Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 832 Fighting the Cult Leader
The vast Southern Sumeru was plunged into a deathly silence.

The monks trembled with fear, the Buddhas looked bewildered, and even the eyelids of the Buddhas of the past twitched violently.

Not to mention others, even the Earth Goddess Houtu stared in astonishment at the few extra people beside her, and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Leaving aside the others, just take the Arctic Emperor, for example. She personally witnessed Shen Yi shatter his imperial body with a single blow, erasing him from the Heavenly Dao.

But the middle-aged man in purple robes now exudes an aura of power, his imperial might enveloping the Buddha Cliff, his foundation no weaker than before.

"fake?"

This was the first reaction of all the Buddhas.

But soon, they noticed the subtle changes in the expressions on the faces of these three top-ranking figures, from bewilderment to感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion), and then gradually transformed into a resolute determination to gamble everything.

That burning killing intent was incredibly real.

"How dare you betray the two religions and work for the Demon Emperor?"

The Buddha took a deep breath and focused his gaze on the Joyful True Buddha among the three.

He didn't care what the Emperor thought, but as one of the Nine Buddhas, Huanxi, who was always by the side of the Buddha in the present world, must know the huge gap between transcendence and the first rank.

Shen Yi has virtually no chance of winning.

What gives this true Buddha the right to stand behind the other party?
"..."

Joyful Buddha remained silent, a hint of struggle flickering in his eyes.

But soon, an even stronger ferocity replaced that struggle.

After being imprisoned for so long, they had long since figured everything out.

Not to mention that their lives were entirely in Shen Yi's hands and they had no way to resist, their Dao Fruits and positions had now been transferred from the Heavenly Dao to the Myriad Demon Palace, and the Myriad Demon Palace would live and die with Shen Yi.

In other words, Shen Yi is the new Heavenly Dao to which they entrust their lives.

If he fails, the others will perish along with him.

Therefore, there was only one path left for everyone: to do their utmost to help Shen Yi ascend to the highest position and replace the original Heavenly Dao, only then would they have a glimmer of hope.

As for these former fellow disciples... now everyone's foundation is different, and they are clearly on two different paths.

The other party cannot bring them back to the Heavenly Dao, but they can bring the other party into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons to serve the Jade Emperor's great cause together.

The Buddha of Joy did not speak, but slowly extended his palm.

The moment the golden brocade of karmic obstacles appeared, the atmosphere among the mountains suddenly became heavy.

The next moment, the Joyful True Buddha burst forth, his Buddhist treasure in his palm descending like a net of heaven upon the Medicine King True Buddha, whom he knew best.

Because we understand, we have a greater chance of winning!
This scene undoubtedly crushed the last trace of hesitation in the hearts of all the Buddhas and monks.

"Ho!"

The Ancestral God gradually opened his eyes wide. The actions of the two religions were harmful to heaven and earth, but for these emperors and true Buddhas, they were laying the foundation for their supreme status.

That young man actually managed to get these beings to abandon their stance and fight for him!

Given the current situation, if the other side can restrain these monks even slightly, they can release him. With six against six, the Ancestral God has no idea that he might be defeated.

But he soon realized that Shen Yi still didn't look at him.

Instead, the battle between the two true Buddhas took an unexpected turn.

Joyful True Buddha and Medicine King True Buddha appeared beside the Buddha in the world. The two listened to the Buddha preach together, and their realms and strengths were almost the same.

But now, in everyone's eyes, the situation has become one-sided.

The Joyful True Buddha held a pink and white lotus in one hand and wielded the Golden Karmic Barrier Brocade in the other, exuding an aggressive aura. In contrast, the Medicine King True Buddha could only summon a large cauldron to protect himself, but was easily engulfed by the flames of karmic barrier.

"I urge you, senior brother, to accompany the Jade Emperor and together create a prosperous era!"

The Buddha of Joy had never experienced such a feeling before; every time he took action, he was not drawing upon his own inner strength.

Of course, since entering the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, he has no foundation left and is only using the tribulation power bestowed upon him by Shen Yi in the hall.

But the feeling of recklessly squandering one's power without worrying about the consequences or even caring about life and death is truly wonderful.

Even if he were to be defeated, he could simply return to the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons and rebuild his Buddha body.

If the Medicine King Buddha is defeated, he will have to obediently enter the palace, with no chance to try again.

"You have followed the Demon Emperor and fallen into the demonic path. You are now a demon Buddha, destined for eternal damnation. Why don't you wake up!" The Medicine King True Buddha hid in the cauldron, frantically swatting at the karmic fire on his body. His face was flushed red, and he showed signs of weakness as soon as they started fighting.

Seeing his junior brother's appearance, he could easily guess the miserable fate that awaited him if he lost. Therefore, he became even more hesitant and waited for the other true Buddhas to come to his rescue.

"The devil's path?"

The Buddha of Joy seemed to be provoked by these words, his eyes becoming even more ferocious. Not only did he become more ruthless in his attacks, but his voice also gained a hint of savagery: "You mortals have never seen the new heaven. I am opening your eyes for you. Why don't you sincerely thank me!"

"call."

Houtu Niangniang's eyes flickered as she looked at the current situation, her feelings suddenly becoming somewhat complicated.

Immortals and Buddhas, who preyed on all living beings, used heaven and earth as their chessboard, manipulating and playing with them at will. Now, they themselves have become like this, like mad dogs biting each other. Isn't this just an eye for an eye?

The dignity they so clung to and cherished, like a thin veil covering their shame, was finally torn away at this moment.

How can one know the misery of a chess piece if one has never been one?

Faced with such punishment, being completely wiped out would probably be considered a blessing.

Seeing that the Medicine King True Buddha was already showing signs of being unable to hold on, the other four True Buddhas exchanged glances, dared not hesitate any longer, and silently leaped up, their Buddhist treasures radiating boundless golden light, attacking the Joyful True Buddha from all directions.

However, the Medicine King True Buddha neither dodged nor yielded, nor even glanced back, focusing all his energy on smashing the giant cauldron, as if he had some kind of life-or-death grudge against the Medicine King True Buddha.

"Inhuman!"

The will to survive is human nature, and even immortals and Buddhas cannot avoid it.

But at this moment, the reaction of the Buddha of Joy was clearly that he had lost his mind, which made all the Buddhas tremble with fear.

However, just as they set off...

The North Pole Emperor and the East Pole Emperor also quietly took out the pagoda and the divine bell.

Compared to the Joyful True Buddha, these two giants of the Three Immortals Sect had less psychological burden when facing the Buddhas and monks, and they showed no mercy when they fought.

Houtu Niangniang glanced at Shen Yi, and after receiving a nod in response, she also took out her jade bottle and rushed out to join the battle.

She could no longer understand this young man at all, but the arrangements he made seemed to never go wrong.

The battle between the nine top-tier experts directly caused the Southern Sumeru to crack open, bursting with golden light and causing the desolate land to shake violently.

Despite outnumbering four to five, they held their own against all odds.

"..." The Ancestral God and a group of righteous gods stood stunned in the cage on the Buddha Cliff.

Qi Feng stared intently at Qian Qing beside him, his sense of awe growing stronger. What kind of skills could Qian Qing possibly possess? Just the fact that Qian Qing could summon Shen Yi at any time was enough to make him stand proudly at the pinnacle of the world.

He truly hadn't expected that even the Buddha and many other true Buddhas couldn't harm Qian Qing in the slightest.

The other party's previous words were hardly arrogant; now they seem rather modest.

But soon, Qi Feng noticed that, apart from being shocked, the Ancestral God did not show any joy in its eyes. It paused for a moment, then immediately realized what was going on.

Despite the seemingly favorable situation, it's only because the Buddha hasn't made a move yet, and now that the Ancestral God is trapped, Shen Yi is all alone.

The ancestral god did not understand why the other party had arranged things this way when there was clearly a better method.

It had just heard the true Buddha utter the name of the Jade Emperor, meaning that this was an emperor facing a religious leader alone.

Could it really be that nonsensical reason... that they don't want their own meridians to be damaged?

At this moment, a long sigh interrupted the gods' thoughts.

"After looking at it from all angles, the old monk finally understood some of it."

In the past, Buddha sat high on the nine-colored lotus platform, carefully observing the young man in the distance. He asked with some curiosity, "Benefactor Shen, you have arranged so many things and hidden such mysterious methods, only to reveal them to the world now. Is it all just to create an opportunity for me to fight this old monk one-on-one?"

As his voice rang out, the curiosity in his eyes gradually turned into amusement, and finally into undisguised mockery.

The Buddha smiled silently in the past: "May I ask you a question, benefactor?"

"Speak." Shen Yi lowered her eyes and casually rolled up her sleeves.

"Have you ever fought against any of the religious leaders?" The True Buddha of the Past raised the corners of his lips.

"Does the Arctic Emperor, who is blessed by the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, count?" Shen Yi finally finished adjusting his wide sleeves.

However, this response made the Buddha's originally silent laughter deafening. The Buddhist chant echoed throughout the Southern Continent, and his withered body trembled violently, his shoulders shaking, as if he had heard some utterly ridiculous words.

"That's it, that's it!"

He said that given Shen Yi's cautious nature, she wouldn't make such a rash move.

It turns out that the ant, looking into the well, mistook it for the clear sky.

Amidst the deep laughter, Shen Yi loosely clenched his fist, and a stone staff stained with the blood of the Emperor Buddha appeared in his palm. The moment the staff appeared, the surroundings felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, chilling them to the bone.

"I have a question, too."

"Please speak frankly, benefactor." The Buddha appeared incredibly tolerant and magnanimous at this moment.

"Has the sect leader ever fought with me, Shen?"

The identical rhetorical question startled the Buddha in the past, but he quickly smiled again. This childish stubbornness made it impossible to get angry; instead, it only made people feel more amused.

"Never..."

He had just responded when his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Because Shen Yi finally raised her head, her five fingers suddenly clenched the stone stick, and her calm, fair face, which was far away at the end of the sky one moment, was now close to the eyes of the Buddha of the past the next.

A clear voice rang in his ears.

"So you're laughing at your mother?"

Shen Yi's handsome features remained largely unchanged, but the slight upturn of his lips revealed a strange ferocity and menacing glint in his deep, dark eyes.

A young man who emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his gentle and refined demeanor was merely a disguise for navigating the world.

He has never changed; he is still the same knife-wielding man who would suddenly fly into a rage over a momentary impulse.

The pressure he had endured along the way, and the loss of those he cared about, were now all gathered in his palms.

The straight stone rod rose up, carrying an aura that could crush heaven and earth, and swept straight across.

The already crumbling Nanxumi was completely shattered by the sweeping force of the staff. The temple was destroyed, the towering Buddhist mountain collapsed, and huge rocks, like small boat wrecks, drifted silently between heaven and earth before being swept away and turned into dust by that staff.

Whether it was the Emperor and the True Buddha who were engaged in a magical battle, or the righteous gods imprisoned in the Buddha Cliff, they all looked up in astonishment.

The Buddha of the past, who was directly facing this blow, suddenly changed his expression and hurriedly raised his robe.

If the true Buddha's robe is adorned with stars and the moon, then the Buddha's robe is decorated with rows of great suns, which, when unfurled, instantly obscure the original sky.

It surged violently, the sky seemed to fall down, as if trying to separate the two people again.

Shen Yi stared indifferently at the red cloth hanging from the sky before her, feeling no sense of solemnity whatsoever. Instead, she found it filthy and the red color somewhat glaring.

If you don't like it, then tear it apart!

The staff, as sharp as a knife, cleaved horizontally, and with a hissing sound, the stone staff stretched out for thousands of feet, tearing the crimson sky apart.

It crashed heavily onto the nine-colored lotus platform, shattering it cleanly and decisively. Then it landed on the shoulder of the past Buddha, blasting that withered figure violently into the mortal world.

What utter nonsense! It doesn't even deserve to be suspended above the mortal world.

The moment the great power struck the Buddha's body, the Buddha of the past finally understood the meaning of Shen Yi's question.

The leader is part of the transcendent, so he can have strength that surpasses that of the Emperor and the True Buddha. But Shen Yi is very pure. He relied purely on himself to reach the realm of crushing the entire first rank!

The emaciated monk landed with a thud, his robe reduced to a tattered rag, the radiance of the lotus throne gone. He tremblingly extended his palms, his body stained with blood, all traces of his former arrogance gone.

He looked up in horror.

Shen Yi calmly brought the stick down, his figure upright, his black robes swaying. Behind him was a majestic and indescribable black Buddha, sitting cross-legged, plunging everything in sight into chaos.

Both of them looked down at the same time, silently announcing to the world where the great power of that blow came from.

Two sides of the same coin: the reverence of the true Buddha and the emperor, now converged in one person.

"Wake it up for me!"

Even if he suffered a great loss, the Buddha in the past was unwilling to lose his aura.

It is important to know that the other True Buddha Emperors are still locked in battle, and whether one has the upper hand is a crucial factor affecting the mentality of both sides.

His face was covered in blood, his eyes were contorted in a ferocious expression, yet he still suddenly raised his arms high.

Amidst the resounding cheers, one after another, golden Buddha statues rose from the ground, their faces majestic and their forms varied, each one no less imposing than the dark Buddha shadow.

As countless figures emerged, forming a continuous mountain range, they all looked towards the Demon Emperor in the center, their Buddhist light reaching its zenith.

Many Buddha figures simultaneously raised their palms, intending to clasp them together to suppress the youth in the arena.

Shen Yi casually glanced at the densely packed tall figures around him. The next moment, the Immovable Buddha behind him also raised his palms, calmly bringing them together.

As it moved, Wanfo suddenly froze, its palms as if stuck in mud, every movement extremely difficult.

The moment the palm of the Acala Buddha pressed firmly against the Buddha, the vast Buddha light was obscured by dark clouds, and the Buddha statues lost their spiritual light in an instant. Their bodies trembled violently and then shattered together!
(End of this chapter)