Shakyamuni smiled and nodded, as kind and gentle as ever. "Good. When the time comes, I shall await the Demon Lord's arrival."
Hearing this, the It-Transformed Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord knew that the Buddha's attainment of the Dao was now a foregone conclusion. After a long silence, he finally made up his mind: This humiliation must be washed away, this promise must be honored—only by attaining the Dao could he swear it.
The Heavenly Demon Relic suddenly bloomed with ten thousand rays of purple light, condensing into a towering throne. The Heavenly Demon Lord sat upon it, swept his sleeve, and led hundreds of millions of Heavenly Demons as they tore through the void and returned to the Outer Realm Heavenly Demon Realm.
In this battle, Buddha Shakyamuni had prevailed by a slight move, subduing the It-Transformed Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord. After the battle, his Primordial Spirit became ever clearer, and in the depths of fate, he sensed the Heavenly Dao Dharma Wheel slowly turning. The Buddha's heart was crystal clear: the opportunity to attain the Dao had arrived.
Sure enough, rolling thunder suddenly erupted in the void, and boundless majestic voices descended from the heavens. The earth split open in answer, and ten thousand golden lotuses burst furiously from the soil; exotic flowers and jade grass scattered like rain, blanketing mountains and rivers.
The sky suddenly tore apart, and ten thousand heavenly flowers surged from the void, falling in a rustling shower like snow and rain. A faint fragrance drifted through the air, gathering into a vast torrent that spanned hundreds of millions of li of empty space in an instant.
BOOM
From the depths of the void, brilliant colors suddenly burst forth. Rosy light rose like smoke, curling upward as it cleansed the heavens, its lingering resonance refusing