If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 537 Heavenly Gods and Immortals

Yellow sand swirls in the sky. In a valley, not a blade of grass grows. In the center of the valley lies a small, blood-red lake. The cliffs surrounding the valley are so neat that the valley looks like a huge pit. Yellow sand forms a yellow sky that covers the valley.

In the crimson lake, Zhang Bukui, shirtless, sat cross-legged, the blood swirling around his body like long snakes.

The Lord of the Divine Realm sat cross-legged by the lake. Compared to two thousand years ago, he seemed to have become a different person. He was emaciated, his eyes were lifeless, and he sat there motionless like a skeleton.

Looking around, one could see corpses, all of them the remains of the strange and powerful ghost kings, each with a tragic and grotesque appearance.

A yellow wind descended from the sky and formed a head on the surface of the blood lake. It was the head of a Buddha statue, ancient and worn.

It is the head of a Buddha!
The Buddha looked down at Zhang Buku with a strange smile on his face.

Zhang Buku seemed to sense something, opened his eyes, and looked up to see the Buddha Immortal. He wasn't nervous; his expression remained indifferent. He asked, "What? You can't help but want to attack me?"

The Buddha-sage sneered, "Now that you're considered my disciple, how dare you speak to your master like that?"

Zhang Bukui didn't reply, but just stared at him calmly.

He has been here for two thousand years, enduring pain and torment, and his heart has been tempered and refined. Even now, facing death, he will not be afraid or uneasy.

"Not bad, I like your eyes very much. You are much better than these trash," the Buddha said contemptuously.

The divine realm lord by the lake trembled slightly, but was unable to raise his head.

Zhang Bukui merely glanced at his actions and paid them no heed.

Zhang Bukui knew that words of concern wouldn't help him.

"Do you know why I chose you?" the Buddha suddenly asked.

Zhang Buku looked at him, waiting for his answer.

The Buddha Immortal didn't mind Zhang Buku's attitude and laughed, "You were originally destined to die, but with the help of others, your fate was changed. There are many people like you, who are called fate changers. The greater the change in fate, the more complex your karma becomes. In other words, the higher your cultivation level, the more likely you are to become an anomaly of the Heavenly Dao, or even an anomaly of the Great Dao. Fate changers are destined to have a bumpy life and their cultivation is more difficult than others, but they are also more likely to encounter opportunities."

Who deserves to die?

Zhang Bukui immediately thought of his Uncle Gu.

If it weren't for Uncle Gu's rescue, he would have died long ago.

"So, I bear this karmic burden, and you chose me, aren't you afraid of the trouble?" Zhang Buku asked, staring at the Buddha Immortal.

The Buddha-immortal revealed a half-smile and said, "Boy, do you want to become an immortal or god? Your destiny is very suitable for entering the Heavenly Court."

"Heaven?"

"That's right, that belongs to the power of immortals and gods. They are the true immortals and gods, protected by the fortune of the Heavenly Dao. As long as the Heavenly Dao exists, they will not perish. They hold supreme power, and all the great worlds are under their rule. The reason why there are immortals and gods in the human world is because of them. However, mortals cannot see them, and they disdain to let mortals witness their true forms."

The Buddha's tone was seductive, and the allure of immortality was immense, even stirring the heart of Zhang Bukui after his transformation.

Cultivating immortality is nothing more than pursuing eternal life.
Power doesn't necessarily come from cultivation level; it can come from family background or religious sect. But immortality can only be achieved through one's own efforts.

Even though Zhang Bukui had traveled through many worlds, he had never heard of anyone who could live forever.

“I once belonged to the Heavenly Court. Immortality is a shackle for me, so I want to leave. But there can be no vacancy in the Heavenly Dao Immortal position, otherwise the Heavenly Court will not let me go. So you will take my place.”

Buddha looked at Zhang Bukui and said seriously, his voice devoid of laughter.

Zhang Bukui asked, "Is it that easy to replace?"

The Buddha replied, "The Heavenly Court is not the sect you imagine. Immortals and gods cannot meet each other. Many immortals and gods are confined to one place for their entire lives, never to enter the Heavenly Court, and never to see other immortals and gods. Being able to see the Heavenly Laws is already a great fortune in life."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bukui finally understood.

This Buddha or immortal must have a very low status in the Heavenly Court, so low that not many people pay attention to him.

This filled him with bitterness. If even the lowest levels of the Heavenly Court could bring him endless despair, he felt that if he were to step into such a terrifying Heavenly Court, the consequences would be dire. Judging from the words of the Buddhas and Immortals, while the Heavenly Dao Immortal Rank could grant immortality, it would also rob one of freedom.

Perhaps, Buddhas and immortals can only guard this realm.

He couldn't accept being forced to live in this land of yellow sand for eternity.

Seeing Zhang Bukuo in despair, the Buddha Immortal continued, "Only by accepting the Heavenly Dao Immortal position will I give that guy a way out. He won't last much longer."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bukui turned to look at the Lord of the Divine Realm, his brows furrowing slightly.

The Buddha-immortal flew upwards, his voice following as he descended: "Becoming an immortal or god means losing your freedom, but you still have hope. If you die, then there is no hope at all."

His voice faded into the distance, and his figure soon disappeared into the yellow sand.

Zhang Bukui kept staring at the Lord of the Divine Realm, his heart filled with torment.

He could not fail to repay the kindness shown to him by the Lord of the Divine Realm.

However, if he loses his freedom, he will never be able to see Uncle Gu and Li Ya again in this life.

How long can Uncle Gu and Li Ya, who are not immortals or gods, live?

Zhang Bukui felt tormented and unable to make a decision.

at the same time.

Amidst the yellow sand, the Buddha Immortal was still observing Zhang Bukui's reaction. A strange and chilling smile appeared on his face as he muttered to himself, "Want to become an immortal? You dare to challenge me? How can I possess you without shattering your Dao heart..."

suddenly!

He felt a hand pressing down on his head, causing his eyes to widen. He was horrified to find that he could not move, and he could not even extend his divine sense.

At this moment, his senses failed him; he could not see what was happening above him, nor could he mobilize the magical power within his body.

"who……"

The Buddha, suppressing his fear, gritted his teeth and asked.

He could sense an extremely powerful causal force surrounding him, isolating him. Now, even if he roared at the top of his lungs, Zhang Bukui would not hear him or even see him.

Many guesses flashed through the Buddha Immortal's mind. The being that could suppress him so easily must be above the Innate Golden Immortal level.

There is no being above the Innate Golden Immortal level that he can afford to offend.

"Since you know he is the one who changes fate, why don't you think more about who changes fate for him?" A hoarse voice entered the Buddha Immortal's ears, causing the Buddha Immortal's head to tremble.

They came for Zhang Bukui!

How could this kid have such a powerful background?

The Buddha Immortal immediately said, "Senior, it was my fault. I was blind and could not foresee this cause and effect. I am willing to let him go."

"Just let him go?"

"I……"

"Pass on all your skills to him, but make sure he doesn't know I exist."

"no problem!"

The Buddha Immortal agreed without hesitation, feeling that if he uttered a single word of refusal, he would instantly vanish into nothingness.

(End of this chapter)