In the Western Buddhist Realm, at Sumeru Buddha Mountain, with the final calamity descending and the faith of Buddha Mountain at its weakest, the Lord of the Demon Realm arrived in person, his Demonic Might shaking the world.
Upon Buddha Mountain, every Bodhisattva and Arhat facing the power of the Lord of the Demon Realm felt despair.
Strong—far too strong.
The Demon Lord's power was absolutely no weaker than that of the Western Buddha.
Their sole hope had been shattered as well.
In the void, the Western Buddha sat high upon a lotus platform. Though he knew the demonic calamity had come to Buddha Mountain, his expression showed little change.
He had ruled the West for more than a hundred thousand years. He had indulged others, and he had made mistakes.
Now, retribution had finally arrived.
Perhaps Cihang's choice had been the right one.
"Amitabha."
The Western Buddha recited a Buddhist invocation, his gaze fixed on the Lord of the Demon Realm in the void. "If I die and yield Mount Sumeru, will Your Excellency spare the countless living beings of the Buddhist Realm?"
In the void, the Lord of the Demon Realm stood amid surging demonic qi and replied calmly, "Of course. I do not wish to slaughter innocents either. I merely wish to reclaim what was lost in those years."
"Buddha Lord!"
Below, Bodhisattvas and Arhats alike showed anxious expressions. The Buddha Lord was actually going to hand Mount Sumeru over to these demons?
"Amitabha."
The Western Buddha raised a hand, stopping the Bodhisattvas and Arhats below from speaking further. Looking at the Lord of the Demon Realm before him, he said calmly, "Very well. I hope the Demon Lord will strictly uphold his promise."
As his words fell, the Western Buddha closed his eyes and began chanting