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Shariputra Buddha seemed to have died, but Xie Que's expression did not slacken at all.

Although he had successfully wiped out the divine thoughts of Shariputra, he knew in his heart that this did not mean that Shariputra had fallen.

As the true spirit of his essence, Shariputra Buddha had been integrated into the long river of time long ago and had completely turned into a boat on the other side.

This means that as long as time goes on and as long as the world continues to operate,

Shariputra may break out of his cocoon and be reborn one day in the past, present and even in the future.

The immortality of the Heavenly Lord on the other side is by no means just a false legend.

Moreover, this immortality is not a simple continuation of life, but a way of existence that transcends the conventional cycle of life and death.

Its true spirit blends with the heaven and earth and is imprinted on the long river of time.

Even if the external divine thoughts, Dharma body, and soul are destroyed,

As long as the core true spirit still exists, you can take root and sprout again when the right time is right.

If you want to kill a Heavenly Lord on the other side in a true sense, it will be difficult to ascend to heaven.

This is by no means a matter of one night, but it takes thousands of years to pursue every trace of the endless light of the universe.

Moreover, the river of time is vast, and every fragment of time contains countless possibilities and variables.

What's more, Shariputra Buddha is definitely not an ordinary heavenly king on the other side.

He has stood on the peak of the other shore for many years, and has condensed three flowers.

Therefore, the price required to completely eliminate it is undoubtedly incalculable.

Xie Que thought to himself, spending so much time and energy,

To completely destroy Shariputra Buddha is really an unfavorable deal.

After all, for him, time is the most precious resource.

After such a long time, he could devote his energy to his own practice.

Maybe you can successfully advance to the Taoist fruit.

What really made Xie Que feel taboo is not the old Buddhas behind Sariputra Buddha, or even the current Buddha who has already made the fruit of the Tao.

What really makes it retreat is the way of heaven in the Mingguang Realm!

Xie Que made some calculations. The old Buddhas used their magical means to enlighten the heavenly way of the bright light realm into a "living thing".

This means that the heavenly way in the bright light realm has transcended the original established trajectory of the heavenly way and has its own independent consciousness.

Thinking about the last battle with Shariputra Buddha, the Heavenly Way of the Mingguang Realm took action.

From the Eye of Heavenly Punishment in the Ming Light Realm, Xie Que also captured his looming wisdom.

It was like a pair of eyes that transcend time and space, peeking at all things in the world in the dark.

It was this obscure perception that allowed Xie Que to gradually understand the changes in the heavenly way of the Mingguang Realm.

Therefore, Shariputra Buddha took the initiative to withdraw from the Mingguang Realm, not to retreat cowardly.

It is a complete conspiracy aimed at seducing Xie Que into the Mingguang Realm.

"What a Shariputra, what a killer with a knife."

Xie Que sneered in his heart, but had to admit that the other party's plan was indeed clever.

The heavenly way of the bright light realm has long been refined by the old Buddhas and turned into a "living thing".

It is no longer a cold world rule, but has its own consciousness and becomes an independent existence.

The power of such a way of heaven is far beyond the imagination of ordinary monks.

Even if someone like Xie Que has no choice but to escape in the face of the Heavenly Way of the Mingguang Realm.

You should know that as a great world, the foundation of the Mingguang Realm is so profound that it can crush any heavenly king on the other side.

Even those top celestial kings who condensed the three flowers are just ants-like existences in front of the heavenly way.

If Xie Que rashly entered the bright light realm with his original body, he would probably have been swallowed up by the heavenly way at this moment and turned into its nutrients.

"Shariputra... You have a good plan." A hint of coldness flashed in Xie Que's eyes.

He could sense that before Shariputra Buddha completely fell into silence, he had completely released the consciousness of the heavenly way in the bright light realm.

It was an irreversible change, as if a seed had been planted long ago.

Just when the time is right, you will break out of the ground and grow into a towering tree.

And now, that seed has sprouted.

The heavenly way of the bright light realm is recovering at an astonishing speed.

Its consciousness was like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a long time, slowly opening its eyes.

That kind of pressure, even through the endless void, made Xie Que feel palpitations.

"The way of heaven is revived...the world of bright light will completely turn into a monster."

He knew that the strength of this monster would surpass all the heavenly kings on the other side and become the most terrifying existence in this world.

Its power will no longer be limited to the constraints of rules, but will have its own will and the entire world as its feet.

Such an existence is no longer the way of heaven, but a real monster.

A monster that can subvert the entire Mingguang Realm.

Xie Que took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

His spiritual consciousness retreated like a tide and no longer tried to peek at the changes in the bright light realm.

He knew that at this moment, he could no longer stop the revival of the Heavenly Dao.

The only thing you can do is to wait and see what changes are going on.

And it, the heavenly way of the bright light realm, will be completely revived.

Turn into a terrifying monster that surpasses all the heavenly kings on the other side!

At this moment, the void suddenly tore open like a crack of silk.

The infinite Buddha light poured down from the cracks, wrapped in the roar of the Brahma singing.

The moment the Light Waterfall touched the void, the void began to melt violently like snow meeting boiling water.

The void is dissolving!

Not corroded, but assimilated by some more primitive force.

The dark and ink-like void appeared at this moment, as if someone had integrated the entire void into the Eight Treasure Pool of Buddhism.

Huang Yan Tianjun's pupils suddenly shrank, and the scene in front of him had completely subverted his cognition.

At this time, the edge of the bright light realm was expanding, and the void was taken into the abdomen like a sucking Taotie.

The void turbulence that should have melted all things at this moment condensed into a trace of inspiration in the Buddha's light and transformed into the world.

"It can actually assimilate the void..." His three heads oozed cold sweat at the same time.

"Teacher... I'm afraid this muddy water is terrible." Chu Junyin also took a deep breath of cold air at this moment.

Before he finished speaking, Xie Que was ready.

He flew out a blood-colored causal thread, directly bound Chu Junyin's waist, and jumped away randomly.

"You are a creature in this world. If you don't escape, you may be in trouble."

Chu Junyin nodded and let himself be dragged out of the void.

In an instant, the entire void suddenly collapsed inward.

The swallowed void fragments reorganized at the edge of the bright light realm and turned into land or oceans.

Although Xie Que is in the void, he can also see the scene in the bright light world at this moment.

At this time, mountains and rivers hang upside down, rivers flow against the flow, and billions of creatures kneel down,

What emerges from the head is not the incense and will power, but the golden thread as thin as hair.

These golden silk threads are weaving into a net, gathering the power of the creatures in the entire world in the way of heaven.

Chu Junyin took a last look back.

The moment the void was completely annihilated, Xie Que pulled Chu Junyin and had already gone billions of miles away.

Behind them, the bright light realm had expanded into a huge shape like a Buddha's head, chewing on the last piece of void fragment.

In the huge open and closed mouth, Shariputra's remnant soul could be seen vaguely smiling at the flower.

In the bright light realm, the sky was originally blue, but now it seemed to be torn apart by an invisible big hand, revealing the dark void.

In the void, golden lines could be seen vaguely spreading like blood vessels, intertwining into a huge net, covering the entire bright light world.

That is the vein of the heavenly way and the source of power in the bright light realm.

However, the way of heaven at this moment is no longer the power of cold and ruthless rules.

It is alive.

Xie Que stood outside the void, staring at the changes in the bright light realm with a serious look.

His divine consciousness tried to peek into the mystery of the way of heaven, but at the moment he touched the golden veins, he was bounced back by an irresistible force.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

That power, with a heart-wrenching activity, was far inferior to him.

"Sure enough, there is a backup..." Xie Que whispered in a low voice, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

He recalled the last battle with Shariputra, and a chill broke out in his heart.

At this moment, above the nine heavens of the bright light realm,

The nine-level sky palace cracked, and billions of glazed Buddha lights penetrated the clouds.

He was wearing a plain white robe, his clothes were free from wind, and every fold was like mountains, rivers and earth.

Under His skin, the golden veins flowing beneath it,

Just like the blood vessels of the heavenly way, they connect the lifeline of the entire bright light realm.

His face was clear and his eyebrows were picturesque, but he also had an indescribable sense of alienation.

Those eyes are as deep as an abyss, as if they can see through the ages and understand all causes and effects.

What reflects in your eyes is not the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of sentient beings, but the rise and fall of heaven and earth, and the rules of birth, death, and reincarnation.

There was no ring scar on top of His head, but a halo was slowly rotating.

The halo is not still, but consists of countless tiny Sanskrit words.

At the edge of the halo, vaguely wisps of chaotic energy were sucked into it and turned into nutrients from Buddha's light.

He held a string of rosary beads in his hand, each of which was crystal clear and a small world was sealed inside.

In those worlds, mountains, rivers, and all living beings are born and destroyed in the rosary, performing endless reincarnation.

His fingertips gently plucked the rosary and made a crisp sound, which seemed to penetrate time and space and reach the depths of the souls of all living beings.

Under His feet, there is no lotus platform, but there is a vain glazed ground.

Every step of falling will cause a circle of ripples. Wherever the ripples pass, the void condenses into gold foil, and chaos turns into Buddha's land.

His existence seems to be a rule itself, a supreme rule that transcends all laws in the world.

He spoke, his voice was like a bell, but he also had a heart-wrenching calm: "Everyone is suffering, but I am awake alone."

This sentence is not said to someone, but to the entire world of bright light, to the heavens and all realms, and even to the endless void.

Every word seems to carry the pressure of the way of heaven, which makes all living beings breathless.

His eyes swept across the heavens and earth, without a trace of emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

Those monks who were once high and those gods who were lying on the side,

In His eyes, he was just an ant-like existence.

In His eyes, there are only rules, only cause and effect, only the endless cycle of reincarnation.

"I am the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang, who controls the way of heaven and is the main samsara of reincarnation."

He looked down at the earth, and everything trembled wherever he looked.

His voice was like a bell, but it also brought a creepy calm: "Man is the greatest evil in this world."

"Greed, jealousy, hatred, desire... These evil thoughts eat the foundation of heaven and earth like maggots."

"And you monks are the culprits who have pushed these evil thoughts to the extreme."

The voice of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang echoed between heaven and earth, and the power of the heavenly way made all living beings breathless.

He raised his hand, pointed his fingertips lightly, and countless pictures suddenly appeared in the void.

Cultivators slaughtered creatures for resources, devoured the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to break through the realm, and changed their destiny for immortality and destiny...

"The monk is just a bug in human skin."

The voice of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang is cold and ruthless:

"They devour the foundation of the world and squeeze out the essence of heaven and earth, but never thought of rewarding them. Their existence is a blasphemy to the way of heaven."

His eyes swept across all living beings, without a trace of emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

Before he finished speaking, the world suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, countless bright light columns fell from the sky, and each light column accurately locked a monk.

Whether it is the God of Creation who is traversing the land or the noble heavenly kings, they are all as small as ants at this moment.

"Today, I will clean up these borers."

The voice of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang exploded like thunder, and countless true spirits flashed like fireflies in the palm of his palm.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the invisible cage hanging from the pillar of light.

In the distance, Xie Que hides in the void.

His spiritual consciousness just touched the breath of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang, and it retracted like an electric shock.

The extremely terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Dao almost suffocated him.

"Is this... this the strength of the Heavenly Dao?"

He tried to estimate the strength of the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha, but found that it was impossible to speculate at all.

At this moment, Huang Yan Tianjun, who was outside the void, was sitting quietly, absorbing the light of the universe to repair the three-headed and six-armed Dharma body.

He just felt the changes between heaven and earth, and he did not return to the bright light realm.

But he never expected that a Buddha's face covering the sky suddenly turned into his eyes.

"Bornet... It turns out you are here."

The voice of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang made the three thousand small worlds tremble at the same time.

"Have you ever thought about today when I was parasitizing my spiritual platform for five million years?"

Huang Yan Tianjun had a lot of dealing with the old Buddhas, and he knew that if he was captured by the laws of heaven, he would definitely not be able to survive.

He instantly sacrificed the black lotus of the karma fire, but found that his face was blooming in the lotus core.

The cause and effect of being killed by him are now reborn in the Buddha's light.

The fingertips of the ancestor Mingguang gently brushed across the void, and his three-headed and six-armed Dharma body, which was comparable to a small world, seemed to be peeling off layer by layer.

"No! I am..."

The moment his body fell into the void, Huang Yan Tianjun suddenly saw his palm.

The palm lines that have been traversing for millions of years are densely covered with golden threads.

The Buddha's singing resounded through the void, and the melted skeletons surging and reorganized in the endless darkness.

The body and soul turn into calyx, the seven emotions and six desires condense into petals, and finally a half-black and half-gold divine flower on the other side blooms.

The ancestor of Mingguang chuckled with flowers, and the distorted face of the Emperor Huang Yan Tianjun appeared on the petals:

"Look at your parasite, you have now become a relic in my palm." (The end of this chapter)