Covering the sky: Starting from the Golden Crow of the Holy Cliff

Chapter 189 Deep into the Bodhisattva Realm, Amitabha Buddha's Mount
The Bodhisattva Realm, also known as the 'Ancient Buddha Heaven,' is a world constructed by the ancient Buddhas through their spirits. Outsiders cannot enter it; only enlightened monks can travel there in their spirits.

The practice of the ancient monks is more complex, with various doctrines that are profound and vast, but it is very difficult to achieve anything, and it is very difficult to cultivate in certain specific realms.

It involves changes in doctrines and eight hundred different paths, each with different cultivation methods, most of which are deeply related to the realm of the soul!

Those with shallower relationships were the first to be affected, including Huanxi Chan!
Some ancient Buddhists believed that the union of Yin and Yang was the cause of the creation of all things in the universe, thus establishing the Tantric school of Buddhism!
In the early stages, this sect can quickly improve one's cultivation level through dual cultivation between men and women, but to reach a higher level, one still needs to 'awaken to the void' and meditate!

Only by controlling desires with desires can one understand righteousness and reach the highest realm where law and wisdom are integrated!
The practice of attaining a Buddhist rank is far from easy, and there are often ancient monks who pass away in meditation or seclusion!

The Bodhisattva Realm is a 'training ground' specifically set up by the ancient monks for spiritual enlightenment, among which the Nirvana of the Primordial Spirit is the most renowned.

This is a spiritual nirvana; to transcend oneself and become a bodhisattva, one must pass this test...

If one understands the Way and strengthens one's resolve, and transcends the Nirvana of the Primordial Spirit, then becoming a sage king is within reach, and the attainment of Buddhahood is already ahead.

From this perspective, An Miaoyi's ability to penetrate the Bodhisattva realm and attain enlightenment at the Saintly realm with her weak primordial spirit in the original timeline was indeed due to her affinity with Buddhism and her astonishing Zen roots...

With a loud "boom," divine light blazed brightly, turning the world into a golden expanse. A nine-leaf sword grass swayed, its sharp branches piercing the sky, as if opening a gate of laws!
The Bodhisattva realm is shrouded in mist and light, a hazy, mysterious, and profound place!

The sword flames that had vanished into nothingness resonated with the Bodhisattva realm. Yan Mingtian's head was bathed in chaotic energy, his eyes sharp, his black hair flowing freely. He stepped into this sacred land and entered.

Having completed the transaction with the outside world, he obtained a map marked with some information. Confident in his royal bones, he was completely fearless and stepped into the Bodhisattva realm.

As soon as Yan Ming entered, he felt a sense of holiness and peace. There were ancient monks and arhats sitting cross-legged on the rocky cliffs, and others walking in the deep mountains of ancient temples.

The various shadows were all blurry, carrying an air of vicissitude, while the chanting of Zen continued endlessly, drifting on and on!

Not far away, there is a Buddha's mark, surrounded by golden Zen light. The holy temple shines brightly, illuminating the entire world. It pierces the clouds and stands on the most majestic mountain. The aura of a great saint floats, majestic and sacred.

Yan Ming's arrival seemed out of place; behind him stood a towering golden sun, he neither chanted Buddhist prayers nor respected anything here.

He had a premonition that this place vaguely aligned with his own path, and might pave part of his future journey.

"Who dares to trespass upon this paradise and desecrate the realm of Bodhisattvas?"

"To not worship the Bodhisattvas and disrespect the ancient Buddhas? This is a path to certain death!"

Soon, two Arhat spirits cast their gazes at him, their expressions unwavering.

There are many golden souls here, imprints from thousands or tens of thousands of years ago. Among them, clear consciousness is rare. These two Arhats have clear minds and must have been saint-level ancient monks in their previous lives. Now they stand up, riding a dragon on the left and a tiger on the right, with solemn and dignified appearances, ready to expel heretics.

“Amitabha Buddha once said that all sentient beings possess Buddha-nature and can become Buddhas. I have now attained the Great Sun Path Fruit and am on par with the true Buddha. Two Arhats who do not bow to the Buddha have lost their true name.” Yan Ming said calmly. As he spoke, a vast power of Daoist thought soared into the sky, and boundless light spread, controlling the ten directions.

As two milky-white flames shot out, the Arhats Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger cried out and plummeted from the sky, their expressions solemn as they called upon the Great Sun True Buddha.

"Amitabha!"

A more majestic voice came from behind, and a powerful pressure descended. The Buddha statue radiated Zen light, and white lotuses covered the sky, as if it wanted to debate with the false Buddha.

Yan Ming didn't speak, but directly unleashed the Great Sun Tathagata Heaven-Sweeping Palm. This was his own 'scripture' and 'method', combining the Heaven-Sweeping Immortal-Burning Technique and the Undying Scripture, creating his own lineage to convert the Buddha's mark.

The result was predictable: how could a Buddha's mark from tens of thousands of years ago be a match for Yan Ming?

In an instant, the Buddha was defeated and refined by Yan Ming, becoming one of the imprints of the fifteenth life palace.

"Who is this person who has actually refined the True Buddha's Mark?" Several powerful soul entities swept over at the same time, causing many ancient monks to tremble and immediately call upon powerful figures to suppress the evil spirit.

"puff!"

Yan Ming had already matched another ancient monk's mark, and his large hand struck down. Even though it was a true Buddha from ten thousand years ago, protected by the power of faith and possessing a profound realm, he still couldn't withstand it. He was immediately illuminated by the golden light and rushed into that golden celestial realm while chanting "Boundless Light".

"Boom!"

Although Yan Ming did not go on a killing spree, the illusory golden mountain still shattered into pieces when he rushed through it, and the entire domain almost collapsed.

He used his ancient divine powers to capture Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and ancient Buddhas one by one, intending to refine them into his followers and forge them into the Fifteen Devas…

At the same time, news spread from within Mount Sumeru that the Bodhisattva realm was unstable and difficult to open, which surprised many monks.

"Do we really have to do this? We would be letting down the wise men of the past!"

Within the Bodhisattva realm, Maha, wielding a purple-gold vajra, gazed with a sorrowful expression at the sounds of fierce battle in the distance. Above a renowned ancient Buddhist cave, a figure appeared, its golden crow claws reaching out with overwhelming force, grabbing the strongest being there.

“That is, the ancient Rakshasa Buddha Mother…” one of Moke’s disciples whispered, not daring to look. She was the Lord of Mount Sumeru from 60,000 years ago. Although she did not become a sage, it was said that her cultivation was extremely terrifying, and she had already taken half a step into the realm of enlightenment.

But today, someone snatched her from the lotus platform, knocked off her robes and skirts, and refined her primordial spirit, causing a tragedy in Buddhism.

Mokha grew increasingly distressed and couldn't help but want to activate the Vajra Pestle to stop this atrocity.

“These are all necessary costs!” His other disciple reached out to stop him, but the red-robed monk said firmly, “It is better for those who came before us to cry than for us to cry now. If we anger that demon god, I fear our Western Desert foundation will be reduced to ashes.”

"But when his soul returns to the earth in peace, how should we face our ancestors?"

"When I pass away, I will be reborn in Avici Hell to atone for the sins of all the Buddhas of the past... Everything is my doing, and has nothing to do with the Buddhas of the past." The monk replied, his face shining with the light of dedication.

The calamity in the Bodhisattva realm is still ongoing. As the aura of a quasi-emperor spreads, Yan Ming has truly encountered an adversary. A sage from the Buddhist sect has appeared and launched an attack to completely suppress the demon shell.

The golden sacred mountain manifested, and a supreme sage radiated boundless celestial flames. His eyes were as red as blood, and his Vajra body was extremely powerful and holy. He was none other than an ancient quasi-emperor from the era of Amitabha Buddha.

"Heretics should be punished!"

"It's the Fearless Lion! Well done! I'll see how this ferocious beast that's fighting against Amitabha Buddha compares to you!" Yan Ming formed a hand seal, and in his palm, a piece of royal bone glowed. A dark thunder dragon flew up, transforming into a streak of black light that shattered the primordial spirit realm, and fought against the Fearless Lion.

The two engaged in a fierce battle. Yan Ming activated the Three Emperor Bones, unleashing the Thunder Dragon, Black Phoenix, and Flame God, their imperial aura overwhelming the heavens and earth.

This battle was extremely bloody. No one expected that the progenitor of the Buddhist Lion still possessed a true spirit. This was an absolutely supreme being, having survived for over two hundred thousand years. He was no ordinary strongman; in his lifetime, he was undoubtedly a supreme quasi-emperor at the seventh or eighth level of the Heavenly Realm.

Fortunately, it is now only a wisp of soul imprint, and its strength is far less than when it was alive. Although it far surpasses the Great Sage, it still cannot display the full power of a Quasi-Emperor.

Time can heal all wounds!
Even the supreme beings of antiquity could not withstand the passage of time, let alone a fearless lion!
"You dare fight me fairly? Without using any external weapons?" the lion demon roared, already revealing its true form and locked in fierce combat with the golden sun crow.

He felt frustrated and truly unwilling. His past strength was gone, and he wanted to suppress others with his higher cultivation level, but he was hindered by several Great Perfection Saint Spirit Soul Bones, which made him furious.

"I suppressed you to the Great Sage Realm, isn't that fair?" Yan Ming retorted, summoning the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda, which smashed the lion demon to the ground, its body radiating a large amount of golden light.

The fearless lion once accompanied Amitabha Buddha throughout the universe, witnessing all sorts of grand scenes. But today, it too has met its demise, as future generations have attacked it, causing it immense suffering.

It's true that he has a high level of cultivation, but he couldn't withstand the powerful weapon his opponent possessed. The opponent immediately smashed the Western Emperor Pagoda down on him, leaving him completely helpless.

The lion demon was in pain, but Yan Ming was trembling with fear as he fought. The Imperial Fire Spirit Bloodline within him was activated, and he unleashed the Golden Crow's Cry, which shook the ages and completely subdued Amitabha Buddha's mount.

With the help of the Western Emperor Tower, the outcome of this battle was without any suspense, and the Fearless Lion was captured and taken to the Celestial Realm.

The only saving grace was that he was not refined and retained a portion of his true spirit.

Yan Ming had some respect for the Emperor, so he naturally wouldn't use it as a mount.

When Mount Sumeru learned of this, it caused a great upheaval.

"Why is the Fearless Sage still in the designated area?" Moke asked, his face grim. Logically, this situation shouldn't exist.

The transaction between the two parties does not include the Mark of the Wise!

There aren't even many true Buddha marks, no more than ten. Now that the Fearless Lion has been lost, it's a huge loss, and we absolutely cannot sit idly by.

The ancient monks in charge of the specific matters looked at each other, knowing the reason, but no one dared to speak, as it involved a scandal on Mount Sumeru.

Since the resurgence of the mark, the fearless lion has occasionally devoured strange creatures such as celestial dragons.

Yesterday, he left behind his Dharma image, while his true form vanished into the ceded territory, coveting a certain Golden Roc Arhat…

After understanding the whole story, the Great Buddha Moke remained silent and did not pursue the matter further.

Even during the Buddha's reign, that lion ran rampant and repeatedly caused great trouble. The Buddha could not bear to kill it and punished it many times, but could only barely suppress it.

In a corner of the outer realm, Yan Ming activated the fifteen heavens, his primordial spirit shone brightly, and the five elements in his chest surged and billowed, the primordial energy almost liquefying.

He gained a lot from this experience in the Bodhisattva Realm, especially from suppressing a Quasi-Emperor, which gave him some insights. He is currently in seclusion, and the Great Sage Realm is within reach...

(End of this chapter)