Eternal God Emperor: My Simulated Path to God Emperor

The Buddha's light barrier was impenetrable and could not be shaken by one person alone. After some investigation, Yuan Qianmo could only give up the idea of ​​breaking into it and instead collect spiritual materials and sacred medicines along the edge of the mountain.

The vegetation atop Mount Ling has been bathed in Buddha's light for many years, and much of it has been sanctified. Although the group led by the Red Heart Divine Child had climbed the mountain first and gained the upper hand, they were in such a hurry that they did not have time to collect all the treasures in the mountain.

Yuan Qianmo possesses powerful spiritual energy, having reached the peak of the fifty-fourth level. As a Primal Cultivator, he is quite adept at treasure hunting.

In less than half an hour, he had already roughly searched the area and found over a hundred medicinal herbs of various sizes, which was quite a haul.

At this point, cultivators from all directions below the mountain also climbed to the summit one after another, only to be blocked by the barrier of Buddha's light.

On an inconspicuous mound of earth, Yuan Qianmo cut off a section of a seven-colored sacred vine.

"Seven colors like a rainbow, is this the legendary Rainbow Vine?"

Legend has it that after a highly accomplished Buddhist monk passes away, he will undergo a rainbow transformation. At the place of his passing, the earth will turn into seven-colored rainbow soil, and a seven-colored vine may grow on the rainbow soil, thus giving rise to the legend of the "Rainbow Vine".

Once the Rainbow Vine is lit, the fragrance it emits can help cultivators comprehend the rules of the Holy Path. In the Hell Realm, a three-foot-long vine, about the thickness of a finger, can be sold for at least ten Holy Stones.

The one in Yuan Qianmo's hand was as thick as an arm, of superior quality, and could be sold for at least tens of thousands of holy stones.

"This is only outside the Bodhi Temple, and so many spiritual materials and sacred medicines have already been discovered. I wonder how many treasures are inside the temple," Yuan Qianmo thought to himself.

Just then, footsteps came from afar, getting closer and closer.

Yuan Qianmo turned his gaze over and saw a young monk dressed in white robes slowly walking over with one hand held in front of his chest.

He was chanting Buddhist scriptures, and a six-tusked white elephant followed behind him.

The white-robed monk walked to a corner of the mound, closed his eyes, and chanted sutras incessantly.

Yuan Qianmo's gaze fell on the six-tusked white elephant. The six-tusked white elephant is a sacred beast of Buddhism, and its pure bloodline is even rarer than that of ancient remnants.

The white-robed monk continued chanting, and Yuan Qianmo finally couldn't help but speak up: "Master, aren't you showing me too little respect?"

Upon hearing this, the white-robed monk stopped chanting, opened his eyes, and looked at Yuan Qianmo. Seeing that he was completely unaffected by his chanting, a strange expression appeared on his face.

"You are indeed a vicious and wicked person. Even the Sixth Patriarch's Platform Sutra cannot influence you in the slightest."

Yuan Qianmo met his gaze and said, "Although cultivators from the Heavenly Realm and the Hell Realm are irreconcilable enemies, it's a bit unreasonable for you to call me a vicious and wicked person as soon as you arrive, isn't it?"

The white-robed monk clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra: "Where the Rainbow Vine grows, there must be a place where a high-ranking Buddhist monk has passed away. This mound of earth is most likely the tomb of some high-ranking monk. Your esteemed presence here, disturbing the spirits of the deceased, is surely an act of extreme wickedness?"

Yuan Qianmo glanced at the messy mound of earth and sneered, "I think it's you monk who has your eye on the Rainbow Vine here and wants to take it for yourself. Cultivators from the Heavenly Court are indeed hypocritical."

The fact that a white-robed monk could have a six-tusked white elephant by his side meant he was definitely a powerful figure in Buddhism.

Yuan Qianmo put away the Rainbow Vine, and the life and death energies gathered in his palm, transforming into a magic seal that flew out.

After breaking through to the Saintly Realm, the power of Yuan Qianmo's Saintly Techniques also became stronger. This strike, the Great Compassion Seal of Life and Death, was no weaker than a full-force strike from a Second-Step Saint King.

The white-robed monk spread his palms apart, a faint golden light emanating from his body, and softly uttered the word "Paramita".

Then, he pushed out with both palms, and the palm prints collided with the Great Compassion Seal of Life and Death. The Great Compassion Seal of Life and Death was shattered by the blow and turned into wisps of deathly evil energy.

The white-robed monk also took two steps back, leaving two footprints on the ground.

"Such domineering death energy, but the holy art is rather mediocre."

Yuan Qianmo remained standing in the same spot, one hand behind his back, his expression calm.

"Paramita Palm, are you a cultivator from the Western Buddhist realm?"

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk Amitabha, indeed comes from the Western Buddhist realm."

The white-robed monk clasped his hands together in front of his chest again, while the six-tusked white elephant silently circled behind Yuan Qianmo, forming a pincer attack.

"Who do you think it is? It turns out to be Amitabha Buddha's disciple, who ranks third on the 'List of Saints' Merits'. No wonder he was able to withstand my attack without a scratch."

A Buddha's son is not the Buddha's offspring, but rather the Buddha's true disciple. Only one disciple of the Buddha can be called a Buddha's son.

The disciple of Amitabha Buddha studied under an ancient Buddha in the Western Buddhist realm. Despite being a member of the Buddhist community, he ranked third on the "List of Saints' Merits," and countless cultivators from the hell realms died at his hands.

The situation within the Kunwu Realm's Merit Battlefield was mostly transmitted back to the Heavenly Realm and the Hell Realm in the form of a battlefield mirror image. Special figures like Amitabha Buddha's disciple were the focus of attention in the battlefield mirror image.

The Merit Star floats on the banks of the Milky Way outside the Heavenly Court, with the majestic Merit Temple stretching for thousands of miles above it.

At this moment, cultivators from all realms of the Heavenly Court gathered before the battlefield mirror on Merit Star. Countless cultivators were astonished by this scene.

"What is the origin of this undead cultivator? How could he possibly repel the Amitabha Buddha's disciple?"

"He is the son of the Death Clan's Primordial God, named Yuan Qianmo. This is his first time entering the Merit Battlefield. The Heavenly Court has very little information about him, and we never expected him to be so powerful."

Yuan Dingchu's name was widely known in the Heavenly Court because before he became a god, he fought on the battlefield of merit for many years and earned a great reputation.

"When facing cultivators from the Hell Realm, Amitabha Buddha's disciple always only kills and never saves them. It's really bad luck that Yuan Qianmo encountered Amitabha Buddha's disciple as soon as he entered the Merit Battlefield."

"It's hard to say. Didn't you see in the last exchange that Amitabha Buddha's disciple was actually at a disadvantage?"

"That was just a carelessness on the part of Amitabha Buddha's disciple. Besides, there is also the White Elephant King. The White Elephant King's strength is no less than that of the top thirty on the Saint Merit Ranking. Yuan Qianmo will surely be doomed today."

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The cultivators of the Heavenly Court were gloating, and many cultivators of the Undead Clan in the Hell Realm were also paying attention to this battle.

In the city of Futu, the Divine Eye of Myriad Realms projected scenes from various parts of the Battlefield of Merit. Yuan Lie followed behind the Great Sage of Cave Yin and the Great Sage of Star Devouring, watching Yuan Qianmo in the mirror image together.

"Junior Brother Qianmo is quite lucky, encountering a worthy opponent right away," said the Great Sage of Dongyin with a smile.

"Aren't you worried, Senior Brother?" Yuan Lie asked.

The Great Sage of Dongyin smiled and said, "You underestimate him too much. His cultivation has now broken through to the Supreme Saint level. In the Kunwu Realm's Battlefield of Merit, he may not be invincible, but there are only two or three people who can contend with him. This little monk from the Western Buddhist Realm is not worth mentioning."

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Yuan Qianmo was unaware of how many cultivators were watching this battle, nor did he care; his attention was entirely focused on the Amitabha Buddha.

The feeling he had of Amitabha Buddha was no less threatening than that of the kite; he was a very rare opponent.