Amitabha Great Emperor, Yuhua Great Emperor, and others of the Medieval Era had all made terrifying attempts. They were masters of this path.
This Blood Sacrifice Altar was a stupa built by Amitabha Great Emperor. Through secret techniques, it sustained the Taiyin Emperor's Divine Resentment, observing the enduring evil thoughts of a Human Emperor to glimpse the mysteries of immortality.
"These bald donkeys really are no good!" The corner of Di Chu's mouth twitched, and he could not help grumbling.
Once, while crossing the starry sky with Black Emperor, Little White Tiger, and the others, he had inadvertently ended up on Amitabha Buddha Ancient Star and caused a great commotion there.
Because of that, he found those bald monks, outwardly righteous but actually sanctimonious, particularly irritating.
Of course, he also knew very well that there were some truly virtuous and respected monks who devoted themselves to cultivation, cherished compassion, and treated others kindly, but such people were far too few.
He still held little goodwill toward Buddhism as a whole.
Chapter 657: The Divine Organization? An artificial Saint Spirit?
Within Eastern Emperor Mountain.
Inside a magnificent divine hall.
The Eastern Emperor stood there.
Before him was an enormous altar.
Auspicious mist rose there, and myriad streams of rosy light shone. Vast quantities of power of faith gathered, surging like an ocean, crystalline as diamonds and water.
After attaining the Dao, every Supreme would become renowned throughout the universe and the Eight Wastelands, revered and celebrated by every race. They would inevitably gather boundless power of thought as a result. Bestowing it upon an artifact would grant it heaven-reaching, divine power, while taking it into oneself also offered endless wondrous uses.
As for precisely how the Great Emperors handled the power of faith, their methods differed, and it was difficult