In the Western Regions, there lies the Pure Land of the Buddha Country.
It is an expansive and boundless territory. The sky seems to be bathed in a peaceful golden glow all year round. Pagodas stand in great numbers everywhere, temples are solemn, and the sound of Buddhist chants lingers in the air, never ceasing.
The rich power of faith transforms into tangible incense and vows, permeating the heavens and the earth.
Here, the Buddhist sect is the supreme ruler.
Hundreds of millions of believers offer pious tributes, and the luck of the sect is long - lasting, with unfathomable heritage.
The Buddhist sect in the Western Regions is not a monolithic entity. There are many internal factions, but externally, they jointly revere two supreme holy lands - the Great Thunderclap Temple and the Sumeru Ancient Monastery!
The Great Thunderclap Temple is located on the peak of the Spirit Mountain in the center of the Western Regions. It is rumored to be the place where ancient Buddhas preached the scriptures.
Inside the temple, there are also relics left by generations of eminent monks, enshrined in the stupa, with their light shining in all directions.
The Sumeru Ancient Monastery is located in the far - western part of the Western Regions.
The inheritance of this ancient monastery is even more ancient. It is said to point directly to the origin of Buddhist Dharma. The old monks sleeping in the monastery are mostly ancient monsters that have existed since ancient times. They are the real mainstays and the foundation of the Buddhist sect.
These two holy lands jointly support the transcendent status of the Western Regions' Buddhist sect on this land.
Even the immortal holy lands and ancient families in other regions would not easily provoke these Buddhist great - powers who seem compassionate but actually have unpredictable means unless it is absolutely necessary.
However, at this moment!
In an ancient and isolated secret realm deep within the Sumeru Ancient Monastery.
Under a bodhi tree that has been withered for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, several old monks in tattered cassocks, looking as gaunt as dried corpses, seem to have remained motionless since ancient times.
Suddenly!
In the void in front of them, a golden glazed lamp, fueled by the wishes of sentient beings and with the law of causality as its wick, a very unique pale - golden soul fire in the lamp suddenly flickered.
Then, with a "puff" sound, it went out completely!
The lamp itself also "clicked" and cracked a shocking gap!
"Has the reincarnated body of our Buddha, the predestined Buddha Son, fallen?!"
An ancient thought full of endless majesty and anger exploded in this space like a world - destroying thunderclap, making countless Buddha seals in the void flicker.
"Where is Liaoyin? Where are the Guardians?!"
Another more violent will, as if containing the killing aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, roared. Just the aftershock of the voice made the extremely solid void in the secret hall crack like glass, with dense black cracks appearing!
Silence, deathly silence.
The life - soul lamp representing Fakong had completely gone out and shattered, and the life - soul lamp belonging to Liaoyin Buddha also slowly went out after a moment.
The result was obviously self - evident.
"Fakong is the reincarnated body chosen by the Tianji Ancient Buddha!"
The first majestic will slowly revealed the truth, with a trace of barely perceptible regret and boundless anger in the voice.
The Tianji Ancient Buddha once reached the peak of the quasi - emperor realm and was the mainstay of the Buddha Domain.
Ten thousand years ago, due to approaching the end of his lifespan, he fell into a deep sleep, using endless thoughts and the power of faith to nourish his soul!
Before falling asleep, he said that he would return ten thousand years later in the body of a "Buddha Son" with a natural Buddha heart that perfectly matched his Great Dao.
For this reason, the Buddhist sect searched hard for many years. Decades ago, in a small country on the border of the Western Regions, they found Fakong, who had just been born.
This child could speak Buddhist scriptures at birth, and there was a pale - golden "Ji" character Buddha mark between his eyebrows, which perfectly matched the ancient Buddha's prophecy!
He was the predestined Buddha Son, the key to carrying the future hope of the Buddhist sect!
Each ancient Buddha who had survived from ancient times, at the peak of their power, had a terrifying cultivation base of at least the quasi - emperor realm, or even the peak of the quasi - emperor realm!
Their return meant that the Western Regions' Buddhist sect would possess the supreme heritage to determine the world and intimidate the heavens!
To ensure the smooth growth of Fakong, the Sumeru Ancient Monastery not only poured in a huge amount of resources but also sent the Liaoyin Buddha, who had already reached the peak of the Saint King realm for many years, to act as his Guardian, never leaving his side!
Who could have imagined that in this Emperor's Tomb, with Liaoyin's protection, Fakong, the "Buddha seed" that carried the Buddhist sect's hopes for over ten thousand years, actually fell?!
The ten - thousand - year plan had failed at the last moment!
Although they also had a backup plan, the Little Buddha Huiming, the degree of compatibility with the Tianji Ancient Buddha still lacked that crucial Buddhist charm compared to Fakong.
A slight difference might be the difference between heaven and earth, and the perfection of the ancient Buddha's return would be greatly reduced.
"Investigate!"
The violent will roared again, with the killing intent almost taking on a tangible form.
"Immediately start the investigation! Use all means to trace back the cause and effect and divine the heavenly secrets!
I'd like to see who is so bold as to dare to touch the person chosen by our Western Regions' Buddhist sect!"
The Buddhist sect dominates the Western Regions and has a heritage that spans for ten thousand years. Its foundation is so deep that even those immortal holy lands are in awe of it!
"How many years has it been? No one has dared to so blatantly kill our Buddhist Buddha Son."
"This is a feud that cuts off the foundation of our Buddhist sect. It's a feud of life and death!"
The majestic will slowly added, with a cold and determined voice:
"Immediately bring Huiming back and protect him strictly. There must be no more mistakes. From today on, the number of his Guardians will be increased to three Saint Kings!"
"As for the murderer who killed Fakong..."
The two wills reached an astonishing consensus at this moment, and the cold killing intent filled the entire secret realm:
"No matter who he is, who stands behind him, or what his background is, once identified, there is no need to capture him or interrogate him."
"Just execute him directly, annihilating both his body and soul as a warning to others!"
"Let the entire Xuanhuang Great World see what will happen to those who offend the heavenly might of our Buddhist sect!"
As this decree full of killing aura was issued, outside the secret hall, among the several powerful auras that had been waiting quietly for a long time, a particularly majestic figure slowly opened his eyes.
This was an old monk in a simple gray cloth cassock. The aura faintly emitted from his body made the surrounding void twist and submit!
He was at the late stage of the Great Saint realm!
With such a cultivation base, even among those immortal holy lands and ancient families, he would definitely be a grand - elder - level figure like the mainstay of the family. Usually, he rarely showed himself and would not appear unless it was a disaster to exterminate the family.
At this moment, he was alarmed by the fall of the Buddha Son Fakong.
The old monk slowly stood up and took a step forward. His figure disappeared from the spot and merged into the void.
Only a faint murmur was left in the air.
"The Eastern Regions, Wilderness State..."
At this moment, in another seemingly ordinary broken wall in the Emperor's Tomb, Gu Changge, who was taking a walk with Xuanyangzi, paused slightly.
His deep eyes, as if capable of reflecting the entire universe, calmly looked in the direction of the main hall where Xiao Ruobai and the others were.
Although separated by numerous Emperor's Tomb prohibitions and the void, everything that had just happened was as clear as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.
When he saw Ling Xi burning her origin to perform the "Path - Cutting Finger", Xiao Ruobai and the others seriously injured and on the verge of death, Liaoyin Buddha using the Buddha relic to save his life and escape, and then being gently killed by Little Black, Gu Changge's eyes remained calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.
But at the moment when the old monk set off, Gu Changge's gaze, ignoring all the obstacles in the Emperor's Tomb, directly penetrated the endless void and was cast towards the land bathed in Buddha's light in the Western Regions.
His gaze penetrated through the numerous temples and saw through to the innermost part of the Sumeru Ancient Temple, the secluded and ancient secret realm.
"A bunch of hypocritical and corrupt old bald donkeys."
"Good."
Gu Changge withdrew his gaze and no longer glanced at the Western Regions, as if it had become a non - existent past.
Chapter 4!
I still owe one chapter. I have something to do and need to go out now. I don't know when I'll be able to update Chapter 5 today.
Don't wait for me. If I really can't finish it today, I'll make it up tomorrow morning.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
