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Chapter 363 This humble monk, Tang Sanzang, begs all Buddhas to die! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
"Turn over? Hahahaha—"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang seemed to have heard a joke and burst into laughter, even laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Well said, but have you ever thought about helping all the billions of people in this world to turn their lives around?"

"Back then, you said that your journey to the west was to save all living beings from suffering, but you also personally laid down layers of calamities, allowing demons to run rampant and treating ordinary people as ants."

"Afterwards, you used Mahayana Buddhism to save millions of sentient beings, giving them hope in despair, telling them that everyone can become a Buddha, and from then on enjoy the world's incense offerings and be worshipped by the world. But secretly, you tried every means to bring them more suffering, just to gain more faith and spiritual essence!"

"Turning cause into effect, confusing people's minds... So hypocritical, so despicable, how are you any different from that Yellow Eyebrow?"

"You think you can make me turn back and join your evil ways? You're not worthy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Great Thunderclap Temple fell into a deathly silence. Even the expression on Tathagata's face turned slightly colder, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

"Obstinate!"

Amidst the murmuring, the Buddha's body shone with boundless light, manifesting as a colossal golden Buddha who raised his right hand and slowly brought it down.

In an instant, the terrifying palm strike solidified a space, and the moment the palm struck, Tang Sanzang was already trapped in this Buddhist kingdom within the palm, as if this palm strike contained the power to reverse cause and effect, making it impossible for him to escape no matter what.

A vivid picture unfolds in the palm of your hand, a Buddhist kingdom filled with the fragrance of incense and the sound of chanting. The most striking feature is the towering sacred mountain, where countless Buddhist disciples and novices sit in unison, reciting the contents of Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, creating an image of bliss without sorrow or suffering.

Meanwhile, the many Arhats and Dharma protectors around them also took action at the same time.

Boundless supernatural powers appeared, and the vast Buddhist light was like a sea, transforming into a cage. Golden light shot out to the four directions, intertwining like a net, and actually became a supreme formation, intending to combine with the supernatural powers of the Buddha Kingdom in the palm to completely trap it.

"Hahaha...Good timing!!"

Despite being in the Buddhist kingdom, Tang Sanzang remained calm. His bamboo hat shattered, and black light surged from his body, blocking the Buddhist chants from disturbing his mind.

At the same time, a dark shadow appeared behind him, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a towering dark demonic mountain.

Terrifying demonic energy soared into the sky, and a chilling wind swept through the world, accompanied by the wails of ghosts and wolves.

Immediately afterwards, on that dark demonic mountain, one after another, bloodied and mangled ghosts climbed up from the foot of the mountain, chanting Buddhist scriptures backwards, gathering thousands of demonic thoughts and resentments, and forcibly tore apart the great array formed by the Buddha Kingdom in his palm and all the Buddhas.

At the same time, Tang Sanzang transformed into a black light and shot out, hovering in mid-air above the Great Thunderclap Temple. His monk's robe had already been torn to shreds, revealing a pair of strong arms and a body full of bulging muscles, as if he could kill a bull with just a light punch.

The Bull Demon King's Bull!
He pointed to the black demonic mountain behind him and the countless vengeful spirits on it, and mocked, "Do you see this? This is the transformation of the billions of beings who have believed your nonsense over the past five hundred years. They suffered endless hardships in life and cannot find peace in death. Now they have gathered here because they want this humble monk to seek justice for them from you."

After saying this, Tang Sanzang leaped onto the black demon mountain. Demonic energy erupted from his back and condensed into a large black Buddha, which stood in stark contrast to the Buddha image in front of him.

Upon hearing a magnificent Buddhist chant, the Buddhas in the Great Thunderclap Temple manifested their Dharma bodies one after another. The first one held an ancient glass lamp, his face withered and emaciated, his expression full of suffering. He was none other than the ancient Buddha Dipankara.

The Buddhas Vairocana, Bhaisajyaguru, Amitabha, Ratnasambhava, Vajra, and others all appeared, along with Bodhisattvas of the Equal Enlightenment level such as Avalokiteshvara. The profound essence of Buddhism was revealed in an instant.

Looking around to the west, one sees figures radiating boundless Buddhist light surrounding the Buddha from all directions, displaying majesty, grandeur, and extraordinary majesty.

On the other hand, Tang Sanzang's side only had a lone black Buddha statue and countless evil spirits from the Demon Mountain below, making it clear who was the righteous and who was the villain.

"Have you collected them all? Very well, that suits me just as well!"

As Tang Sanzang gazed upon the sight of all the Buddhas gathered, his demonic energy surged even more violently. He roared to the heavens, "This humble monk, Tang Sanzang, today I invite all the Buddhas to their deaths!"

The Buddha calmly watched this scene, but the golden Buddha statue he manifested with his magical power began to move.

One finger points to the sky, one finger points to the earth, the sound of Buddha's voice shakes the void:

"I am the only one in heaven and under heaven."

The colossal black Buddha roared to the heavens, its demonic voice shaking the very fabric of the universe.

"Buddha is the greatest evil, I am hell—"

...Boom!

In the Eastern Heavenly Court, above the thirty-sixth heaven, thunder roared loudly.

Two streaks of light flashed continuously, and with each collision, surging energy raged through the void.

Both sides' speed and power exceeded the limits of the immortals and gods of this realm, making it hundreds of times more intense than the scene of Sun Wukong's havoc in the Heavenly Palace back then.

In an instant, countless earth, fire, water, and wind burst forth, and countless void rifts spread. Terrifying power was unleashed through the shockwaves, and even a casual aftershock could wipe out the palace and its buildings.

A mere graze is fatal, a single touch is deadly. Even a righteous god with profound cultivation would find it difficult to withstand the slightest impact of this level.

In an instant, all the heavenly soldiers and immortals in the Thirty-Six Heavens were in danger and scattered in all directions as if fleeing a disaster.

Of course, there are exceptions. Those powerful beings located in the other thirty-five heavens are not afraid of the aftershocks of this mere battle.

Strangely, they did not intervene to help the nominal supreme being of the Eastern Heaven suppress the demon monkey. Instead, they turned their attention to the Tushita Palace in the thirty-third heaven, their expressions inscrutable, as if they were thinking about something.

On the other side, seemingly sensing something, Wu Xian, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Jade Emperor, was slightly distracted and glanced westward.

However, in a battle between powerful beings, even a single moment is enough for the opponent to seize an opening.

Sure enough, the moment Wu Xian was distracted, the Nine-Layered Golden Palace descended, and the jade pillars that shone brightly throughout the Three Realms appeared out of thin air, smashing him down from the sky, piercing through him all the way down from the Thirty-Sixth Heaven to the Fifteenth Heaven.

But the next second, accompanied by a hearty laugh, a staff suddenly appeared, reaching for the sky.

With a deafening roar, the jade pillars that had been pressing down crumbled instantly, and then the iron rod pierced through the spatial barrier of the twenty-first heaven, flying towards the Jade Emperor!

The Jade Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly as he felt himself locked onto by a powerful aura, unable to dodge.

Then a seal rose from his hand, bursting forth with countless brilliant divine lights, shining like a sun across the heavens and the earth, and clashed fiercely with the black iron rod.

boom------! ! !
A clash of power, a contest of wills, a violent collision that turned heaven and earth upside down, yin and yang in disarray, earth, fire, water, and wind endlessly rotating, all the complex phenomena resembling the creation of the world.

The clouds shattered and dispersed, and the immortals and gods with extraordinary auras were unable to escape in time. They were swept up by the violent power, their bodies trembled immediately, and before they could even utter a sound, they had already died and vanished.

A figure dressed in imperial robes flew backwards; it was none other than the Jade Emperor.

His crown shattered, his black hair was disheveled, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, adding a touch of menace to his cold face.

With a flash of golden light, Wu Xian's figure flew up into the clouds, caught the golden cudgel that was also flying back, placed it on his shoulders, and then looked at the Jade Emperor with a half-smile, as if he was enjoying his current disheveled appearance.

"Ha! So this is what the Jade Emperor looks like when he's injured. He doesn't seem to be any different from an ordinary person."

As he said this, Wu Xian twisted his neck and twirled his stick as he walked forward.

"Warm-up time is over. Now I'm going to get serious. If this is all you've got, then the position of Lord of the Three Realms should be given to someone else!"

Upon hearing such treasonous words, the Jade Emperor's brows furrowed in indifference. He raised his left hand and made a gesture in the air, and a golden scroll, radiating light, appeared out of thin air, unfolding like a painting.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes, golden flames flickering within them, seeing through the illusion and staring directly at the true form of the golden list.

On the cover, the first three characters were not characters known in the world, but rather formed from Dao patterns, mysterious and obscure, flickering and uncertain. However, Wu Xian understood their meaning in an instant.

"Investiture of the Gods!"

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.

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