Chapter 444: The Mysterious Holy Mountain Buddhism!

Chapter 444: The Mysterious Holy Mountain Buddhism!

Om!

A fragment of Heaven's Might Realm, about the size of a finger, hovered in Qin Zheng's palm, emitting a faint glow.

Within this small piece of mirror fragment lay an incredibly dense power of space, capable of easily peeling away the fabric of reality and traversing the heavens and earth.

Qin Zheng could even sense that if he collected a few more fragments, he might be able to cross through the Chaos Origin and traverse all the heavens.

Heaven's Might Realm.

He examined the fragment in his palm, and after a few breaths, the fragment gently moved.

Then, ripples appeared in the void from all directions, and the scene changed, returning to the Vast Continent.

Qin Zheng clenched his fist, storing the fragment within his Inner Universe.

It had been a long time since he had unleashed his full power.

This time, with the Treasures of the Three Pure Ones all gathered, his strength erupted, and with a casual stroke, he was about to slay the Demon Court Master's incarnation.

Moreover, relying on the threads of cause and effect, he directly inflicted severe damage on the Demon Master's true form, erasing the connection and memories between the incarnation and the original body.

And he himself remained unharmed, even obtaining a fragment of a Dao Realm Divine Artifact.

Under the Chaos Origin, there was no match!

This thought flashed through Qin Zheng's mind, and without delay, he took a step, vanishing from his original spot.

Deep within the Demon Court Hall.

Puchi!!

Yin Rukong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale, and his aura weakening.

This sudden change startled the other powerful demons, their expressions changing drastically.

"What happened to the Demon Master?!"

The elder with the Five Birds Fan and a goat beard was the first to step forward, supporting Yin Rukong and asking with a grave expression.

The other powerful demons also stood up, quickly joining him by Yin Rukong's side.

The Demon Master, clad in a black golden imperial robe, heard the question, but his expression was a mix of anger and confusion.

He himself didn't understand why he had suddenly suffered such a severe injury!

This was almost impossible for an Eighth Stage Perfect Divine Treasury, an invincible being under the Chaos Origin!

Could it be that some Primordial Great Figure had suddenly intervened and erased the related memories from his mind?

At this thought, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly sensed his own body, searching for the Heaven's Might Realm fragment.

But just at that moment.

Yin Rukong's face turned even gloomier.

The Heaven's Might Realm fragment, nurtured within his body, had disappeared without a trace!

And not only that, even the Heaven's Might Realm fragment, but also the incarnation within his body had vanished, and he had lost the connection and sense of its presence.

What just happened?!

Yin Rukong's expression grew increasingly somber.

Seeing his state, the other powerful demons' hearts sank, thinking that something major had occurred, and they were about to ask when the Demon Master, clad in black golden imperial robes, slowly raised his head, his expression returning to normal as he gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"A slight mishap during cultivation," he said calmly.

With the Eighth Stage Perfect Divine Treasury rotating within him, the initially weakened aura quickly recovered.

The Heaven's Might Realm fragment was his deepest secret, not to be revealed to others.

Seeing his response, clearly unwilling to elaborate, the other powerful demons nodded and returned to their original positions.

They didn't believe Yin Rukong's words, but with the Demon Master unwilling to explain further, they couldn't ask more.

The goat-bearded elder, after hesitating several times, also sighed and returned to his place.

"Rest assured, this cultivation mishap won't hinder our clan's grand plan of awakening the Chaos Origin," Yin Rukong's calm voice echoed.

The goat-bearded elder lightly nodded, smiling as he replied, "Excellent!"

The other powerful demons responded in kind.

The entire Demon Court Hall returned to its quiet state.

Only Yin Rukong, with his eyes closed, secretly tried to use his divine ability to trace the erased memories.

What just happened?!

The Holy Mountain Buddhism, vast and boundless, was not located in any part of the Vast Continent.

It was a realm created by the Chaos Origin with supreme divine abilities, peeling away a corner of the Vast Continent and then reopening a vast heaven and earth.

Thus, the Holy Mountain Buddhism, which was always to the west no matter which direction one faced.

And among the Human Immortal Dynasty, there was a rumor that as long as one's heart was sincere, no matter where they were, they could enter the Holy Mountain realm with a single step.

But for those whose hearts were not sincere enough, even if they traveled across a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, searching the entire Vast Continent, they would not find the location of the Holy Mountain Buddhism.

However, this was only true for mortals.

For Great Dharmaraja Rank powerhouses, there was no difference between the Holy Mountain Buddhism, the Demon Court below, and the Celestial Dynasty above.

And so, after traversing multiple layers of the void, Qin Zheng's Imperial Presence appeared within the Spirit Mountain.

He used the might of Heaven's Might Realm to shield himself, preventing the Great Dharmarajas of Holy Mountain Buddhism from detecting his presence, thus avoiding unnecessary trouble.

At first glance, he saw nothing but golden sands stretching across the sky, a desolate landscape with ten suns hanging overhead, scorching the heavens and earth.

This place didn't resemble a Buddhist sanctuary; instead, it seemed like a lifeless land with barely any vitality.

Qin Zheng's eyebrows slightly arched, seemingly unprepared for the Spirit Mountain to appear in such a state.

But within a fleeting moment, Qin Zheng gently shook his head, dismissing these thoughts and began to deduce the location of the Sacred Tower fragments.

The Spirit Mountain had nothing to do with him.

The scattered fragments of the Sacred Tower in this place were the sole purpose of his visit.

Golden sands swirled, and a fierce wind howled.

As the location of the Sacred Tower fragments appeared in his heart, he took a step forward, instantly crossing the void and arriving at the Spirit Mountain.

Here stood a grand city.

A magnificent Buddha light radiated from within the city, accompanied by faint mantras that filled the four directions.

Living within this city were vast numbers of humans and demons.

They neither toiled in production nor cultivated agriculture, spending their days reciting sutras and worshipping the Buddha. Humans and demons coexisted harmoniously, and every living being wore a smile of contentment.

Compared to the desolate land outside the city, this place resembled an oasis, brimming with lush vitality.

It also felt like an illusion.

When Qin Zheng stepped out of the void and entered the city, the first thought that came to his mind was precisely this.

However, under his gaze, these humans and demons were all living beings, healthy and robust, not illusions.

Perhaps this was the benefit of living in the Spirit Mountain? Not needing to engage in production or farming, they could simply recite sutras and worship the Buddha, and they would receive blessings from Holy Mountain Buddhism, living better lives than the humans of the Celestial Dynasty? Qin Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a sense of strangeness in his heart, but he couldn't pinpoint what was odd.

With his current realm, very few things could escape his perception.

It couldn't be that what he saw before him was a deception created by a Primordial Great Figure of Buddhism to fool him?

If that were the case, the cost would be even greater.

Qin Zheng gently shook his head, suppressing his doubts, and took a step forward to search for the Sacred Tower fragments.

According to Tortoise Shell Divination, there were only a few fragments of the Sacred Tower within the Spirit Mountain.

In other words, if the fragments on the Vast Continent were complete, the remaining nine fragments would each represent a layer.

So, when Qin Zheng arrived at a bustling temple filled with incense votive power, he immediately spotted the first layer of the Sacred Tower.

Similar to Golden Light Temple.

This layer of the tower had also been transformed into a Buddhist pagoda by the Buddhists, just like the Nine-Level Buddha Tower at Golden Light Temple.

However, unlike the nine-level pagoda at Golden Light Temple, the Buddhists here had added eleven layers, creating a twelve-level pagoda that stood tall in the center of the temple.

As Qin Zheng's Imperial Presence appeared, an elderly monk in a robe approached him, navigating through the bustling crowd within the temple.

"May I ask why the benefactor has come here? Is it to recite sutras and worship the Buddha?"

The monk's hair and beard were white, and his eyebrows drooped to his ears, giving him a kind and amiable appearance as he looked at Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng shook his head, his gaze fixed on the pagoda, and said, "One layer of that Buddhist pagoda belongs to me. I'm here to retrieve it."

As soon as he spoke, the monk's expression changed, and the bustling temple instantly quieted down.

At that moment, both inside and outside the temple, whether it was the humans and demons who had come to worship the Buddha or the monks within, all eyes turned towards him.

Qin Zheng could clearly sense that these gazes were laced with coldness.

It was indeed a bit eerie.

"It was too noisy earlier, and I didn't hear clearly. Could the benefactor please repeat that?"

The monk maintained his smile, but his tone and demeanor were no longer the same as before; instead, they carried a hint of coldness and a subtle threat.

"I said..."

Qin Zheng spoke again and took a step forward, reaching the pagoda. He extracted the layer of the Sacred Tower and suspended it in the palm of his hand.

"This thing is mine."

His calm voice echoed throughout the temple.

The pagoda, now missing a layer, did not collapse.

It merely transformed into an eleven-level pagoda.

But at that moment, regardless of whether they were the monks within the temple or the citizens who had come to worship the Buddha, all their faces changed, and they were filled with intense rage.

"You wicked demon! How dare you!"

"You shame our Buddhist sacred pagoda! You deserve to die!"

"Please, Holy Monk, capture this villain!"

". . ."

A chaotic buzzing sound suddenly rang out.

Qin Zheng clenched his fist, storing the Sacred Tower fragments within his inner Celestial Realm. He then took a step, intending to travel to the next realm.

Although the city of the Sacred Mountain Buddhism was eerie, most of its citizens were human, untainted by blood and sin. He didn't feel like taking action against them.

However, the Elder Monk was not going to stand by. With a low roar, a dragon's roar and tiger's howl resounded.

In an instant, the monk ascended, his robes tearing as his Golden Buddha body manifested. He struck down towards Qin Zheng with a palm.

Buzz!

In that fleeting moment, the temple seemed to transform into a Buddha Land.

The monks within became Arhats, and the citizens turned into Golden Lotuses, as heavy Buddha Light enveloped the world.

The attacking Elder Monk transformed into a towering True Buddha, currently subduing those entangled in sin.

This display was no less impressive than that of the Holy Monk.

However, for the current Qin Zheng, such strength was no longer impressive.

His figure did not linger. Before leaving, he casually struck out with a palm.

Boom!

The True Buddha shattered!

The Buddha Land collapsed!!

The Elder Monk instantly smashed into the ground, causing the entire city to tremble.

The monks and citizens all turned pale, spitting out blood.

The temple instantly filled with a thick bloody stench.

Crack!

In that instant, a sound like something shattering echoed.

Within the temple, the citizens turned into dry bones, the monks into Malevolent Ghosts, and the golden light-filled temple transformed into a Toxic Fog Land.

But only for a moment.

Whoosh!

Golden Buddha Light once again illuminated the eight directions.

The temple returned to its majestic splendor, and the citizens and monks also reverted to their original forms.

"Master!"

"Great Master!"

Everyone looked at the spot where the Elder Monk had fallen with concern.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

The Elder Monk pushed away the rubble, gently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "Don't worry, everyone. I'm fine."

Hearing his words, the citizens also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, nodding slightly.

Then, one by one, they resumed reciting sutras and worshipping the Buddha, as if they had forgotten what had just happened.

Only the monks quickly surrounded him, asking solemnly, "Master, do you know who that person was? What should we do now?"

The Elder Monk's gaze slightly condensed, then he shook his head lightly, "This person's strength is formidable, at least a Fifth Stage Perfect Divine Treasury Great Transcendent Golden Numbers!"

"Someone so powerful has quietly entered the Sacred Mountain. I must report this to the Sacred Mountain immediately!"

After speaking, he paused for a moment, then turned his gaze towards the many devout worshippers in the temple. With a wide open mouth, he swallowed them.

Whoosh!!

The citizens instantly turned into strands of golden light, consumed by the Elder Monk.

In an instant, the temple became serene.

The Elder Monk's slightly weakened aura gradually recovered.

"You all continue the operation."

He looked at the other monks and spoke calmly, then transformed into a golden light and left his original spot.

The remaining monks opened the previously closed temple gate, and citizens from the city streamed in, continuing their sutra recitations and worship.

The temple became bustling again.

However, Qin Zheng did not witness what had transpired within the temple. After striking out with his palm, he directly stepped into the void and departed.

The Elder Monk was at most a Fourth Stage Perfect Divine Treasury, and even without using any immortal techniques, his palm strike was not something the other party could withstand.

But Qin Zheng did not strike to kill, only causing some injuries.

After all, he had intruded into their temple, and although the tower fragments belonged to him, they had guarded it for some time.

Qin Zheng's figure traversed through the void.

He descended upon another location where tower fragments were present.

Here, there was also a city.

It was similar to the previous city, with no obvious differences. Both cities had humans and demons coexisting, devoutly worshipping the Buddha.

The tower fragments were also cast into a Twelve-Story Buddha Tower, standing in the temple of this city.

Qin Zheng's eyes gleamed slightly.

This seemed strange! Could the Sacred Mountain Buddhism have sensed the extraordinary nature of the tower fragments and made prior arrangements, casting the fragments into a Buddha Tower? But divine objects conceal themselves; even a Primordial might not have sensed the tower's existence over millions of years.

How did the Sacred Mountain Buddhism sense it? This place was indeed strange!

(End of Chapter)

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