Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 363 373 The Upside-Down Pagoda, Descending to Tushita Heaven
Qizhou.

The strong smell of blood lingered in the air, almost so strong that it could be seen with the eyes.

The vast camp was deathly silent. The banners fluttering in the air were decorated with dragons and phoenixes. These were specially bestowed by Emperor Yelü Yi and his wife on the Grand Preceptor Sakya, reflecting their high regard for him.

Besides the dragon and phoenix flags, there was also a falcon flag that was particularly eye-catching.

The Liao people lived a nomadic life, enjoyed hunting, and especially loved taming birds of prey, considering them a symbol of bravery.

The gyrfalcon inhabits the coast of the East China Sea. Its white body is covered with bluish-black stripes, hence it is also known as the sea gyrfalcon.

The gyrfalcon flag on this central command tent depicts a gyrfalcon swooping down on a wild goose.

Upon closer inspection, the falcon and wild goose depicted on the flag appear to still be moving.
call out!
With a flash of light, Saga's figure suddenly broke free from the banner.

His entire body was covered in blood, and the flesh and bones of the Arhat's golden body were exposed from his chest to his lower abdomen, which showed how terrible his injuries were.

"Are they gone?" Saga seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but as he looked around the desolate and blood-soaked camp, hatred and ferocity reappeared on his face.

"Zhu Quanzhong, you actually risked using a living person's blood sacrifice to improve your cultivation level! You're so ruthless!"

"Thirty thousand troops! How am I supposed to explain this to His Majesty?!"

Half an hour ago, Saga was in the camp discussing countermeasures with his generals and planning an attack on Qingzhou.

The previous attack on Yanzhou was not entirely aimed at Daliang, but also at Qin and Li Yisheng.

Now that Hebei Province has been completely annexed by the Liao Dynasty, Yelü Yi naturally wants to get a bigger share of the profits in Henan Province, especially in the seven prefectures of Donghai, where the salt industry is thriving and extremely profitable.

If we can take them all, we can not only obtain a large amount of tax revenue, but also take advantage of the sea and land routes and the communication with the feudal lords of Wu and Yue. At that time, we might even be able to form alliances and surround the Qin Dynasty.

Unfortunately, the Qin side's attitude was very tough. Rather than saying that Saga was forced away by Yang Shihou's counterattack, it would be more accurate to say that he took the initiative to retreat because he saw that Li Siyuan was showing signs of cooperating with Yang Shihou.

Since heading south is impossible, heading east is the same.

Now, the Liao Kingdom occupies Hebei, Mobei, and Liaodong, and has become quite powerful. If we have to say what it lacks compared to the Great Qin, it is that it lacks a primordial spiritual treasure.

While a secret realm isn't essential for a faction to cultivate powerful individuals, your lack of one puts you at a disadvantage compared to others.

Whether it's the resources from secret realms, the assistance in gathering spiritual energy for cultivation, or the preservation of martial arts traditions, the difference between having them and not having them is significant.

Therefore, ever since the Great Liang suffered repeated defeats, Yelü Yi had been keeping a close eye on Zhu Quanzhong's movements.

The gathering of carriages and horses in Qingzhou could not be kept from him.

However, as the ruler of a country, Yelü Yi first had to be mindful of Li Yisheng's existence, since the other party was also a grandmaster who possessed spiritual treasures.

If they were to show themselves rashly, Zhu Quanzhong might get wind of it and run away, which could lead to a misunderstanding with Li Yisheng.

That's why he didn't lead the army in person, but instead sent Sakya as the vanguard to probe the enemy little by little.

Of course, to ensure the safety of the other party, he also specially left his divine weapon, the "Falling Goose Flag," in the military camp.

According to Yelü Yi's plan, with his own divine soldiers, Saga only needed to hold out for a short while before he could come to his aid.

However, he overestimated himself and underestimated Zhu Quanzhong.

The latter used the magical artifact to sneak into the military camp without the divine soldiers giving any warning.

By the time Sakya realized something was wrong, it was only enough time to save his own life.

Under the protection of the divine soldiers, he witnessed Zhu Quanzhong unleash the seemingly heaven-devouring bag, turning tens of thousands of soldiers into minced meat and blood, pulverizing them in the millstone of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Zhu Quanzhong, however, remained indifferent and calmly swallowed the refined essence and soul.

The horrifying sight was unforgettable for a lifetime once witnessed.

Moreover, after absorbing the essence of the blood sacrifice, the opponent's aura clearly increased, most likely because he broke through a certain threshold.

Seeing this, Sakya naturally dared not go out, and could only watch helplessly as those kida warriors were smashed to pieces and their souls scattered.

He had a premonition that Zhu Quanzhong had likely discovered him as well, but probably because he was wary of Yelü Yi, he left as soon as the camp was empty.

However, Saga dared not reveal himself immediately, nor did he dare to use any means to summon Yelü Yi—he could transmit messages with the help of divine weapons, but if he used his true essence, he would definitely be exposed.

By then, even if Yelü Yi arrives, Saga will surely have already been devoured by Zhu Quanzhong.

Even if you win like that, what's the point?
So he waited for another quarter of an hour to make sure he wouldn't be ambushed before daring to show himself.

On the other hand, given the scale of Zhu Quanzhong's blood sacrifice, Yelü Yi probably already knows about it without Zhu Quanzhong even needing to inform him.

Even so, Saga's true essence surged, pouring into the Falling Goose King Banner. The gyrfalcon within it immediately came to life, bursting through the banner and flapping its wings to disappear into the void.

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed, the wild goose on the flag suddenly twists and turns into the dignified face of a middle-aged man.

He wore an exaggerated golden crown and a golden dragon-embroidered round-necked robe resembling the attire of the Qin emperor, except that it was left-fastening.

"Your Majesty, that traitor Zhu Quanzhong..."

"Grand Preceptor, there is no need to blame yourself; this matter is not your fault."

Yelü Yi, through the divine soldiers' communication, already knew what had happened.

In the image of the flag, the faint sounds of wind and flowing clouds suggest that the other party is on their way.

"Zhu Quanzhong was surrounded on three sides, so he must have been desperate and resorted to such a risky move as a blood sacrifice."

"A grandmaster lowers himself to launch a sneak attack, which is impossible to defend against. Even I couldn't have guessed it."

That's what he said, but Yelü Yi's heart was bleeding. It was just that Sakya had made great contributions and was the Liao Dynasty's national teacher in charge of Buddhism and pacifying the people, so he endured it without losing his temper.

That's an army of 30,000!
Compared to the Central Plains, the Qida tribe was already small in number. If these were 30,000 elite Qida troops, he would be furious.

Fortunately, Yelü Yi knew that war was dangerous and that the vanguard might encounter the elite troops of the Great Liang.

Therefore, the majority of the people sent to Sakya this time were Han Chinese hereditary lords from the north who had submitted to him, while only a small portion were from the Qida tribe.

"My begging for the blood of warriors will not be in vain!"

Yelü Yi uttered a resentful sigh, severed his connection with Sakya, and continued to track Zhu Quanzhong.

The Grandmaster's body is in harmony with heaven and earth, and his microcosm responds to the outside world; concealing himself is a trivial matter.

However, the blood sacrifice contained the mixed aura of 30,000 people, and even with a spiritual treasure, it would be impossible to completely eliminate it.

The clouds in the sky swept past rapidly, and in his perception, the thick aura of bloodlust left a faint red line in the sky and earth.

The red line's trajectory extends southward from Qizhou, heading towards Mount Tai.

"Could it be Yanzhou?"

Yelü Yi was still speculating when, at that moment, a scarlet pillar of light shot into the sky from a hundred miles away, stirring up the dark clouds.

This aura was so violent and tyrannical, seemingly proclaiming its existence without restraint, that Yelü Yi felt his heart pound with fear. This was not only because the opponent's displayed level of cultivation was already above his own, but also because he couldn't fathom Zhu Quanzhong's thoughts.

"Everything west of Yanzhou is Qin territory. Isn't he afraid that Li Yisheng will come after him for doing this?"

"Or is this his purpose?"

"Using a blood sacrifice to break through to a higher realm, betting the entire nation's fate on this battle against Li Yisheng? Isn't he afraid that the two Grandmasters of Wu and Yue will secretly side with Great Qin?"

In Yelü Yi's view, Zhu Quanzhong's behavior was too radical, but upon closer examination, it was not surprising.

As a bandit, Zhu Quanzhong's life was full of gambles, as he rose step by step to become a regional military governor, then a king, and finally an emperor.

He wouldn't have achieved his current status if he hadn't dared to take risks.

Because his repeated gambles brought him victory, when Zhu Quanzhong faced difficulties, he would naturally resort to his most familiar method to solve the problem.

As he pondered, seven banners bearing the banner of the Wild Goose King surrounded him, forming a complete formation.

The royal banner given to Saga was just one piece among this set of divine weapons.

Just as Yelü Yi was making preparations, another powerful aura rose up from the side of Mount Tai. The Relic Pagoda suppressed the heavens, and a Heavenly King appeared in the sky.

It's Li Yisheng!

“Zhu Quanzhong, I’ve been looking for you for so long, but you just showed up on your own.”

"Knowing defeat is inevitable, they still fight like cornered beasts; how pitiful and pathetic."

The ninth realm grandmasters embody the laws of heaven and earth; in a sense, their dojo and Dharma form have become one.

At this moment, the figure of Vaishravana could no longer be described as towering and upright. It should be said that Li Yisheng's true essence and primordial spirit directly occupied the heavens and earth within a radius of several miles.

In Buddhist scriptures, the Four Heavenly Kings each occupy a day to protect the mortal world.

In the heaven of Vaishravana, the Northern Heavenly King, there are countless Yakshas, ​​Rakshasas, and other demons who protect him. The Heavenly King also has a stupa containing the relics of the ancient Buddha and holds a treasure-laden rat, possessing all the treasures of the world.

The palace was made of seven precious materials: gold, silver, lapis lazuli, glass, giant clam shell, red pearl, and agate. The radiance it emitted revealed its boundaries in a certain clash.

"A cornered beast's struggle? I have now reached the sixth level of the Dharma Manifestation Realm, surpassing you in cultivation level, and in terms of spiritual treasures, my Acquired Bag is no less powerful than the Relic Pagoda."

"You came alone to intercept us, which means you must have failed to make proper arrangements with the local strongmen in the south."

"In a one-on-one situation, the outcome is still uncertain!"

Hungry ghosts, animals, hell, the human realm, asuras, and the heavenly realm. The wheel of reincarnation slowly rolled over the boundary of Vaishravana.

The tranquility of the Pure Land, the complexities of the human world, and the filth of the hungry ghosts, animals, and hell are intertwined and layered upon each other, and Zhu Quanzhong is at the center of this cycle of reincarnation.

The day after tomorrow, countless vengeful spirits and their blood essence surged within the bag, giving birth to a Blood Bodhi.

Instead of bearing fruit, it took root in Zhu Quanzhong's image of the Buddha of Sunlight, which was extremely strange.

Li Cunxiao looked at the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc, his heart filled with indescribable solemnity.

After appointing the commander-in-chief of the three armies, he had been searching for Zhu Quanzhong's whereabouts.

Ultimately, only by defeating the enemy can the conquest of the Central Plains be considered a done deal.

After summarizing the military intelligence from Li Cunxiao and other units, although it was not certain that Zhu Quanzhong was in Qingzhou, the place was so important that if it was captured, there would definitely be a response.

Who would have thought that halfway there, before Li Yisheng could even carry out his plan to alert the enemy, Zhu Quanzhong would jump out on his own initiative, saving him the trouble of traveling.

"This madman actually broke through to the sixth level of the Dharma Form Realm, and he doesn't even care about the defiled Dharma Form. It seems he's determined to fight me to the death."

The cultivation of the Ninth Realm Dharma Image is theoretically divided into nine heavens, with significant differences between them.

In reality, most leaders of holy lands are only at the fourth or fifth level of the Heavenly Realm, and very few are at the sixth level.

Those who cultivate to the seventh level are extremely rare, and those who cultivate to the ninth level may only appear once every thousand years.

Before this, both he and Zhu Quanzhong had reached the fifth level of cultivation.

The opponent's current cultivation level has reached the sixth level, which means that he has performed a blood sacrifice with the help of the spiritual treasure, the Acquired Bag. This is not the first time that something like this has happened.

For a grandmaster, cultivation is like adding weights to a balance scale; one side is oneself, and the other side is heaven and earth.

The normal method is to gain weight yourself; the unorthodox method is to steal the "weight" of others to increase your own weight.

The downside is that the originally pure Dharma image will inevitably be defiled by the blood and evil spirits of thousands of people.

The process of moving from the muscular demon to the primordial spirit is a process of purifying the corrupt and promoting the pure. Zhu Quanzhong's approach is actually a step backward.

While it may increase combat power in the short term, it sacrifices future potential in the long run.

After all, even the strongest acquired bag has its limits, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation need time to erase the impurities within it.

Li Yisheng looked at the Blood Bodhi tree and saw that it contained at least 100,000 vengeful spirits. He wondered how many people Zhu Quanzhong had slaughtered.

In the blink of an eye, the two's dojos had clashed hundreds of times, and various strange phenomena caused demons in the mountains to flee and fish and shrimp in the streams to float to the surface in heaps.

The grass and trees on the ground sometimes withered, sometimes flourished, and sometimes turned gray, as if the great battle between the two had stripped this area of ​​hundreds of miles away from the real world.

Even the changes of day and night and the solar terms seem to have quietly become blurred.
"This is the true strength of a Grandmaster."

Dozens of miles away from the battlefield, Li Cunxiao's Dragon King Buddha clone hid in the void, trying its best to conceal its aura.

Without opening his eyes, relying on the powerful primordial spirit brought by the Haotian Dharma Image, he could, like taking a pulse through a thread, recreate the battle situation in his mind as if he were there, through the vibration of the "pulse" of heaven and earth and the aftershocks of the battle in the distance.

His location in the void corresponds to reality as a broken mountain peak. Traces of the great battle extend far from here, with deep ravines and countless fist and palm prints everywhere, and the rainwater from them has accumulated into large lakes.

Li Cunxiao's clone had been heading towards Qingzhou since leaving Xuzhou. However, upon reaching the vicinity of Mount Tai, it sensed something amiss.

Judging from the true energy emanating from these traces, the great battle had been going on for several days and was extremely fierce.

After a brief comparison, Li Cunxiao made a rough judgment:

If I join the battle, I might be able to save my life, but I'm afraid I won't have a chance to fight back.

As I pondered, the distant ripples of the sky and earth, which had been like rolling hills and low peaks, suddenly transformed into towering, surging waves.

On the outside, it was as if the two small worlds collided with the mortal world, and the invisible impact directly scraped three feet off the ground.

In the Vaishravana Heaven, the finial of the stupa flipped over, and the guardian king, who had been guarding it, stepped on the ancient Buddha. The endless light from the relics returned to his own body, like the great sun.

Just like Li Yisheng, who, as the military governor, seized the imperial power and became the master of the country.

This is an upside-down pagoda!
Beyond the six realms of reincarnation, the Buddha of Sunlight, holding Bodhi like a canopy, shatters the six realms. He is possessed by the power of gods, humans, and spirits, and enters the Pure Land of the human world alone.
It's like Zhu Quanzhong, a bandit and rebel, practicing heretical and evil methods, seizing the Pure Land lineage, and then trying to judge the world and usurp the future position of Maitreya.

This is the lower realm of Tushita!
(End of this chapter)