A monarch capable of spanning the ancient cosmos, a powerhouse whose lifespan could endure for tens of millions of years, was thus extinguished with a mere flick of Ye Yun’s fingers. His very remains were incinerated to ash by that enchanting blue flame.
“Are monarchs that formidable?” Ye Yun asked, looking at Yan Wang and Guang Wang. His outer cultivation alone was sufficient to kill them directly, let alone his peak inner cultivation and divine cultivation.
Guang Wang stared blankly at Ye Yun, who stood suspended in mid-air. His body trembled uncontrollably from sheer terror. Yan Wang, on the other hand, appeared much calmer. Though equally terrified, he at least did not display such abject fear.
“That’s not right. Your sea of consciousness is… peculiar. How can there be Buddhist imprints of salvation? They are weak, yet they threaten your cultivation. Tsk, tsk… has the Buddhist sect’s influence reached the ghost race?”
“If I’m not mistaken, this imprint of yours should be the work of the Ghost Emperor, whom Tai Yin mentioned? The one clad in golden-red robes, wielding a Vajra Bodhi Pestle?”
Ye Yun’s divine sense was like an ocean; not a blade of grass or a single tree within the entire star domain escaped his scrutiny.
“Senior, who exactly are you?” Yan Wang asked nervously, looking at Ye Yun’s young and tender face.
He was too terrifying! He had been to the Ghost Emperor’s Buddhist hall before. It was said to be the legendary Buddha Sha of the Buddhist sect! An ultimate divine artifact capable of manifesting a world within a single grain of sand. Even such a treasure, capable of isolating divine sense from the Three Realms, could not evade the divine sense of this young man whose bone wheel was barely over twenty years old!
“Heh heh, having interacted with the human race in the Heavenly Dao for so long, you’ve likely guessed. Strictly speaking, I should have killed you both. However, it would be a waste of your monarch-level cultivation.”
Ye Yun smiled and walked across the heads of ghost warriors towards them. With each step he took, the ghosts beneath his feet turned to dust. The residual ghost sources, before they could dissipate, were condensed into arrows bearing Ye Yun’s mark, which pierced into the abdomens of various ghosts.
Boom…
A ghost was struck by an arrow. Instead of the expected sting or demise, its abdomen churned like boiling water. As bubbles rose, Sanskrit characters imbued with supreme Buddhist chanting emerged, forming a scripture filled with these characters before the ghost, and then vanishing.
“The Scripture of Salvation?! How is this possible?!” Yan Wang exclaimed in shock. An imprint of a Ghost Emperor’s third-level divine sense, combined with the supreme heavenly scripture of the Buddhist sect – this situation could only be cleared if one’s divine sense was more than ten times stronger than the Ghost Emperor’s.
“The Scripture of Salvation? Interesting. It seems I have to invite the esteemed Ghost Emperor for a visit!” Ye Yun said, his expression tinged with surprise as he watched the Sanskrit scriptures disappear.
He discovered that regardless of their strength or age, nearly half of the ghosts within the star domain had these Sanskrit characters in their sea of consciousness. Even the sea of consciousness of old monarchs like Yan Wang bore them, albeit in very small numbers, yet enough to profoundly impact their future cultivation.
Dong…
Ye Yun’s words struck like heavenly thunder. From the spot where Tai Yin had just fallen, a deafening bell chime erupted, causing the surrounding ghost generals and soldiers to reel, their heads spinning. The weaker ones even had their skulls burst, their ghost sources flickering erratically.
“The Buddha goes to the rising sun, the Buddha acts as the ferryman. This humble monk, Ji Zang, greets Senior.” Amidst the swirling dust, a monk clad in a crimson kasaya appeared before them, accompanied by three other monarchs.
“Heh heh, monk, you’ve saved so many sentient beings, why not save yourself?” Ye Yun sneered at Ji Zang.
How could Ye Yun not know the name Ji Zang? On Blue Star, there were many devout believers. The phrase ‘If I do not descend into hell, who will?’ had captivated countless followers.
“If I do not descend into hell, who will? The world is inherently full of suffering. This humble monk is merely doing what he should,” Ji Zang said, his bare feet walking, the Vajra Bodhi Pestle in his hand slowly rotating. Instantly, the entire world was filled with an aura of peace, and a great sun rose behind his head.
“A monk is indeed a monk. Manipulating people’s minds, guiding their thoughts, and transforming them into one’s own strength, yet still managing to speak so nobly.” Ye Yun couldn’t help but want to applaud him. This was the most formidable debater Ye Yun had ever encountered, so powerful that they themselves believed in their own theories. Da Feng Novel Network.
“Senior has reached the peak, possessing great willpower and immense fortune. Should you enter the Buddhist faith, you would surely ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and achieve Bodhisattva status.”
Ji Zang’s words flowed like lotus blossoms, his aura growing increasingly serene. Sanskrit characters swirled, and the great sun dharma image behind him became ever gentler, inspiring greater conviction. The ghosts and soldiers, who had already been freed from the Scripture of Salvation, knelt once more.
“Enter your Buddhist faith? Achieve Bodhisattva status? Heh heh, monk, your sect seems to have used this tactic quite a bit, haven’t you? Haven’t dozens of powerful celestial and human beings been ‘saved’ by you in this manner?” Ye Yun, supported by the illusory dharma image, could clearly see the salvific Buddhist energy permeating the air. Ye Yun hadn’t expected that Ji Zang, merely at the peak of the monarch realm, would dare to make a move against him.
According to Blue Star history, Buddhism was not initially very popular among the populace upon its arrival in the country of Hua. However, the Buddhist sect dispatched powerful figures to Hua, who, through similar methods, ‘saved’ a number of immortal cultivators.
Were Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and the twelve zodiac guardian deities not all enlightened beings of Taoism? Yet, they were ultimately referred to as Bodhisattvas?
Of course, this was merely a rumor from the country of Hua, and Ye Yun did not know the specifics. However, throughout his journey, which monk who saw his immense strength hadn’t claimed he was fated to meet their Buddha? It had almost made Ye Yun believe it himself!
The Buddhist energy entered his body, swiftly heading towards Ye Yun’s dantian and sea of consciousness. Unfortunately, the moment this Buddhist energy entered his dantian, it was completely devoured by the exotic flames within. The Buddhist energy that invaded his sea of consciousness met a similar fate; it was directly assimilated by Ye Yun, and he even used this Buddhist energy to silently, and without notice, control Ji Zang.
Ye Yun’s words did not cause even a ripple in Ji Zang’s heart. He simply watched Ye Yun with a serene smile. The great sun dharma image, which had initially been radiant gold, turned blood-red, creating a strange sensation for everyone present, juxtaposed with his compassionate expression.