Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 834 The End of the Human King
In a moment, Zhunti demonstrated an extremely high ability to control the five elements, and it was unknown how many times the power of the five elements changed in his body.

Relying on his high realm, Zhunti took back 90% of the 100% innate Yi wood essence, and the remaining part was divided into two halves. Deng Chanyu took away half with the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map, and Huang Zhongli from Kunlun Mountain also took away half.

"Teacher, look at this." Deng Chanyu lowered her voice and let Nuwa see the innate Yi wood essence she had collected.

Nuwa took a curious look at the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains map, then smiled. "He actually brought back a trace of innate Gengjin essence? There's something wrong with Zhunti's method of controlling these Yimu essences. This guy is more seriously injured than I thought. Let's forget it now."

She did not continue to delve into the topic, but just had a look of gloating on her face. Not only would Zhunti's cultivation level not improve greatly, but his foundation would probably be damaged, and it would take billions of years to recover.

If other saints had sealed Rahu, the Heavenly Dao would more or less give them some merit as a reward. But the Buddhists should not ask for merit. You should pay off your debts first.

When Zhunti returned to the Pure Land, she naturally called them "Buddha" and "Buddha Mother" in front of outsiders, but when she was in front of her own senior brother, there was no need to hide it.

Zhunti had a bitter face, without any joy after winning: "Junior brother is incompetent and has brought shame to me."

Jie Yin had just established Buddhism and needed to establish his authority. He went to fight the devil Buddha with the dignity of a saint, but ended up being stabbed. It was shameful no matter how you looked at it.

Jie Yin didn't care about false reputation: "Honor and disgrace are all illusory. How can we talk about each other as brothers? You should retreat quickly and repair your foundation."

Zhunti hesitated for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "Brother, Buddhism has just been established, and without a capable person to manage the affairs of the religion, how can we proceed? How about I go to the prehistoric world and find one or two capable people, convert them to Buddhism, and take charge of the daily affairs?"

When there are many people, there are naturally many things to do. In the past, there were only a hundred or so disciples in the Western religion, and they knew each other well. It was not an exaggeration to say that those disciples had deep roots and extraordinary wisdom. It was easy to manage at that time. Now, a large number of disciples have been recruited, and there are a myriad of affairs to deal with, and the demands are also diverse.

The "mass-sending" message of Jie Yin attracted a lot of people, which seemed to be very powerful, but in fact it was just a mix of good and bad. If Zhunti did not use the thoughts of a saint, he would not be able to call out the names of many immortals.

Jieyin has high cultivation and a firm heart, but he has no management skills. Previously, Zhunti was in charge of religious affairs. If he were to go into seclusion now, who would be in charge of this newly established Buddhism? Maitreya?
Maitreya is not very good at management, not to mention Bhaisajyaguru, Ksitigarbha, and Mahasthamaprapta. Buddhism now lacks a person who can manage the affairs of the religion. The prehistoric world is a world where the big fist has the right. The cultivation level of this Buddhist manager cannot be low. It would be even better if he could overwhelm all the disciples.

Jie Yin has been wearing a bitter face. He naturally knows the limits of his abilities. His Taoist name is Jie Yin. As the name suggests, this is the role of a guide, not a manager. He is taciturn and is not suitable for managing a large sect at all. The problem is that there is no other way now?
He said, "Brother, go and retreat. I will take care of everything."

Zhunti was very touched and bowed with his palms together: "Yes, Brother."

Zhunti went into seclusion to repair his saintly foundation, leaving Jieyin to fret. In his heart, his junior fellow's cultivation was more important than ten Buddhist teachings combined. His solution was simple: let the disciples within the sect try to manage it. If that didn't work, he'd seek help from the Three Pure Ones. Wasn't that just a matter of saving face? No! If you don't help me, I'll just give up. If I collapse here, that demon will have to return to your C drive. You'll have to figure it out!
The devil and the Buddha made their appearance, and with Rāhu being sealed, the war came to a temporary end, and it was time for the Human King to truly come to an end.

Jiang Ziya issued a death order, and King Zhou had to be killed no matter what.

The Tuwu Sword was extremely ferocious and was using blood to heal King Zhou's injuries every moment. This thing, which was almost like a blood-locking hook, made King Zhou fight his way in and out of the Zhou camp seven times. Seventeen members of the Ji clan were killed in the battle. Longxuhu, a disciple of Jiang Ziya who had just returned from Kunlun Mountain, was beheaded by a sword. Hongyao, a white-haired veteran among King Wen's four friends, also died on the battlefield.

Jiang Ziya suddenly whipped King Zhou. The magic whip was effective, and this was almost the turning point of the whole battle.

With the Tuwu Sword in hand, King Zhou had unlimited physical strength, but he still had his limits. The Divine Whip severely injured his soul, and he felt dizzy and the world was spinning. He clearly had endless strength in his body, but at this moment his body did not feel like his own and he could not muster any strength at all.

The two thousand merchant soldiers led by the brothers Lei Xiong and Lei Peng were all killed in the battle. They were also immortal, but in front of Taiyi Zhenren, who rushed to collect his disciples' bodies, the flesh and blood of mortals were no match for the Nine Dragon Divine Fire. If one thousand degrees Celsius wouldn't kill them, what about two thousand? If two thousand wasn't enough, three thousand would definitely burn them to ash.

King Zhou was the only one left on the vast battlefield. His horse, Xiaoyao, had been torn to pieces by the Zhou army. How could it be restored? It had been chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces, the fragments spread far apart. How could it be restored?

"Traitor! Jiang Shang! Traitor who only knows how to attack by surprise, do you dare to fight me to the death!" King Zhou roared repeatedly, relying on the Tuwu Sword to support his staggering body. His eyes were red, and he could no longer see the difference between Jiang Ziya and the other Zhou generals. Looking around, he could only see blurry figures.

Jiang Ziya's four beasts had all been chopped to death. He now sat on his horse and saluted with his fists clasped together: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being unable to perform the full ceremony due to my armor."

Upon hearing the voice, King Zhou pointed his sword at him from a distance and said, "I have treated you well, why do you want to destroy my country? You are a Taoist cultivator, aren't you afraid that you will be haunted by karma and die in the future?"

Jiang Ziya is really not afraid of this. He has died several times. The people you bestowed those favors on were the previous Jiang Ziya. What does it have to do with me, the new Jiang Ziya?
He said frankly, "Hasn't Your Majesty heard that 'the world does not belong to one person, but to all people?' Heaven's mandate is unpredictable and only favors the virtuous. In the past, Emperor Yao held the world but handed it over to Shun. Therefore, those who accept Heaven's punishment are called Heaven's officials. How can we still charge them with the name of a subject attacking his ruler?"

He spoke a lot of words in a very eloquent manner, the general meaning of which was that it was very reasonable for a minister to attack his king, very reasonable.

King Zhou sneered at first, then burst into laughter: "Using a minister to attack the king, that sounds so nice! But what do you Zhou people always talk about as 'ritual'? Is it the ritual of using a minister to attack the king? The one who first created the tombs, will he have no descendants?"

Taiyi Zhenren stood beside Jiang Ziya and said softly, "Master Ziya, stop talking and start now."

(End of this chapter)