Fantasy: Ten Dragons Compete for the Throne, I, the Villain, Choose to Play it Off

Chapter 137: I vow not to become a Buddha until hell is emptied!
Upon hearing these words, Li Qiye suddenly felt that he could move his body again.

He tried to raise his arm, and indeed there was no resistance; he lifted it up easily.

So he stood up from the coffin and subconsciously looked around at everything.

Looking around, all one sees is desolation.

Endless black mist filled the sky and earth, and there were ghost money everywhere.

The surrounding area was empty, with only that huge bronze coffin standing there, as if it had existed since time immemorial.

"Wandering souls! Lost spirits!"

"Return! Come back!"

Li Qiye heard that incredibly aged voice again.

Immediately, Li Qiye found himself flying directly into the air, as if a mysterious force was pulling him along.

"This……"

Li Qiye was taken aback for a moment, then realized, "This is a summoning of spirits!"

"If the summoning of the spirit is successful, wouldn't that mean I'd become a vegetable in reality and never wake up again?"

Although he had become a corpse inside the bronze coffin, he could not replace that corpse.

In his mind, he was the tenth prince Li Qiye living in the outside world, not this corpse that had died at some unknown time.

Even if it really was his previous life, it's not allowed.

"Stop it!"

A hint of ferocity appeared in Li Qiye's eyes, and he forcibly controlled his body to stop in mid-air.

The ghost money fell from the sky like rain.

He casually picked up a banknote and noticed a blurry figure on it, but he couldn't make out the face.

"Something's not right, something's really wrong..."

Li Qiye narrowed his eyes. This was definitely not something born of heaven and earth, but something artificially created.

The people who made these ghost money were most likely from the world where the voice he had just heard originated.

"In other words, the place where this corpse is located is the real Netherworld. I just don't know if this place is the same as the outside world."

Li Qiye fell into deep thought.

To be precise, this was not a corpse at all, but a soul.

As for why the bronze coffin appeared, it's not hard to understand by recalling the experience in the world of the Tomb of the Gods.

Jian Wuhen and the others were transformed from a Netherworld artifact, and there are many kinds of Netherworld artifacts, this being one of them.

This bronze coffin is very likely a type of funerary object.

Who says that only paper funerary objects can be burned?

In this world, nothing is unburnable.

If it cannot be burned, it only means that the flame level is not high enough.

For example, the Nanming Li Fire controlled by Li Qiye is a rare divine fire of heaven and earth.

"However, if this is the Netherworld, there can't possibly be only one soul here, right?"

Such a thought occurred to Li Qiye.

He looked around, but saw no one; the world was completely empty.

Apart from him and the ancient bronze coffin, there were only countless pieces of paper money falling from the sky and a hazy grayness.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a distant Buddhist chant faintly echoed in his ears.

Next came the rapid chanting of sutras, as if countless monks were chanting sutras around him, which made Li Qiye's scalp tingle and his head throb with pain.

A buzz!
The void trembled, and a golden Buddhist light appeared, transforming into a golden path leading to the heavens.

"Excellent! The benefactor's merits in life were immeasurable, and he should ascend to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss as soon as possible." A voice filled with boundless compassion rang out.

At the same time, golden light shone brightly beneath their feet, as if it were stuck to them.

Li Qiye's body seemed to be imprisoned on it, as if it was trying to forcibly take him away.

Li Qiye's expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but want to swear.

Why are these bald monks everywhere? They're like ghosts that just won't leave.

Li Qiye tried to stop himself, but the endless chanting, mixed with a strange power, carried his body towards the sky.

If that person were alive, perhaps I could resist, but I am too weak and have no power to fight back.

"Heh, you want me to become a Buddha?"

A fierce glint flashed in Li Qiye's eyes, and he coldly snorted, "Then so be it."

Immediately, Li Qiye sat cross-legged on the golden light, his hands clasped together, his expression solemn and dignified, his face full of compassion.

But a cold smile lingered deep in his eyes as he slowly spoke:
"The Buddha's teachings are boundless, and his wisdom is limitless. By cultivating one's mind and character, one can attain a state of carefree enlightenment."

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is emptied!"

The grand voice, imbued with compassion, resonated throughout the entire world.

Li Qiye sat cross-legged, his whole body radiating endless Buddhist light, which spread for thousands of miles and dispelled all the surrounding black mist.

As his voice faded, the golden light that stretched across the sky suddenly stopped.

The Buddhist chant that had given him a splitting headache also came to an abrupt end.

Li Qiye remained seated cross-legged, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Bald monk, how will you deal with this?"

"If you try to take me away by force, I won't go. I'll stay in hell and see what you can do to me."

Li Qiye was merely quoting a classic saying by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Anyway, he didn't want to become a Buddha, so whatever karma he might have, it's none of his business.

After a brief silence, the other side seemed somewhat unwilling and stopped chanting.

However, the avenue formed by the golden light in the sky remained motionless.

Li Qiye remained seated cross-legged in the air, vaguely sensing a peculiar power within this world that directly fixed the golden path formed by the Buddha's light in the air.

If this is truly the Netherworld, then his will probably take Li Qiye's words seriously, clearly indicating that his words had been recognized by this world.

At this moment, someone actually wanted to forcibly take Li Qiye away and convert him, which he naturally refused to do.

After a brief stalemate, just as Li Qiye thought the other party was about to give up, a sudden rumble resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

It was as if a huge hole had been torn open in the heavens and earth, and the sound resounded throughout the world, causing the entire world to tremble.

Li Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted, and a golden Buddha's hand appeared, slowly extending from the sky. It lingered in the sky for a moment, and the black mist between heaven and earth seemed to be purified and burned away.

"Don't joke around..."

Li Qiye stared in shock at the golden Buddha palm that had torn a huge hole in the sky. Was it trying to forcibly take him away?
Seeing such terrifying power, it was probably not just an immortal, but at least a Buddha at the divine level.

"Damn it, what was my identity in my past life that made me worthy of such a powerful figure taking action, forcibly breaking through this underworld to try and take me away?"

Li Qiye felt a chill run down his spine.

He had clearly sensed the opponent's power, for the instant the enormous Buddha's palm appeared, he vaguely heard the heavens and earth groaning, as if they had been wounded and could not withstand such power.

The black mist that filled the entire world began to dissipate in the face of that dazzling Buddha light.

Li Qiye's gaze narrowed slightly. Within the black mist, he actually saw a twisted figure struggling and slowly dissipating.

The reason they failed to manifest before was because they merged with the black mist.

"They really are ghosts!"

(End of this chapter)