This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 530 Demon Realm Heavenly Court, Great Freedom Heaven

The Heavenly Court has four major gates: east, south, west, and north. To find the office of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor in Heaven, one must go through the Eastern Heavenly Gate.

Qinghua Changle Realm, Dongji Miaoyan Palace.

The palaces, pavilions, and corridors are interconnected, with an exquisite layout and a wide view. Layers of colorful clouds, rising purple mist, and surrounding red glow create a magnificent and ever-changing scene, exuding a sacred and solemn atmosphere, as beautiful as a brocade painting.

In short, the light of the righteous path shone upon the main hall.

Sun Wukong introduced himself and explained his purpose. A fairy dressed in colorful robes led the way and took him to the Emperor's office.

I had imagined that this celestial being would sit high on a nine-colored lotus platform, standing amidst billions of auspicious lights, but it turned out to be just an ordinary office with no divine light or special effects whatsoever.

The office is quite spacious, with a sofa and coffee table set in the middle. Three potted plants are placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window: a money tree, a money tree, and a dragon fruit tree, with the main theme of harmony bringing wealth.

The largest object in the office is the desk. Not only can two secretaries lie comfortably on the desk, but if someone suddenly barges in, two more secretaries can hide under the desk.

Behind the desk was a wall of cabinets of unclear purpose; it could be a wardrobe or a filing cabinet. Usually, these cabinets had hidden doors. Pushing them open revealed another office for the night shift, complete with a bed and a private bathroom—perfect for working late into the night studying a foreign language.

Sun Wukong had seen offices with similar decor at the Zhenwu Emperor's office. Coincidentally, the Zhenwu Emperor's desk had two secretaries with silk stockings, one black and one white, and the Dongji Qinghua Emperor's desk also had the same kind of secretary.

Not only are they both black and white, but their figures and appearances are also exactly the same.

What's going on? Two emperors sharing two secretaries?
Are they so close they're practically identical?
Sun Wukong looked over in complete bewilderment and saw the pale-faced holy monk sitting in the boss's chair. The monkey was utterly dumbfounded.

The two emperors were indeed very close; they not only shared a secretary but also shared the same face.

What a coincidence!
Sun Wukong blinked. Don't be fooled by his past cleverness; that was before. Ever since he suffered a concussion from being crushed by the Five Finger Mountain and missed the golden window for treatment, which dragged on for five hundred years, his monkey brain has been deteriorating day by day.

He's stupid; he can't understand this pretty boy in front of him.

"What? Back when you were an official in the Heavenly Court, no one told you that the True Martial Emperor was the Eastern Azure Flower Emperor and the Gouchen Upper Palace Heavenly Emperor?" Xiang Yuan leaned back in his office chair and patted his leg.

His own leg.

After the photoshoot, the two secretaries who had sprouted from the desks were transplanted onto the boss's legs.

I don't mean anything by it, I just feel that Bai Ze and Guan Yan have it pretty tough. They work like cattle and horses without ever having to be fed, and they are constantly being harassed by the legitimate wives who come to check on them. So when there are outsiders around, I will give them some perks.

It's just being harassed by the ladies, no big deal. Don't worry, the boss cares about you all and never hides anything from anyone!
It's only natural for a boss to make grand promises to his employees; he has the obligation and responsibility to do so, and there's nothing shameful about it.

Sun Wukong recalled that someone had once said that because Taibai Xingjun was a young and inexperienced man, he was unreliable in his words and deeds. He ignored this and didn't take it to heart.

It's actually true!
Your Majesty, you hold multiple positions, you also have to go on a pilgrimage, and you also have to visit other people's homes to be asked for scriptures. Are you able to manage all of this?

Xiang Yuan said he could manage, and his secretary would handle the work. The two secretaries said they couldn't manage, working non-stop in three offices, and they also had to deal with the boss's wife's sarcastic remarks. The boss hadn't even had a chance to relax yet, and they were already exhausted.

Seeing the monkey feigning ignorance, acting as if he wasn't very smart, Xiang Yuan nodded secretly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and the aura of the Demon-Summoning Banner vanished in an instant.

Snapped!
Sun Wukong's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground without even a moment to feel alarmed. His mouth moved on its own: "Heavenly Venerable, you may not know, but I served as an official in the Heavenly Court five hundred years ago. Recently, I converted to Buddhism and took a virtuous and holy monk as my master..."

"Stop for a moment."

Xiang Yuan raised his hand to interrupt, and complained, "A holy monk is fine, but morality is unnecessary. A holy monk is not worthy."

As for morality, ever since he encountered Lao Tzu, he no longer considers it a positive term.

"So that the merciful and compassionate Heavenly Emperor may know, I have taken the holy monk and sage as my master, and with his protection, I was fortunate enough to accompany him to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures. Just as I was about to complete my mission, in the territory of India, I encountered a nine-headed demon who called himself the Nine-Headed Primordial Saint, possessing great supernatural powers. I fought with him, but was utterly defeated in one move. Therefore, I have come to beg the Heavenly Emperor to save me from this predicament and subdue him with a little skill," Sun Wukong said honestly.

He's always been like this; he's been straightforward since he was a child, doesn't understand social etiquette, and can't keep things to himself—he says whatever comes to mind.

"So it is my mount, Jiuying. He is blessed by my divine power, and his abilities are comparable to the Three Sages above and reach the Nine Springs below. Although you have the empty title of Great Sage Equaling Heaven, you will hardly be able to contend with him if you really face him."

One person achieves the Tao and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven!
Moreover, this Dao is the Dao of Heaven. As Xiang Yuan's mount, whether Jiu Ying has a divine position is no longer important. In the realm of mounts, he is undoubtedly the strongest in the Three Realms.

Unless the Three Pure Ones give their mounts a cheat code.

Of course, this applies to the three realms of Qianyuan Realm and the many lower realms belonging to Qianyuan Realm. Once outside the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Dao of Qianyuan Realm and out of their comfort zone, Jiuying will be reduced to its original form.

Xiang Yuan's two secretaries were no exception; they were closely tied to their boss, and within the three realms, they were nuclear-powered oxen and horses, far more capable and shrewd than any other oxen and horses.

"We hope that the Heavenly Emperor will show great mercy."

"It's not that bad. Jiuying is my mount. Regardless of who is right or wrong, it's his fault for delaying the journey to the West. So I'll accompany you down to the mortal realm."

Xiang Yuan patted his behind, leaving behind two secretaries who were so busy they barely had time to breathe, and followed Sun Wukong out of the Eastern Heavenly Gate to the mortal realm.

……

Bamboo Mountain.

Nine-Bend Winding Cave.

"Holy Monk, please accept our ninety-third bow!"

Inside the spacious cave, led by the Nine-Headed Lion, and accompanied by other great demons such as the Yellow Lion, the Monkey Lion, and the Snow Lion, a large number of lesser demons lined up in an orderly queue, bowing and kowtowing nine times. They had already reached the ninety-third round of bowing.

Directly in front, nine layers of stone steps rise higher and higher, and the holy monk sits on a golden throne adorned with jade and jewels.

The atmosphere instantly became more solemn with those nine steps and the supreme throne.

In a deserted corner, Pigsy, Sandy, and the sleeping Monkey King were haphazardly tied with thin ropes, as if afraid that if the ropes were tightened too much, they wouldn't be able to escape.

Anyone can run, except for the white dragon horse.

The white dragon horse was bound upside down from a beam by its four hooves, a heavy weight around its neck causing it to roll its eyes and foam at the mouth. Three or five lesser demons, acting on the orders of the Nine-Headed Lion, were whipping the white dragon horse with thorny vines or willow sticks.

It's a real fight!

The rattan cane was genuine, not a sex toy, and it was covered in chili water, which made the already dying white dragon horse even worse... no, it suddenly warmed up.

This puzzled Pigsy and Sandy. Why was the Nine-Headed Lion King targeting the White Dragon? They were not on the same level, so how could the White Dragon King offend the Nine-Headed Lion King?

Furthermore, the two of them advised Nine-Headed Lion to stop now, otherwise Little White Dragon would really be whipped to death.

Nine-Headed Lion, you don't want the Holy Monk to have no one to ride because you killed the White Dragon Horse with your own hands, and have to ride you to finish the last leg of the journey, do you?
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"Grandpa, another Sun Wukong has arrived outside, and he needs your..."

"Let him go!"

Nine-Headed Lion turned around angrily. He only needed two more to complete the ninety-nine prostrations of loyalty. Even if the Heavenly King himself came today, he would still finish the prostrations.

Uh, "Heavenly King Laozi" is just a metaphor, using exaggerated rhetoric to describe his unwavering loyalty, not a literal reference to the Heavenly King Laozi.

"No, Grandfather, a deity has come from outside, and he looks exactly like the Holy Monk!"

"Ah this..."

Nine-Headed Lion was greatly alarmed. He glanced at the holy monk on the throne, then at the entrance of the cave, wanting to get up to greet him, but unsure whether he should.

The master has split into two, what should be done?

boom!boom!
Nine-Headed Lion completed the last two bows at top speed, then waved his hand and said, "What kind of immortal is this? What kind of holy monk is this? You all come forward with me. Today I will meet this immortal and see what boundless magical power, divine might, virtue that matches heaven and earth, and unparalleled throughout history he possesses..."

The long string of adjectives left the lesser demons swaying unsteadily, while the leaders of the great demons, such as the Yellow Lion and the Monkey Lion, standing in the front row were utterly speechless.

At this critical juncture, anyone with eyes can see that the powerful ancestor they admire is actually just a nobody.

Furthermore, with such a large formation deployed, Grandfather is bound to suffer a crushing defeat later.

The demons followed him out of the cave, dejected. They thought that the Nine-Headed Lion Saint would lose badly and be defeated by the immortal in one move. However, that was not the case. When the majestic ancestor saw the immortal in the sky, he cried out, "I am dead!" and immediately revealed his true form, prostrating himself on the ground and trembling.

"Master, spare me! Master, spare me! I'll never dare to do it again..."

One second they were arrogant, the next they were humble, using their own weakness and pitifulness to highlight the lofty figure of this deity.

The atmosphere is even more loyal than it was during the Golden Throne incident!

The demons looked at each other, then wisely knelt down on the ground.

“Monkey, this fiend has been subdued. You can now ensure that the holy monk can continue his pilgrimage.”

Xiang Yuan waved his hand, summoning Jiuying, who had revealed its true form, and rode his mount towards the Eastern Heavenly Gate.

As the number one mount, Jiuying is usually carried empty-handed, and the number of times it is ridden can be counted on one hand. When it is rare for its master to ride it, it puts in a lot of effort.

With its four claws outstretched and nine heads spewing out auspicious light and colorful clouds, surrounded by layers of rosy clouds and mist, Sun Wukong was extremely envious.

No wonder the Bull Demon King insisted on having a mount; it was indeed impressive and majestic. When he becomes the Victorious Fighting Buddha, he will also want to have a mount.

What should I ride?
After pondering for a while, Sun Wukong finally decided to ride the lotus platform.

Having a formal position, one should be even more discreet.

Sun Wukong did not make things difficult for the demons on Bamboo Mountain. Not only had these demons been trained by the Nine-Headed Lion to obey the law and their crimes did not warrant death, but he also had to let them go out of respect for the Heavenly Emperor of Gouchen Palace, the Great Emperor of the Eastern Pole Azure Flower, and the Great Emperor of True Martial.

After welcoming the holy monk back, they headed directly west.

Sun Wukong was right. Not long after the pilgrimage group left, Jiuying transformed into the Nine-Headed Lion and returned to the Nine-Bend Cave on Bamboo Mountain.

……

After leaving Yuhua Prefecture, the pilgrimage group continued their westward journey. Passing through Jinping Prefecture, the holy monk casually picked up three unwanted rhinoceros horns.

The deceased was in a stable mood and did not answer questions. There was nothing wrong with the unclaimed item.

After the white dragon horse recovered, the pilgrimage group arrived at the capital of the Kingdom of Tianzhu, just in time for the princess to throw an embroidered ball to choose a husband, which happened to land in the arms of the holy monk.

We don't know why throwing embroidered balls is popular in India, nor do we know where the princess got such strength, as if she had a magnified scope, hitting the holy monk precisely from four streets away. We also don't know why the holy monk, with his abilities, couldn't dodge the ball, and we certainly don't know why the three loyal brothers, Sun Wukong and Sun Wukong, turned a blind eye and watched as the palace officials arrived and the holy monk was escorted away in a grand sedan chair.

All that is known is that the princess in the embroidered tower had a flowing dress that trailed on the ground, and her face was lightly covered with a layer of silver moon veil as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing her exquisite features.

With a straight and elegant nose, lips as red as cinnabar, and gauze fluttering in the wind, creating a play of light and shadow, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

However, there was a seductive charm between her brows. Rather than being a fairy descending from the moon, she was more like a bewitching enchantress who could bring ruin to a country. With just a slight upturn of her lips and a half-smile, she could bewitch people.

In short, the holy monk was abducted into the palace, and before he could even open his eyes again, the princess was already in a daze.

It's done!
They are easily defeated; the only option left is to be with Xiang Yuan, the best Zen'er in the world.

Of the six fusion materials for the Six Goddesses, Su Ran Sword Venerable Le Ziren and Chan'er are always there wherever her husband is. No one else will make a cameo appearance in the Journey to the West filming studio, but these two will never be absent no matter what.

With Mount Ling just ahead and the final stop approaching, Xiang Yuan, having not seen Chan'er, guessed that she must have taken the script of the Jade Rabbit Spirit.

It's not hard to guess that the enchantress calls herself the first wife, and the first wife should be the last to appear.

Arriving early is useless; staying for a short while is merely a fleeting encounter, a prelude. Only the one standing at the finish line is the ultimate winner.

That's what Chan'er thought, and that's what she did. Except for the weakling, everything went perfectly according to plan.

Xiang Yuan acquired the most beautiful demoness in the world, and the stunningly beautiful Jinse, whose six incarnations were forced to perform. He was so happy that he forgot about the scriptures. He sent one of his clones away, while his true self stayed behind to be intimate with Chan'er. He showered her with sweet words, and soon the demoness, who could bewitch all living beings, was completely captivated.

This pretty boy has a special attack against Chan'er and has maintained a perfect record of victory so far, without a single defeat.

After passing India, ahead lies the foot of Mount Ling, the place where Buddha makes his fortune. Xiang Yuan still has the important task of subduing the demoness, so he won't join in the fun.

First, he accompanied Chan'er on a sightseeing tour of India, and then led her back to Taiji Mengyi Heaven. There, he encountered the eldest wife, Zhen Da, who had not participated in the entire event. He was impressed by her composure, as she was indeed a top student in the Zhaowang Mansion.

Of the six combined materials, only Xiao Lingyue did not participate.

The eldest sister is like this: when the younger sisters are laughing and playing, she doesn't join in the fun, because she'll always get her share anyway.

Not only will it not be less, but because Xiang Yuan feels indebted, he will make up for it with an extra portion.

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Xiang Yuan no longer cared about what happened after his journey to the west, and his true form never appeared again. He then devoted himself to cultivating the Heavenly Dao in seclusion.

After merging with the Celestial Realm, the makeshift organization of the Qianyuan Realm has taken shape. It's neither too big nor too small, barely reaching the threshold of going public. How to grow bigger and stronger and thrive is the question Xiang Yuan should be considering most.

By searching for and capturing those in the lower realms and bringing them under the rule of the Qianyuan Realm, little by little, a qualitative change will be achieved through quantitative accumulation, making the map and order of the Qianyuan Realm closer to reality.

There's no need for Xiang Yuan to worry about this; Heaven will take action on its own, and the Jade Emperor will simply be responsible for opening the path to ascension.

This is a small matter; the broken sampan can handle it.

But now, where is there any lower realm left? They've all been forcibly conscripted by other heavenly courts. Xiang Yuan thinks it's too slow, and even the Heavenly Dao thinks it's too slow. If Qianyuan Realm wants to go public as soon as possible, it has no choice but to crush its competitors head-on and merge similar entities.

It's not easy for the Great Luo Heavens to border each other. Those pseudo-emperors outside are all very stable, like turtles that don't move an inch, and few of them take the initiative to attack.

Just like the first wife in Xiang Yuan's family, if you don't fight, you won't lose.

Xiang Yuan was completely lost. Nothing worked, nothing worked. He could only honestly repair the Heavenly Dao, evolve new laws of heaven and earth in his small world, and feed them back to the Qianyuan Realm. He would then adjust and gradually improve the order of the three realms of the Qianyuan Realm based on the existing foundation.

One's own cultivation cannot be neglected. Even if one cannot devour the heavens and the earth, one must continuously evolve the laws of the heavens and perfect the small world within one's body.

Because of the false destiny bestowed upon him, Xiang Yuan can now merge with the origin of the Heavenly Dao. It doesn't matter if he was born poorly; the Heavenly Dao will turn a blind eye. He is the undisputed Heavenly Emperor.

It's not allowed in principle, but it's feasible!
Reporting it won't help. Tiandao just thinks Xiang Yuan is useful, especially compared to that stinky salted fish. Tiandao really cherishes Xiang Yuan.

This has significantly diminished the strategic importance of Su Ran Sword Venerable. From being the key figure in their dual cultivation, where she spearheaded the deduction of the small world, she has now been relegated to the sidelines and relegated to a supporting role, only able to contribute tactically.

Even a mosquito is still meat, and something is better than nothing. Xiang Yuan would visit Jianxinzhai from time to time to help him accelerate the improvement of his small world.

Because of the humanoid medicine, the Su Ran Sword Venerable brand accelerator could not be used continuously, and the intermittent use was very unpleasant, which made Xiang Yuan think of changing the track.

If—and I mean if—were to fuse six monster cards and summon the Six Paths Goddess for dual cultivation, wouldn't the cultivation efficiency increase?

Besides, the Queen Mother of the West is locked up in the dark room anyway, and since they are already engaged, it's not unreasonable to ask her for help in dual cultivation and progress together, right?

Master, I beg you to help me cultivate!
As for the Queen Mother of the West, Xiang Yuan only thought about it. He couldn't have both the Six Paths Goddess and the Queen Mother of the West. The grudges between the two of them were several levels more intense than those between Xiao Lingyue and Chan'er, or Bai Wuyan and Su Ran Sword Venerable.

Faced with a choice between the two, Xiang Yuan chose the Six Paths Goddess without hesitation.

It's not because the Six Goddesses can split into six, but because the six combined are the Six Goddesses. These six women, some good and some bad, hold a much higher place in Xiang Yuan's heart than the Queen Mother of the West.

Xiang Yuan was completely baffled as to how to bring the Six Goddesses to the world. He tried to put them together to play two games of Dou Dizhu (a card game), and he would be the referee. He was met with six identical eye-rolls.

Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Dream on! No way! x6
Xiang Yuan thought they were overthinking things; their integration was genuine and without any ulterior motives. Because of their terrible reputation, no one would believe his excuses, so he had to put this immature idea aside for now.

……

Daluo Heaven.

Xiang Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the void, frowned slightly, waking up from his meditation. He raised his hand to look at the jade pendant that was pulsating in his palm and asked in surprise, "I can actually travel through time. Where is the other side? Is it the Heavenly Court of the Upper Realm?"

Since the inner and outer worlds of the Desolate Ancient Realm merged, and Xiang Yuan underwent tribulation, he embarked on the path of divinity. The path of immortality had nothing to do with him anymore. The realms of True Immortal, Celestial Immortal, Golden Immortal, etc., were at most used as reference points, as they were fundamentally different.

With his current strength, if the Yama Gate were to open again, he could only correspond to the Upper Realm.

"Very well, I was just looking for someone to guide me, so taking back this glorious and arduous role isn't a bad thing..."

Xiang Yuan nodded secretly, just in case, and prepared to form a group to run the dungeon together.

Ideally, you should bring all six of them together. In crucial moments, the six of them can work together as one, allowing you to both rely on powerful allies and live off others. Wouldn't it be wonderful to dominate the battlefield?

The six-winged angel, Meizhi, pondered this as she peered at her own wings.

The results were not good. He had been studying and practicing diligently lately, and he had been practicing dual cultivation too much. Five of them were done through proper channels, one was taken orally, and all six wings were forced into seclusion by him.

Beside him, the Heavenly Dao urged Xiang Yuan not to back down, to show the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor, and that he would win!
"Hey, don't talk nonsense!"

Xiang Yuan voiced his dissatisfaction, saying things like "we will win" and "there's nothing to be afraid of anymore," which sounded like a complete collapse.

This is too dangerous; even the Heavenly Emperor wouldn't set such a flag!
The Three Pure Ones are more like it.

That being said, Xiang Yuan felt that what Heaven said did make some sense. He was now incredibly strong, and he could easily achieve feats like causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace and killing the Heavenly Emperor by storming into any part of the Heavenly Court alone.

There really wasn't anything like that.

Xiang Yuan pondered for a moment, then looked up at the misty Taiji sky, his gaze sweeping down to see the Queen Mother of the West standing atop the Western Kunlun Mountains.

I couldn't see the feet.

After a moment, Xiang Yuan withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and declined the idea of ​​teaming up with him.

Firstly, they don't trust each other, and secondly, they can't beat them.

Because Laozi spoke up, no matter how powerful the Queen Mother of the West was, she would be subject to Xiang Yuan's control. Since Xiang Yuan did not allow her to leave West Kunlun, she had to obediently stay in the dark room.

Once outside the Qianyuan Realm, it's hard to say who will behave properly; what if the Queen Mother of the West breaks free of control...?

Thinking about how he had punched the Queen Mother of the West seven times and delivered a headbutt, disfiguring her dignified and beautiful face, Xiang Yuan shook his head.

Don't judge others by your own standards. Xiang Yuan has known the Queen Mother of the West for some time and knows that she is petty and will definitely retaliate tenfold if she is released.

Laozi said that if Qianyuan Realm wants to turn the illusory into the real, the power of the Queen Mother of the West to suppress all things is indispensable. Sooner or later, Xiang Yuan will release her and then, against his conscience, become one with her as husband and wife, embracing her and pretending to be affectionate.

That's a matter for the future. Xiang Yuan could foresee that there would be another great battle between him and the Queen Mother of the West. The Queen Mother of the West was high above and arrogant, and the only way to make her submit and obey without causing trouble was to beat her to her knees with absolute power and then threaten her with words like "take her back and make her a Star Wrath Force".

Only in this way can this high and mighty queen be kept in check.

Xiang Yuan doesn't have that kind of power right now, so he can't possibly let Xi Wangmu go and cause himself trouble.

We're better off without this teammate!

"I'll have to do it myself..."

Xiang Yuan raised an eyebrow. He would take the lead himself. There would be more trouble and more problems if there were more people. He would set off lightly. Whether it was in the name of his father, having drifted for half his life, or as a great man living between heaven and earth, how could he remain subservient to others for long, he could switch between these two paths with ease.

"Speaking of which, with my current equipment, can I still be an undercover agent?"

Xiang Yuan complained about himself, saying that he had a Heavenly Emperor-level setup, and even if he dared to drift aimlessly for half his life, the other side wouldn't dare to accept it!
The gate to the underworld opened, and I stepped inside.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Boom! !

The night was as dark as ink, yet there was no starlight or moonlight.
The sky was dark and heavy, with only crimson lightning flashing across it!
Crimson lightning streaked across the sky, like the roar of gods and demons, surging and howling among the dark clouds, tearing through the void and illuminating a terrifying thirty-six heavens.

The entire Thirty-Six Heavens was eroded by dense demonic energy, and ominous blood light emanated from the rolling black clouds.

The figures of demons appeared and disappeared in the depths of the clouds, exuding a murderous aura and demonic power that chilled people to the bone.

Black flames engulfed the golden palaces and jade halls, demonic shadows coiled around the dragon pillars, palace gates opened and closed, and thousands of demonic soldiers marched in formation, banners fluttered, and purple mist and red smoke billowed out.

Fragments of Mount Ling hang in the air, the broken golden bodies of the Buddhas are shrouded in darkness, above is a churning sea of ​​blood, below is an endless abyss.

The celestial palaces and jade palaces are no longer serene, and the Buddhist paradise is no longer solemn...

This is the Heavenly Court of the Demon Realm!
This realm—the Great Free Heaven!

(End of this chapter)