The Great Peacock Wisdom King lowered his head and remained silent. Some things, you know the consequences as soon as you do them.
"For religion, nothing is more abhorrent than heresy. In this respect, you are not even as good as Shakyamuni," the Time Avatar commented again, his gaze distant, overlooking the entire Western Desert.
If the deity herself were here, she might embrace her and offer gentle comfort, then use her hands and feet, and before long, they would proceed to the well-known step of baptizing this powerful female Buddha's body.
But the Time Avatar is different. He was destined to be born for enlightenment when he was created, so he is indifferent to women unless the original consciousness is revived and his nature is distorted.
It can be said that the time clone is Su Yu's aspiration for himself, his ideal self.
But in reality, it's often not possible.
The original Su Yu was wounded by lust and could no longer change, so he could only rely on his clone, shaping the ideal self he had at the beginning of his life into Shi Ming.
This is why Su Yu Xiang Yufei.
He admired the Central Emperor from the beginning; people always obsessively pursue what they lack. Lacking unwavering affection, he obsessively pursued a woman who loved only him...
In the vast sky, the Great Peacock Wisdom King's expression was complex; this defeat had dealt her a significant blow. But more importantly, it affected the near future.
After the Immortal Road Immortality, Buddhist Sect may decline. This time, the Western Desert has gathered too many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and many self-proclaimed Buddhist practitioners have emerged to use their Life to prove Amitabha Buddha's last will and testament.
"Perhaps, there is still something I can do..." the female Quasi-Emperor murmured to herself, unable to let go of the Buddhist Sect after all, wanting to preserve some seeds for the Western Desert.
The next moment, she split into hundreds of clones and went to some of the most famous ancient temples in the Western Desert, intending to take away some promising players.
Time Split remained noncommittal regarding her thoughts.
If it were the Venerable One himself, he might be quite happy, but the gender ratio of the Buddhist Sect disciples he would take with him would likely be rather exaggerated...
At the Mount Sumeru, the Quasi-Emperor inside heard the Arhat's report and learned of the Peacock Wisdom King's actions. He snorted coldly, his face filled with anger, and his entire body was engulfed in terrifying Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
"The matter was not even started, yet it has already failed; now they have plundered our Buddhist Sect prodigy."
"Buddha, what should we do now? Peacock Supreme Sage is, after all, Quasi-Emperor..."
"Zhixian? She has fallen into demonic ways, disobeying the Buddha's decrees; she is a heretic." The old Buddha rebuked her fiercely, then took a step and left the Great Thunderclap Temple.
"Come forth with your pestle, and I will vanquish the demon!"
The ancient Buddha moved, summoning the golden Vajra Demon-Subduing Pestle. At the same time, Mount Sumeru with Wuliang light, and pure spiritual power surged like a galaxy, protecting his body as he prepared to fight.
When he encountered the Peacock Wisdom King, the old man made Lion's Roar gesture, trying to quickly suppress the opponent and avoid causing too much turmoil.
Suddenly, a gaze descended, carrying a terrifying pressure that could shatter three thousand realms and sweep across the nine heavens. The power was highly concentrated, focusing solely on the newcomer without leaking out in the slightest.
The Buddhist Sect Quasi-Emperor finally came to his senses. His face was deathly pale, and he felt a chill run down his spine. His palms were sweaty. Even the Demon-Subduing Pestle, which the Buddha Emperor had personally crafted, could not give him any sense of security.
He felt ice-cold all over, and a great fear gripped his heart.
"Senior..." He had barely opened his mouth when he realized his voice was trembling.
"Having another direction isn't a mistake." A voice came from all around, distant and vast, its source elusive, as if it appeared out of nowhere.
The voice was calm, yet it carried a great majesty, like a Immortal King descending upon the mortal realm, bringing a sense of awe and fear.
"Yes..."
The old Buddha echoed him tremblingly. His previous thunderous rage and the imposing aura of ruling a powerful force were gone. He hadn't felt this way since his first step onto the path of cultivation, when he followed his master...
The ancient Buddha was unaware that the person speaking had actually been nearby, but the other person didn't want him to see them, so he couldn't see them...
The Time Avatar's eyes swirled with the Sun-Moon, and stars. Within its sight stretched the vast Western Desert, with its myriad ancient temples and countless magnificent monasteries. Arhats and Bodhisattvas condensed their Buddha-light, chanting scriptures, an endless expanse, all contained within a single glance.
This is clearly a prosperous Buddhist kingdom.
But soon, the Western Desert will collapse, Mount Sumeru will fall, and all living beings in this place will be wiped out.
After thinking for a moment, the Time Clone pressed down with a finger, and in an instant, illusory Dao patterns cascaded down like a waterfall, transforming into hundreds of rays of light that radiated outwards.
At the same time, many female bodhisattvas who were practicing asceticism in the Buddhist temple had their minds clouded by dust. Their primordial spirits in the pure land of the Buddhist Sect were being drawn by some inexplicable law, and their souls were stained with a faint layer of purple-gold smoke.
Outside, many nuns were horrified, discovering that the bodhisattvas, seated high above, had barely a breath, and the blood within their bodies surged like a mighty river, the roaring sound reaching the outside world, which was utterly terrifying.
Moreover, the bodies of these Bodhisattvas were also burning with a faint crimson flame, showing signs of collapse.
Just as the nuns sent out a message informing them of what had happened, a loud bang was heard, and the golden lotus throne shattered. Light rain rose all around, and golden mist filled the air, creating an atmosphere of indescribable mystery and holiness. Those who witnessed it were filled with panic, feeling as if they were surrounded by darkness and nothingness.
"The Great Abbot has passed away!" A cry rang out, and everyone in the temple knelt down. The nuns wept uncontrollably, unable to believe what had happened.
Similar events occurred in many ancient temples in the Western Desert, including the Great Thunderclap Temple on Mount Sumeru. One after another, highly accomplished female Buddhist practitioners who had attained golden bodies "perished" in this upheaval.
Instantly, the entire Buddha Realm was plunged into a gloomy and desolate atmosphere.
In the Great Luo Heaven, the Illusory Realm, a colossal silver-gold tree soars into the sky. All around is utterly silent, save for the rosy glow and the dancing pale silver petals, their fragrance carrying an intoxicating Daoist charm.
In the distance, hundreds of pure souls emerged from the River of the Underworld, their eyes filled with bewilderment, as if on a pilgrimage to the most sacred place...
Chapter 725 Fish Crossing the Line of Fate
In the blink of an eye, within a week, nearly a hundred pillars of the Buddhist Sect perished. Their cultivation was above that of Saint, and they had achieved "golden bodies," making them Venerable or bodhisattvas, the backbone of the Shakya Realm.
Many other Buddhist Sect geniuses with innate wisdom also died mysteriously, but because their spiritual level was too low, the resulting phenomena were not too significant.
The fall of those great figures had a tremendous impact; the entire Mount Sumeru was in turmoil, and mourning was heard everywhere.
The Great Thunderclap Temple fell silent, even the Demon-Subduing Pestle was awakened, and the gods revived. The impact of this event was immense.
Strangely, the Buddhist Sect sect's investigation yielded no clues.
The only explanation is that something went wrong in the Primordial Spirit Realm, causing these Venerable and bodhisattvas to fall into the abyss and unconsciously embark on the path of transformation.
Another theory involves the rift in the Immortal Road, suggesting that the primordial spirits of the Buddhas were affected by the Immortal Road —those Saint who perished before the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land also turned into a rain of light, dying in illusions.
Finally, the Primordial Spirit Realm of the Buddha Realm was closed and will not be reopened for a short period of time, thus concluding this matter.
"Boom!"
Outside the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, a massive crack opened up, growing ever larger, a sight that sent chills down one's spine. Like the calm before a sudden storm, the breach gradually subsided after its final expansion.
The saints who had left the Great Saint have all returned one after another—they have moved their sects away and are single-mindedly pursuing their promise to the Immortal Road.
The voices within the Saint Cliff grew increasingly hysterical; the Undying Daoist had completely gone mad.
Unknown ancient languages echoed within the black ancient mountain, incomprehensible to anyone, yet their timeless and boundless aura, like the River of Time, was clearly revealed.
An elderly person, over seven thousand years old, has researched and deduced that it is a divine language from the Mythological Era. They have tried to decipher it, but have been unable to do so.
The True Phoenix Clone, far away in Kunlun, also heard it...
The sound waves traversed the galaxy, continuous and unbroken, even reaching the ears of the person in seclusion, despite the palace being inscribed with Supreme- level Dao patterns.
"Buzz!"
The True Phoenix Clone clone blinked, looking towards the Big Dipper.
He had never learned this language, but the moment he heard it, the true blood of the Huang Clan within him was revived, and his crimson ancestral blood began to boil. An ancient memory surged up, returning from its long-forgotten state.
The crimson star in True Phoenix's right eye spun rapidly, flashing red light. He subconsciously activated the True Phoenix Precious Technique, causing dazzling Huang feathers to bloom, making him appear half bewitching and half divine.
"You are of the same race... a member of the Immortal Domain... save me..."
He heard those sounds clearly!
This also indicates that his phoenix blood essence has reached a certain level of purity.
At least, he's not too far off from the Undying Daoist, otherwise the other side wouldn't have misjudged him.
After pondering for a moment, the True Phoenix Clone's left eye flashed, and the light of spacetime spun endlessly, revealing a dark red vortex.
A woman in the light.
A very beautiful woman fell from the vortex. She was tall and slender, with long, shapely legs and a curvaceous upper body that was barely contained by her simple shirt. Her features were exquisite, and her skin was as white as snow in December. At this moment, the woman was face down on the ground, her phoenix eyes were numb, and she lay on the ground like a corpse, her whole being lifeless.
The True Phoenix Clone sat aloof on the upper altar, looking down at the crowd with a cold expression and no emotion in its eyes.
"Puff!"
The next moment, two dark red thin rods fell from the sky and pierced the woman's palms, piercing through the metacarpal bones. Blood gushed out instantly, and precious Quasi-Emperor- level blood spurted out, staining the ground red.
The woman's body was tense, the veins on her beautiful face were bulging and even somewhat distorted, and every toe on her jade feet was spasming, clearly indicating that she was experiencing great pain, but she did not make a sound, she just endured it.
Two more whistling sounds pierced the air. The bare, lotus-like arms, white and beautiful, with Perfect World lines, were pinned down by two dark red iron rods, and blood and bone fragments shot out.
No one expected that this once ambitious Almost-Enlightened One would end up like this.
"You... kill me..." A hoarse female voice echoed in the empty hall. The prisoner, his hair disheveled, barely audible, mechanically raised his head, his face devoid of fear, only blank.
The Undying Heavenly Empress's voice was low, and she did not struggle. After experiencing great ups and downs, her state of mind seemed to have been sublimated. Even in this situation, she remained calm. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a faint mist, without anger or fear, only the tranquility of the ocean.
An ancient sage once said that tranquility is nothing more than the orderly state of mind.
She has been subjected to the most severe imprisonment in recent years.
Her primordial spirit was bound in shackles made of Nether Iron, unable to use her divine power. The cage was Supreme Artifact, and every seven days she would experience the Six Desires Tide, and every hundred days she would experience a beautiful dream, to be reincarnated in a prosperous and enlightened land, a family of scholars and officials, a place of flowers and willows, a gentle and wealthy place, forgetting everything, starting as a newborn girl, experiencing all aspects of life.
In each of her nine dream journeys, she endured hardships and crossed countless obstacles to reach the Quasi-Emperor realm. However, after breaking through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm and becoming a female ruler, she would always encounter a terrifying demon who would torture her in every way before killing her at will.
Then I woke up with a start, only to realize that it was another long dream in which I was trapped in a cage...
The time when the all-powerful Kun Master comes is uncertain; sometimes he comes for a year, and sometimes he doesn't come for four or five years. It has been more than 4,300 years since then.
For the first hundred years, she spent her days in tears, pleading and begging, hoping to escape her prison and serve the Demon Lord, but she received no reply.
Gradually, she realized there was no hope; this might be her final resting place.
She had taken the Immortal Medicine and drunk the blood of the Heavenly Emperor, but she was in her second life, and her soul had been locked away. Kun Master had drained a large amount of her magical power, and she almost fell to the Quasi-Emperor Realm.
Two hundred years from now, she may not even be able to control her appearance; her black hair will turn to snow, and her body will wither.
But that's a kind of relief...
She thought her second life would end like this, until the last time... after that person left...
She saw hope for revenge, and at the same time, her obsession reached its peak...
"My value is almost gone..."
With her hands nailed shut, the Empress struggled to raise her Heavenly Empress and calmly looked at the familiar face before her. "Even if the one who controls the Time Great Dao cast a spell on me, it will be useless in two hundred years. Fixing one's appearance itself will consume a portion of one's life force..."
"Is this a threat? Do you think a mere offspring from the mud can threaten us?"
The Palace Master, enveloped in dark red tribulation light, resided high in the Ninth Heaven. When he spoke, his voice carried supreme majesty, filling the air with Supreme aura that made people dare not look directly at him.
The information he revealed was even more secretive, enough to crush Heavenly Abyss.
No one knew that the Heavenly Empress was pregnant; if this news got out, the entire Kun Court would be in an uproar...