battle diagram, seemingly telling of Zhenwu’s glorious military exploits in the past.

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Deep in the void, undercurrents are as dark as ink, surging with the remnant souls of ancient gods and demons. Zhenwu travels through the cracks of time and space, breaking the boundary between reality and illusion with every step.

Different from the grandeur of the three major Taoist sects occupying the starry sky, the Taixu Illusionary Realm where the Taixu Taoist Sect is located is like an isolated glass island floating in the chaos, surrounded by twelve chains formed by chaotic energy.

From a distance, it looks like abacus beads left behind by an ancient god, and each bead contains enough power to destroy the stars.

As he was walking, spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared in the void, and a tremendous pressure poured out from the cracks.

Zhenwu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a ten-thousand-foot-high mountain tearing through time and space.

That is……

Lingshan appears!

The entire mountain is made of colorful glazed tiles. What flows in the mountain is not stream water, but liquid Buddhist and Taoist scriptures. Every drop of water that falls explodes a golden lotus in the void. When the lotus blooms, bursts of Sanskrit sounds are heard, which cause the nearby space-time fragments to be annihilated.

Countless bronze bells are hung on the eaves of the Great Leiyin Temple on the top of the mountain. The bells are engraved with Sanskrit, and they can actually recite the rhythm of the Diamond Sutra without wind. Wherever the bells sound, layers of golden ripples appear in the space.

Three thousand Arhats sit cross-legged in the square in front of the temple, and the golden threads on their robes interweave into a vast Buddhist light.

When they chanted, what came out of their mouths were not sounds, but materialized golden swastikas that piled up into a tower in the void.

Each tower contains the power to suppress the heavens. The Buddha's light flowing through the tower dispels the surrounding darkness, revealing countless skeletons of gods and demons hidden in the darkness.

The Buddha's light of the entire Lingshan Mountain was extremely domineering. Wherever it passed, even the chaotic air of the void was forcibly purified into clear white jade color, and the air was filled with a heart-pounding sacred breath.

Zhenwu looked at this familiar and flamboyant scene, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips. When Sakyamuni first entered Taixu, he used such thundering means to forcibly open up the Lingshan Dojo under the gaze of many powerful people.

It is said that the lotus platform under his seat is the core of a certain universe. He can mobilize the power of three thousand worlds with a wave of his hand. Even time and space are nothing but dough that can be kneaded at will. At this moment, the space around Lingshan Mountain is distorted more and more violently, and the shadow of the Buddha Kingdom is faintly emerging in the void.

Just as Zhenwu was thinking, the main gate of the Great Leiyin Temple burst open, and the picture of the Eighteen Layers of Hell carved on the gilded gate came alive and turned into billowing black mist that rushed towards him.

In the black fog, a golden figure walked out slowly. Wherever the lotus platform passed, the black fog turned into golden lotus. When the golden lotus bloomed, it exuded bursts of strange fragrance. The fragrance was warm but with a hint of murderous intent.

"Amitabha." Sakyamuni put his hands together, and the red dot between his eyebrows overflowed with thousands of golden lights, dyeing the surrounding space into lapis lazuli color.

The cassock he was wearing fluttered without wind, and in each fold was a miniature version of the six realms of reincarnation, where countless beings were struggling between life and death. "Fellow Daoist Zhenwu is in a hurry, could you please stop for a moment and discuss cause and effect with me?"

As he raised his hand, a twelve-level golden lotus broke out of the ground, level with his lotus platform. Flowing on the lotus petals were actually the concrete patterns of the Taixu Law, and each pattern was flashing with mysterious light.

As soon as the name "Zhenwu" came out.

The demons and arhats who didn't know the origin of Zhenwu looked at each other blankly, while the old monsters who knew the reputation of the ancestor of demons were so scared that they went limp. You know, this generation of Zhenwu used the Xuanshui flag as a template to melt the essence of 90% of the demons in Taixu and forge the Heaven-Covering Flag. It is rumored that once this flag is unfolded, it can wrap the entire universe. The wails of thousands of demons can still be heard in the patterns on the flag, and each wails contains endless resentment.

It is indeed the ultimate nightmare of all demons in the world.

"What cause and effect are you talking about?" Zhenwu responded calmly.

Sakyamuni tapped his fingertips, and thousands of golden ropes suddenly fell from the dome of the Great Leiyin Temple, weaving the void into a Buddhist boundary. The golden ropes were engraved with ancient Buddhist mantras, and each mantra radiated a dazzling light. When he spoke, every word sounded like a Buddhist bell, and wherever the sound waves passed, ripples appeared in the space: "I am advising fellow Taoists to turn back and not get involved in the disputes of the Heavenly Court again."

Zhenwu stroked the Heaven Covering Banner at his waist. The dark patterns on the banner glowed faintly, and a ferocious demon face appeared faintly on the banner. He said calmly:

"You, Sakyamuni, got involved in this matter before I did."

Shakyamuni: "I have my own difficulties. If you get involved, it will only increase the uncertainty. It is definitely not a good thing." The golden body behind him trembled slightly, emitting a stronger pressure. Zhenwu couldn't help but laugh loudly, and the laughter shook the Lingshan Mountain, and cracks appeared in the surrounding space: "What do you mean by definitely not a good thing? You, Shakyamuni, are involved in too many things."

The aura around him surged, and the mysterious water energy transformed into a huge water dragon, circling behind him.

Shakyamuni's expression was stern: "In order to save sentient beings, I have to get involved in right and wrong. Sorry for the offense!"

Before he finished speaking, the three thousand Arhats received the Buddha's order from Sakyamuni, and golden light shot out from their eyes. The golden light intertwined in the air to form the text of the Shurangama Sutra, and each word exuded a sacred light, turning into chains that suppressed the heavens and roared towards Zhenwu.

Wherever the chains passed, the space let out mournful wails, as if it was afraid of the upcoming battle.

In an instant, the Heaven-Covering Flag flew out of Zhenwu's sleeve and turned into a black dome that covered the universe. This treasure, forged from the essence of the Taixu demon, had ferocious demon faces on its surface, and each face was emitting a soul-stirring scream. The corner of the flag shook slightly, and the whistling Buddha chains actually collapsed inch by inch. The Vajra Subduing Demon Formation formed by the three thousand Arhats was like thin paper under the pressure of the Heaven-Covering Flag. When the formation collapsed, there was an earth-shaking explosion that shook the sacred mountain.

"Collect!" Zhenwu shouted coldly, and the Heaven Covering Flag turned into a gluttonous mouth, swallowing all three thousand Arhats. After a moment, golden Qi oozed out of the flag, which was the essence of those arrogant demon monks that was instantly refined. The Qi gathered in the air to form a golden river, and bursts of screams came from the river from time to time, which was creepy.

This scene shocked Lingshan Mountain and caused cracks to appear on countless Buddha statues.

The white hair between Sakyamuni's eyebrows suddenly blossomed, and a three-foot golden body appeared behind him. His left hand formed the Dharma Realm Seal, and his right hand raised the Tathagata Palm. When this palm fell, the void was smashed into dust, and countless Buddha phantoms emerged from the palm lines. Wherever it passed, the space was like colored glaze hit by a heavy hammer, cracking inch by inch. Wherever the palm wind went, a golden storm was set off, and the storm was mixed with countless Buddhist mantras, with infinite power.

Zhenwu pointed his sword toward the sky, and seven dark sword lights burst out from his head, which was the "Kai Tian Style" from Zhenwu's unique skill "Xuan Tian Seven Swords". At the moment when the sword light collided with the Buddha's palm, the roar of dragons and tigers came from the depths of the void, and the fragments of time and space within a million miles were shaken and flew all over the sky.

The first seven Buddha palms exploded in the sword shadow, and each explosion emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire void.

However, when the eighth palm "Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage" fell, the golden light turned into millions of Buddha shadows, covering Zhenwu's body. The weapons in the hands of the Buddha shadows flashed with cold light, forming an airtight formation, trapping Zhenwu in the center.

"Puff!" Zhenwu spat out blood, and the black Taoist robe was burned by the Buddha's light, and the burnt marks emitted bursts of burnt smell. But he took advantage of the situation and stabbed the last sword light into the golden body of Sakyamuni. Wherever the Xuantian Sword passed, the Buddha's blood fell like golden rain, corroding the rock wall of Lingshan into a bottomless gully. Golden smoke continued to emerge from the gully, and bursts of Buddhist chants came from the smoke, as if mourning for this battle.

The golden body of Sakyamuni trembled, and he sighed: "Daoyou Zhenwu, do you really want to be my enemy?"

Zhenwu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the Zhatian Flag automatically flew back to his waist. The flag expanded several times due to absorbing a huge amount of Yuan Qi, and the demon face on the surface became even more hideous.

"What you give today will be richly rewarded tomorrow."

After saying this, the mysterious water energy around him surged, and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the depths of the void. When he left, the aura he left behind formed a huge vortex in the air, and the afterimages of the battle flashed in the vortex from time to time. At the foot of the sacred mountain, the refined spirits of the three thousand arhats were turning into dots of starlight and blending into the patterns of the sky-covering flag. Between the twinkling stars, there was a faint sound of Buddhist chanting, as if telling the fierceness of this battle.

Sakyamuni did not pursue him. He looked at the direction where Zhenwu left, his eyes as deep as the abyss. He knew very well that Zhenwu, who had been hit by his palm, would not be born again within 500 years. He turned and walked into the Great Leiyin Temple. The temple door slowly closed, as if nothing had happened, but the remaining fighting atmosphere around Lingshan was telling of the earth-shaking battle just now.

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Zhenwu turned into the mysterious water of the Milky Way and fell into the illusory world of Taixu.

A monumental building called Beitianmen stands here.

"Emperor, who could possibly hurt you? Could it be Sakyamuni?" An ethereal female voice was heard, followed by wisps of Taoist energy that turned into a carpet and led Zhenwu into the Beitianmen.

Zhenwu walked in and saw an illusory river in front of him, as if it were made of moonlight.

He said slowly: "Shakyamuni is more terrifying than before."

When Sakyamuni sent away the four great Taoist patriarchs, he did not have the supernatural powers he has today.

Over the years, the other party's magical powers have recovered to an even more terrifying level, which is really not a good thing.

"He is beyond the Three Realms and not within the Five Elements. The fact that he has become even more terrifying shows that the Taixu Universe..." the woman responded.

Zhenwu continued, "This shows that the space-time barrier of the Taixu Universe is stronger than before and closer to the origin universe."

The woman was the leader of the Taixu Dao Sect. She asked faintly, "Emperor, do we still have a chance to get out?"

Sakyamuni is an extremely special existence, and his supernatural powers represent the upper limit of the Taixu universe.

The stronger Sakyamuni becomes, the more it proves that the upper limit of the Taixu universe is constantly rising.

The time and space rift that was opened by the great battle between the four great Taoist patriarchs and Sakyamuni in the past would never be opened now.

Zhenwu: "I believe in that kid. It's a pity that I was hit by Sakyamuni and can't go out to help him for 500 years. I am destined to miss this killing calamity."

The leader of Taixu Dao Sect said: "Five hundred years is just a blink of an eye for us. However, will Sakyamuni still take action against the Heavenly Court?"

Zhenwu shook his head: "He was hit by my Xuantian Sword. Although his injury is less serious than mine, he will not attack again in the next few decades. Otherwise, even with his special features, he will be assimilated by the origin of the Taixu Universe. The consequences will be more serious than being injured."

The leader of the Taixu Dao Sect nodded and said, "The origin of the Taixu universe comes from the Great Heavenly Venerable. If Sakyamuni is contaminated and assimilated, he will be the same as us."

Zhenwu: "It's a pity that we have the power to traverse the universe and the means to reach the sky and the earth, but we are just a group of prisoners."

"We are born this way, and there is nothing we can do about it. In fact, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of Sakyamuni, who pointed out that all phenomena are like dreams and bubbles, we would not have been able to perceive the truth."

"But he may not have good intentions."

(End of this chapter)