Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 144 The Conflict Among the Four Saints of Buddhism
"What Master Tao said is true. The news of the miraculous medicine that can bring the dead back to life was indeed spread by the Death Zen Sect. As for whether it is true or false, if it were false, why would the Death Zen Sect go to such lengths to come from the Southern Region?" Master Xinshu chuckled.

The monk Wufa had dealt with the Buddhist master Xinshu before and knew him to some extent. He knew that this man was full of lies and had deeply inherited the true teachings of the Old Master Sichan, so not a single word of his could be believed.

"The Old Ancestor of Death Zen is only over six hundred years old. With his cultivation level, his lifespan is still more than enough. Could it be that he went astray while practicing the Death Zen Buddhist Dharma, suffered serious injuries, and is about to die?"

The Buddhist Master of Mind, drawing upon the aura of the Myriad Treasures Kasaya to protect himself, laughed and said, "Master is in the prime of life, and the Dharma of Death Zen is unfathomable, which has disappointed Zen Master Wufa. As for why you seek the elixir of resurrection, since it is a divine medicine, it has more than just the effect of resurrection; it can also help people break through realms. Master came here to find this divine medicine, so that you can use its power to break through to the Great Sage realm and fight against Empress Chi Yao."

"Hmph, the Empress's cultivation is far beyond that of an ordinary Great Saint. Even if the Old Ancestor of Death Zen breaks through to the Great Saint realm, he would not be a match for the Empress's sword." A Saint from the imperial court said coldly.

But the more this is the case, the more it arouses endless imagination. Given the way the Old Ancestor of Death Zen acts, if he were to obtain the elixir of life, he might truly have the means to contend with Empress Chi Yao.

"If it's such a good thing, why would you make this news public?" Zen Master Liaoyuan asked.

The Buddhist Master of Mind had anticipated this scene. His expression remained unchanged, a faint smile playing on his lips as he surveyed the assembled saints: "Wherever treasures are found, danger lurks everywhere. The elixir of resurrection is not within the Kunlun Realm, but deep within the Tomb of Fallen Gods in the Underworld. To obtain it, one must first fight against the evil spirits of the Underworld. Although Master possesses profound cultivation, he cannot confront the Underworld alone. That is why he sent us disciples to spread the news, hoping to lure the saints of the Eastern Region to the Underworld. This will both alleviate Master's pressure and weaken the Eastern Region's strength. Why not?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhijie shook his head and said, "You've even revealed the true purpose of the Death Zen Sect. Aren't you afraid that everyone here won't go to the underworld?"

The Buddhist master looked at him, but paid him no attention.

"Mr. Zhu is well-read and knowledgeable, but he has no understanding of human nature. Whether you all go or not is not something that I, a humble monk, can decide with a few words. The Tomb of Fallen Gods is still there and will not move. Having said that, Xinshu and my senior brother will take our leave."

A strange smile appeared on the handsome face of the colorless Buddhist master. After the master of the mind finished speaking, the two turned to leave. They had come here only to answer the questions of the saints about the miraculous medicine that could bring the dead back to life.

"The conversation hasn't been made clear yet, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Suddenly, Zen Master Liaoyuan roared and reached out with his claw towards the Buddhist Master Xinshu.

Its claws resemble the shape of a dragon, and it is the ultimate technique of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, the "Dragon Claw Grappling Hand".

Master Liaoyuan's cultivation had already reached the pinnacle of the Saint Realm. When he made his move, it was beyond what a Saint like Master Xinshu, who was only at the Tongtian Realm, could withstand. He subconsciously tried to activate the Saint Power of the Old Ancestor Sichan within the Wanbao Kasaya.

Almost simultaneously, a nearly transparent longsword appeared between the original Zen Master and the Heart-Spell Buddha Master, its sword energy surging—it was the Seventh Perfection of the Great Perfection Sword Technique.

A sword master at the seventh level can be crowned a sword saint. The one who made the move was the colorless Buddha who had been standing next to the Heart-Sculpting Buddha and had a low profile. He was also a sword saint.

Master Liaoyuan was forced back by a sword strike. He recognized the move used by Master Wuse as the Great Compassion Sword Technique, and a nameless rage rose in his heart.

When the Old Master Si Chan betrayed the Brahma Path, he took most of the Eighteen Ultimate Techniques with him. The Ten Thousand Buddhas Path is not one to hoard its treasures, but these Buddhist techniques, which should have been used to eliminate evil and promote good, fell into the hands of the evil monk Si Chan and instead became tools for aiding and abetting evil, which is a violation of Buddhist teachings.

A golden Buddhist sword flew out from between the eyebrows of Zen Master Yuan and landed in his hand. The sword was three feet and seven inches long and was entirely golden.

With a sword in hand, Zen Master Liaoyuan radiated a brilliant Buddhist light. The sword in his hand seemed not to be a murderous weapon, but a Buddhist treasure for saving all sentient beings.

The colorless Buddhist master had one hand behind his back and the other holding a transparent holy sword. He used the same sword move as before, but his sword was filled with bloodlust and killing intent. It seemed as if millions of dead souls were dying under his sword.

He looked at Zen Master Yuan and laughed, "The Universal Salvation Holy Sword, ranked first on the Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifact List, has fallen into the hands of you, a hypocritical monk from Bodhi Temple. You've truly taken the hypocrisy of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Path to its extreme. Universal salvation? That's laughable."

The auras of the two sword saints intertwined, causing the clouds above Mount Shentai to change color. This was not a battle of holy thoughts within the Ten Thousand Lights Picture, but a true duel between sword saints. If they were to go all out, they could destroy the entire Shentai City.

The same sword technique, when wielded by different people, exudes two completely different auras, which greatly surprised Di Yi.

Standing behind the Nine Nether Sword Saint and the Yellow Spring Saint, he was not greatly affected and was able to leisurely watch the battle from the sidelines.

"Gentlemen, fighting is forbidden in Shentai City today. This is a rule set by the Taiyi Ancestor." The Burial Moon Sword Saint coldly reminded them. Shentai City is the gateway to the Liangyi Sect. If Zen Master Liaoyuan and Buddha Master Wuse fight here, it will be a slap in the face to the Liangyi Sect.

The other saints had no intention of interfering. The Death Zen Sect had a bad reputation, but it was ultimately just a group that committed evil deeds in the Southern Region and had no real conflict of interest with the saints present.

However, the Wanfodao and the Sichanjiao have always been at odds. The Sichanjiao cannot stand the hypocrisy and pretentiousness of the Wanfodao, while the Wanfodao considers the Sichanjiao a disgrace to Buddhism. Both sides wish they could eliminate the other as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, the colorless Buddha Master smiled, raised his sword and pointed it to the sky, saying to Zen Master Yuan, "If we cannot fight in the city, then let's fight in the sky?"

"I'm not afraid of you. Today, this humble monk will cleanse the sect of Wanfodao," Zen Master Liaoyuan said angrily.

Two figures soared into the sky from the top of Zhengyang Tower, passing through the clouds, and clashed a hundred miles above the ground. The sea of ​​clouds surged, and the sword energy was like a tide, with only the sound of sword cries audible.

The monk removed his embroidered cassock, revealing his well-defined muscles. With each step he took, a golden light emanated from his body. After taking nine steps, his holy body had completely transformed into pure gold.

His target, of course, was the Buddhist master of the mind.

"Mindsetter, we couldn't settle our differences at the Heroes' Banquet back then. Do you dare to fight me again today?"

The Buddhist Master of Mind looked at the monk Wufa, who seemed to be cast in gold, and showed a surprised expression: "You have actually mastered the [Indestructible Vajra Divine Art]. It is indeed worth my time to fight." He took off his Myriad Treasures Kasaya and threw it into the void. The kasaya burst forth with powerful holy power and a domineering holy thought, which carried the kasaya into the distance.

The Holy Thought belongs to the Old Ancestor of Death Zen. The revival of the Holy Thought indicates that the Old Ancestor of Death Zen's true form is not far from Shentai City.

Although the Buddhist Master Xinshu may seem to have lost the protection of the Myriad Treasures Kasaya at this moment, he is actually safer than when he had the Myriad Treasures Kasaya.

No one would want to try the methods of the Old Master of Death Zen.

Without the Wanbao Kasaya, the Buddhist Master Xinshu was left with only a white monk's robe, his aura clashing sharply with that of the Unfathomable Monk.

His right hand formed a mudra with his five fingers, and the sound of dragons and elephants resounded from the top of Zhengyang Tower.

"Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm?" Upon hearing the sound of dragon and elephant, Emperor Yi was surprised, but after careful observation, he found that the method used by the Buddhist Master of Mind Techniques was completely different from the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm and was not a palm technique.

"It's not the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, it's the [Dragon Subduing Elephant Skill] from the Six Great Divine Skills of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect," said the Nine Nether Sword Saint from the side.

"Is this the legendary Dragon Subduing and Elephant Taming Technique?" Di Yi's eyes gleamed. Of the six great books of the Kunlun Realm, apart from the Taiji Dao's [Innate Dao Method], Confucianism, Taoism, and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dao did not occupy any of them.

However, within the second path, there is a divine skill inheritance that can be compared with the Six Great Books. In terms of its exquisiteness, it is no less than the Six Great Books in many aspects.

The four sacred books of Confucianism and Taoism represent the legacy of the four Confucian patriarchs, and the cultivation methods recorded in them are no less powerful than those in the Six Great Books.

The same applies to the Six Great Divine Skills of the Path of Ten Thousand Buddhas. It is said that they were created by six Buddhas of Buddhism, and each skill has unfathomable power. However, they are all severely incomplete, so they were not included in the list of extraordinary books.

The Dragon-Subduing and Elephant-Taming Skill performed by the Buddhist Master was created by the Fifth Patriarch of Buddhism. When cultivated to a high level, it can unleash the Buddhist Lion's Roar, which repels all evil.

The Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill practiced by the monk Wufa is also among the six great divine skills. It was created by the Sixth Patriarch of Buddhism. After mastering it, one's body becomes indestructible, making it the number one method for achieving physical sainthood in Buddhism.

Eight hundred years ago, the Buddha Emperor 'Chao Xi' used this technique to cultivate the Buddha Emperor Golden Body. Even though his holy soul was destroyed by Empress Chi Yao's Blood-Dripping Sword, his Golden Body was not damaged at all. After hundreds of years, it has now merged with the physical body of the monk Li Di.

With the two sword saints occupying the sky, the battlefield left for the Unfettered Monk and the Buddhist Master of Mind was only outside the city.

The mountain of books is in the north of the city, and two beams of Buddha's light descend towards the south of the city.

The Nine Nether Sword Saint looked up at the sky, then his gaze fell on the Burial Moon Sword Saint. The fight between the two rising stars of Buddhism did not interest him.

The Yellow Spring Saint keenly sensed the change in the Nine Nether Sword Saint's emotions and said in a low voice, "Is it really necessary to fight to the death? Your cultivation level is higher than mine, and you have at least several decades left. Why use such an extreme method to break through your cultivation level?"

Emperor Yi heard what the Yellow Spring Saint said and saw the Nine Nether Sword Saint's fierce fighting spirit as he looked at the Burial Moon Sword Saint.

"Senior Jiuyou is going to fight the Sword Saint of Burial Moon?"

"I originally planned to fight Xuanji, but he was ambushed by the Undying Blood Clan and seriously injured. So my target has to be the Burial Moon Sword Saint."

The saints present, whose lifespans were nearing their end and who were displaying their ugly side, became even more determined for the Nine Nether Sword Saint to seek a breakthrough between life and death.

The three great sword saints of the Eastern Region are from the same generation, and are evenly matched with each other, making them the best rivals.

"I have already issued a challenge to the Sword Saint of Burial Moon. Next month's Sword Tournament will be held in front of the Sword Pavilion for a life-or-death battle."

Emperor Yi looked at the Nine Nether Sword Saint with surprise, but said nothing more.

A hundred years ago, the Nine Nether Sword Saint was already at the pinnacle of the Saint Realm. A hundred years later, he is still stuck there. What will happen in another hundred years? Besides, he will never have another hundred years.

Talented people emerge in every generation, and new people replace the old.

Two hundred years ago, Luo Xu, and less than a hundred years ago, the monk Wufa and the Buddhist master Xinshu, some have already caught up, while others are on their way.

Breaking through from Saint to Saint King is incredibly difficult. Even someone as amazing as Ling Feiyu of the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect, who amazed an era three hundred years ago, is still wandering in the Saint Realm today.

Emperor Yi and the Nine Nether Sword Saint did not have much interaction. During their trip to the Central Region, they spent several months together on the Meteor Flying Ship. It was during that time that the Nine Nether Sword Saint instructed him in swordsmanship and helped him comprehend the unity of heaven and man.

Having been stationed at the Sword Pavilion for many years, the Sword Saint of Burial Moon has a unique advantage in being able to study the Wordless Sword Manual at any time. Choosing to fight the Sword Saint of Burial Moon to the death at the Sword Tournament, the pressure that the Sword Saint of Nine Netherworlds will face is even greater than that of the Sword Saint of Xuanji.

"Then I wish Senior Jiuyou a resounding victory."

The Nine Nether Sword Saint smiled faintly and casually said, "It's a pity that the battlefield between the two sword saints is hidden in the high heavens and cannot be seen. The duel between the two in the Ode to Heroes is also a rare event. You can go and watch it. I think it will help you cultivate your physical body to become a saint and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm."

(End of this chapter)