Primordial Era: I am the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones, the gatekeeper of the Great Dao.

Chapter 160 Wutian Descends, Bestowing the Mahayana Buddhist Dharma!

At the very edge of the sky, demonic clouds surged and billowed, obscuring the sun.

Wu Tian was dressed in a black robe, as deep as the night, and his long hair, as black as ink, was draped freely over his shoulders.

His expression was gentle, with a faint smile on his lips, and he slowly said, "When we descend upon Mount Sumeru later, you must not act rashly."

"You who cultivate the demonic path need to carefully comprehend the ultimate principles and rules of the world. At the same time, you must not neglect the study of Buddhism and Taoism."

Wutian's gaze swept over his subordinates, his eyes filled with anticipation.

The demonic energy was vast and boundless, like a boundless ocean, filled with mystery and powerful energy.

The Tao is supreme, seemingly able to control the fate of all things in the world.

After killing the Arhat Subduing Tiger, Wutian did not rush to overthrow the entire order of the Western Religion.

Instead, he traveled through the prehistoric world and found several capable subordinates.

These individuals all inherited the demonic path, and each possessed extraordinary strength.

Their cultivation was profound, reaching the realms of Taiyi Golden Immortal and Daluo Golden Immortal, enough to contribute powerful strength to Wutian's grand ambitions and become his right-hand men.

After all, the demonic path has long been suppressed by the esoteric and immortal paths, and its living space is extremely narrow.

It is truly remarkable that the few people Wutian found were able to cultivate to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm under such difficult conditions.

Their exceptional comprehension and unwavering resolve, coupled with their constant self-improvement amidst adversity, have enabled them to achieve their current success.

"Buddha, please rest assured, we will certainly obey your commands and dare not disobey!"

A Taoist priest, surrounded by a faint demonic aura and hidden in the demonic mist, spoke in a low but firm voice.

This person was originally just a remnant soul, who by chance devoured a wisp of the original demonic energy that the Demon Ancestor Rahu had left in the world.

From that moment on, his fate underwent a dramatic change.

He was later subdued by Wutian, who bestowed upon him the Buddhist title "Black Lotus Holy Envoy".

Now, his cultivation has reached the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, making him incredibly powerful.

Because of the divine gift, he can wield a portion of the power of the Twelve-Petaled World-Destroying Black Lotus.

Once the Nine Netherworld Demon Fire and the Annihilation Demon Light are activated, their power is unparalleled, enough to change the very fabric of the world.

The other three subordinates are the Black-Robed Protector, the Scorpion Demon, and Ying Yao, all of whom are outstanding figures in the demonic path.

The black-robed protector was mysterious and unpredictable, the scorpion was fierce and ruthless, and the demon was clever and cunning.

After submitting to the tyranny, they finally found their own destiny and mission.

Under Wutian's leadership, no one can predict what kind of storm they will unleash in this primordial world.

"That's excellent!"

Wu Tian nodded slightly, a peaceful smile appearing on his lips.

His smile exuded confidence and composure, as if everything was under his control.

A moment later, at the summit of Mount Sumeru.

The once dazzling Buddha light is now dim and the radiant light of merit has quietly dissipated, leaving only desolation and silence.

Wutian, accompanied by four subordinates, appeared before the Buddha, Bodhisattva, and countless believers and monks as if demon gods had descended.

The overwhelming demonic power spread out like a surging tide, and the powerful sense of oppression made everyone tremble with fear.

Their hearts were filled with fear, lest Wutian unleash a massacre, triggering a cataclysmic catastrophe that would destroy the world.

Looking at the scene before him, Wu Tian's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, a smile tinged with contempt and disappointment.

"The so-called orthodox lineage of sages is actually in such a state: karma runs rampant, and killing is everywhere."

"It seems that all of this needs to be changed by my own hands."

"As we step into the palace together, I wonder how Dipankara Buddha and the others will deal with this sudden turn of events."

Before he finished speaking, Wutian's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and his powerful aura seemed to shatter even the void under his might.

The demonic fire burned fiercely, its blazing flames seeming like a roar from hell.

Wherever it passed, space itself was burned to ashes.

The ancient Buddha Dipankara sat upright on the futon, and for some reason, cold sweat inexplicably seeped slowly from his back.

A chill instantly overwhelmed his body, spirit, and even his true soul.

The fear clung to him like a shadow, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

If it weren't for his status as the Buddha, he probably would have fled long ago, disregarding everything, to escape this terrible threat.

The scene of being crushed to the ground by Wutian is still vivid in my mind, like a nightmare that I can't shake off.

This inner demon requires a lot of energy and time to resolve, but in this critical moment, where would he find the time to slowly resolve it?

"Everyone, stay calm, for the sake of the bigger picture!"

Seeing this, Guanyin Bodhisattva suppressed the turmoil in her heart and spoke calmly.

Her voice was like a gentle breeze, carrying warmth and comfort, softly brushing against everyone's anxious hearts.

As a naturally born being, Guanyin Bodhisattva believes she has never done anything that is against heaven or reason.

Since joining the Western religion, she has spared no effort in performing acts of compassion, with a heart full of sympathy, to help all sentient beings.

Therefore, she was able to remain calm and composed when faced with the earth-shattering changes before her.

Among all sentient beings, Guanyin Bodhisattva is renowned for her true compassion and mercy.

Although Wutian wanted to use demonic methods to cleanse the sins of the Western Religion, even if he wielded his sword against all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, Guanyin Bodhisattva firmly believed that she would be safe and sound.

That's where her confidence comes from.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The demonic energy and the Buddha's light collided fiercely in the air, producing a metallic clang.

Wutian sat atop the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, his face as calm and undisturbed as an ancient well, and flew into the palace with a light and breezy air.

He floated in the air, facing the Dipankara Buddha from afar.

"Amitabha Buddha, the demonic path is natural!"

"Dipankara Buddha, when we meet again, will you voluntarily abdicate and yield your throne, or will I, this Buddha, remove you from the Buddha's throne to avoid a great battle?"

Before he finished speaking, Wutian's figure changed again.

One moment he was a holy monk, draped in a pure white robe and filled with compassion.

In the next instant, he transformed into a sovereign clad in demonic robes, looking down upon all things.

Buddhism, Taoism, and demonic forces intertwined and collided within him, yet he struggled to find a balance.

Immediately, the demonic path gradually suppressed the Buddhist path like a surging tide.

Wutian completely transformed into a true demon, and his demonic power was so overwhelming that it caused the entire palace to tremble.

Faced with this scene, Dipankara Buddha slowly spoke, "Amitabha, why is Wutian Buddha so agitated?"

"You and I are both Buddhas, taking it upon ourselves to teach all living beings and save all sentient beings."

Why do you have to press this so hard?

"The Buddha saves the wicked, while you bless the virtuous."

"Although our understanding of Buddhism and Taoism and what we uphold may differ, we ultimately arrive at the same goal through different paths."

"To be honest, I want to practice your Mahayana Buddhism and find a balance between saving evil people and blessing good people."

"What does the Buddha Wutian think?"

Dipankara Buddha's tone was full of compromise; he had abandoned his former insistence, just to avoid a major war.

His gaze was fixed on Wutian, awaiting his response.

The tide had turned, and Dipankara Buddha was by no means a stubborn and unyielding person.

His words clearly acknowledged Wutian's status as the Buddha.

However, he did not easily give up his position as Buddha, but instead chose to be honest and open about his shortcomings.

Sincerity is always the ultimate weapon to touch people's hearts.

Dipankara Buddha took the initiative to seek peace, unwilling to engage in warfare with Wutian. This move fully demonstrated his wisdom and magnanimity.

Seeing that Dipankara Buddha was so pragmatic, Wutian was somewhat shocked.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression solemn, and began to ponder, carefully considering the truth or falsehood of the words of Dipankara Buddha.

At this moment, Guanyin Bodhisattva slowly spoke: "Buddha Wutian, Hinayana Buddhism saves evil people, while Mahayana Buddhism universally saves good people."

"But if only virtuous people are saved, how can those who have gone astray, who are not necessarily wicked, find the Buddhist path and witness the sacredness of the Western Paradise?"

She clasped her hands together, performed a Buddhist salute to Wutian, and continued, "Amitabha, I humbly request Buddha Wutian to bestow upon this humble monk the Mahayana Dharma."

"I am willing to seal away my cultivation and enter the mortal world to teach and enlighten living beings, to convert the wicked and guide the virtuous, spending my days with only the company of a solitary lamp!"

The suggestion from Guanyin Bodhisattva is actually a strategy of taking a step back to achieve a broader perspective.

She knew that in this critical moment, she had to agree with Dipankara Buddha and work together to make Wutian lower his guard.

Instantly, a dazzling golden light of merit appeared behind Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Buddhist and Taoist order intertwined like mysterious threads, and countless Sanskrit symbols formed a golden wheel that slowly rotated behind her head.

There was a time when she, as a Taoist priestess, also had the idea of ​​joining the Taoist sect.

However, Cang Xuan eventually stopped her outside Kunlun Mountain and directed her to Mount Sumeru.

If Guanyin Bodhisattva were a wicked person, committing heinous crimes like Chang'er Dingguang Xian, Cangxuan would never allow her to leave Kunlun Mountain alive.

Fate is unpredictable; it all depends on one's own heart.

Although Guanyin Bodhisattva may have had many shortcomings in the past, as a mainstay of Western Buddhism, she truly deserves the name of great compassion.

On the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, Wutian's eyes simultaneously emitted both Buddhist and demonic light.

He gazed at Guanyin Bodhisattva in silence, his eyes deep and complex.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, saying, "You have no sins or karmic burdens on you, and you are not on this Buddha's list of those to be punished."

"Since you are willing to practice Mahayana Buddhism, why not grant it to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wutian waved his jade sleeve lightly, and page after page of scriptures poured out like a torrent, instantly flowing into the primordial spirit of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Those scriptures are vast and profound, ethereal and mysterious, as if they contain endless mysteries.

Seeing this, Wutian's four subordinates were dumbfounded.

Their eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief.

Even Dipankara Buddha and the other Bodhisattvas and Buddhas were bewildered, looking at each other in confusion.

Why did Wutian not bestow the Mahayana Buddhist teachings upon Dipankara Buddha, but instead choose to bestow them upon Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva?

What is the mystery behind this?

(End of this chapter)