He raised the Jade Seal high, projecting a twelve-word inscription that pierced through heaven and earth!
[Having Received the Mandate from Man, May My Reign Be Long and Prosperous]
The Heirloom Seal of the Realm resonated with the Stone Stele and the Sealing Platform. dicine King Buddha’s face was as grim as still water, but he did not intervene. He simply said coolly:
"Ying Zheng, you need only change the words ’from Man’ to ’from Heaven.’ If you do, this matter will end here. We can overlook your sin of disrespect and grant you eighteen thousand years of national fortune."
"And if I refuse?" the First Emperor asked coolly.
dicine King Buddha spoke calmly and pointed a finger.
"Then I will have no choice but to convert him into an Arhat... Your Uncle Zhong will beco an Arhat of our Buddhist Sect. Will you pay him respects, or will you not?"
"Despicable," Xiang Yu muttered, shaking his head. Not far away, the Wu’an Monarch spoke loudly, "Ancient Buddha, you must be joking. Under the protection of the Human Dao Fortune, what use is your Brahma Sound of conversion?"
"Is that so?"
dicine King Buddha sneered.
"Who said this is my only thod of conversion? All of you, look at this boy. Can he even move a muscle? Ying Zheng, would you like to try ?"
Yan Huang, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, the hundred thousand Black Armor soldiers, and even the Immortals and Buddhas filling the sky all turned to look at the masked young man.
And indeed, the young man was completely still, unmoving and unswaying, with his head bowed and eyes closed.
The Wu’an Monarch’s expression soured. The hundred thousand Black Armor soldiers broke into an uproar, and the pupils of Yan Huang and the other two contracted in shock.
The First Emperor’s expression froze. He raised his head to stare at the Ancient Buddha, but this dicine King Buddha rely laughed with glee.
"So, Ying Zheng, do you still wish to continue? This boy’s mind is indeed resolute, but after spending this much ti, I can now enter his psyche. Oh, Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng..."
"COUGH, COUGH."
With a peculiar expression, Ying Zheng cut him off and gestured forward.
"Then by all ans, King Buddha, please try."
dicine King Buddha was taken aback for a mont. His expression darkened, and he said icily:
"Utterly unrepentant."
Then, his face took on a look of compassion. He put his palms together and chanted:
"Amitabha!"
His Spiritual Will surged like a tide, pouring down and subrging itself completely within the young man’s body.
The Wu’an Monarch instantly grew anxious. He glanced to the side and asked:
"Confucius, do you have a way to...?"
Confucius, his expression peculiar, shook his head.
"I am unable."
The Wu’an Monarch’s face turned deathly pale. Up in the sky, Nezha ignored Li Jing, staring down at the man in the Bronze Mask and asking with confusion:
"Who is that?"
Venus explained with a smile:
"He’s soone who appeared out of nowhere. He’s Ying Zheng’s Uncle Zhong. His na is quite grand, though—he’s called Xuan Huang."
"Oh, I see... huh??" Nezha glanced over in terror, his voice jumping an octave. "What’s his na?! Xuan Huang?!"
He whipped his head around to look at dicine King Buddha, his eyes filled with pity.
「anwhile.」
Deep within Lu Xuan’s psyche, four streams of dicine King Buddha’s will fell simultaneously into four different mories.
"Who are you?"
Standing within the four mories, Lu Xuan looked up at the figure wreathed in Buddhist light. The figure smiled faintly.
"Who am I?"
In the Guardian Storage Room, in a dilapidated wooden hut, on a bus, and within the Origin,
the blurry figures in the four mories solidified at once. dicine King Buddha smiled with compassion and said:
"I am the dicine Buddha."
"Do you not recognize ?"
On the bus, dicine King Buddha entered Xiaoyan’s body. In this scene from Lu Xuan’s mory, Xiaoyan gradually transford into the likeness of dicine King Buddha.
In the Guardian Storage Room, as a young Lu Xuan tended a fire to cook, dicine King Buddha stood behind an old man in ancient robes.
In the dilapidated wooden hut, a young Lu Xuan was cooking with Old Chu. dicine King Buddha walked into the hut, looked at Old Chu, and said with a smile:
"You are ."
Ripples spread across Old Chu’s face, as if it were about to transform.
Within the Origin, dicine King Buddha strolled about and remarked with a smile:
"This place is quite peculiar. There is no up and no down..."
He looked toward the La Daoist, who was forging with a hamr. The Daoist had his back to him, his face hidden from view.
dicine King Buddha paid it no mind. He walked forward, stood behind the Daoist, and said with compassion:
"Amitabha..."
He walked toward the Daoist, intending to rge with him. At the sa ti, the dicine King Buddha in the Guardian Storage Room approached the old man, intending to transform him into his own likeness as well.
However, in the next instant, within the mory of the wooden hut, Old Chu suddenly raised his head, his face returning to normal.
"The dicine Buddha?"
dicine King Buddha’s expression froze. A chill shot up his spine as he stumbled back three steps, his pupils contracting.
"A... a Daluo??"
’This is that brat’s mory! The figures within a mory should be fixed, yet the person before is within the mory but also transcends it... Only an eternal, unchanging Daluo could do such a thing!’
His pupils shrank. ’This Xuan Huang is actually connected to a Daluo?!’
dicine King Buddha’s face drained of color, but he quickly composed himself and offered a respectful bow.
"I have caused a great offense. I hope Your Excellency will not hold it against ..."
"I am no Daluo," Old Chu said with a smile. "Don’t you recognize ?"
dicine King Buddha faltered. He took a closer look, and was instantly scared out of his wits.
"T-Taiyi!!" he cried out in shock.
In the mory of the Guardian Storage Room, this wisp of dicine King Buddha’s Spiritual Will began to glow with brilliant Buddhist light, preparing to convert the old man whose back was turned to him.
But then he heard a sigh. The old man was now, sohow, facing him, his expression tranquil.
dicine King Buddha’s gaze flickered upward, and his expression froze stiff.
’He looks a bit familiar.’
’Let get a better look.’
’Oh. It’s the Supre.’
A smile more pained than a grimace spread across his face.
"Great Celestial Venerable, this is all a misunderstanding..."
"Is that so?" the old man in Lu Xuan’s mory said calmly.
In that sa instant, the wisp of Spiritual Will inside the Origin also saw the Daoist’s true face.
dicine King Buddha fell silent.
"Another Great Celestial Venerable..." he whimpered, his face crestfallen. "This humble Buddha... greets... greets the Shangqing Spirit Treasure Great Heavenly Venerate..."
"You’ve arrived just in ti," the La Daoist said with a smile. He grabbed dicine King Buddha, shoved him into the furnace, and turned him into kindling.
In the wooden hut, Old Chu yawned.
"So you do rember ..."
A Bronze Fragnt appeared in his hand. It trembled slightly, a bell chid, and this wisp of dicine King Buddha was shaken into fine dust.
In the Guardian Storage Room, the old man exhaled slowly.
"Such audacity."
The wisp of dicine King Buddha was annihilated, turned to ash and smoke.
Everything returned to silence.
A Dao Fruit Cultivator penetrates the past and present, pervading all of existence and non-existence, illusion and reality.
And so, the three grand scenes from within the mories were simultaneously projected into reality!
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