This is a place where perception is reversed, a place of emptiness and chaos.

A wisp of muddled and listless spirit wandered within, without direction or purpose, without thought or feeling, not knowing where to go or where to stay.

How long it lasted, no one knew. Within this place of emptiness and chaos, the wandering spirit saw a sliver of 'light'.

In that instant, it was as if lightning had struck its mind.

A thought never before conceived was born in its heart, and once born, it could not be suppressed: Get out!

Get out!

The spirit developed an immense longing, frantically rushing towards the place where the 'light' originated. Only then did the spirit discover that within this emptiness and chaos, there were countless beings identical to itself.

And at this moment, all the spirits were frantically running towards the direction of that 'light', even beginning to attack and devour each other.

This was a silent and unseen, yet tragically fierce battle.

No one knew how long it lasted, until there were no more 'companions' in front or behind. Only then did the spirit rush into the place where the light originated, intoxicated and frenzied.

Boom!

Accompanied by a tidal wave of memories, an unimaginably immense pain exploded from the depths of its soul.

In that instant, the spirit roared loudly, sending out a cry that turned into a resounding wail.

"I am Zhang Longfu... a direct descendant of the Da Xia Celestial Master Sect, my master is Zhuge, my grandmaster..."

The digestion of all the memories took an extremely short time, as if only an instant. As a large face squeezed into his line of sight, Zhang Longfu remembered his past life, recalling his previous existence.

The obsession of many years had come to an end. The endless wandering after death churned within his heart, finally settling into calmness.

"The grandmaster did not destroy my soul, but sent me into reincarnation..."

Zhang Longfu's heart surged. "I can be reborn, my teacher, could he also be in some corner of the world, reincarnated as a human?"

As soon as this thought arose, Zhang Longfu's heart rate accelerated, but the next moment, a sentence from beside him shocked him, almost making him cry out.

"Sister is crying so loudly, why isn't the little brother making a sound?"

Sister, brother, crying...

Wait, I was the one crying just now!

Upon realizing this, Zhang Longfu was stunned. He had heard of people experiencing different lives, as male or female, human or beast, but when it truly happened to him, he was somewhat disoriented.

But it was only somewhat. As long as his cultivation improved, the form of a person could be changed in the blink of an eye. Whether he was male or female, human or dog, was not that important to him.

"Little brother..."

Zhang Longfu's heart softened for no reason. He was an orphan in his previous life, and he no longer remembered his parents or siblings. Now that he had parents and relatives in this life, he would not let them suffer even the slightest hardship.

As he thought this, he barely managed to extend his weak divine sense to perceive his surroundings, and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Beside him, a chubby little fellow stood up on his own and yawned, actually levitating in the air.

Then, he stepped forward with his right foot, walking seven steps in all directions, surveying the eight directions, one finger pointing upwards, one finger pointing downwards, pointing to the sky and drawing on the earth, and from his mouth, golden lotuses bloomed.

Within the golden lotuses, there seemed to be unknown chants of Zen reverberating in all directions.

"This, this..."

Zhang Longfu's mind trembled wildly. This chant was clearly an extremely profound Buddhist sound.

Its meaning was:

Above and below heaven, I alone am the honored one!

"...!"

The whole room was silent.

Qiao Moke held his daughter in a daze, watching his son, who had just been born moments ago, take seven steps in the air and emit golden lotuses from his mouth. For a moment, his scalp almost exploded.

What kind of thing did I give birth to...?

......

There are six heavens and four continents.

The Eastern Victory Continent is where the ancestral home of Taoism is located, with mountains like forests, the most spiritual and beautiful.

The Southern Jambudvipa Continent is the most stable region, with the widest plains, nurturing the most creatures of the four continents and the most popular.

The Northern Kurukshetra Continent has the largest territory, but is full of poisonous miasma and the most forbidden places, with all kinds of demons and monsters that are not allowed in other continents, making it the most chaotic.

The Western Godhaniya Continent is where the ancestral home of Buddhism is located. It is suspected to have collapsed due to an ancient war. It is filled with yellow sand all year round. Only the oases scattered like stars have human habitation. The rest of the land is uninhabitable.

At this time, the sky above the Western Godhaniya was also covered with dark clouds. Under the dark sky, countless people felt suppressed. Some closed their doors and did not go out, while others chanted Sanskrit.

"Vatican Saint have mercy, bestow grace upon the world..."

In the yellow sand swept by wind and rain, an old monk with a worried face knelt every three steps and kowtowed every ten steps, facing the westernmost land, his eyes pious and firm.

He was walking the road of pilgrimage.

For the monks and believers of the Western Godhaniya Continent, there is only one saint between heaven and earth, that is the Vatican Saint, and only one holy place, that is Mount Sumeru.

Unfortunately, since an ancient turmoil, Mount Sumeru, known as the number one sacred mountain in the world and the first mountain since ancient times, has never been seen again. Even those who claimed to have seen Mount Sumeru were mostly liars.

But even so, for tens of thousands of years, countless good men and women have been painstakingly searching for Mount Sumeru.

They firmly believe that the holy land is eternal. The reason why they cannot see the holy land of Mount Buddha is only because Sumeru has entered a mustard seed, but as long as they are pious enough, they will definitely be able to find Mount Sumeru.

Shasha shasha~~~

In the dense rain, the old monk knelt down countless times, pressing his face deeply into the sand wet by the rain, reciting Buddhist scriptures in his heart and chanting the Buddha's name with incomparable piety.

He had forgotten how long he had been walking this pilgrimage road. He only knew that he had seen similar heavy rains dozens of times.

He only knew that the number of people who had traveled with him had gone from as many as mountains and seas to a few scattered people, and then to just him alone.

But even if his primordial spirit collapsed and his magic power was low, he was still moving forward.

"Vatican Saint have mercy, bestow grace upon the world..."

The old monk murmured.

He seemed unaware of the dense and continuous rain, and ignored the brilliant divine light in the extreme distance. All his energy was focused on the boundless yellow sand in front of him.

He firmly believed that the Sumeru Holy Land was in this endless yellow sand.

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As long as he observes all the yellow sand, he will surely be able to see Sumeru.

Hu!

Hu~

One step, one step, one kneel, one kneel, one bow, and another bow...

The old monk walked piously and mechanically on the yellow sand. At one moment, as he buried himself deeply in the yellow sand once again, complex and mysterious Sanskrit sounds emerged beside his ears.

Before his eyes, he saw that giant mountain surrounded by endless Buddha light, sacred and extremely majestic.

That was an indescribable magnificence.

It was like the center of the universe, surrounded by the suns and guarded by the stars. It seemed to rise from the ground and penetrate deep into the sea of stars. All the sacred mountains and immortal mountains in the world seemed to be inferior to this mountain in terms of majesty and height.

Even with a Dharma eye and divine eyes, it was impossible to see the top of this mountain, or even its edge.

It stood in front, as if possessing the supreme divine power to dominate the years.

"Holy Mountain!"

Looking at the divine mountain surrounded by endless Buddha light, the old monk was stunned, and two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes: "Kuto is fortunate to see the Holy Mountain, Kuto is fortunate to see the Holy Mountain..."

The old monk stood up痴dly, forgetting everything, his eyes only on the Holy Mountain that was close at hand.

According to legend, Mount Sumeru is 84,000 yojanas high, and in between reside Bhikkhus, Bhikkhunis, Upasakas, Upasikas, Asuras, Vajras, Monasteries, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and Vatican Saints.

The Vatican Saint resides on Sumeru, preaching the Buddha's scriptures. Every day, Buddha's light shines on the world. The Bodhisattvas stand with smiles, observing the changes in the worlds. The Arhats guard the outside, riding dragons or subduing tigers...

There are Mandalas blooming like the sea, there are gods and men working at sunrise and resting at sunset, there are goddesses performing graceful dances, and there are Vajra Dharma protectors holding precepts outside.

Endless beauty, all kinds of sacredness.

However, the moment the old monk stepped into Mount Sumeru, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, falling out of a beautiful dream, and let out a terrifying wail like a collapse of faith.

"No!"

The old monk roared and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face, trembling non-stop, one hand inserted into the ground, and when he raised it again, it was full of flowing Buddha blood.

As the阴 wind blew, all the Buddha's light was destroyed, revealing a terrifying scene like 森罗 Hell, full of ominousness.

In the broken, ghost-like blood land, corpses were strewn across the ground, including Bhikkhunis, Vajra Arhats, 天人 Asuras, and Dragon Monasteries… even the legendary Bodhisattvas died with sneers.

In the阴 wind, there seemed to be endless resentment roaring, suppressing the endless sounds of禅 chanting: "… dead, all dead…"

"No!"

The old monk shouted, suddenly raising one hand and poking out his eyes, roaring like a madman: "This is not true, it's not true! My Buddha is omnipotent, how could my Buddha, how could…"

Boom!

Buddha's light burst out from the old monk's body, and then turned into endless blood, lifting up the snarling, roaring, and laughing old monk, and running madly towards the summit of the 84,000 yojanas high Mount Sumeru.

The holy land is like a ghost realm.

Incense wood is broken, temples are collapsing, palaces are burned, and golden sand is like blood.

On the seven-treasure staircase, corpses are like mountains. Countless Bhikkhunis, Arhats, and 天人 lie dead beside the road. The legendary seven-fold treasure walls, seven-fold fences, seven-fold nets, and seven-fold rows of trees are all shrouded in阴 wind.

In the huge Mount Sumeru, there was only the old monk's roar, as if everything had been buried!

"Ah!"

Surrounded by blood, the old monk roared like a恶鬼. Finally, at the moment he reached the summit of Mount Sumeru, he was struck by lightning. When he opened his mouth, blood and internal organs gushed out together.

On the summit of Mount Sumeru, there is a Great Buddha cast from八宝, but at this time, the Great Buddha is stained with blood and has collapsed by half. Half of the Buddha's face is hanging with blood and tears, as if crying.

"My Buddha, where is my Buddha?"

"Bodhisattva, hahaha, who killed the Bodhisattva?!"

"Arhat, where did the Arhat's head go? Haha, woo woo, no, no... Vatican Saint, Vatican Saint ah..."

The old monk cried in despair, struggling towards the only intact main hall behind the Buddha statue.

His breath was like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time. The only belief supported him, and finally allowed him to crawl to the front of the main hall.

The next moment, the flames flowing out of the void burned the struggling old monk to ashes.

The flames did not stop, but spread like water waves to the entire Mount Sumeru, and in just an instant, everything outside the mountain was turned to ashes!

"The断涅圣火, hehe..."

A low voice came from the dim and flickering main hall.

Immediately, one by one, dragon blood lamps lit up, reflecting in the main hall, on the lotus platform guarded by mountain-like Buddha corpses, the handsome old Buddha under that scarlet red Kasaya.

The old Buddha lowered his hand and stroked the Buddha lying dead in front of him, whispering like a long chant:

"My path, is about to be completed!"