The Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor: I am the Lord

Although the Western Wasteland is also a remote corner of the Immortal Realm, it can also be called a holy place of Buddhism. It is also a subsidiary of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, one of the ten major sects in the Central Heavenly City. Among the four major wastelands in the Immortal Realm, it is probably the only place that has not experienced obvious internal strife and wars like other places. Because here, almost everyone believes in Buddhism, practices Buddhism, and worships Buddha. Believing in Buddha is their highest belief, and it is difficult for other forces to gain a foothold in this place. Therefore, this is also the only place where no other forces intervene.

However, even in this place where the Buddha's light shines, it is difficult to escape the shadow of this catastrophe. The golden body of the Buddha looks particularly solemn in the sunset, but the air around is filled with a sense of uneasiness and solemnity. The bells of the temple should be a symbol of tranquility and peace, but at this moment, it seems to have become a countdown to the end of the world, and every ringing makes people feel nervous.

Under the Bodhi tree deep in the Western Wasteland, a group of eminent monks were frowning and meditating, trying to find a solution from the vast Buddhist teachings. Their faces were calm, but their hearts were in turmoil, because even they could not predict where this disaster would end.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence. A dusty, panicked disciple rushed into the temple and reported breathlessly: "Master, it's bad! The demon army has crossed the border and is approaching the Western Wasteland. All the villages and temples along the way have been slaughtered!"

Upon hearing this, all the monks opened their eyes, with a flash of astonishment and anger in their eyes. They knew that although the Western Wasteland was a holy land of Buddhism, it could not remain immune. Faced with this unprecedented disaster, they had to make a choice - escape or fight?

"My fellow brothers, we have practiced for many years to save all living beings and save them from disaster." An old monk with high moral character stood up, his voice steady and powerful, "Now, the demons are rampant, evil spirits are rampant, and lives are in ruins. How can we just stand by and watch?"

"Yes! We can't let the Buddha's light go out on this land!" Other monks responded one after another, and they all stood up and prepared to fight. They knew that this battle would be extremely difficult, but they also knew that escaping was not an option for Buddhist disciples.

So, in the vast land of the Western Wasteland, a group of eminent monks, wearing cassocks and holding magical instruments, resolutely set out to fight against the demons. Their figures stretched out in the sunset, looking lonely and determined. Their hearts were filled with faith in Buddhism and compassion for all living things.

This battle is not only a test of their cultivation, but also a test of their faith. They know that only by truly understanding the true meaning of Buddhism can they find a way out of this catastrophe and save the people from suffering.

As the monks went deeper, the night in the Western Wasteland became darker and darker, as if even the stars were obscured by this ominous aura. All around, strange whispers and cold laughter came one after another, as if countless dead souls were whispering in the darkness, telling of the misery and despair of the past.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and from the darkness, distorted monsters with red eyes slowly walked out. They were covered in black scales, holding bone blades, and surrounded by a strong demonic aura, which made people shudder. These monsters were obviously summoned by some evil power and came specifically to stop the monks.

"Amitabha, all living beings suffer. May the Buddha have mercy on these lost souls." The leading monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted. Although his voice was soft, it contained supreme majesty and compassion. As he chanted, circles of golden Buddha light emanated from his body, illuminating the surrounding darkness and warming people's hearts.

However, the monsters were unmoved. They roared and rushed towards the monks like wild beasts. The battle broke out instantly, and the magic weapons and bone blades collided, making a deafening sound. Although the monks had profound cultivation, they could not help but feel the pressure doubled when facing the monsters that came like a tide.

What was even more terrifying was that as the battle progressed, a more powerful evil force began to stir. Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the sky, and in an instant, a stream of extremely smelly, blood-red mist suddenly gushed out, rushing towards the monks like a blood river. This blood river seemed to contain endless resentment and curses, which could devour all life and hope.

"Not good! This is the power of the Shura world!" The old monk's face changed drastically. He knew very well the horror of this power. Once it was fully released, the entire Western Wilderness and even the wider areas would be plunged into an endless sea of ​​blood.

"My fellow brothers, even if we are torn to pieces today, we must protect the lives of these people!" The old monk shouted, his whole body shining with golden light. He rushed towards the blood sea of ​​Shura without hesitation, vowing to stop this catastrophe at the cost of his own life.

Seeing this, other monks followed with roars, knowing that this would be the most difficult and tragic battle in their lives. But for the sake of faith and the people, they had no regrets.

The blood sea was surging like a tide, and every drop seemed to contain endless resentment and pain. They condensed into hideous faces in the air, howling miserably, trying to corrode the will and bodies of the monks. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and despair, as if the whole world was dyed red at this moment.

Although the old monks were well versed in Buddhism, they had to use all their strength to resist the erosion of the blood sea of ​​Shura with their indestructible bodies. Their magic weapons drew brilliant golden tracks in the air, fighting fiercely with the ghost faces and blood mist. Every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar and sparks.

However, as the battle continued, the monks' physical strength and magic power began to gradually deplete. The blood sea energy seemed endless, constantly pouring out from the crack in the sky, making the battle more and more difficult. Fine beads of sweat began to seep out of the monks' faces, and their breathing became rapid.

However, the horror was far from over. Just as they were exhausted from dealing with it, an even more terrifying existence suddenly appeared. In the bloody atmosphere, a huge beast covered with black scales and with eyes as red as torches slowly poked its head out of the crack. Its body was so huge that it almost covered half of the sky, and it let out a deafening roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth.

Every breath of the beast was accompanied by the churning of blood and air, and the stench and breath of death distorted the surrounding space. Its eyes flashed with crazy flames, as if it could see through the deepest fear and despair in people's hearts.

"This is... the giant beast of Shura Realm - Blood Sea Demon Dragon!" One of the old monks shouted in horror, his eyes full of disbelief and fear. The Blood Sea Demon Dragon, he knew very well that this giant beast was one of the most powerful creatures in Shura Realm, and its power was enough to destroy the world. Even he had only seen it in ancient books, but he did not expect that it would actually appear in front of them now.