Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Lin Yao slapped the tiger demon to death and stood on the collapsed half of the mountain. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly sensed an unusual energy fluctuation coming from not far away.

The fluctuation was extremely faint; if he hadn't now integrated multiple powers within him, giving him a perception far superior to what it used to be, he probably wouldn't have noticed it at all. He stopped, frowned slightly, and extended his spiritual power, following the source of the fluctuation.

After the Black Wind Ridge peak collapsed, the dissipated demonic energy did not completely dissipate. Instead, it slowly condensed in mid-air, as if drawn by some force, converging in one direction. The black and red demonic energy tumbled and swirled in the air, gradually solidifying into the outline of a statue.

The statue was initially blurry, but as the demonic energy continued to gather, its outline became clearer and clearer, eventually transforming into a Buddha statue about three feet tall. The Buddha statue was dark gold in color, sitting cross-legged with its hands in a mudra, its face showing both compassion and a hint of majesty.

Lin Yao stared intently and discovered that the Buddha statue was not an inanimate object—its surface began to emit golden light, like a lit lamp, growing brighter and brighter. Within the light, the surface of the Buddha statue began to crack, with cracks spreading out like a spider web, and fragments falling down in a flurry.

"Click—"

With a crisp sound, the Buddha statue shattered completely, and a golden figure stepped out from within.

It was a guardian Vajra, twelve feet tall, entirely golden, with bulging muscles, clad in golden armor, and wielding a vajra. His face was fierce, his eyes wide open, and a golden Buddhist seal between his brows radiated intense Buddhist light. He stood on the void, and with each step he took, a golden ripple spread through the air, as if even space itself trembled slightly under his oppressive aura.

"This aura... Heavenly soldiers from the Heavenly Court?" The guardian Vajra's gaze swept around, taking in the area where the tiger demon, already reduced to dust by Lin Yao's Five Elements Palm, had been. He then looked at the half-collapsed mountain peak, gaining a general understanding of the current situation. He immediately turned to Lin Yao, his gaze sharp as lightning, scanning Lin Yao's entire body.

He saw the faint aura of immortality swirling around Lin Yao—the insignia of the Heavenly Soldiers, faint yet unmistakable. He also noticed the lotus flower protective mark between Lin Yao's brows, and a thought immediately crossed his mind: He hadn't expected this crucial point to be destroyed.

The tiger demon of Black Wind Ridge was a pawn that his Buddhist sect had painstakingly planted here to monitor movements in the East, and also a crucial link in the sect's strategy in the East. Now, this pawn had been uprooted, and the entire cave had been destroyed along with it. How could he explain this to his superiors?

The guardian deity's face darkened, golden flames blazing in his eyes as he glared angrily. His voice boomed like a bell: "This Black Wind Ridge was a demon who had converted to Buddhism, a creature that had already laid down its butcher's knife. I never expected you to be so ruthless, utterly destroying its soul! I'll capture you and investigate thoroughly before we talk—I hope you'll surrender quickly!"

He spoke with high-sounding words, but Lin Yao knew perfectly well that this guardian deity wasn't interested in uncovering the truth; he clearly wanted to kill and silence them. Since this tiger demon was a pawn planted by Buddhism, how could Buddhism not know about its misdeeds—killing to refine treasures, eating human flesh and blood? But they pretended not to know, allowing the tiger demon to commit evil, simply to maintain the value of this pawn. Now that the pawn was destroyed, they naturally wouldn't let it go.

The guardian deity quickly made a decision. He raised his palm and struck Lin Yao.

That palm strike seemed ordinary, but the force contained immense Buddhist power, pressing down on Lin Yao like a mountain. Wherever the palm strike passed, the air was compressed, producing a sharp crackling sound. The remaining pebbles on the ground were shaken into the air by that force, and then crushed into dust in mid-air.

Lin Yao stood still, calmly watching the palm strike land. He didn't take the Dharma Protector's blow to heart. What concerned him more was—he hadn't expected there to be such a significant entanglement with the Western Paradise, and that this person seemed to be a rather important pawn, having actually provoked the Dharma Protector's arrival. It seemed his slap had landed on the wrong person.

However, since it's already been filmed, there's nothing to regret.

Faced with the palm strike unleashed by the guardian deity, which was composed of condensed Buddhist light, Lin Yao immediately clenched his fist, concentrated his strength, and met the attack head-on!

He didn't retreat or dodge, but went straight to meet it. His right fist was clenched, and the power within his body surged out like a river—Groudon's earth power made his fist as heavy as a mountain, and WarGreymon's dragon factor made his fist as domineering as a dragon. The five elements intertwined on his fist, turning into a colorful light.

"boom--!!!"

Their fists and palms collided, unleashing a deafening roar. A violent shockwave emanated from the two men, spreading outwards and hurling away the remaining rubble and dust from the ground, forming a massive mushroom cloud in mid-air.

Lin Yao's body swayed slightly, and several cracks appeared on the ground beneath his feet, but he did not take a single step back. The guardian Vajra, however, changed his expression, feeling an overwhelming force surge from Lin Yao's fist, which made his arm go numb, and he involuntarily slid backward several meters.

"How is this possible?!" The guardian Vajra was shocked. He was a guardian Vajra of Buddhism, having cultivated the orthodox Buddhist teachings for thousands of years, his physical body tempered to be as hard as a diamond, yet he was actually knocked back by a single punch from a heavenly soldier who looked to have only a hundred years of cultivation?

Undeterred, he attacked again. This time, he held nothing back, unleashing his full power. His hands lashed out repeatedly, unleashing a barrage of golden Buddha palms that rained down on Lin Yao, each strike capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks.

Undeterred, Lin Yao met the attack with a punch. His fist techniques were wide and powerful, each punch carrying the force of a thunderbolt, colliding head-on with the Buddha palms. The two engaged in a fierce battle on the collapsed mountain peak, their fists and palms flashing, the booming sounds deafening.

After more than ten rounds, Lin Yao seized an opening and punched the guardian Vajra in the chest.

"puff--!"

The guardian deity spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a distant mountain wall, creating a huge crater. He struggled to slide down the mountainside, kneeling on one knee, clutching his chest, his face ashen.

He was utterly shocked. This celestial soldier before him was clearly just an ordinary celestial soldier; how could he possess such terrifying strength? Moreover, his power contained multiple different primal forces—the weight of the earth, the intensity of flames, the domineering nature of dragons, and the unpredictable power of the five elements. This was definitely not the power of an ordinary celestial soldier!

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi, and slowly stood up. He knew he couldn't be careless any longer. He clasped his hands together, chanting incantations, and the Buddhist power within him surged forth like a tide, condensing into a golden protective shield around his body.

"Dragon and Tiger Protect You!"

He let out a low shout, and the phantoms of a golden dragon and a white tiger appeared above the golden shield. The golden dragon coiled, and the white tiger roared, the two intertwining to form an unbreakable defense. At the same time, he activated his magical artifact—a string of Buddhist beads flew from his wrist, transforming into one hundred and eight golden points of light in the air, swirling around him, each point radiating intense Buddhist light, like a small sun.

But that wasn't enough. He knew that these alone were insufficient to suppress the strange heavenly soldier before him. He gritted his teeth, and the golden Buddhist seal between his brows suddenly lit up, emanating a vast and majestic aura.

That was the power of the Buddha's mark.

Although it was merely a trace of the Buddha's countless incarnations, the power it contained was enough to suppress the vast majority of immortals and gods. The guardian Vajra activated this mark, and an invisible pressure spread outwards like a tide, causing the entire world to tremble slightly under its influence.

Lin Yao's expression finally changed.

The oppressive force pressed down on him like a tangible weight, causing his body to lurch and his feet to sink into the ground. His bones creaked and groaned, as if they were about to be crushed by the force. His breathing became difficult; each inhale felt like a struggle against a mountain.

"So powerful..." Lin Yao gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He felt that the power was not just physical oppression, but also mental suppression. The mark of the Buddha contained a will that transcended the mortal world, as if it wanted to crush his soul.

In this critical moment, Lin Yao held nothing back. He took a deep breath, and the Star Palace within his body trembled slightly, releasing a vast power that flowed into his limbs and bones. The lotus mark between his brows suddenly lit up, radiating a dazzling light—no longer a simple white, but displaying a myriad of colors, as if containing the power of the very essence of heaven and earth.

"Break—for me!"

Lin Yao roared, and all the powers within his body erupted simultaneously. The power of the five elements from the Qilin in the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas soared into the sky, transforming into a five-colored pillar of light that shot straight into the clouds. Within that pillar of light was a perfect fusion of the five primordial powers of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, emanating an aura that seemed capable of creating the world.

The Buddha's light imprint began to crack under the impact of the Five Elements power. The originally indestructible embryonic Buddha kingdom in the palm shattered like glass under the impact of the Five Elements power, turning into countless golden light spots that dissipated into the air.

The guardian deity's expression changed drastically, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes. He never expected that this heavenly soldier could break free from the Buddha's seal! How could this be?!

But Lin Yao's counterattack was not over yet.

After the power of the Five Elements broke free from the constraints of the Buddha's light mark, the power of WarGreymon within him also erupted. A surge of violent Gaia power erupted from his body, carrying the domineering and majestic nature unique to dragons, merging with the power of the Five Elements to transform into an even more terrifying torrent of power.

"The nemesis of dragons!"

Lin Yao unleashed a punch, a punch imbued with the unpredictable power of the Five Elements and the destructive aura of Gaia's power, transforming into a gigantic fist shadow that hurtled towards the Guardian Vajra. Wherever the fist shadow passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp shriek.

The guardian Vajra's face turned deathly pale. He hurriedly activated his Dragon-Tiger Protection and the 108 Buddhist beads, attempting to block the punch. However, the power of the punch was simply too terrifying. The Dragon-Tiger Protection was torn apart the moment it made contact, and most of the 108 Buddhist beads shattered in a series of explosions.

"puff--!"

The guardian Vajra coughed up another mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. His golden armor shattered, his chest caved in, and his aura became extremely weak. He knew he was no match for the celestial soldier before him. If the fight continued, he might very well perish here.

He gritted his teeth, enduring his injuries, and turned into a golden streak of light, fleeing towards the western horizon. His voice echoed from afar, tinged with resentment and unwillingness: "You wait... this will not end here!"

Lin Yao stood there, watching the golden streak of light disappear into the western horizon, and slowly withdrew his fist. He looked down at his palm, his fingertips trembling slightly—that attack had almost exhausted most of his strength. If it weren't for the support of the Star Palace, he probably would have been suppressed by that Buddha's mark long ago.

"Phew..." He let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Looks like I can't stay here any longer."

He glanced at the collapsed Black Wind Ridge, then at the western horizon, turned and walked eastward.

In the West, on Mount Ling, at the Great Thunder Temple.

The guardian Vajra fled back to Mount Ling in a sorry state, stumbling and rushing into the Arhat Hall. He was covered in wounds, his golden armor was shattered, and he was barely breathing. He collapsed to the ground as soon as he entered, drawing the attention of the many Arhats and Vajras in the hall.

"What happened?" An Arhat stepped forward, helped the Dharma Protector to his feet, and asked with a frown, "Weren't you supposed to be patrolling Black Wind Ridge? How did you get into this state?"

Panting, the guardian Vajra recounted what had happened. When he spoke of how he had been defeated by a celestial soldier, and how even the power of the Buddha's mark had been broken through, the Arhats and Vajras present all showed expressions of shock.

"A heavenly soldier? How is that possible?" Some people didn't believe it.

"Absolutely true!" the guardian Vajra said through gritted teeth. "Although that heavenly soldier wore the standard armor of the Heavenly Court, his strength was far beyond that of ordinary heavenly soldiers. Moreover, he possessed multiple different primal powers within him, as well as an extremely mysterious lotus-based protective technique. I suspect there is another powerful figure behind him!"

Upon hearing this, the numerous Arhats and Vajras were enraged. They swarmed around, chattering amongst themselves, some saying they would settle scores with Lin Yao, others saying they would report it to the Bodhisattva. Finally, they dragged the Vajra protector who had been injured by Lin Yao to the Great Thunderclap Temple, intending to seek justice from the Buddha.

Inside the Great Thunderclap Temple, the Bodhisattvas were holding a meeting with the Buddha to discuss the next steps for Buddhism. The Dharma Protectors and others arrived outside the hall, requesting an audience with the Buddha. Upon hearing their announcement, the Buddha nodded slightly, gesturing for them to enter.

After the Dharma Protector Vajra entered the hall, he knelt down and gave a detailed account of what had happened. When he spoke of being defeated by a heavenly soldier and even having his Buddha's seal broken, his voice trembled slightly, fearing the Buddha's punishment.

After listening, Buddha remained calm, his expression revealing neither joy nor anger. Just as he was about to make a decision, a thought suddenly struck him, and he calculated with his fingers.

His fingers moved lightly in the air, golden runes flowing from his fingertips, deducing the secrets of heaven. After a moment, he stopped, his brows furrowing slightly.

He discovered that Lin Yao was born in the Heavenly Court, a celestial soldier who fell to earth from the South Heavenly Gate when Sun Wukong took Chenxiang to the Heavenly Court. Normally, such a celestial soldier wouldn't be worth his attention—the Heavenly Court has tens of thousands of celestial soldiers, and adding or subtracting one is like counting grains of sand in the Ganges, insignificant. But what's important is that Lin Yao's current state seems far too mysterious.

The various powers within him were extremely mysterious, possessing the supernatural abilities of strange beasts like the Qilin, as well as other powers that even he couldn't fathom. Moreover, after defeating the Dharma Protector Vajra, instead of hiding, he swaggered eastward—towards the territory of Taoism.

Could this be a pawn planted by some Heavenly Venerable of the Heavenly Court?

The Buddha's brow furrowed even deeper. He could sense that Lin Yao's appearance had disrupted some kind of balance. If Lin Yao was a pawn of some powerful being, then his rash action might very well trigger unnecessary conflict.

Just then, Guanyin Bodhisattva entered from outside the hall. Holding a vase and standing on a lotus platform, she smiled and bowed to the Buddha, saying, "Buddha, this humble monk has just returned from the East. The matter of Sun Wukong causing havoc in the Heavenly Court with Chenxiang has come to an end. The Jade Emperor seems to be willing to let the matter rest and has not pursued the responsibility of Chenxiang and the others."

Upon hearing this, the Buddha nodded slightly. He glanced at the Dharma Protectors kneeling on the ground, then at Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, and had already made up his mind. He waved his hand and said to the Dharma Protectors and the others, "Let this matter be put aside for now. You may return. There is no need to make a fuss."

The guardian deity was taken aback, somewhat unwilling: "Buddha, that heavenly soldier—"

"I have my own plan." The Buddha's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "You may all step aside."

Although the Dharma Protectors and others were unwilling, they dared not disobey the Buddha's order, so they could only kowtow and leave the Great Thunderclap Temple.

The Buddha watched their departing figures, his gaze profound. He turned his head and looked eastward, as if piercing through mountains and rivers to see the young man walking eastward.

"Interesting..." he murmured to himself, "Let's see how far you can go."

Lin Yao traveled eastward and eventually settled in the Zhongnan Mountains.

This mountain range stretches for eight hundred miles, rarely visited by humans, yet brimming with spiritual energy. Ancient trees reach for the sky, shrouded in mist, where cranes soar through the heavens and deer roam freely—a scene of celestial grandeur. More importantly, it lies within the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Court, far removed from Mount Ling, thus avoiding attacks from the vast forces of the Western Mount Ling. Lin Yao chose to settle here, waiting for the turmoil within the Heavenly Court to subside before deciding whether to return.

He found a secluded valley deep in the Zhongnan Mountains and used his magic to carve out a simple cave dwelling. Although the cave dwelling was simple, it was quiet and undisturbed. He cultivated in the mountains every day to consolidate his internal power, and occasionally he would go down the mountain to nearby towns to gather information and learn about the outside world.

In Heaven, the story of Chenxiang rescuing his mother caused quite a stir, but it wasn't the same as when Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace. Heaven's foundation was deep and powerful; a mere Chenxiang was not enough to shake its core. After the farce, Heaven quickly returned to peace. Some of the defeated heavenly soldiers were recalled, while others were forgotten in the mortal realm.

Lin Yao's situation was also reported to the Heavenly Court by the local land god.

The Jade Emperor was in a foul mood, dealing with the mess caused by his troublesome Erlang Shen Yang Jian and Chen Xiang. He was reviewing memorials while simultaneously racking his brains about how to appease the celestial officials injured by Chen Xiang, how to repair the damaged palaces, and how to quell the discontent of various factions. Just then, someone reported that some celestial soldiers who had fallen to earth at the South Heavenly Gate that day were unwilling to return to Heaven and had instead settled in Zhongnan Mountain.

Upon hearing this, the Jade Emperor felt a surge of interest. He put down the memorial in his hand, did some calculations with his fingers, and tried to deduce the origin of this heavenly soldier.

However, upon doing this calculation, his brows furrowed deeply.

He discovered that the workings of this celestial mechanism were incredibly chaotic. Logically, the origins of an ordinary celestial soldier should be clear and transparent—where he was born, where he grew up, how he became an immortal, and when he joined the army should all be readily apparent. But this celestial soldier's information seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible to see clearly.

All he could deduce was the heavenly soldier's abilities—it was as he expected, without any flaws. It seemed he had some conflict with Buddhism and had forcibly suppressed a guardian Vajra who possessed a trace of the Buddha's power.

When did our own heavenly soldiers become so strong?

A slight chill ran down the Jade Emperor's spine.

The only beings capable of deceiving the heavens and remaining completely unaware, even for the ruler of the Three Realms, must be among the most powerful beings in the world. Each of these beings possesses extraordinary abilities and can influence the balance of power in the Three Realms. Any pawn placed by any one of them could easily unleash a massive upheaval.

The Jade Emperor pondered for a moment—Buddhism was now flourishing, but the Heavenly Court still had resources to spare. The story of Chenxiang rescuing his mother was a product of the power struggle between the two major forces. Those powerful figures certainly didn't want to get too entangled in karma, yet they wanted to profit from the chaos. Just who were these guys trying to make a move?

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head, thinking to himself, "Forget it, in the end, these heavenly soldiers are still one of us. Even if they possess some divine will that manifests in physical form, they're still one of us. Let's see how they handle things. Besides, being knocked down by Chenxiang is also a matter that has implicated us in family affairs."

He remained expressionless and addressed the celestial officials below, saying, "These heavenly soldiers are a hidden force I have planted. You must not interfere with them, and remember, do not provoke them."

Upon hearing this, the celestial officials, though puzzled, dared not ask further questions and could only bow in agreement before retreating.

The Jade Emperor picked up the memorial again, but his gaze was somewhat unfocused. He hoped that this heavenly soldier would bring him some unexpected joy later.

Lin Yao hid in Zhongnan Mountain with a heavy heart, unaware that he had been added to the "Don't Mess With Me" list by both the Heavenly Court and Ling Mountain.

He worried every day that a Buddhist master might come knocking on his door, or that an envoy from the Heavenly Court might come to arrest him and take him back for questioning. But in reality, both sides tacitly chose to wait and see, and no one came to cause him any trouble.

As winter faded and spring arrived, the snow on Zhongnan Mountain gradually melted, the mountain streams began to flow again, and tender green buds sprouted from the branches. Lin Yao sat in his newly built cave dwelling, reviewing the Buddhist protective techniques he had seized from the Dharma Protector Vajra and the Black Wind Ridge.

He found those techniques in the tiger demon's cave after Black Wind Ridge collapsed. He casually put them away at the time and never had time to examine them carefully. Now that he had some free time, he took them out and looked through them.

Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but sneer.

The tiger demon was indeed not innocent—it cultivated authentic Buddhist techniques. These techniques were exquisite and profound, far beyond the reach of ordinary demons. Moreover, its cave contained numerous Buddhist treasures and elixirs, clearly indicating that Buddhism was secretly supporting it. No wonder the guardian deity was so nervous; this tiger demon was indeed an important pawn planted by Buddhism.

However, after looking at those cultivation techniques, Lin Yao shook his head, his face full of disdain: "What is all this crap?"

While those techniques were exquisite, they were mostly defensive and focused on conversion, lacking offensive capabilities. Moreover, many of them emphasized concepts like "laying down the butcher's knife" and "instant enlightenment," which made Lin Yao frown. He didn't want to learn such things—he needed the power to protect himself and others, not this kind of empty rhetoric.

He casually tossed the cultivation manuals aside, stood up, walked to the entrance of the cave, looked at the mountain scenery outside, and took a deep breath.

A mountain breeze blew by, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees and the aroma of earth, making one feel refreshed and relaxed. Lin Yao stretched, feeling that the power within his body had become even more refined.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore," he muttered to himself. "I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I've already come this far, so worrying won't help. I might as well focus on cultivating and improving my strength. Once I'm strong enough, I don't care about Buddhism or the Heavenly Court; I'll just crush them all."