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Sariputra Buddha seemed to be dead, but at this moment Xie Que's expression did not show any slackness.

Although he had successfully exhausted Sariputra Buddha's spiritual power, he knew in his heart that this did not mean that Sariputra Buddha would die.

Sariputra Buddha, as the true spirit of his essence, had already been integrated into the long river of time long ago, and had completely turned into a boat to the other shore.

This means that as long as time goes on and the world keeps moving,
It is possible that Shariputra will be reborn from his cocoon one day in the past, present, or even in the future.

The immortality of the Lord of the Other Shore is by no means just a false legend.

Moreover, this immortality is not simply the continuation of life, but a way of existence that transcends the normal cycle of life and death.
His true spirit blends with the heaven and earth, and is imprinted on the long river of time.

Even if the external divine thoughts, Dharma bodies, and divine souls are all destroyed,
As long as the core true spirit still exists, it will be able to take root and sprout again when the time is right.

However, if one wants to truly kill a Heavenly Lord of the Other Shore, the difficulty is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

This is not something that can be achieved overnight, but requires thousands and millions of years to pursue every trace of it in the endless light of the universe.

Moreover, the river of time is vast and boundless, and every moment in it contains countless possibilities and variables.

What's more, Sariputra Buddha is by no means an ordinary heavenly king of the other shore.

He has been standing at the top of the other side for who knows how many years, and has already condensed three flowers.

Therefore, the price to be paid to completely eliminate it is undoubtedly incalculable.

Xie Que thought to himself, spending so much time and energy,

To completely destroy Shariputra Buddha is really an unprofitable deal.

After all, for him, time is the most precious resource.

With such a long time, he can fully devote his energy to his own practice.

Maybe, I can successfully advance to the Dao Fruit realm.

What really makes Xie Que feel taboo is not the group of old Buddhas behind Sariputra Buddha, or even the present Buddha who has already achieved half a step towards enlightenment.

What really made them retreat was the Mingguang Realm Heavenly Dao itself!
Xie Que made some calculations. The old Buddhas used their supernatural powers to transform the Heavenly Dao of the Mingguang Realm into a "living being".

This means that the Heavenly Dao of the Mingguang Realm has transcended the original established trajectory of the Heavenly Dao and possessed its own independent consciousness.

Thinking back to the last battle with Sariputra Buddha, the Heavenly Dao of the Bright Light Realm had taken action.

From the Eye of Heavenly Punishment in the Mingguang Realm, Xie Que also captured its vague spiritual intelligence.

It is like a pair of eyes that transcend time and space, secretly observing everything in the world.

It was this subtle perception that allowed Xie Que to gradually comprehend the changes in the laws of nature in the Mingguang Realm.

Therefore, when Sariputra Buddha voluntarily left the realm of light, it was not because he was cowardly and retreated.
Rather, it was a complete conspiracy designed to lure Xie Que into the Mingguang Realm.

"What a Buddha, Sariputra! What a way of killing someone with a borrowed knife."

Xie Que sneered in his heart, but had to admit that the other party's plan was indeed brilliant.

The Heavenly Dao of the Mingguang Realm had long been refined by the old Buddhas and transformed into a "living thing".

It is no longer a cold rule of the world, but has its own consciousness and has become an independent existence.

The power of such a heavenly way is so terrifying that it is far beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

Even a being like Xie Que could only run for his life when facing the Heavenly Dao of the Mingguang Realm.

You know, as a big world, the Mingguang Realm has a profound foundation of the way of heaven, which is enough to crush any Heavenly Lord on the other side.

Even those top Heavenly Monarchs who have condensed the three flowers are nothing more than ants in front of the Heavenly Dao.

If Xie Que had rashly entered the Mingguang Realm with his real body at that time, he would have been swallowed up by the Heavenly Dao and turned into its nutrients by now.

"Shariputra Buddha...you have a good plan." A hint of coldness flashed in Xie Que's eyes.

He could sense that before Sariputra Buddha fell into complete silence, he had completely released the Heavenly Consciousness of the Bright Light Realm.

It was an irreversible change, like a seed that had been planted long ago.

When the time is right, it will break through the ground and grow into a towering tree.

And now, that seed has sprouted.

The Heavenly Dao of the Mingguang Realm is recovering at an astonishing speed.

Its consciousness, like that of a long-sleeping prehistoric beast, is slowly opening its eyes.

That kind of pressure, even though it was separated by the endless void, made Xie Que feel a palpitation.

"The Heavenly Dao is resurrecting... The Mingguang Realm will completely turn into a monster."

He knew that the power of this monster would surpass all the Heavenly Kings on the other side and become the most terrifying existence in this world.

Its power will no longer be limited by the constraints of rules, but will have its own will and the entire world as its support.

Such an existence is no longer the way of heaven, but a real monster.

A monster that is powerful enough to overthrow the entire Mingguang Realm.

Xie Que took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

His spiritual consciousness receded like the tide, and he no longer tried to spy on the changes in the Mingguang Realm.

He knew that at this moment, he could no longer stop the revival of the Heavenly Dao.

The only thing we can do is wait and see.

And it, the Mingguang Realm Heavenly Dao, will be completely revived.

Transformed into a terrifying monster that surpassed all the heavenly monarchs on the other side!

Suddenly, at this moment, the void was torn apart like a torn silk.

Boundless Buddha light poured down from the crack, accompanied by the roar of Sanskrit chanting.

The moment the light waterfall touched the void, the void began to melt violently like snow meeting boiling water.

The void is dissolving!
Not corrupted, but assimilated by some more primitive force.

The inky black void was now rippling with lapis lazuli-colored ripples, as if someone had merged the entire void into the Buddhist Eight Treasures Pond.

Huang Yan Tianjun's pupils suddenly shrank. The scene before him completely overturned his cognition.

At this time, the edge of the Mingguang Realm was expanding, swallowing the void into its belly like a glutton.

The turbulent currents in the void that should have dissolved everything now condensed into strands of inspiration in the Buddha's light and merged into the world.

“It can actually assimilate the void…” Cold sweat broke out on his three heads at the same time.

"Teacher... I'm afraid we can't wade into this muddy water." Chu Junyin also took a deep breath of cold air at this moment.

Before he finished speaking, Xie Que had already made preparations.

He flicked his fingers and a bloody thread of cause and effect flew out, directly binding Chu Junyin's waist, and then he jumped away randomly.

"You are a living being in this world. If you don't escape, you will probably be in trouble."

Chu Junyin nodded and allowed himself to be dragged into the void.

In an instant, the entire void suddenly collapsed inward.

The swallowed void fragments reassembled at the edge of the Mingguang Realm, turning into pieces of land or ocean.

Although Xie Que was in the void, he could still get a glimpse of the scene in the Mingguang Realm at the moment.

At this time, the mountains and rivers are hanging upside down, the rivers are flowing backwards, and billions of creatures are kneeling in worship.

What came out of the top of the head was not the power of incense and vows, but golden threads as thin as a hair.

These golden threads are weaving into a net, gathering the power of all living beings in the world to the Heavenly Dao. Chu Junyin looked back for the last time.

The moment the void was completely annihilated, Xie Que dragged Chu Junyin away billions of miles away.

Behind them, the Mingguang Realm had expanded into a huge shape like a Buddha's head, chewing on the last piece of void debris.

In that opening and closing giant mouth, one could vaguely see the residual soul of Sariputra Buddha picking up a flower and smiling.

In the Mingguang Realm, the sky was originally as blue as the sea, but at this moment it seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing a dark void.

In the void, faint golden lines can be seen spreading like blood vessels, interweaving into a huge net, covering the entire Mingguang Realm.

That is the vein of the Heavenly Dao and the source of power of the Bright Light Realm.

However, the way of heaven at this moment is no longer the cold and ruthless force of rules.

It's alive.

Xie Que stood outside the void, watching the changes in the Mingguang Realm with a serious gaze.

His spiritual consciousness tried to peek into the mysteries of the heavens, but the moment it touched the golden veins, it was bounced back by an irresistible force.

That kind of power, with a heart-pounding vitality, was far beyond even him.

"Sure enough, there is a backup plan..." Xie Que murmured in a low voice, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He recalled his last battle with Sariputra Buddha and felt a chill in his heart.

At this moment, above the ninth heaven of the Mingguang Realm,
The nine-layered sky cracked open with a loud bang, and billions of glazed Buddha lights penetrated the clouds.

He is dressed in a plain white cassock, the sleeves of which move without wind, and every fold looks like mountains, rivers and the earth.

Under his skin, golden veins can be vaguely seen flowing.

Like the blood vessels of heaven, it connects the lifeline of the entire Mingguang Realm.

His face was gaunt, his features were picturesque, yet he carried an indescribable sense of alienation.

Those eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if they could see through the eternity and understand all causes and effects.

What is reflected in his eyes is not the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of all living beings, but the rise and fall of heaven and earth, and the cycle of birth and death.

There are no scars on His head, but there is a halo slowly rotating.

The halo was not static, but was composed of countless tiny Sanskrit characters.

At the edge of the halo, one could vaguely see wisps of chaotic air being sucked into it, transforming into nutrients for the Buddha's light.

In his hand he held a string of prayer beads, each bead was crystal clear, sealing a small world inside.

In those worlds, mountains, rivers, living beings and all things are born and die in the rosary, performing an endless cycle of reincarnation.

His fingertips gently moved the rosary beads, making a clear sound, which seemed to be able to penetrate time and space and reach the depths of the souls of all living beings.

There was no lotus platform under His feet, but a piece of empty glazed ground.

Every step taken would create a circle of ripples. Wherever the ripples passed, the void condensed into gold foil and the chaos turned into Buddha land.

His existence seems to be a rule in itself, a supreme rule that transcends all laws in the world.

He opened his mouth, his voice was as loud as a bell, yet it carried a kind of heart-pounding calmness: "All living things are suffering, only I am awake."

These words are not spoken to a certain person, but to the entire Mingguang Realm, to all the heavens and worlds, and even to the endless void.

Every word seemed to carry the pressure of heaven, making it hard for all living beings to breathe.

His gaze swept across the heaven and earth, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Those monks who were once high and mighty, those gods who dominated the world,

In His eyes, they are nothing more than ants.

In His eyes, there are only rules, only cause and effect, and only endless reincarnation.

"I am the Buddha of Mingguang, in charge of the way of heaven and the master of reincarnation."

He lowered his head and looked down at the earth, and everything trembled wherever his eyes reached.

His voice was as loud as a bell, yet it carried a chilling calmness: "Humans are the greatest evil in this world."

"Greed, jealousy, hatred, desire... these evil thoughts are like maggots gnawing at the foundation of heaven and earth."

"And you monks are the culprits who pushed these evil thoughts to the extreme."

The voice of Mingguang Zufo echoed between heaven and earth, and the pressure of heaven made all living beings breathless.

He raised his hand and lightly tapped his fingertips. Countless images suddenly appeared in the void.

The monks slaughtered lives to fight for resources, devoured the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to break through the realm, and changed their fate to achieve immortality...

"Monks are nothing but insects in human skin."

The voice of Mingguang Zufo was cold and merciless:
"They devour the foundation of the world and squeeze the essence of heaven and earth, but never think of giving back. Their existence is a blasphemy against the way of heaven."

His gaze swept across all living beings, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Before he finished speaking, the world suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, countless bright beams of light dropped from the sky, and each beam of light accurately locked onto a cultivator.

No matter whether it is the powerful gods of creation or the high and mighty gods of heaven, they are as small as ants at this moment.

"Today, I will clean up these termites."

The voice of Mingguang Zufo exploded like thunder, and in his palm, countless true spirits flickered like fireflies.
But no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the invisible cage hung by the beam of light.

In the distance, Xie Que was hiding in the void.

As soon as his spiritual consciousness touched the aura of Mingguang Zu Buddha, it withdrew as if it had been electrocuted.
The extremely terrifying pressure from the Heavenly Dao almost suffocated him.

“This… is this the power of Heaven?”

He tried to estimate the power of Mingguang Zu Buddha, but found that it was impossible to guess.

At this moment, Huang Yan Tianjun, who was outside the void, was sitting quietly, absorbing the light of the universe to repair his three-headed, six-armed Dharma body.

He had just felt the changes between heaven and earth, and had not returned to the Mingguang Realm.

However, he never expected that a Buddha's face covering the sky would suddenly appear before his eyes.

"Bug... So you are here."

The voice of Mingguang Zufo caused the three thousand small worlds to tremble at the same time.
"When the termite that has been parasitizing my spiritual platform for five million years was sucking the essence of the Heavenly Dao, did it ever think of today?"

Huang Yan Tianjun had many dealings with the old Buddhas, and he knew that if he was caught by the Heavenly Dao, he would definitely not survive.

He immediately summoned the Black Lotus of Karma Fire, but found his own face blossoming in the lotus core.

Those causes and effects that he killed were now reborn in the Buddha's light.

The fingertips of Mingguang Zufo lightly brushed across the void, and his three-headed, six-armed Dharma body, whose power was comparable to that of a small world, began to peel off layer by layer.

"No! I am..."

The moment the body fell into the void, Huang Yan Tianjun suddenly saw the palm of his hand.

Those palm lines that have spanned millions of years are densely covered with golden threads.

The Buddha's chanting resounded through the void, and the melted bones of the Heavenly King surged and reassembled in the endless darkness.

The body and soul turned into calyx, and the seven emotions and six desires condensed into petals, and finally a half-black and half-gold divine flower from the other shore bloomed.

Mingguang Zufo picked up a flower and smiled softly, and the distorted face of Huangyan Tianjun appeared on the petals:
"Look at you, a parasite, now you have become a relic in my hand." (End of this chapter)