In a fleeting moment, Chunti demonstrated an incredibly high level of control over the five elements, and the power of the elements underwent countless transformations within his body.
With supreme realm and full inheritance of ethereal Qibai Mu essence, Zhunti condensed it back to nine-tenths, leaving the remaining one-tenth into two parts. Deng Chanyu used the Thousand Miles River Painting to receive half a part, and Huang Zhong Li of Kunlun Mountain also received half a part.
"Teacher, look at this," Deng Chanyu lowered her voice and showed her the primordial Yimu Qi she had collected.
Nüwa, curious, looked at the Thousand Miles River Painting for a moment, and then laughed: "There is still a trace of primordial Jin metal essence brought back? There are some problems with Quanzhi's control of these Yimu Qi. He was injured even more than I thought. If we don't settle this now, it will be difficult."
She didn't continue to delve into this topic, but instead wore a look of gloating delight. Quanzhi had just suffered a setback, not only his cultivation level was not advanced, but his foundation was damaged as well. It would take billions of years to recover.
If other sages were to imprison Luo Huo, the heavens would reward them somewhat with karma, as a sign of appreciation. However, for the Buddha's sect, no karma is required. You all first need to pay off your debts.
Zhunti returned to the Sukhavati World, and in front of outsiders, it was "Buddha" and "Mother Buddha" as always. When he met his elder brother, there was no need for concealment.
Zhunti wore a bitter expression, showing no joy of victory: "My junior brother is incompetent, and it shames my elder brother."
Just as Qingyin was establishing Buddhism, he needed to establish his authority. As a sage, he went to battle the Demon Buddha, but ended up being stabbed in the back. It was not a glorious situation no matter how you looked at it.
Qingyin, however, didn't mind the empty reputation: "Honor and disgrace are illusions. As brothers, how can we talk about each other? Quickly close yourself in retreat and repair your foundation."
Zhunti hesitated and then said, "Elder brother, Buddhism has just been established, and there isn't a capable person to handle the administrative affairs. How can that be? Why not let me go back to the primordial chaos to find a couple of talented individuals, bring them into the teachings, and have them oversee the daily affairs?"
With more people, there will naturally be more things to do. In the past, Western Paradise had only a few hundred disciples who were well-acquainted with each other. When they said that their root nature was profound and their wisdom surpassed others, it was not an exaggeration. At that time, it was relatively easy to manage. Now, a large number of disciples have been recruited, and there are countless matters and various demands.
Qingyin "broadcast" messages to recruit a lot of manpower, and it seemed to be a grand affair. In reality, it was a mixture of good and bad. Unless Zhunti used the thoughts of saints, he couldn't even remember the names of many immortals.
Qingyin has a high level of cultivation and a firm will, but he truly doesn't have much management ability. In the past, it was Zhunti who handled the administrative affairs. Now, if Qingyin goes into seclusion, who will manage the newly established Buddhism? Will it be Maitreya?
Maitreya is also not very skilled in management, let alone the Yijing, Dizang, and Dashizi. Buddhism is now lacking a person talented in managing the internal affairs. In the primordial chaos, where might makes right, this Buddhist leader's cultivation cannot be low. If he can suppress all disciples, it would be even better.
Qingyin kept a melancholic expression on his face. He naturally knew the limits of his abilities. His name, Qingyin, implies a guide, not a manager. He was reserved and taciturn, not suited for managing a large sect. The problem was, now there wasn't any other way to go about it?
He said, "Brother, go into retreat and focus on cultivation. I will take care of everything."
Zhunti was moved, joining his palms and bowing: "Yes, elder brother."
Zhunti went into seclusion to repair the foundational cultivation of the sages, leaving Qingyin alone to worry.
In his heart, his brother's cultivation was more important than the sum of the ten Buddhist patriarchs. His solution was simple: let the disciples within the Buddhist sect manage it for a while. If it didn't work, he would seek help from the Three Treasures. It's just a matter of face! Don't worry, if I collapse here, the demon will still have to return to your C drive. You can handle it yourselves!
The demons and the Buddhists made their grand entrance. With Luo Huo sealed, the war was temporarily over. At this time, it was also the time for the human king to reach its true conclusion.
Jiang Ziya issued a death command: by any means necessary, King Zhou must be killed.
Tú Wū Jiàn's ferocious flames rose high into the sky, and at every moment, it was healing King Zhou's wounds with blood. This nearly blood shield thing allowed King Zhou to kill his way in and out of Zhōu's camp seven times. Jiā Xìng royal family had seventeen killed in action. Jiāng Ziya's returning disciple Lóng Xū Hǔ was decapitated in one sword strike, and Gōng Yǒu, an old general with white hair from Jiāng Wáng's Four Friends, also died on the battlefield.
Jiāng Ziya struck King Zhou with a whip in a moment of opportunity. The divine whip was effective, and this blow was nearly the turning point of the entire battle.
With Tú Wū Jiàn in hand, King Zhou had an endless amount of energy. However, he still had limits as a human being. The divine whip severely injured his soul, causing him to feel dizzy and disoriented. Despite the seemingly endless amount of energy within him, his body refused to cooperate at that moment, making it impossible for him to lift a single finger.
The two thousand Shang soldiers led by Lei Kūn and Lei Péng had all died in battle. They were immortal, but in front of the Taixi Zhen Ren who had come to collect the bodies of their disciples, the blood and flesh of ordinary people could not withstand the Jiulong Shen Huo Luan. It would not be killed at one thousand degrees, would it? A thousand was not enough, so let's make it two thousand. If two thousand was not enough, we can make it three thousand. In the end, we will definitely burn it into ashes.
At this time, the vast battlefield was left with only King Zhou. His Xiao Yao Horse had been dismembered alive by the generals of Zhou's camp and could not be restored. With seventeen or eighteen pieces, the fragments were far apart and could not be put back together.
"Traitor! Jiang Ziya! A treacherous traitor who only knows how to ambush, dare you fight to the death with the King of My Lord?" King Zhou roared in anger, relying on Tú Wū Jiàn to support his shaky body. His eyes were red, and he couldn't tell the difference between Jiang Ziya and the other generals of Zhou's camp. He looked around and could only see vague human silhouettes.
Jiang Ziya's mythical four-animal creature had been killed as well. Now, riding on horseback, he cupped his hands and bowed, "Your Majesty, please forgive the old minister for wearing armor; I am unable to perform a full bow."
King Zhou heard the sound and pointed his sword at Jiang Ziya with a remote gesture: "I have been kind to you, yet you want to destroy my kingdom. You are a practitioner of the Dao, not afraid of future karma, or do you intend to vanish along with your cultivation when you die?"
Jiang Ziya was not afraid of this at all. He had died several times already. The benefits you gave were to the previous Jiang Ziya, not to the new Jiang Ziya I am now.
He said calmly, "Your Majesty, have you not heard the saying, 'The world is not the realm of one person, but the realm of all people'? The Mandate of Heaven is ever-changing; it favors those with virtue. In the past, when Emperor Yao had the Mandate of Heaven, he passed it on to Shun because he respected heaven's will. Those who enforced heaven's punishment were called celestial officials. How can we still cling to the name of a subject overthrowing his sovereign?"
He spoke eloquently at length, with the general idea that it was quite reasonable to attack a sovereign as a subject, quite right.
King Zhou first laughed coldly and then roared with laughter: "Calling it 'subject attacking sovereign' sounds so beautiful, the Zhou state talks about 'rituals' all the time. Is that what 'subject attacking sovereign' is about? The originator of this evil practice, will he have any descendants?"
Taìyǐ Zhenrén stood beside Jiang Ziya and said in a low voice, "Jiāng Ziā, don't say too much. It's best to act quickly."
