Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

He looked around and saw the powerful figures from the Indian Buddhist Kingdom, who had also been transferred there and whose faces still showed astonishment and confusion, as well as the group of "ants" from the Nine-Layered Heavenly Prison opposite him, whom he hated with a passion. Looking up again, he saw Amitabha Buddha seated on a thousand-petaled golden lotus, radiating majestic Buddha light, and behind his teacher, a vast, seemingly imposing array of three thousand Buddhas...

The last trace of doubt in Bai Lian Tong Zi's heart vanished, leaving only boundless arrogance and the madness of about to avenge his great enemy and establish merit!

He suddenly pointed at the people in the Nine Heavens Prison who had just regained their footing and were looking around warily, as well as... those nine giant dragons that made him instinctively feel uneasy, but which he ignored in his ecstasy. With his sharp and piercing voice, he gave a stern order to the powerful people from the Indian Buddhist Kingdom who had also been transferred behind him.

"All soldiers, listen to my command!! Do you see those Heavenly Court lackeys and those long snakes that appeared out of nowhere?! Our master has personally taken action and brought these traitors and monsters to our Western Paradise! This is a golden opportunity!"

"Follow me, and we'll annihilate them all! Especially that lackey Nezha of the Prison God Lin Zhu, and these eyesores of long snakes! Capture them all, and I'll personally crush their souls, just like I crushed that little white dragon! Let them taste the agony of being utterly destroyed, body and soul... uh?"

His command was only halfway through when his voice abruptly stopped.

Because he suddenly realized that the "soldiers" behind him, whom he thought would immediately respond to his orders, were all frozen in place as if under a spell. Not only did they not respond to his commands, but they were also all pale-faced and staring in extreme terror at... his back? Or rather, at some direction higher up.

Not only that, he also clearly felt countless sharp, cold, and piercing gazes, filled with boundless rage and absolute majesty, like tangible arrows, piercing his back!
At the same time, a powerful pressure, even more refined and terrifying than the dragon's might he had felt before, seemingly capable of crushing even a quasi-saint's primordial spirit, descended like a towering mountain, locking him firmly in place!

The White Lotus Child's hair stood on end. An unprecedented sense of fear, stemming from his very survival instinct, instantly overwhelmed his mind, which had been clouded by ecstasy! With difficulty, like a rusty machine, he slowly turned his head, following the terrified gazes of the people behind him, looking behind him towards the source of the oppressive aura and the gazes—

Nine pairs! A full nine pairs! The enormous dragon eyes, like cold, sun-like light, were looking down at him, fixedly and without a trace of emotion! The anger, killing intent, and indifference in those eyes, as if looking at an ant, made the White Lotus Child, a newly ascended Quasi-Saint and arrogant Saint Child, feel his legs go weak and his primordial spirit tremble. He almost lost control and knelt down on the spot!
Dragons… the dragon race?! And not just one or two, but nine! The aura emanating from each one made this newly promoted quasi-saint feel his heart tremble! Especially the three leading ones with purple-gold dragon crowns on their heads… their pressure was as unfathomable as facing a saint!

"This...this is...the Dragon Clan?! Weren't they supposed to have long since fallen into seclusion, living in peace across the four seas? How could they...how could they have gathered in the Western Paradise? And their aura is so...ancient and terrifying?!"

A storm raged in Bai Lian Tong Zi's heart; an ominous premonition, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around his heart.

Just then, a grand, compassionate, yet supremely majestic voice, as if capable of washing away all delusions and illuminating all sins, resounded like a morning bell and evening drum in this oppressive world, clearly reaching the ears of every living being, especially the depths of the White Lotus Child's soul.

"Bai Lian, you are guilty."

This sound came from Amitabha Buddha, who sat serenely on a thousand-petaled golden lotus!
As if doused with a bucket of ice water, the White Lotus Child instantly snapped out of his manic and arrogant state! He turned sharply, looking at Amitabha Buddha, then at the Tathagata Buddha and Dipankara Buddha behind Amitabha Buddha, their faces grave and eyes filled with complex emotions, and the three thousand Buddhas, a dark mass facing the nine true dragons as if facing a formidable enemy…

Even he, in his dazed state, finally realized something was wrong!

This atmosphere was not one of welcoming his triumphant return, nor of besieging the enemy! It was clearly... that the Western Heavenly Spirit Mountain was facing an unprecedented and terrifying threat from the ancient dragon race! And he himself seemed to be... the fuse that ignited this threat?!

"Pfft!"

The White Lotus Boy could no longer hold on; his legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. The ecstasy and arrogance on his face vanished, replaced by endless fear and bewilderment.

He raised his head and looked at Amitabha Buddha, his voice trembling and choked with sobs.

"Master... what crime have I committed? I fought bravely in Nanzhan, capturing and killing enemy generals, and made great contributions to the Western Heaven... why... why are these snakes here? Why are they showing such murderous intent towards me?"

He still hasn't fully grasped the situation, or rather, he's unwilling to believe the most terrifying possibility.

"Roar--!!!"

The only response he received was a low, furious roar from all nine true dragons! The Purple-Gold Dragon Emperor, in particular, had a murderous glint in its eyes that was almost tangible. It slightly raised its claws, and terrifying power coalesced at their tips, shattering even the space itself! It almost couldn't resist tearing the culprit to shreds!

However, Amitabha Buddha's seemingly casual yet immensely powerful spacetime teleportation ability allowed the Purple-Gold Dragon Emperor to retain a sliver of reason amidst his rage.

This incarnation of Buddha is not someone to be trifled with.

The Platinum Dragon Emperor, however, had no such scruples. He stared coldly at the White Lotus Child, who was kneeling on the ground and still trying to argue. His voice was as cold as ice, filled with undisguised killing intent and mockery.

"Even on the verge of death, you still dare to be stubborn! Killing my dragon clan and its descendants, severing the karmic ties of my race, is an unforgivable crime!"
"You little brat, do you really think that just because you have the backing of the Western Paradise, you can do whatever you want? Today, not only is the incarnation of the Guide here, but even if the Guide himself were here, he wouldn't be able to frighten my Dragon Clan! If you don't give my clan a satisfactory explanation, today will be a fight to the death!"

These words, like a final verdict, completely shattered the last glimmer of hope in the White Lotus Boy's heart.

His face was ashen, his lips trembled, but he could no longer utter a complete sentence. He could only look in terror at the nine true dragons whose killing intent was boiling, and then at Amitabha Buddha and the three thousand Buddhas whose faces were ashen. His heart was filled with boundless fear and regret.

Meanwhile, the people in the Nine-Story Heavenly Prison, who had been inexplicably transferred to this den of dragons and tigers, were also looking at each other in bewilderment, inwardly lamenting their misfortune.

Nezha frowned and complained in a low voice to the Golden Turtle and others beside him.

"What's going on? We were fighting perfectly fine, and suddenly we were 'moved' to this godforsaken place by an irresistible force! Who is this Buddha? His supernatural powers are too outrageous!"

The Golden Tortoise of the Abyss stood close to where Lin Zhu had been standing, trembling all over, its voice trembling with tears.

"Nezha... this isn't the time to talk about this! Boss... it seems the God of Hell wasn't transferred here with us! What... what are we going to do? Those nine dragons, that Buddha, and all those bald monks on the mountain... we can't afford to mess with any of them! With Boss gone, aren't we... are we just sitting ducks?"

Taigu Tianying's expression was also extremely solemn. He tried to sense Lin Zhu's aura, but to no avail, and could only force himself to remain calm.

"Calm down! The Lord of the Prison is all-powerful and must have sensed something! Let's form a protective array and observe the situation!" Just then, Amitabha Buddha, seated on the lotus platform, slowly turned his compassionate gaze toward the people in the Nine Heavens Prison.

He gave a gentle, reassuring smile, nodded slightly to the crowd, and apologized in a calm voice.

"Amitabha. Dear benefactors, the matter arose suddenly, and I had no choice but to invite you to my Western Heavenly Spirit Mountain, which has disturbed your battle in Southern Zhan. I am truly sorry. This action was only to resolve a greater karmic calamity and was not malicious. I hope you will understand."

His attitude was remarkably humble and polite, as if he were genuinely inviting guests. However, none of the people in the Nine-Story Heavenly Prison dared to let their guard down; the more courteous the old monk was, the more unfathomable he seemed.

Amitabha Buddha seemed to see through everyone's doubts and continued to speak gently.

"As for the Prison God Lin Zhu... because he possesses extraordinary abilities and a unique destiny, the 'Mustard Seed Contains Mount Sumeru, Universe in a Sleeve' technique that I just used was unable to summon him along. However..."

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless space as he looked towards the direction of Jambudvipa (the southern continent).

"This humble monk has extended a respectful invitation to him. He is probably on his way now."

Just as Amitabha Buddha said.

Above the snow-covered city of Jambudvipa in the south.

Just a moment ago, Lin Zhu clearly felt a vast, pure, and majestic Buddhist power containing the supreme Buddhist truth descend without warning, like an invisible giant net that instantly enveloped the area where the people in the Nine Heavens Prison were located, as well as the powerful figures in the opposing Indian Buddhist Kingdom camp!
The next moment, the space in that area underwent a violent distortion and folding that involved fundamental rules! Nezha, the Golden Turtle of the Abyss, the Flood Dragon Demon King... all the familiar auras, along with the auras of the Buddhas and Arhats opposite him, became blurred and distant in an instant, and then... disappeared!

It wasn't hiding or escaping, but rather being forcibly "cut off" from this world by a higher-level force and transferred to some unknown location!
Almost simultaneously, a peaceful and respectful thought, yet seemingly containing an unquestionable will, traversed endless space and resounded directly in his mind.

"Lord Lin Zhu, the God of Hell, there has been a change in the Western Paradise, concerning a major karmic matter. This humble monk Amitabha, hereby respectfully invites you to the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Western Paradise to discuss a way to resolve this. Please forgive any intrusion."

The words were very polite, even respectful, and contained no threats whatsoever.

But at that moment, Lin Zhu's heart sank!

It wasn't because of the other party's politeness, but because of the... almost "notification" ability they displayed! Silently, across two continents, they precisely "kidnapped" almost all of his important combat forces, even taking away the enemy's core experts along with them! And then, they so "politely" invited him over!

This is not negotiation; this is flexing muscles! It's a silent threat, more powerful than any roar!
"Amitabha Buddha... guides the benevolent incarnation of the saint..."

A cold glint flashed in Lin Zhu's eyes.

For the first time, he felt so clearly the suffocating gap between himself and the being standing at the very top of the Three Realms. The other party didn't even need to attack him personally; just by demonstrating their abilities, they had already put him in such a passive position.

A long-lost sense of powerlessness and urgency, typical of the weak facing absolute power, quietly welled up in my heart.

He's not strong enough! Not nearly enough!

Without hesitation, Lin Zhu flipped his hand and took out an ancient jade talisman, crushing it without a second thought. The jade talisman transformed into a dazzling light, enveloping him and instantly tearing through space, hurtling towards the direction of the Western Spirit Mountain that he had sensed in the darkness!

A moment later, at the Great Thunder Temple on Mount Ling in the Western Paradise.

The space rippled slightly, and a figure in white calmly stepped out; it was Lin Zhu.

The moment he stepped onto this land, his brow furrowed slightly. The first thing that caught his eye was the Great Thunderclap Temple, a landmark of the Western Paradise that should have been solemn and radiant with Buddhist light. Now, it looked as if a giant had taken a bite out of it; the highest section was missing, the broken edge jagged and uneven, appearing utterly wretched and miserable. The face of the Western Paradise had clearly suffered a severe blow.

Then, he looked up and saw nine giant dragons hovering in the air, radiating terrifying pressure like nine ancient divine mountains!
Lin Zhu's pupils contracted slightly. With his current cultivation and eyesight, coupled with his experience of obtaining the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline mount "Xiao Qiong" and the Dragon Pearl, he instantly determined that these nine giant dragons were definitely not ordinary dragons from the Four Seas!

The ancient, noble, and powerful bloodline aura emanating from them, originating from the creation of the world and enduring countless eons, along with their dragon might refined to the extreme, all proclaim that they are truly super-powerful beings possessing the supreme bloodline of the dragon race! They are living legends of the primordial era!
Then look at the scene where the nine true dragons are facing off against the three thousand Buddhas, led by Amitabha and Tathagata, and the white lotus boy kneeling in the middle, his face ashen...

Lin Zhu's mind raced. Combining the events of Ao Lie being killed and having his primordial spirit shattered by the White Lotus Child, he instantly understood the cause and effect—the Dragon Clan was enraged and had come directly to their doorstep! Moreover, judging from the tragic state of the Great Thunderclap Temple, these old dragons were clearly not ordinary in temper.

Finally, his gaze fell upon Amitabha Buddha, who sat serenely atop a seven-jeweled thousand-petaled golden lotus, radiating majestic light and exuding compassion and peace.

The moment Lin Zhu's gaze met Amitabha Buddha's eyes, eyes that seemed to hold boundless wisdom and compassion, the string of vigilance in his heart instantly tightened to its limit! This person was probably the most difficult to deal with today. Today's matter was unlikely to end well.

When Amitabha Buddha saw Lin Zhu looking at him, his gentle and compassionate smile deepened.

He clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and apologized in an almost humble tone.

"Amitabha. I apologize for not being able to greet you properly, Lord of Hell. The matter happened suddenly, and I am truly sorry for inviting you in this way."

His attitude was impeccable, and his manners were impeccable. (End of Chapter)