Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 830 I, Qinghua, have only one skill to rely on in this world.

"Please, Ancestral God, calm your anger!"

The monks clasped their hands together and chanted loudly, trying to extinguish the burning heat in the Southern Mount Sumeru.

However, as one of the nine meridians, representing the blazing flames of ultimate yang in the world, how could mere Buddhist chants suppress it?

Spirals of fire emerged and then spread wildly. In an instant, all the hundred Buddhist cliffs were engulfed by the sea of ​​fire. Under that terrifying heat, the entire Southern Mount Sumeru became distorted and blurred.

"I will grant you another twelve hours."

"If you cannot see the future, then burn this land."

The giant sat atop the highest cliff, his hair dancing wildly like flames. He opened his eyes and gazed indifferently ahead.

In the past, whenever I awoke, these so-called immortals and Buddhas would always come to greet me with utmost respect.

Now those charlatans, dressed like monkeys in crowns, dare to lay a hand on the true god.

Even when he himself condescended to descend upon Mount Sumeru, the Future Buddha dared to avoid him. Perhaps he had been too lenient with these monkeys, making them forget who the true master of this world was.

He may allow these people to emulate divine power and wield a portion of the mighty power of the Heavenly Way, but if they become arrogant and forget their place in the world because of it, then they should be prepared to have all of this taken away from them.

Upon hearing this, all the monks paled.

They dared not shout angrily, but beneath their seemingly respectful faces, a hint of murderous intent clearly emerged.

In the beginning of time, mortals were weak and fragile. It was only after seeing these deities who were born with heaven and earth that they realized there was such awe-inspiring power in the world.

Perhaps the gods were bored and wanted to show off their abilities, or perhaps they needed someone to help them with something, so they scattered fire upon the human world.

Ordinary people took up this spark and continued to study, eventually creating paths to climb upwards.

Refine essence into qi, refine qi into spirit, refine spirit to return to emptiness, refine emptiness to unite with the Dao.

Having gradually arrived here, they have become beings completely different from mortals. In order to show their respect and humility towards the true gods, they dare not claim to be gods, but instead call themselves immortals.

The path to immortality has nine levels. Along this path, Bodhisattvas and Golden Immortals appeared, and then True Buddhas and Emperors were born.

Their imitations became increasingly accurate, to the point that they possessed power approaching that of the ancestral gods. Some even collaborated to deduce a further path, surpassing the gods and demons conceived at the beginning of time.

It's time for a reckoning.

"Please, Ancestral God, calm your anger."

The same words came from outside Nanxumi, only less loud and more calm.

Many of the righteous gods, including Qi Feng, looked into the distance. After seeing who it was, they all snorted coldly.

If you dare to do something, you must dare to admit it. How long can you hide?
The Bodhi Sect finally sent a few decent people to confront them.

A gaunt old monk arrived, seated on a nine-colored lotus platform, with five golden lotuses floating behind him.

The crimson robes shimmered with starlight and moonlight, and as the robes fluttered, the sea of ​​fire in the entire Southern Sumeru gradually subsided, giving rise to delicate lotus flowers that swayed gently, bringing peace and tranquility to the hundred Buddhist cliffs.

In the past, when the Buddha himself arrived, five true Buddhas appeared together.

Such a grand display was a great show of respect to this ancestral god.

"What about the future?"

The Fire Ancestor God's expression softened slightly. His gaze swept over the Buddha of the Past in front of him, and then looked at the other five golden lotus platforms that gradually surrounded the high cliff where he was located.

“The future Buddha is following my teachings and has important matters to attend to, so he really cannot leave.”

The Buddha smiled slightly and said, "Then this old monk will take his place."

"You'll take my place?"

The Fire Ancestor God chuckled. Originally, this matter wasn't a big deal, after all, it was just a few bodhisattvas acting secretly. According to the reports from Qi Feng and the others, those bodhisattvas would have been killed long ago.

If the Bodhi Sect simply bows its head and admits its mistake, giving an explanation to the many righteous gods, the matter will be over.

But after dragging it out until now, he began to realize that something was wrong. If he didn't give these monks a good talking-to, they would really start to think they were something special.

Thinking of this, His expression suddenly turned cold, and He said sternly, "Since you have seen me, why do you not bow?!"

The divine sound echoed in Southern Sumeru. Qi Feng glanced around and subconsciously frowned. He saw that the figures below the mountain, who had been bowing their heads, were quietly raising their heads one by one, casting their gazes toward the cliff top with a kind of incomprehensible look.

"Does the ancestral god also care about these mortal formalities?"

The Buddha's smile remained unchanged, and he showed no intention of lowering his lotus throne to worship. Instead, he brazenly looked down at the scene and said, "Now that the world is in turmoil, in my humble opinion, it would be best to clarify things as soon as possible."

"..."

The towering giants stared at each other in silence and walked away.

A moment later, a chilling smile appeared on his lips, and his sky-covering body slowly stood up. His flowing hair hung high in the sky, making his head shine like the blazing sun.

There's a saying in the mortal world: "...a servant who is too powerful will bully his master?"

"I have truly witnessed this today."

As He spoke, He suddenly extended His right arm, His thick five fingers gathering like mountain peaks, and the flames in His palm rose up with a roar. In His palm, the nine-colored lotus platform beneath the Buddha of the past was completely engulfed by tongues of fire. The tender lotus leaves withered in an instant, and the entire lotus platform, like a burning wooden house, quickly shattered and turned into ashes.

The Ancestral God looked cruelly at the withered monk sitting cross-legged in his palm: "Who gave you the courage to look directly at the rules of Heaven?"

The concept of "true Buddha" is just a classification made by these monkeys. To the true gods, they represent the limit of this realm.

"I, the Supreme Being, will allow you—"

"Your Majesty!"

Five fingers, as sharp as towering peaks, gradually clenched together. In His palm, the withered Buddha of the past seemed as if He could be crushed at will.

But the monk slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with amusement.

"The cult leader is right."

"Rules should be inanimate objects, written on paper, and returned to the Celestial Court. Allowing you to roam the mortal world will only tarnish the majesty of the Heavenly Dao."

"Arrogant fool."

In the past, the Buddha's gentle chuckle completely tore apart the last shred of dignity between immortals, Buddhas, and righteous gods.

The moment the sound faded, the true Buddhas on the five golden lotus platforms all revealed cold smiles. Their crimson robes billowed high, covering the southern Mount Sumeru. With a rustling sound, golden lotus petals gathered like a long river into a giant arm, forcefully passing through the giant's armpits and knees, tightly holding his limbs, and pulling him backward.

"Roar!"

The Ancestral God roared and looked down in disbelief.

His body is the skeleton of the Heavenly Dao, yet these monkeys in human form possess the power to shake the Heavenly Dao.

In His palm, the Buddha of the Past rose up, easily escaping the cage of this sea of ​​fire. He reached a higher position and looked down once more at the slightly disheveled ancestral god.

The Heavenly Laws are used to govern the mortal world and maintain the operation of this world; they are merely inanimate tools and cannot possibly be above the two religions.

The two religions are above rules and laws, and are not bound by them; they are the masters of heaven and earth!

It's time to turn the page on this outdated information.

"You are the ones who should kneel down."

In the past, the Buddha casually waved his sleeve with a smile, and a dense pressure swept towards the cliff. One by one, the gods turned pale, and their bodies emitted muffled roars. Unable to withstand the Buddha's power, they knelt down one after another.

Though proud, they have never been selfish and rarely interact with other living beings. They simply faithfully maintain the workings of heaven and earth, rarely interfering in worldly affairs. The gods do indeed protect heaven and earth itself, but this also includes the law-abiding beings within it, such as the group of monks before them.

Now... they are forced to kneel before these people.

"Your desire to be above the laws of Heaven will inevitably stir up trouble and bring unrest to the world!"

Qi Feng knew that as the cultivators grew stronger, they would no longer be able to flatter the Ancestral God as before, but he never imagined that these people would dare to have the idea of ​​controlling the laws of heaven.

If a group of beings that even the laws of heaven cannot control were to appear, what difference would there be between this thing and something that has vanished completely?

But the next moment, hundreds of high cliffs suddenly rose from the ground, like sharp claws, quickly grabbing the gods inside. The lotus flowers in the Southern Mount Sumeru also grew wildly, with vines climbing up the Buddha cliffs and wrapping around the crevices of the cliffs like chains.

"Crush it for me!"

The Ancestral God watched helplessly as the righteous gods, representing the rules of Heaven, knelt before these beings. An unprecedented rage ignited in His eyes, and His massive body trembled violently like a mad bull.

The restraints set up by five first-rank true Buddhas were actually torn apart by them!
The golden giant arm disintegrated into lotus petals, which were then swallowed up by the endless sea of ​​fire.

The true Buddhas simultaneously let out muffled groans, their breathing slightly disordered, and they looked at the giant with some apprehension.

But they all had smiles on their lips.

The prison formed by a hundred Buddha cliffs has taken shape. Countless vines climb up from all directions to the top, converging at the opening above and transforming into a huge white lotus, completely sealing off the exit.

"This is the explanation that Bodhi taught you."

Are you satisfied?

In the past, Buddha propped his chin up and sat back on the brand-new lotus platform, looking at the gods among the Buddha cliffs with a mocking gaze, his eyes filled with indifference, as if he were looking at a herd of livestock.

Once the great calamity ends, these will become the vicious dogs held by the two religions, and they will become incredibly obedient, biting whoever they are told to bite.

"Roar--"

The Ancestral God grabbed the vines on the cliff, and with a flash of golden light, lashed its arm like a whip. In the intense pain, its pupils constricted. The Buddhist teachings of these monks had actually evolved to this extent!

He suddenly swung his fist, but after an unknown amount of time, the vines did not change at all, while his arms were covered with wounds, and he was almost exhausted.

The ancestral god gritted his teeth and looked up into the distance.

Today, I cannot resolve this matter on my own. I need to summon the other ancestral gods to cleanse the world of this calamity once again.

"Save it."

The Buddha put away his smile, as if he could see through its thoughts, and said calmly, "You are perhaps one of the luckier ones among your brothers. At least... you can see how you died. As for other things, don't expect anything more."

The Fire Ancestral God narrowed his eyes slightly and instinctively transmitted his voice to the other Ancestral Gods, attempting to forcibly awaken them.

But the next moment, it discovered that its connection with the Heavenly Dao had been completely severed by that white lotus.

At the same time, led by the Buddha of the Past, along with the other true Buddhas, all sat up slightly, and as their lips moved, deep Buddhist chants poured in from the cracks in the cliff.

The other eight have already fallen asleep, leaving only this one, which makes things much easier.

With the majority of the Bodhi Sect's resources, it was enough to force it into a deep slumber.

All we need to do is let this ancestral god fall into chaos. Once the Buddha of the present world has finished handing over those matters and personally comes to the mortal realm to deal with Shen Yi, he can then take action to send this ancestral god of fire back to the Heavenly Dao. This life can then continue forever, unchanging through the ages.

"Ho..."

The giant appeared slightly dazed under the influence of the Buddhist chants.

It slammed back down on the cliff, staring blankly at the equally bewildered gods around it, a hint of fear gradually appearing in its eyes.

This time, the Ancestral God finally let go of the so-called majesty of the righteous gods, because it foresaw something even more terrifying.

This world, which has been operating stably until now, seems to be about to fall into true chaos.

If the laws of Heaven cease to exist, this world will be completely turned into a plaything for the two religions.

Before it happened, I was completely unaware of it and even thought it was just a small matter.

"Ancestral God!"

The cries of the gods sounded so faint under the Buddhist chants.

"We've been tricked." Even if the Ancestral God was unwilling to admit it, he could only smile bitterly. This group of immortals and Buddhas had probably been planning this scheme for a long time, so much so that the slumber of the other Ancestral Gods might also be related to them.

What seemed like a trivial matter earlier was likely someone's way of reminding me.

But its long-standing arrogance has caused it to completely ignore it.

"future……"

The ancestral god seemed to realize something and subconsciously looked up.

If the future Buddha were to lend a hand, could the other party help me break out of this predicament now?

But looking at the empty sky, the flames in its eyes dimmed.

The monk might not want to see the world remain unchanged, but this indirect approach was the limit. If he truly dared to stand on the side of the righteous god, the other party wouldn't keep avoiding him, and wouldn't even be willing to return to his own Nanxumi.

The matter is settled, and the world is about to collapse.

What the gods protected for countless years was ultimately destroyed by their own hands!
In a daze, the Buddhist chants grew increasingly deafening, and the ancestral god's expression gradually became numb, as if he were about to fall into eternal sleep and transform back into that towering stone pillar.

"Ancestral God!"

Just then, Qi Feng exerted all his strength to reach its side.

"I have no other choice," the Ancestral God replied softly, his eyes lowered.

"Perhaps we can ask someone for help!" Qi Feng forcefully pulled on the other person's thick fingers, hoping to pull him out of the Buddhist chanting.

“Even the future Buddha doesn’t dare to participate, so who in the world would dare to step forward?” The Ancestral God shook off the tiny figure, and besides, it had no way to send out the message.

"There must be one!"

Qi Feng turned his head and looked at a golden statue that was not particularly noticeable in the crowd.

Qingyun Weiling manifested as a general, holding the rank of third grade. Even within the vast Celestial Court, he would be considered a first-rate and formidable general.

But at this moment, the cultivation level enhanced by a mere third-grade immortal seal is utterly useless.

Most of the righteous gods looked puzzled.

Only a small group of gods and demons seemed to remember something, and their eyes suddenly turned fervent.

It should be noted that Qian Qing himself contributed very little to this third-rank immortal position; he was able to attain it entirely through his own ability.

That means they can call in reinforcements, and the reinforcements they call in are ruthless enough!
How ruthless is he? Anyone who dares to provoke Qian Qing, regardless of their cultivation level or whether they are an immortal or a demon, will never be spared once that person shows up.

"Really?" Qi Feng looked nervously at the golden statue.

"..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lady Qinghua slowly raised her head.

She raised an eyebrow slightly: "Of course."

(End of this chapter)