First Arrival in the Primordial World

Death.

This was the only clear imprint left on Ming Xin's consciousness as it sank into boundless darkness.

The bone-chilling cold, and the despair in the young girl's eyes as she was dragged into a dirty van, were the last things he saw in his fading vision.

The twisted, grinning face of the human trafficker, the dull thud of the dagger piercing his abdomen, the warm blood soaking through his simple monk's robe—everything came to an abrupt end.

There was no Pure Land of the Buddha, no distant Sanskrit chants.

Only chaos, void, coldness, like sinking into an abyss of ten thousand years of profound ice.

[Ding! Deduction System activated. Detected soul entangled with high-compatibility 'Salvation' and 'Karma'... Binding successful... Insufficient energy... Initiating emergency warp protocol...]

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice abruptly pierced the boundless silence of death.

Warp? To where?

Ming Xin's consciousness was like a candle in the wind; he couldn't even form a coherent question.

A vast, irresistible force suddenly seized his remaining soul, tearing and pulling at him savagely, dragging him forcefully from the void of death.

The world spun, and a sense of temporal dislocation instantly overwhelmed him.

It was as if he had been thrown into a violent temporal turbulence, countless bizarre, fragmented, and distorted images frantically scouring his consciousness before being instantly crushed into dust.

Agony! An agony far greater than death itself pierced every inch of his consciousness! It was the torture of his soul being forcibly torn apart and reshaped.

He felt like a piece of raw iron thrown into a furnace, emitting silent wails under the repeated hammering of an invisible giant hammer.

Flashes of memory from his past life as the Buddha's Son—the tranquility of a green lamp and ancient Buddha, the melodious sound of scriptures being chanted, his master's kind face, and the desperate eyes of that young girl—became blurred amidst the violent tearing.

Distant, like faded murals, they could collapse completely at any moment.

He didn't know how long it had been, perhaps an instant, perhaps billions of years.

That violent force finally subsided.

Ming Xin's consciousness, like discarded wreckage, settled on an unprecedented "land."

There was no solid ground beneath his feet, no flow of air, only an extremely viscous, heavy "presence" filled with an aura of endless decay and destruction that enveloped him.

He "opened" his formless "eyes."

There was no light, no color, only an eternal, viscous, suffocating chaos of deep gray and pitch black intertwined.

Countless tiny, sharp "particles" filled with malice—these were materialized demonic energy!

They were like billions of greedy venomous snakes, gnawing and tearing at the tough outer shell that encased his consciousness, penetrating everywhere.

Each gnaw brought a pain that pricked his soul and a coldness that seeped into his bones.

Was this his new "body"? This shell resisting the erosion of endless demonic energy?

A realization, stemming from instinct, surged to the core of his consciousness: he was no longer Ming Xin, or at least not the Buddha's Son of flesh and blood.

He was a "tool." An Innate Spiritual Treasure born at the beginning of this Primordial World, in the most barren and desolate land of the West.

His "body" was a strange seal embryo, neither gold nor jade, neither stone nor wood, with a blurred seal knob, exuding an unfinished, desolate ancient aura.

On the surface of the seal, a layer of extremely dim, yet exceptionally tough and pure, pale golden Buddha light flickered stubbornly, struggling to resist the erosion of the infinite demonic energy from the outside.

This Buddha light was the last imprint of his past life's Buddha-nature and golden body, his only barrier at this moment.

[Host form confirmed: Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—Slaughter Buddha Seal. Current coordinates: Primordial World, core of the Western ley lines (severely polluted zone).

Environmental threat: Extremely high concentration of chaotic demonic energy erosion. Status: Extremely weak, primordial Buddha light continuously depleting... Estimated annihilation time: Three hundred Primordial days.]

The system's cold voice sounded directly in the depths of his consciousness, calmly declaring the cruel reality.

Primordial World! The West! Demonic energy! Slaughter Buddha Seal!

Each word struck him like thunder, making Ming Xin's remaining consciousness buzz.

This was the Primordial World? The one from legends, where dragons and phoenixes contended, where the Dao and demons clashed, and saints reigned supreme?

And he, an Innate Spiritual Treasure that shouldn't exist, had become one in this barren and desolate land of the West, thoroughly polluted by the Demon Ancestor Rahula, a place even saints wouldn't glance at twice?

And one named "Slaughter"?

A sense of immense absurdity and chilling despair instantly seized him. Buddhism preached compassion and "laying down the butcher's knife," yet his spiritual treasure was named "Slaughter"?

In this desperate land filled with overwhelming demonic energy, even existing was a luxury!

Buzz...

The dim Buddha light enveloping his embryo trembled violently, like a candle in the wind, its glow weakening slightly.

The viscous, tar-like demonic energy around immediately let out greedy hisses, surging more madly, attempting to extinguish this final resistance completely.

Pain! A cold, soul-piercing erosion!

[Warning: Primordial Buddha light is about to fall below the critical point for maintaining form! Initiating emergency plan... Deducing... Deduction complete.

Plan: Passively absorb trace amounts of environmental demonic energy, using the 'Slaughter' origin as a guide to construct the nascent form of a Buddha-demon balanced force field.]

The system's voice remained cold.

Passively absorb demonic energy? Buddha-demon balance?

Ming Xin didn't even have time to comprehend the meaning of this plan when an even more powerful, more overbearing force erupted from the depths of his consciousness—the core origin of the "Slaughter Buddha Seal"!

This force was cold, murderous, and pure, carrying a terrifying will to sever all things and end everything!

It did not originate from the system, but was the innate Dao rhythm of the "Slaughter Buddha Seal"!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Invisible threads of slaughter law, like hungry venomous dragons, suddenly pierced out from the surface of the Buddha Seal embryo!

Instead of attacking the demonic energy, they acted like greedy straws, aggressively and ferociously penetrating the surrounding viscous demonic energy!

Chomp! Chomp! Chomp!

Pure chaotic demonic energy was forcibly extracted and devoured! A cold energy far more chilling, violent, and filled with destructive desire than before.

Along the threads of law, it surged madly into the interior of the Buddha Seal embryo!

"Ugh—!"

Ming Xin's consciousness let out a silent wail. The pain of the demonic energy entering his body was a hundred times more intense than the external erosion before!

It raged and corrupted the sliver of Buddhist nature remaining in his consciousness, as if trying to drag his soul into the boundless demonic realm!

Just as his consciousness was about to be completely submerged by the demonic energy and plunge into madness, the past life's Buddhist nature, imprinted on the depths of his soul, was stimulated by this ultimate defilement and unleashed a final counterattack!

Buzz—!

The originally dim protective Buddhist light suddenly blazed brightly! It was no longer pale gold, but displayed a pure, tenacious, ash-white radiance imbued with a sense of nirvana and transcendence!

This light was not warm, but instead exuded a chilling coldness that ended all things, like the dying embers of nirvana.

It fiercely resisted the demonic energy violently crashing inside, forcibly confining it to a specific area at the core of the embryo, preventing it from completely polluting the origin of the spiritual treasure.

At the same time, the system's cold power operated in the depths of his consciousness like the most precise carving knife.

Countless infinitesimally small runes materialized out of thin air, using the slaughter origin as the core, the surging demonic energy as "ink," and the erupting nirvana Buddhist light as the "brush."

A complex, fragile, yet incredibly exquisite miniature energy circulation system was forcibly constructed.

The ferocity of the demonic energy was suppressed and neutralized by the nirvana intent of the Buddhist light. The nirvana of the Buddhist light, in turn, was stimulated and tempered by the destructive essence of the demonic energy.

It became more condensed and tenacious. Meanwhile, the slaughter origin, like a cold arbiter, coldly maintained this fragile balance.

It greedily absorbed the wisps of pure energy generated by the collision and annihilation of the Buddhist and demonic energies, strengthening itself.

The pain did not disappear, but instead became an eternal background noise. Coldness and nirvana, ferocity and ending.

Two extremely opposite forces, which should have been incompatible, were forcibly blended and twisted within his tiny embryo, achieving a precarious balance.

[Buddha-Demon Balance Field Prototype Construction Successful. Status: Extremely Unstable. Host Consciousness Stable... Entering Deep Hibernation... Passive Absorption of Environmental Energy to Maintain...]

The system's voice sounded as if from a distant sky.

Ming Xin's consciousness, caught in the endless tug-of-war of pain and the scorching of ice and fire, finally could not bear it and sank into boundless darkness.

Like a cold, stubborn stone buried deep in a foul mire, only the faint yet tenacious ash-white nirvana Buddhist light.

Flowed and breathed extremely slowly on the surface of the seal embryo, resisting the eternally surging torrent of demonic energy from the outside.

Time lost all meaning in this forgotten, desolate western land.

Ming Xin's residual consciousness floated in the cold furnace constructed by the Buddha-Demon Balance Field, like stubborn iron thrown into ten thousand years of ice and nine netherworld demonic flames, repeatedly forged.

Pain was the eternal backdrop, and the tug-of-war between the nirvana Buddhist light and the chaotic demonic energy played out endlessly within his embryo.

Each time the Buddhist light was suppressed by the demonic energy, his consciousness plunged into an ice-cold abyss filled with illusions;

Each time the demonic energy was purified and annihilated by the Buddhist light, it was as if he were thrown into the nirvana ashes that burned everything, leaving only cold emptiness.

[Energy Accumulation... 1%... 5%... 10%...]

The system's cold, rigid progress prompts were the only coordinates in this eternal torment.

After an unknown number of Primordial World eons, perhaps a thousand years, perhaps ten thousand years.

The ash-white nirvana Buddhist light flowing on the surface of the strange seal embryo, buried deep within the core of the western foul earth veins, had already condensed into a tangible form, forming a thin, semi-transparent crystalline light film.

The outline of the seal also became clearer. On the ancient and desolate square seal body, the seal knob had faintly condensed into a blurry seated figure, neither Buddha nor demon, with a chaotic face.

Exuding a contradictory Dao rhythm of ending all things while containing a sliver of life.

The slaughter origin, through long-term tempering by the Buddhist and demonic energies, became restrained and profound, like a cold, beating dark star at the core of the seal, silently emitting the law fluctuations that severed karma and ended reincarnation.