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

Chapter 161 The Lamp Burns in Misfortune, It's Time to Wake Up from the Dream!

In the deep recesses of the main hall, Guanyin Bodhisattva was completely immersed in the enlightenment of Mahayana Buddhism.

Her eyes revealed an irrepressible excitement.

"Thank you, Buddha Wutian, for your grace!"

"This humble monk vows to dedicate this life to saving all sentient beings and to deeply comprehend the boundless truths of Mahayana Buddhism."

After speaking, Guanyin Bodhisattva put her hands together in prayer and paid the deepest respect to the Buddha Wutian.

Then, under everyone's gaze, her figure gradually became illusory and eventually disappeared into nothingness.

"Buddha!"

Beside him, the Black Lotus Envoy spoke in a deep voice, his tone revealing dissatisfaction.

"You bestowed the Mahayana Buddhist teachings upon Guanyin, yet she has not shown any submission to you. Should I go and capture her?"

"After all, her level of understanding and comprehension are extraordinary, and she may become your capable assistant."

The Black Lotus Envoy was well aware of Guanyin Bodhisattva's strength and potential. If he could subdue her, it would undoubtedly be a great help to Wutian Buddha.

Mahayana Buddhism is one of the trump cards of the Buddha Wutian.

Now that Guanyin Bodhisattva has obtained it, if she fully comprehends it and turns against Wutian, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Upon hearing this, the Buddha Wutian remained calm.

He said slowly, "Guanyin Bodhisattva deserves to have Mahayana Buddhism."

"She is devoted to the Tao and aspires to save all people and all living beings, so her wish will naturally be fulfilled."

"The causes and effects of the world are interdependent and mutually dependent."

"Perhaps what I do today will bring unexpected benefits in the future."

The eyes of the Buddha Wutian gleamed with wisdom, as if he had already foreseen all the possibilities of the future.

After speaking, the Buddha Wutian's gaze slowly swept over the remaining Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the hall.

After a long silence, the Buddha Wutian continued calmly, "Within this precious hall, there are very few Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who truly seek the well-being of all living beings."

"You are all carrying karma to some extent."

"Especially Dipankara Buddha, as the only Buddha in the Western Paradise, you have done nothing for thousands of years, resulting in widespread suffering and tragedy on earth."

"Guanyin Bodhisattva is able to practice Mahayana Buddhism, while your sins are grave. Even if you are eloquent, you cannot gain my forgiveness."

The words of the Buddha Wutian were resounding and powerful, like a heavy hammer blow that struck everyone's hearts.

At this moment, everyone in the hall understood why Mahayana Buddhism had not bestowed the lamp.

The ancient Buddha of the Burning Lamp looked wary, his brows furrowed, and his heart filled with unease.

"I wonder what the Buddha Wutian intends to do with me?"

"Will you cast me into the deepest hell to suffer torture, or will you grind my bones to dust, leaving me with no place to be buried?"

"While my cultivation level is not at its peak, I am by no means a coward who fears death!"

He stood tall and proud, his expression resolute, with no fear in his eyes.

Taking a step back might open up a vast and boundless world, but at this moment, only Guanyin Bodhisattva can depart peacefully.

Dipankara Buddha had no other choice.

In his heart, all he could think of was to fight to the death with the Buddha Wutian.

Even if he ultimately suffers complete annihilation, he will still uphold his dignity as a primordial deity and the Buddha of the Western Paradise.

"Clap clap clap!"

Wutian Buddha clapped and laughed, "Dipankara Buddha is indeed sensible."

"However, I have another way to make you atone for your sins."

"I will seal your physical body, true spirit, and primordial soul, leaving only your consciousness and divine thoughts to wander aimlessly in this primordial world."

"You will not die, but will continually experience tribulations, using the bodies of all things to cleanse your sins!"

"You were once high above, unaware of the suffering of ants and mayflies."

"Then, in your first life, use the body of a mayfly to experience the vastness of the universe and the suffering of all living beings."

Before the Ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp could react, Wutian had already activated his mid-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation.

That powerful force surged forth like a raging tide, the laws of demonic arts and Mahayana Buddhism intertwined, transforming into countless chain runes.

The runes shimmered with a mysterious light, containing immense power, and instantly took root in the body of the Dipankara Buddha.

In an instant, the consciousness and divine sense of Dipankara Buddha were forcibly extracted, rising like transparent smoke and hovering in the void.

That divine thought was ethereal and elusive, as if it could vanish at any moment.

Then, Wutian lightly waved his jade sleeve, and his divine sense, as if drawn by an invisible force, traveled hundreds of millions of miles and precisely landed inside a newly hatched mayfly.

From then on, Dipankara Buddha would experience a life of fleeting existence, a fate of utter insignificance.

"town!"

With a slight movement of Wutian's magical power, a crack suddenly appeared inside the palace, leading directly to the foot of Mount Sumeru, thousands of miles away.

The body of Dipankara Buddha fell like a meteorite, at an extremely fast speed, carrying immense weight.

Under such immense power, he seemed to have no hope of turning the tide.

The Bodhisattvas and Buddhas who witnessed this scene were all stunned and speechless.

Their hearts were filled with shock and fear; they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

Feeling uneasy, he dared not meet Wutian's gaze.

"Buddha, what should be done with these sinners?"

The black-robed protector leaned closer to Wutian, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

With the two Western Saints in seclusion and Dipankara Buddha facing this great calamity, the Western Sect was leaderless and scattered like a plate of loose sand.

In this chaotic situation, as long as the Buddha and Bodhisattvas are suppressed, Mount Sumeru will change hands and become a holy land of demons.

The black-robed protectors and their ilk are ambitious; they not only want to enlighten the common people, but also to revive the demonic sect and dominate the world.

However, all of this must be decided by Wutian.

"Those who commit grave sins will be burned by the demonic fires of the Nine Netherworlds until they are reduced to nothingness."

"As for Bhaisajyaguru Buddha, Maitreya Buddha, and others who have not committed any acts of killing, they are sent to the Avici Hell to reflect on their sins and cleanse themselves of their transgressions."

After speaking, Wutian leisurely stepped onto the top of the palace.

Annihilation light emanated from his body, instantly destroying the futon.

Sitting cross-legged atop the twelve-petaled black lotus of world destruction, Wutian looked down upon the Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and countless believers and monks below.

A feeling of exhilaration quietly arose, gently enveloping my heart like a spring breeze.

However, Wutian was unaware that the demonic thoughts were like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, quietly corroding his Buddhist heart.

He entered the game himself, fell into the demonic path, and went further and further down this tempting and dangerous road.

He will eventually be devoured by the demonic path and become a demon, but he is completely unaware of it.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

At this moment, Wutian has become the spokesperson for the demonic path and the backbone of demonic cultivators.

Now that the Western religion has been overthrown, the only option left is to reopen the Demonic Sect and be forced to take over.

Perhaps Wutian had already foreseen this path, but he had nowhere to retreat.

Time flies like an arrow; hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Since Wutian took control of the Western Religion and Buddhism, apart from the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas imprisoned in the Avici Hell, the remaining followers of the Western Religion have undergone earth-shattering changes.

They became compassionate and regarded saving all sentient beings as their lifelong mission.

To avoid being wiped out by Wutian or thrown back into the Avici Hell, they had to suppress the evil thoughts in their hearts.

Therefore, they endured humiliation and hardship, and with unparalleled perseverance sought the well-being of the people.

There were even holy monks who resolutely offered their bodies to tigers, using their own lives to protect living beings.

However, Wutian did not realize that the balance between heaven and earth is maintained by the interplay of yin and yang.

The accumulation of evil thoughts makes divine thoughts no longer pure.

Their acts of kindness, seemingly compassionate, are in reality nothing more than self-preservation.

Such acts of kindness have lost their original pure meaning and instead unknowingly nurture the growth of evil thoughts.

Even with his vast supernatural powers and powerful cultivation at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, Wutian was unable to suppress this quietly rising force.

The day evil thoughts erupt is the day they completely fall into the demonic path.

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, Wutian sat cross-legged on the Black Lotus of Annihilation, yet an indescribable unease surged within him.

"The Western religion has become a true paradise, but why do I keep feeling uneasy lately, as if something is beyond my control?"

"The heavens and earth are clear and bright, yet above the nine heavens, a layer of dark clouds keeps churning."

"Could it be that I overlooked something despite my meticulous planning?"

Just then, the Black Lotus Saint appeared suddenly, as if a demon god had descended.

The demonic power surged forth like a raging tide, spreading out instantly. The demonic energy crisscrossed, seemingly about to tear the entire space apart.

The annihilating demonic light flickered erratically, its eerie glow seemingly emanating from the netherworld.

The Nine Netherworld Demonic Fire burned fiercely, incinerating the surrounding space, turning everything in its path into nothingness.

The Black Lotus Saint Envoy, who was originally in the demonic mist, gradually solidified his body, with every inch of him radiating pure and supreme demonic power.

He stood high above, looking down at Wutian, who was meditating cross-legged.

"Wu Tian, ​​it's time to wake up from your dream!"

The Black Lotus Envoy's voice was like rolling thunder, deafening.

"Your fall into demonic ways is not without reason. Everything you've done for the Western Religion has been in vain."

"Perhaps those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will awaken to the truth, but most people will forget the lessons and repeat the same mistakes."

"Open your eyes wide and look at me. The true path of the demons is not as simple as you imagine."

"The paradise you seek is nothing but an illusion. It's time to face reality!"

(End of this chapter)