A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 628 Under the Crimson Lotus Blade, All Demons Die

"I'll show you right now that the difference in foundation and experience can't be bridged by these petty tricks!"

The fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva shouted, and all the light orbs that had flown into the underworld immediately merged into one, transforming into an unbearable ray of light that hung high above the tenth level of the underworld.

No, actually, the ball of light did not move its position.

However, once they were all combined, the entire form of the tenth level of the underworld naturally changed.

The vast structure that originally extended in all directions began to extend downwards, and everything was sinking downwards, except for the light, which remained at the same height, making it appear to exist at the highest point of the tenth layer of the underworld.

This is precisely a characteristic inherent to the God's Light Sphere.

Since ancient times, among the reincarnators, every being who has cultivated their complete Dao fruit has basically created a ball of light, or what is called the "central hub of the main god," according to their own preferences.

All the subsequent Reincarnator bases, chapter outposts, and so on that conformed to this preference, only contained projections that had differentiated from that sphere of light.

The ball of light summoned by the fake Ksitigarbha is the very same main god center created by the Venerable Void Calamity.

Moreover, it is not a projection, but its central entity.

The moment the divine light hung high in the sky, King Pingdeng was the first to sense something amiss.

His method of equality and emptiness, which could have existed in every part of the void at the same time, has now been directly suppressed back into the basic spatial structure and is subject to the restriction that "the same thing, at the same time, can only exist in one location".

This feeling is very unpleasant, as if a magnificent being that could fill the starry sky has been reduced to a shell the size of a fingernail.

He hadn't felt this sense of being confined by space for far too long.

However, since even his ally has been so greatly affected, the suppression of Master Qingdeng must only be more severe.

The sword light, which originally seemed to stretch to the ends of the void and follow him like a shadow, is now separated from the true form of King Pingdeng by an extremely large temporal and spatial scale.

The hand seals formed by the fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva were all absorbed into the divine light above, and after being transformed by the divine center, they collapsed and pressed down again.

The Supreme Master Qingdeng stood alone in a corner of the underworld, surrounded by black and white sand swirling in the vast expanse. The void seemed to grow ever thinner, while the divine light descending from above grew ever more intense.

It was as if a surging luster, like a cataclysmic tsunami, was being unleashed on an ever-thinning layer of glass, endlessly washing over everything.

God!

His eyes seemed to flicker with strange war flames, and his expression became very solemn. Purple-gold light pierced through the long sword, igniting blue flames.

His magical power was completely transformed into Primordial Purple Qi, preparing to use this most creative and vital energy of the Great Dao to deal with the immeasurable impact.

The long sword flashed across the sky, blade pointing upwards.

Sure enough, the moment he came into contact with those layers of divine light waves, Master Qingdeng's body trembled, and a series of loud noises, as if time and space were collapsing, erupted from his body.

That was the sound of massive primordial energy bursting apart under unparalleled pressure.

The sharpness on the blade seemed even more intense than when he was chasing King Pingdeng, but it was still unable to cut through the divine light.

Those waves of light were like layers of light gauze, softly piled up, or like countless great worlds, generously distributed and suppressing every point on his blade.

This pressure further locked down the surrounding spatial and temporal order, leaving Master Qingdeng with no way to avoid it or relieve it. He could only rely on the foundation of his own primordial energy to withstand it.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

The fake Ksitigarbha stood closest to the ball of divine light and waved his hand.

Within the main god's central core, thirty-seven beams of light, like drifting galaxies, gently descended upon the heavily injured underworld emperors.

"The Great and Small Heavenly Arrays can be set up by thirty-seven people. Your injuries have improved, so go and avenge this wicked creature who has fooled us!"

The treasure called the Main God's Central Hub is not actually a magic weapon specifically used for combat, but rather focuses on abilities such as exploration, recording, teleportation, creation, and cause and effect.

Using such a treasure to directly attack a nine-star powerhouse may have miraculous effects, but it is by no means the best way to use it.

The best option would be for the fake Ksitigarbha to sit high above, fully utilizing the various functions of the main god's central hub to assist and urge these powerful beings into battle.

"Very well, very well! The Bodhisattva is wise and forgiving. If we cannot seize this opportunity to behead that scoundrel, we will have no face to follow the Bodhisattva into the mortal realm and enjoy any benefits!"

"That's right, that's exactly the point."

"Kill the Green Lantern, then slay Yama, and storm into the mortal realm to plunder and enjoy good fortune!!"

This group of underworld emperors all shouted loudly.

It's truly a case of "the mountains and rivers seem to block the way, but then a new village appears amidst the willows and flowers."

No matter how cunning and scheming the Supreme Master Qingdeng was, he could not compare to the profound foundation of the fake Ksitigarbha lineage.

Huang Yun and the others were ignorant of fate and chose the wrong path. In the end, it is still these old emperors who have the hope of returning to their peak, and even taking advantage of this calamity to go further!

The void trembled as the thirty-seven remnants of the universe suddenly merged together, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, bringing countless signs of tearing apart the universe and shattering heaven and earth. They revolved around a certain void, moving steadily, and rushed towards the Supreme Master Qingdeng.

Previously, the fake Ksitigarbha used his own magical power and four divine artifacts combined with the legacy of Ksitigarbha to form a Buddhist Pure Land, which was shattered in a single blow when faced with the great and small heavenly formations.

Although the formation of these thirty-seven Underworld Emperors is less powerful than the previous attack, Master Qingdeng's situation is clearly much worse than that of the fake Ksitigarbha back then.

If he were to be struck by this formation, Master Qingdeng would likely face the risk of his physical body shattering and being suppressed by the divine light of the main god's central core.

It's a pity that King Pingdeng didn't learn this demonic formation; otherwise, if he had joined it, its power would have been even more ferocious.

Now, he can only launch a surprise attack on Master Qingdeng from another direction while simultaneously charging directly at the formation.

Even the Supreme Master Qingdeng couldn't help but show a look of regret when he looked at this formation.

The fake Ksitigarbha, being in a high position, keenly observed this and felt even more pleased.

What is there to regret? Is it regret that after all your scheming, you ultimately failed?

Is it a pity that someone with the combat power of a Celestial Venerable is now going to be wiped out by a group of defeated subordinates who are on the verge of becoming Celestial Demons?

Not bad, not bad, that's exactly what I wanted to make you regret it.

The thunderous sound of the heavenly drum echoed in the heart of the fake Ksitigarbha, and the wrathful flames of the Bright King surged, all of which entered the main divine center above his head, causing the divine light emanating from the main divine center to form a continuous heavy pressure, which continued to accumulate.

Regret alone is not enough. When the Supreme Master of the Green Lamp is completely destroyed, his nascent Dao Fruit must be suppressed. All sorts of methods must be used to slowly wear him down and refine him, so that he can serve as the energy source for our side's future actions.

Only in this way can the hatred in the heart of the fake Ksitigarbha be somewhat relieved!

It can only be considered a partial explanation, because judging from the fact that the Supreme Master Qingdeng only had a whisk that kept changing, it was clear that his wealth was far less than that of the fake Ksitigarbha.

Even if they really skinned him alive, they probably wouldn't be able to make up for the loss of the four divine artifacts.

"Alas, while that Great Sun Tathagata skull possesses a certain domineering power, the Primordial Golden Pill is primarily characterized by its purity and richness. When refining these two main ingredients together, the Primordial Golden List was used, further diminishing the domineering nature and increasing the purity. Ultimately, using this clone to unleash my sword is still not satisfying enough..."

Master Qingdeng sighed and expressed his true regret.

The fake Ksitigarbha's expression suddenly changed, and the thunderous sound of the heavenly drum in his mind suddenly missed a beat.

King Pingdeng felt a slight jolt in his mind and spirit, and his whole body was suddenly covered in a layer of red light. The bewitching red flames covered his entire body and burst forth.

"Red Lotus Karmic Fire?!"

When King Equality was forced to appear in the void and roared in anger.

The entire figure of the Supreme Master Qingdeng transformed into a humanoid purple aura faintly glowing with golden light, and suddenly moved backward, plunging into a large rift in the void of the underworld.

The void of the underworld had cracked open at some unknown time, revealing a magnificent and breathtaking landscape behind the crack.

The dark space is as black as ink, and within that ink, there are countless stars, ethereal starlight, and countless divine lights and spiritual radiances floating in this boundless starry sky.

The killing formation set up by the Underworld Emperor is already within reach.

Each of them once possessed a Great Dao Realm at its peak. The mere starry sky scenery was nothing to them. Even the weakest branch of the Boundless Spacetime tributary possessed no fewer celestial bodies than what they were seeing in front of them at its prime.

However, most of the celestial bodies within their universe are merely products of condensed energy and matter, and only through their vast amounts of matter can they play a role in spacetime.

The space scene before them, with each star radiating the primordial light of the universe, was breathtaking.

Simple primordial energy, physical matter, emptiness, etc., are no longer sufficient to describe the cosmic stars behind the great rift. Those spiritual lights contain all the characteristics of the former, yet surpass them.

It was as if a corner of the Great Dao was directly revealed before them; it was a thing of pure Dao, forever free from the danger of decay.

Such a scene caused even these long-decayed underworld emperors to feel a little dazed.

Just as they were in a daze, the space and the stars trembled, transforming into a wide sleeve that billowed out.

All that grand spectacle was actually just a battle robe.

The clone returned and merged back into the body.

Guan Luoyang emerged from the great rift in the underworld, his battle robes fluttering and his black hair slightly tossed. The trajectory of each strand of hair caused dragon roars to echo from the depths of the void and the chaotic sea, seemingly imbued with an incomparably rich spirituality, ready to directly give birth to countless divine dragons and demonic dragons from the chaos.

He seemed to be holding something in his right hand, but at that moment, no one could see what it was.

All the underworld emperors could see was a layer of crimson-gold flames swirling around his right hand before he unleashed a slash.

boom!!!

The Great and Small Heavenly Netherworld Formation emitted a roar that resounded throughout the eighteen layers of the underworld, as if it were stuck in the void, pausing for a moment in front of Guan Luoyang.

The thirty-seven interlocking cosmic remains, which were already exuding a deep aura of death, began to show bright, vibrant cracks.

Unlike the last time, this time it was attacked suddenly amidst internal turmoil.

This time, they suddenly felt an inescapable blade when the formation was at its peak.

These underworld rulers realized that when they saw that blade, it was already after that blade had taken their lives.

The cracks in the great formation spread out, like rugged brushstrokes, perfectly outlining a wild and flamboyant dragon, and a phoenix that exudes sharpness everywhere.

The dragon and phoenix circled each other, existing for only a moment before splitting into thirty-seven pieces.

The cracked remains of the universe repelled each other and were thrown out of the formation.

The true form of the Five Turbid Emperors was shattered after that one strike, their primordial imprint was destroyed, and their consciousness was completely severed, turning them into celestial demons.

Thirty-seven newly born Heavenly Demons could not possibly pose any threat to a nine-star powerhouse.

Only then did Guan Luoyang reveal the true nature of what he held in his hand.

A crimson-gold lotus flower bloomed above his right palm, its thousand petals radiant, and slowly rotated.

The fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could be vaguely seen through the gaps in the thousand-petaled lotus, with the bright light of a precious mirror, a floating staff, a resting bat-shaped knife, a fluttering whisk, and an eternal silver ball. There also seemed to be flowing knives and axes, and intertwined red threads.

Those staffs and silver balls, each exuding the power of a divine artifact, and that precious mirror looked somewhat familiar, leaving the fake Ksitigarbha King momentarily stunned.

However, the power emanating from these nine-star artifacts is no match for that of the crimson lotus itself.

The Ten Kings of Hell in the Underworld were originally at the level of Emperors, but after receiving the title of King, they could directly possess the strength of Heavenly Venerables.

However, the original Ksitigarbha was already a powerful being at the level of a true Buddha. If the power bestowed by the Heavenly Court were directly applied to his physical body, it would actually be somewhat of a hindrance and would not show the greatest benefit.

Therefore, when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was appointed as the Lord of the Underworld, this crimson lotus flower received the Heavenly Court's certification and blessing on his behalf.

It can be said that this thousand-petaled lotus flower is the one that truly represents the authority of the Netherworld Lord.

Within the realm of Taiqing Chiming's underworld, this lotus flower possesses power comparable to a ten-star supreme treasure.

"This is truly a pleasant surprise."

Although Guan Luoyang had made calculations and guesses about this beforehand, he still felt an unexpected sense of exhilaration when he truly experienced the power of the Thousand-Petaled Lotus.

Using such a treasure felt quite different from when he used the Primordial Golden List, which didn't belong to him.

For example, he can now even use the Thousand-Petal Lotus to envelop all his divine artifacts and magical treasures, transforming them back into a single blade.

The blade was shaped like a hawk's cry, its allure like a red lotus. The wielder suddenly smiled, dragging the blade as it soared into the sky.

"The supreme god, right?"

Guan Luoyang's fighting stance was completely different from that of his clone; his intent was sharp as a blade, his aura soared to the heavens, and he made no attempt to conceal his true intentions.

"It's man-made and hanging so high up. On my first day as a reincarnator, I thought about cutting that thing down!"

(End of this chapter)