Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"Hey, isn't this our Martial Saint! It's only been a short time, and you've gotten so shabby!"

Before the brocade couch, Xu Qi'an, who had just returned from a sea voyage, stood with his hands on his hips, winking at Russell.

Unlike Russell, who was caught in a fierce battle, he was riding high these days.

First, he obtained the Floating Pagoda in Leizhou. Then, with the help of the luck and the blessing of the Great Wisdom Dharma Image and the Medicine Buddha Dharma Image, he stepped into the ranks of the extraordinary and became a third-rank martial artist. He also killed Xu Pingfeng in the battle of Turtle Back Island and completed his revenge. The status of the Xu family also rose because of him. From every angle, he was a winner in life.

"Get lost." Russell, who was lying in bed pretending to be sick, rolled his eyes at Xu Qi'an and teased, "How are the preparations for the coronation ceremony going? You, the empress, are probably not ready to rule the world."

"Don't even mention it." Xu Qi'an shook his hand. Lin'an had been urging him to run away from the wedding with her all day long, which had given him a headache: "It's not something you can just run away from whenever you want."

"Then why are you laughing at me?" Russell rolled his eyes at Xu Qi'an, annoyed. Although his method of faking illness was shameful, it was indeed effective. Didn't he see that Li Miaozhen and Luo Yuheng had stopped making trouble?
"Alright, let's get down to business. Fu Xiang asked me to bring you a message: Asuluo and the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom are ready and just waiting for Da Feng to arrive," Xu Qi'an said solemnly.

"Understood." Russell nodded, then grinned. The Buddha had been asleep for hundreds of years and was about to die just as he awoke. He, Russell, should take the Buddha's place.

……

Three more days.

early morning.

The eastern sky was still a dark, thick blue, but the imperial city had already awakened in solemn silence.

The palace gates opened one after another, accompanied by magnificent drumming and music.

Inside the Golden Palace, Huaiqing, clad in a dragon robe, sat majestically. With phoenix eyes, delicate eyebrows, a high nose, and rosy lips, her original aloof temperament became dignified and cold after donning the dragon robe.

Inside the hall, incense and candles burned brightly, and smoke swirled and rose, enveloping the depths of the hall, where officials stood holding ivory tablets.

After shouting "Long live the Emperor!", Huaiqing glanced at the eunuch holding the imperial seal in the lower left corner.

The chief eunuch immediately stepped forward, produced a prepared edict, and announced:
"Since the beginning of humankind, cultivation has always been a matter of the secular world. Talented and ambitious people have the desire but have not found the way. Now, the Martial Saint has taken pity on the people of Dafeng and established the 'Jixia Academy'."

Establish a martial arts academy to teach divine martial arts techniques, open its gates wide, and accept many disciples.

It also united the three sects of Taoism into a Taoist academy, where the methods of Taoist cultivation were taught.

The Imperial Observatory was renamed the Academy of Astronomy, where practitioners were taught the methods of cultivation.

"Furthermore, since the Buddhist sects fought, the Martial Saint founded Mahayana Buddhism, and his ideas have spread widely in the Western Regions, enlightening the people with remarkable success. There are tens of millions of people in the Western Regions who believe in Mahayana Buddhism, which greatly pleases me."

Mahayana Buddhism originated in the Central Plains, and how can the Central Plains abandon it? I wish to welcome back Mahayana Buddhism to educate all people. The Arhat who saves from calamity is a Buddha enlightened by the Martial Saint. His Buddhist teachings are profound. This time, he is willing to submit to the court, which is a blessing for the people of the Central Plains.

From this day forward, Mahayana Buddhism will be incorporated into the Jixia Academy, becoming a Buddhist college, with the Arhat Du'e serving as its first abbot, to teach Mahayana Buddhism.

"From this day forward, Jixia Academy shall be the chief academy of our Great Feng."

"Appreciate this!"

Inside the Golden Palace, silence immediately fell.

Russell's relationship with the Great Feng court was known only to a select few; the rest of the officials had never heard of it.

Now that I have learned that I have been promoted to the highest rank, I am overjoyed.

This act will surely bring prosperity to the Great Feng Dynasty for ten thousand years!

"We cordially request the Martial Saint, the three Daoist masters, and the Arhat who has saved us from persecution to come and receive this decree."

Outside the hall, Luo Su, in a light purple robe, Luo Yuheng, draped in a seven-colored feathered robe, Tianzun, dressed in coarse linen, Jinlian Daoist in a five-colored feathered robe, and Du'e Luohan, wearing a red and yellow kasaya, were all present and slowly stepped into the hall.

Among them, Master Jinlian was the most bewildered.

He had only been awake for less than a day when Russell pulled him in to make up the numbers.

Just six months ago, when he had just fallen into a deep sleep to refine the Golden Core, Russell had only just stepped into the first rank. How did he inexplicably surpass the rank, and the Great Feng Dynasty even changed its dynasty?

That's not all. Because he corrupted Empress Joan of Arc and became possessed by demons, the karma that caused the people of Da Feng to suffer for decades was also completely cleansed.

It's simply appalling.

He suspected that he hadn't slept for six months, but for six hundred years.

"Arhat, receive the decree."

Russell and the other three casually accepted the imperial edict, but Du'e Luohan alone came to the throne, put his hands together, and respectfully said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The moment he received the imperial edict, the back of his head suddenly appeared, radiating boundless Buddhist light, and chanting echoed from the void, resounding throughout the hall.

Du'e was as if he were cast in gold, shining brightly.

Huaiqing raised his head slightly, looked up at the northwest sky, and smiled, imagining that it must be very lively there now.

……

Western Regions!

The wave of "revitalization" surged forward like ocean waves, bringing life to the earth, mountains, and city walls wherever it passed. All living things vanished and merged into the rules.

The Buddha's body has transformed into mountains and rivers. His consciousness extends and expands along with his physical body, merging into the laws of heaven and earth, becoming a part of those laws, yet retaining his memories.

If nothing unexpected happens, He will continue to spread and expand until He has made the entire Western Regions into Himself.

But at that moment, a surge of immense fortune departed from Him, forcibly extracted from His body, and drifted towards the Central Plains in the east.

The Buddha's expansion slowed down instantly, and then gradually stopped. He could no longer assimilate the world and replace its laws.

After a brief silence, the land of the Western Regions trembled violently, like a massive earthquake stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

"Jixia Academy! Damn it! Damn it!"

The Buddha is roaring.

But it's not over yet.

Under the watchful eyes of Gara Tree and the others, the extracted fortune did not drift away, but remained suspended in the sky above Aranta.

This means that the true masters of these omens are currently in Arantha.

"Martial Saint!" Gara Tree was on high alert, and the Vajra Dharma Image and the Immovable King Dharma Image suddenly rose up behind him.

Both Guangxian and Liuli's expressions changed drastically.

"Zazen!"

Suddenly, the Bodhisattva Guangxian's voice, which was indistinguishable between male and female but exceptionally loud, rang in the ears of every monk on the Aranda.

Almost all the monks instinctively felt a chill run down their spines. The martial monks were on high alert, while the Zen master immediately entered a meditative state without saying a word.

A golden barrier of Buddha's light shone down from the sky, enveloping the entire Aranta.

"Charge!"

The voice of the nine-tailed fox suddenly rang out in this world.

The earth trembled violently, and a black tide surged out from the distant horizon, flowing densely towards Aranya.

The sky was dark and gloomy, with a thick, dark cloud spreading out to block out the sunlight and cast a black curtain over the earth.

The sky was dark and the earth was shrouded in darkness!

The deafening roar echoed from afar, causing the entire world to tremble.

Whether they were fierce birds in the sky or beasts on the ground, they were all enormous and exuded a terrifying aura of ferocity.

They were demons, and under the call of the King of Ten Thousand Demons, they charged fearlessly into the Zen formation.

Without hesitation or retreat, ferocious birds of prey, using their flesh and blood as weapons, shrieked as they charged towards the light barrier. On the ground, hordes of ferocious beasts also charged in a suicidal attack, knowing certain death but without pause. The sounds of flesh being torn apart filled Aranto with the stench of blood.

“Something’s not right.” High up, Gara Tree frowned. He couldn’t understand why the demon race would make these meaningless sacrifices.

“It is destiny.” The eyes of the Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva were like crystals. From her perspective, these demons all had faintly visible destiny within their bodies. This destiny, along with their blood energy, was being absorbed by the Buddha.

However, this is also something that cannot be understood.

Why would the demon race send such good fortune at this time? Could it be that the new Queen of Ten Thousand Demons wants to submit to the Buddha?

Just as they were wondering what was going on, a crimson light suddenly burst forth at the location of the Demon-Suppressing Ravine.

The three Bodhisattvas, Gara, Guangxian, and Liuli, all changed their expressions drastically.

There, Asura was pitch black, like a demon from the abyss. A ring of fire burned behind him, his Asura blood boiling, and he held a spear engraved with countless mysterious runes in his hand. This spear was now planted precisely in the land of the Demon Suppression Ravine.

Star power surged, and above the sky, the clouds parted to reveal the deep, boundless starry sky. The starry sky projected illusions, radiating outwards from the spear to the entire Aranta and even the Western Regions.

If the Western Regions are likened to the incarnation of Buddha, then the location of Zhenmo Gorge is undoubtedly the Buddha's head.

With this strike, the vast area that had been devoured by the Buddha suddenly shrank, while the star field continued to expand, and the two were about to overlap.

"Asura, what do you want to do?" Gara Tree roared, clenching his fist tightly. Every muscle from his shoulder and elbow to his back was filled with surging divine power as he threw a heavy punch.

"I'm not afraid of you." Asura roared in a deep voice, his arms suddenly swung, flames and dazzling light surged along his arms and gathered at his chest to meet Asura's punch.

The energy generated by the collision turned into a hurricane, sweeping in all directions.

Unexpectedly, Asura was blasted away. The Bodhisattva Gara Tree was startled, scrutinizing the ugly yet valiant Asura, and said in a deep voice, "You've advanced to the first rank!?"

"Are you surprised?" Asuro spread his arms.

A swirling vortex rose behind him, and within the swirling air currents, a pitch-black Vajra image materialized. Its features were ferocious and ugly, somewhat resembling Asura, and its twelve arms each held illusory magical implements such as knives, spears, swords, halberds, pagodas, and red ribbons.

What shone from behind the dark-skinned Buddha's head was not a blazing ring of fire, but a seven-colored halo symbolizing the fruit of slaying thieves.

A month ago, Russell opened his divine aperture and gave him lotus seeds to enlighten him, finally allowing him to integrate his Vajra Dharma form, Asura bloodline and the position of slaying thieves, and step into the first-grade realm.

"Today, you will all pay the price for everything you have done to the Asura clan!" Asura stepped forward, blocking the spear.

"With you?" Bodhisattva Guangxian sneered. Not to mention that the Buddha's revival was imminent and he was not afraid of the Martial Saint, there were three First-Rank cultivators on this Holy Mountain. How could Asura alone turn the tide?

The Great Reincarnation Dharma Image rose up, and a metal disc rose above Guangxian's head. The "卍" symbol at the core of the disc shone on Asura, and Asura's aura suddenly dropped.

The Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva lightly stepped forward, and the colorless lapis lazuli domain instantly expanded, turning the world into black and white. The Gara Tree formed hand seals, solidifying space and complementing the colorless lapis lazuli domain.

Just then, the figure of the Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva appeared behind Asura, a jade dagger gleaming with clear light, piercing straight for Asura's nape.

Just like with the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree, the expected separation of body and head did not occur.

Suddenly, nine fluffy red fox tails emerged from Asura's shadow.

Without the slightest warning or fluctuation of any aura, the fox tail lashed out at the Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva.

With a snap, the image of the Crystal Bodhisattva shattered like glass.

This was just an illusion; the true form had already appeared beside the Bodhisattva Gara Shuxian.

Amidst giggles and laughter, the nine-tailed fox emerged from Asura's shadow and appeared before everyone.

"Nine-tailed fox, you've also advanced to the first rank." Asuro's face was gloomy.

That martial saint's plan for the Western Regions probably began the moment Du'e made his move.

So, where is He now?
With his current fighting strength, Russell is fully capable of going head-to-head with Buddhism.

Whether in terms of raw power or other factors, Buddhism has little ability to resist.

What is He waiting for?

Gara Tree turned its gaze to the demon race that was still rushing towards the light curtain of Aranya, and then glanced at the ever-expanding star curtain.

An absurd thought suddenly arose in his mind.

Russell's goal was the Buddha; he was waiting for the Buddha to awaken.

"Pull out that spear!"

The Gara tree let out a low growl, and just as it was about to make a move, the entire city of Aranda suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, a nebula slowly swirled in the sky.

A terrifying aura was rapidly rising, rising endlessly, as if it were gestating a horrific monster.

Within a radius of a hundred miles from Aranda, all the monks prostrated themselves on the ground, as if facing an abyss.

A colossal figure burst forth from the depths of Aranta. His skin was as black as ink, and he had twelve pairs of overlapping arms. His features were ugly yet heroic, with a black flame mark between his brows and a blazing ring of fire hanging behind his head.

The moment he emerged, the entire city of Aranta trembled and let out a painful howl.

Miraculous!

The ultimate divine power!

when! ?

The three Bodhisattvas present all turned green with rage.

How exactly did Shenshu enter Aranya?

“The Witch God!” Guangxian gritted his teeth and said.

In this world, only the Witch God could conceal the whereabouts of a half-step Martial God right under the Buddha's nose.

"Why don't you three guess where all the followers of Mahayana Buddhism in the Western Regions have gone?" The nine-tailed fox chuckled, while Asura's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.

The plan had already begun when Buddhism attempted to forcibly awaken the Buddha.

The followers of Mahayana Buddhism did not follow Du'e away; they remained in the Western Regions, where they were devoured by the Buddha.

Shen Shu was hidden within the Mountain and River Seal condensed by the Witch God and was brought back to Aranya by Asura.

The willpower of believers is the root of destiny, and the field of influence is the foundation of destiny.

The more believers the Buddha absorbed, the more Mahayana Buddhist fortune he possessed.

Furthermore, with the demon race risking their lives in a desperate act, the Buddha's own Buddhist fortune will gradually diminish.

His control over the Western Regions will gradually decrease, and when the star field completely covers the Western Regions, the Buddha will be replaced by Russell.

"Roar!"

In the roar.

The expressions of Gara Tree, Guangxian, and the Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva changed simultaneously. They entered into deep meditation, and their bodies slowly sank into the mountain of flesh, as if sinking into a swamp.

Then, the outline of a large Buddha seated cross-legged with a flower in hand was formed on Aranya.

Parts of the sky were covered with pale gold clouds, casting a soft Buddhist light, and the sound of chanting rose from the void, like a paradise on earth.

A rising sun then appeared.

The Dharma of the Great Sun Tathagata! (End of chapter)