Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

Beside the Bodhisattva, many Buddhist disciples stood in a line. They were dressed in plain white monk robes and light golden cassocks on their shoulders.

A soft yet firm Buddha light emanates from his entire body, his eyebrows are lowered, and his expression is focused and pious.

With his lips slightly opened, the scriptures that came out turned into tangible golden characters, circling and dancing above the lotus platform, converging into a torrent of scriptures.

The sound was like the sound of a Huangzhong Dalu or a clear spring in a deep valley, interweaving and echoing, filling every corner of this mysterious space.

Every note carries the power of purification, knocking on the door of redemption deep in the soul, urging the souls in the audience to break free from past karma and rush towards a new life.

Ye Chen was in the midst of it, and he felt as if his soul was also being wiped by the Sanskrit sound. A corner of his dusty mind was quietly lit up, and awe and shock flooded his heart like a tide.

At this time, the lotus platform is like a quiet altar, carrying the sacred mission of liberating souls.

A long period of time as countless as the grains of sand in the Ganges River passed quietly, and batch after batch of souls, under the baptism of the Sanskrit scriptures and mantras of Buddhist disciples, washed away the worldly dust and transcended to rebirth.

The ghost messengers escorted the dead soul whose last wisp of obsession had dissipated, and their figures disappeared into the darkness.

Under the lotus platform, in a moment, there was nothing but deathly silence.

On the lotus platform, many Buddhist disciples had solemn expressions on their faces, their lips moved slightly, and the sound of chanting scriptures gradually faded away, just like the lingering sound of a magnificent piece of music.

They stood in unison, put their hands together, bowed deeply to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and spoke in unison.

"Bodhisattva, the ritual of salvation is over, I am leaving, Amitabha"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has a compassionate and peaceful face, his eyes slightly closed, he nodded slightly, and put his hands together in return.

"Amitabha, you have worked hard, go down and rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint golden light emanated from the bodies of the disciples, like twinkling stars. In an instant, their figures became ethereal and disappeared from the spot. Only Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was left standing quietly on the stage, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

The Bodhisattva raised his eyes and looked into the endless darkness in the distance. The darkness was like a gluttonous beast, devouring the edge of the underworld.

His eyes were filled with worry, just like a clear lake falling into a thick haze. After a long moment, he sighed.

"May the Buddha have mercy on me. May all evils in the world never happen again. Amitabha"

This prayer was like a stone thrown into a dead pond, unexpectedly causing a thousand waves.

"Bodhisattva, although the aspiration is good, it is impossible to achieve it because you cannot control the sins."

A voice suddenly sounded, like a sharp blade cutting through the quiet night sky, revealing a bit of unruliness and coldness.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and Di Ting are both top-notch warriors in the underworld. Their spiritual awareness is as sharp as an eagle and they can detect the slightest movement of an ant. But at this moment, they were unaware that there was someone hiding in the dark and they could not help but feel horrified.

Before the voice fell, Ye Chen's figure slowly emerged on the lotus platform like a ghost.

He was dressed in black with fluttering corners, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, his face was stern, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, revealing an otherworldly and mysterious temperament.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva slowly stood up, looking from the top of Ye Chen's head to his feet inch by inch, with a look of confusion, and asked with his hands clasped together.

"Amitabha, benefactor, who are you? You don't seem to be from the underworld."

Ye Chen clasped his hands together, neither humble nor arrogant, and spoke loudly.

"Bodhisattva, my name is Ye Chen, and I am the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm. My purpose of coming here is to hope that the Bodhisattva can submit to my Heavenly Dao and explore the great path of cultivating immortals together."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a loud thunderclap. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had been practicing for countless years and his mind was as calm as a rock, but at this moment he could not help but show a look of surprise and ponder in his heart.

"How could this Immortal Emperor from the Immortal Realm appear in the Underworld for no reason and even attempt to make me submit? This is unheard of and extremely absurd.

And how did he manage to avoid me and Di Ting's divine sense and come here quietly?"

His brows were slightly furrowed on his usually calm face, and his eyes were full of surprise and confusion.

Di Ting beside him was also dumbfounded, his big copper-bell eyes were full of shock, and he was muttering to himself.

"This person has a mysterious aura and his methods are so unpredictable. The Bodhisattva and I have always been well aware of the movements of the underworld, but today he is so unprepared. It is really strange!"

"Donor Ye, your words are frivolous. I have been here for who knows how many years. Even the King of Fengdu does not dare to speak to me in this way.

Even if you are the emperor of the fairy world, are you sure you can make me submit? Amitabha"

After Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva finished speaking, he waved his hands, his ten fingers flitting like butterflies flying through flowers, changing seals rapidly.

Golden light suddenly rose all over his body, and the Buddha's light seemed to materialize into a surging wave, surging and surging. Every ray of light was like a sharp blade, as if it could cut through the surrounding space.

The powerful aura was like a mountain crashing down on us. The air seemed to solidify and the space seemed unable to bear the weight. It made crackling sounds and there were signs of it breaking.

Seeing this, Ye Chen looked indifferent, as if he was leisurely strolling in a garden watching the clouds roll by. His hands quickly formed seals in front of his chest, and the shadows were dim and fast like shooting stars.

In an instant, colorful Buddha light was released from the whole body. The Buddha light was like a trickle at first, and then it rushed out like a river bursting its banks.

As the light flowed, the shadow of a giant Buddha statue behind him slowly solidified.

The Buddha statue is sitting cross-legged with a compassionate and peaceful face and slightly drooping eyelids, as if overlooking the world. His hands are in the shape of lotus flowers, and the hand seals are ancient and mysterious, exuding ancient oppression.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and Di Ting were stunned when they heard this. Buddhism all leads to the same destination, but they didn't expect that the Immortal Emperor of the Fairy World was also well versed in this. It was really unbelievable.

There was a storm in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's heart.

“I thought that the immortal world was full of methods of flying in the clouds and breathing in spiritual energy, but I didn’t expect that he had such pure and profound attainments in Buddhist cultivation.

This colorful Buddha light is so powerful, I underestimated this Immortal Emperor!"

Di Ting's hair stood on end and he was extremely shocked.

"This kind of method is unheard of and unseen. Could it be that the immortal world is hiding some unknown secret of Buddhist cultivation? If this continues, the Bodhisattva will probably be in a difficult battle."

At this moment, Ye Chen's colorful Buddha light and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's golden Buddha light collided violently, just like the collision of ice and fire, and like a comet hitting the moon.

In an instant, the entire underworld space was like a lone boat in the raging waves, shaking violently, the earth cracked, gullies crisscrossed, and gravel flew everywhere.

The colorful Buddha light is like a lively creature, constantly expanding and eroding the surrounding space, while the golden Buddha light is retreating step by step, just like the remnants of a defeated army, being compressed into a corner.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was greatly shocked and did not dare to slack off at all. He recited scriptures like firecrackers, and his speech was almost inaudible.

Each word turned into a golden rune and merged into the Buddha's light.

The golden Buddha light seemed to have received reinforcements, and it shone brightly, just like the scorching sun in the sky, pushing back, the light was dazzling, and the space was burning with a sizzling sound.

Ye Chen raised the corner of his mouth, outlining a confident smile, and the seals of his hands changed again, becoming complicated and unpredictable.

The sky behind him suddenly became bright with Buddha's light, and shadows of Buddha statues emerged one after another, densely packed and in various shapes.

Some have eyes wide open as they exorcise demons, while others have kind eyes as they save all living beings. Each one of them exudes a powerful aura that can destroy the world.

And it is not an illusion, it is like a real entity descending, and the Buddha's light around it interweaves into a gorgeous light curtain.

Almost turning the underworld into daylight, the colorful Buddha light was like a surging tide, sweeping over and over, squeezing the golden Buddha light again.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva tried his best, sweat rolled down his forehead and soaked his clothes.

However, the place where the golden Buddha light was displayed became increasingly narrow, with only a small space left, and he knew that he was powerless to save the situation.

At this moment, he was filled with helplessness and shock, and sighed secretly.

"This Immortal Emperor's strength is far beyond imagination. I have practiced hard for many years, but today, I was suppressed by this outsider in my own underworld and had no power to fight back. He has brought my Buddhist cultivation ability to this level."

Di Ting, who was listening nearby, was also extremely anxious and shocked. Seeing Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gradually losing the upper hand, he was extremely worried but did not know what to do. His claws left deep marks on the ground and he cried out in his heart.

"What can we do? Even the Bodhisattvas can hardly resist. The underworld is about to face an unprecedented change!"

After a moment, with a helpless "Amitabha", Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva withdrew the Buddha's light, as if letting go of his obsession and giving up resistance.

Seeing this, Ye Chen waved his hand, and the colorful Buddha light around him slowly dissipated like the ebbing tide.

The countless Buddha statues behind him also turned into starlight and disappeared into the sky, and the underworld returned to peace.

Only the lotus platform trembled slightly in the aftermath, as if remembering this shocking confrontation.