Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1275 Showing compassion and righteous indignation to save the common people, and bringing about a new spring for the world!
Firelight fell from the sky, and stars and light fell from the heavens.

At this moment, the entire Sea of ​​Light groaned in agony, until a magnificent palace with a dark, ghostly aura appeared at the very top of the Sea of ​​Light.

"Boom!"

The first loud bang was like an inextinguishable fire falling into a pond, scorching the water, causing it to steam and rise, revealing a pure and terrifying destructive power.

In the underworld, the deathly aura of the netherworld is already a symbol of death. However, at this moment, even "death" faces a more complete and utter destruction, like words erased from paper, crumbling away inch by inch, disappearing completely, and then fading away as if it had never existed at all.

"Amitabha."

The next instant, accompanied by a grand Buddhist chant, the Foundation Establishment cultivator suddenly soared into the Netherworld, barely diverting some of the raging fire into it.

However, that's not enough!
The World-Honored One exhaled deeply, a shadow of gloom appearing in his eyes: 'I am ultimately no longer the Dao Lord. Even with my Golden Core complete, I am far from sufficient to bear the weight of the collapsing heavens.'

After all, that was the "Other Shore," the once lofty abode of the Dao Lord. Now, it has fallen, and it fell after the Nascent Soul stage. Its power could even forcefully knock a Dao Lord down from his cultivation level. In a sense, this is almost equivalent to breaking the Dao Lord's immortality!
Thinking of this, the Buddha felt a chill run deeper in his heart.

Why does the Dao Lord not die?

To be precise, it is not that the Dao Lord is immortal, but that the primordial spirit is immortal. The Dao Lord entrusts the primordial spirit to the place of enlightenment. As long as the place of enlightenment is not destroyed, the primordial spirit will not perish.

Even if the two are vastly different.

For example, the First Saint and him, one is on the seventh floor and the other is on the second floor. The difference between the two is so great that the First Saint could defeat him with just one hand.

But even the First Saint couldn't kill him.

Because the initial saint was only higher in rank than him. Although his Dao heart was also stronger, his essence was still the primordial spirit, and the difference in rank was not as great as it seemed.

Since the initial sage could not expel his primordial spirit from the "other shore," he could not kill him.

But things are different now.

The current situation is that the Dao Lords are forcing Dao Tianqi to hand over his place of enlightenment and collide with [The Other Shore] to perish together!
It should be understood that the quality of the Other Shore is much higher than that of the Underworld. If the Underworld is smashed to pieces, there is no hope of rebuilding it. However, the Other Shore may not be so difficult. The World Honored One estimated that at most it would be smashed into multiple fragments. As long as they are pieced together, the difficulty of repairing it is far less than that of the Underworld.

Besides, there's still the First Emperor.

Unlike the Dao Lords who were born later, the Ancestral Dragon was a born Dao God whose primordial spirit resided in the Sea of ​​Light. As long as the Sea of ​​Light did not perish, it would not die as the Dao Lord.

Moreover, the range of this eternal sea of ​​light is quite wide.

In short, even if the Sea of ​​Light is shattered by the Other Shore, as long as there are still fragments, the Ancestral Dragon will not die and there is still hope for him to be resurrected and return.

Thanks to it.

The World Honored One speculated that the "Other Shore," based on the Ancestral Dragon, had probably usurped its immortality, which is why the Dao Lords dared to pit it against the Underworld.

Thinking of this, the Buddha exhaled deeply, but still couldn't help himself:

"If things are not going to work out, then we should retreat for the time being."

"Si Chong will definitely be released this time. With him holding the line, we still have a chance of winning. Now that you and I have blocked one wave, the casualties in Guanghai won't be too serious."

He tried to persuade Dao Tianqi again.

However, he soon noticed that Dao Tianqi's expression was not right. He saw that Dao Tianqi was completely ignoring the crumbling Underworld and instead looking at the Sea of ​​Light.

His eyes, brimming with wisdom, revealed intense emotions.

Surprise? Shock? Admiration?

The World Honored One was very familiar with Dao Tianqi and immediately noticed his emotional fluctuations. However, what puzzled him was why he had these emotions.
What did he see?
The next second, the World Honored One gave up thinking, because it was no longer necessary. Everyone in the sea of ​​light witnessed that soul-stirring scene.

"Senior brother."

Just then, Dao Tianqi suddenly said quietly, "You are wrong. Behind us, the masses of people are not weaklings who can only accept our protection."

"At least under this fellow Daoist's rule, they are not."

"Lord Si Chong is very powerful, but he alone is not enough to save Guang Hai. The result of that battle between Dao Lords back then is a case in point."

One person cannot save Guanghai. In fact, if the strongest person fails, then the group of people behind him can only drift along with the tide, just like the ancient cultivators who followed Si Chong back then.

"But this one is different."

“He’s not strong. He’s only just cultivated his primordial spirit and his rank isn’t high. Moreover, he can’t even see the light of wisdom. But he’s managed to get here, not because of his own efforts.”

It was because of the people behind him.

At this moment, Dao Tianqi's voice was somewhat dazed, and beside him, the World Honored One also fell silent, staring blankly at the slowly approaching scene.

That's a person.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The heavy footsteps sounded like the rhythm of heaven and earth, rising and falling with each step, and wherever he passed, the vast sea of ​​light was tinged with a layer of crimson.

He kept climbing upwards.

He traveled from the mortal realm, through the Foundation Establishment stage, through the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and finally arrived at the Underworld, standing beside the World Honored One, his calm gaze meeting his.

Then we passed each other and continued on our way.

Behind him were countless figures, stretching as far as the eye could see, all of whom pushed him up, causing his status to rise continuously.

This was the scene that silenced the World Honored One, because it was a power similar to, yet completely different from, his own unity of purpose. He had once glimpsed a leopard through a narrow tube, seeing a trace of it in the lineage of the Investiture of the Gods, but now that it had truly reached its full potential and was displayed before his eyes, he was still stunned.

Lü Yang kept walking.

After passing the World Honored One, he ascended again, finally stopping not far from Dao Tianqi. He cupped his hands in greeting and said, "This humble Daoist is Lü Yang. Greetings, fellow Daoist."

The next second, he stopped trying to hide it.

"Fellow Daoist, you've worked hard."

"Let's save our strength. Leave the rest to me, to Guanghai."

This time, Dao Tianqi nodded happily.

"good."

As soon as the words fell, the nearly shattered Underworld finally retreated, and without the Underworld's obstruction, the Heavenly Fire, which had been weakened by ninety percent, crashed down!
Almost simultaneously, Lü Yang's figure vanished into the void.

Immediately afterwards, thirty stars were lit up at the very top of the sea of ​​light, forming a line that created a majestic Great Wall.

Behind the Great Wall were four beams of divine light reaching the heavens.

Within the divine light, various figures stood, some with soaring wisdom, some with sword energy reaching the heavens, some with proud women, and some with ethereal shadows, manifesting endless pavilions and palaces.

Within the palace, countless figures stood, and under their rule, there were countless others, layer upon layer, encompassing all living beings and covering the entire sea of ​​light. Countless sparks converged at this moment, finally transforming into a blazing inferno, like the rising sun dispelling the long night.

"Boom!"

The sound of the sky collapsing remained, but the sense of great destruction quickly faded from the hearts of all beings in the sea of ​​light, replaced by peace and tranquility.

Immediately following was a clear whistle:
"Emerging from the Zhen trigram, the immortals govern the celestial realm; Heaven's mandate rests upon oneself, and the law is naturally true."

"By order of the gods, the sea monsters are pacified and the demonic aura is quelled; with sword in hand, the demonic gloom is dispersed."

"Through trials and tribulations, we forge our initial vows; through countless hardships, we prove ourselves to be true men."

"With unwavering compassion, we save all living beings; with revolutionary spirit, we usher in a new spring for the world!"

(End of this chapter)