From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 247 The True Power of Virtual Willpower: The Underworld Emerges
Meanwhile, in the time it took to send out the invitation, in an empty Buddhist temple in Kolkata.

Wu Tian approached Bai Yang and shared his thoughts.

"You mean, based on Lion Camel Ridge, we'll create a true hellish derivative?" Alvin asked in surprise.

“Yes, aren’t those ownerless, resentful wishes in this city the karma that Avici Hell needs most?” Wutian slowly replied. “This karma will dissipate in the transformation of faith, so it’s better to let it have some use and become the shaping force of Avici Hell!”

Upon hearing this, Bai Yang stroked his chin and slowly nodded, "You know what, there's some truth to that!"

Wu Tian's words certainly make sense, and may even be the optimal solution for this city!

Kolkata is the largest city in northern India, and also the city where sin and resentment are most concentrated.

Those initial aspirations have not yet found their true path, and are therefore still in a state of disarray.

Bai Yang had no intention of absorbing this power of will; he didn't even have the thought of using it. But Wu Tian was bold; he did have this idea.

These malicious and exaggerated wishes cannot be absorbed, but they can be used. After all, what kind of malice doesn't exist in the eighteen levels of hell? Using them will definitely be quite smooth!
The power of vows can be transformed into karmic force, which is the evil force defined in Buddhist stories, so it is not a waste.

And isn't the foundation of hell just right to be Lion Camel Ridge? Lion Camel Ridge, Lion Camel Kingdom, the eight hundred miles of blood sea, and countless wronged souls are all the most suitable things for the eighteen levels of hell!

Or rather, it is the real-life manifestation of hell on earth.

“Your Majesty, it’s not just that!” Alvin continued, “The soul is a stream of information, and everything in these streams is just information, which perfectly matches our virtual willpower!”

“We don’t even need to find a place to serve as a real medium; we can simply create a virtual world to use, just like in the medieval era!”

"And the ten million people in Lion Camel Ridge are the best providers of virtual willpower!"

These explanations actually made Bai Yang think about it seriously. "You know what, you really have to say... let's give it a try!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and stretched out his body. The divine power from the God of Lies poured out, passing directly through the building and arriving above the city, enveloping all the wishes above.

The intertwining of virtual and real aspirations is like a special halo, spreading and floating within it, then slowly settling, expanding, and contracting, ultimately transforming into a clear halo.

"The Buddha said that hell is divided into two levels: the eighteen levels of hell and the Avici Hell. In fact, they are two different forms of punishment!"

Bai Yang said softly, "Those who commit minor crimes will go to the eighteenth level of hell, while those who commit serious crimes should go to the Avici Hell!"

"Thus, this is the beginning of the eighteen levels of hell, and these ten million penniless sinners may become little devils in this hell!"

Becoming a little devil is certainly not a reward, but another kind of punishment. After all, being in hell is also a kind of punishment. The karma created by that pain and curse is no less than the karma suffered by those who are being punished!
The virtual world is different from the real world. You don't need to allocate power yourself; you only need to have a harmonious will.

Because of this, Bai Yang was surprised to find that after these hells were created, the originally indifferent dark willpower was actually absorbed into them, becoming the punishments, instruments of torture, karmic fire, and venues in these hells.

From this perspective, Wutian's suggestion was quite accurate!
"How should I put it? Birds of a feather flock together?" Bai Yang thought inexplicably. From the initial Tongue-Pulling Hell to the eighteenth level, the Saw-and-Knife Hell, all of them could absorb these vows. One could imagine just how deep the sins contained in these vows were.

Moreover, even with this distribution, the willpower above the entire city was only reduced by about one-tenth or one-twelfth, with a great deal still existing above, manifesting before their eyes.

"Then let's continue guiding you through the Eight Cold and Eight Hot Hells, the Solitary Hell of Increasing Suffering!" Bai Yang continued, "The lowest level of the Eight Cold and Eight Hot Hells is the Avici Hell!"

He waved his hand again, and a halo formed beneath the previous halo, continuing to absorb the power of these wishes. Another long period of time passed, and finally, all the power of these wishes was completely absorbed!
"The evils of this country are truly shocking!" Bai Yang said. The power of a single city was enough for him to create the entire virtual hell, and even enough to create another one. That was outrageous enough.

"So, does this mean all the willpower of this kingdom is enough for me to create most of the world's dead lands?" Bai Yang's eyes lit up. "This place is practically a paradise of willpower!" Just then, as Bai Yang completed the creation of the virtual hell, a voice rang out:
"Hell has appeared, so it's time for the monks to take their places! This humble monk should depart!"

"Leave?" Bai Yang looked at him amusedly. "If you want to leave, do you think I can stop you?"

“Your Majesty, I do not know the true meaning of your summons, but I hope that we are no longer some illusory existence, but a real account!” Wutian said, his expression extremely solemn. “I hope that we are all real beings, and not just characters in a play, as we are now!”

"When I was dismembered by King Kali, I had no concept of self, no concept of others, no concept of sentient beings, and no concept of life span. Why? Because when I was being dismembered in the past, if I had any concept of self, others, sentient beings, or life span, I would have felt hatred."

He was chanting scriptures, but he already had the intention of leaving completely.

Upon hearing Wutian's words, Bai Yang stroked his chin; he certainly understood what Wutian meant.

Although the other party has a complete identity, a complete existence, and all its origins can be traced, in essence, it is still an illusion!
This illusion is no different from the illusion of Odin and other gods created by Bai Yang!
They are all false gods, not real beings.

However, Wutian is more complicated because he is the only god who knows that he is an "illusion," so he is more conflicted and in pain, and has even reached a mental limit.

Bai Yang originally created him because of his villainous attributes and his very clear mind. He originally thought that Wu Tian would be happy to become another subordinate of his, a person in charge of certain attributes, similar to a central authority.

Now it seems that the other party clearly identifies more with their own identity, with the identity that belongs to "Buddha," along with their own Buddhist interpretation of everything.

For this, he was even willing to give up his own "clear and unobstructed mind".

Perhaps this is the difference between a pre-existing deity and a primordial deity? Bai Yang wasn't surprised; the other party's growth in the human world already had its own path, and now it was just carrying it out.

“Since that’s the case, then so be it!” Bai Yang nodded and said, without feeling any anger. “I will withdraw from your present and turn back to your past. From this moment on, you are the true Wutian/Kinnara, and the connection between us ends here!”

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, Your Majesty, as you know, this is the life that truly belongs to us, not this illusory performance!" Wutian clasped his hands together and silently said, "Thank you for your creation. Buddhism will forever remain under your guidance, striving diligently and faithfully!"

"Hmm!" Bai Yang then waved his hand, drawing away certain properties from the other party, causing a certain special quality in the other party's mind to completely dissipate!
From this moment on, there is no longer the Wutian created by Bai Yang, but only a true Buddhist disciple, a rebel of Lingshan, Kinnara Bodhisattva, and the future Buddha Wutian!

Wutian appeared where he stood, looking at everything before him in a daze. He chanted a Buddhist prayer and then walked out of the city. He wanted to see those "Salvators" who were now just physical bodies.

He wanted to fulfill his grand ambition and thus embark on his own Buddhist path.

Bai Yang and his companion completely disappeared from Wutian's sight, leaving only Bai Yang with a regretful sigh, "Alas! This solitary journey has only strengthened his resolve on his path. It's truly ironic how fate works!"

“Your Majesty, this is his loss, not yours,” Alvin said softly, trying to console Bai Yang. “From today onwards, he is no longer a detached individual, but merely an participant!”

"How can you know the joy of a fish if you are not a fish?" Bai Yang shook his head gently, not feeling regret, but only a little melancholy. "He has made up his mind about his path, and he has truly made it possible for him to become a Buddha!"

"After all, it was because of his insistence that I decided to turn the illusory concept of Buddhism into reality!"

"Such a great contribution is naturally enough to make him a Buddha, to make him the true—Buddha Wutian!"

PS: After much thought, I've realized this is the best solution: the world's things belong to the world, the gods' things belong to the gods, and the creator's things belong to the creator. That's all!

PS2: Four updates today, but I'm really struggling with writer's block, so the next chapter will be a little late...

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