Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

A century has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the peaceful and prosperous era, the human race lived in stability. One year before his death, Ying Zheng abdicated and passed the throne to Qin Er Shi, Fusu.

With the assistance of many schools of thought, the Qin Dynasty naturally did not experience any turmoil, and Ying Zheng was also guided by Venus to the Ziwei Star, becoming a subordinate deity of Xuantian.

As someone who almost sent people to the East Sea to seek immortality, Ying Zheng was extremely excited when he heard that immortality was possible. However, his professional ethics as an emperor made him work diligently for the country, and he only pursued immortality when his life was nearing its end.

Looking at Ying Zheng, who was wearing a black imperial robe on Ziwei Star, Haotian nodded in satisfaction. People from Huoyun Cave also went there at that time.

However, they dared not disobey the heavenly rules and could only wait for Ying Zheng to guide them after his death. But between living to cultivate immortality and dying to become a ghost immortal, and between the Heavenly Court and the Fire Cloud Cave, Ying Zheng chose the former without hesitation.

Of course, the merits were paid by Xuan Tian!

In exchange for a subordinate with the potential to attain enlightenment, Xuan Tian would naturally not be stingy.

Haotian glanced at Taibai and whispered, "In the past few decades, Ying Zheng has cultivated himself into an immortal. Let him go to the Underworld to formally establish the auspicious land of the Dragon Court."

Since the Zhou Dynasty was unable to control the various states, every state that claimed the title of king had established a royal court in the underworld, and the Qin state was no exception. However, Ying Zheng unified the human race and, as the First Emperor, he was the founding emperor of the Qin Dynasty.

In the underworld, all nations must submit to the Qin Dynasty, and the Qin royal court must expand to encompass all nations, a task that cannot be overseen by anyone other than the founding emperor.

"Your Majesty's decree is obeyed." Venus bowed and left Longde Palace, flying towards Ziwei Star.

"The people of the Hundred Schools are about to return, you... should make preparations." Haotian reminded the Three Pure Ones, who were calmly drinking tea.

Lao Tzu put down his teacup and replied with a smile, "Your Majesty, rest assured, things have been taken care of in the Underworld."

To ensure that Duobao is accurately reincarnated in the Western Continent, it is necessary to consult with Houtu and offer merits to the local deities to eliminate karmic debts.

Haotian nodded. Naturally, he was going to the Underworld. As the Heavenly Emperor, he couldn't openly initiate the Six Paths of Reincarnation and let Duobao become the leader of Buddhism, given the current conflict between Buddhism and Taoism.

If he does so, it would be an imperial decree from the Heavenly Emperor ordering Duobao to serve as the leader of Buddhism, which would be detrimental to the development of various Taoist traditions in the prehistoric world.

Laozi lightly moved his fingers, calculating, a relaxed expression appearing on his face. He took out the Spirit Mirror, manipulated it a few times, then put it away with a smile and said, "Done!"

The heavens and the Jade Pool all looked down to the mortal realm. Strange phenomena arose in the western continent: golden lions and white elephants soared through the sky, and the three great bodhisattvas were surrounded by golden flames and Buddhist light. A group of Buddhist disciples scattered heavenly flowers and played celestial music, while the fragrance of sandalwood and agarwood permeated the heavens.

In the Kingdom of Pure Joy, all the suffering and disease of its people vanished into thin air, withered trees sprouted new branches, treasures buried underground for a thousand years emitted golden light, and even the filthy streets and alleys became fragrant.

The Buddhas on Mount Sumeru lowered their gazes, and Dipankara Buddha rose from his nine-tiered golden lotus, a look of melancholy flashing in his eyes.

In the span of one epoch, he only advanced to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint. If he had another ten thousand years, he could break through to the late stage.

Pity……

"All Buddhas, heed my decree and follow this humble monk..."

Just as the lamp was about to speak, an immeasurable Buddhist light appeared in the void, and a cultivator dressed in gray robes emerged, with a welcoming banner above his head, and Buddhist light permeating the entire Mount Sumeru.

"Greetings, Amitabha Buddha." Dipankara Buddha dared not be negligent and quickly bowed upon seeing this. Some of the Buddhas looked uneasy, while others breathed a sigh of relief.

Jieyin's lips curled up, but his eyes were extremely cold as he looked at Randeng. He really did not expect that Taoism would act so quickly. Even before the Hundred Schools of Thought had returned, Duobao had already been reincarnated.

He knew nothing about this, which shows that the Three Pure Ones had been plotting for a long time. The three great Bodhisattvas, Cihang, Manjushri, and Samantabhadra, rushed to protect the Dharma. Even Qiu Shou Xian and Ling Ya Xian went. Were they afraid that Duobao's reincarnation would be nipped in the bud?

"I wonder if the Buddha has come with a decree?" Randeng's heart was pounding, but he still mustered his courage, looked up, and asked softly.

"Why pretend to be ignorant when you know the truth?" Jieyin glanced at him coldly, his gaze sweeping around the group. None of the Buddhas who met his gaze dared to raise their heads.

"The Heavenly Emperor's creation of the Spirit Mirror has made it easier for you to communicate." Jieyin's tone was somewhat desolate; otherwise, with such a significant matter, his frequent contact with these people would have surely been discovered by him.

Who knows, they might even have a group chat in their jade mirror called the "Duobao Reincarnation Project"!

Randeng breathed a sigh of relief. That's true, the Sage of Reception wouldn't kill him directly. Not only would that be a slap in the face to the Three Pure Ones, but he also carries the destiny of Buddhism!

"The Buddha is mistaken. A new Buddha is about to descend to earth to perfect the teachings of Buddhism."

"Is that so?" Jieyin looked at Randeng with a half-smile. "How could this humble monk, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas, not know of such an important matter?"

Dipankara Buddha, neither humble nor arrogant, said: "This is foreign Buddhism, which has been integrated with local Buddhism. Amitabha Buddha only needs to observe from the sidelines."

Jieyin laughed coldly: "Since taking charge of the Buddhist Yiyuan Society, your silver tongue has become even more impressive."

"I dare not praise you so highly, Buddha." Randeng remained silent.

"Let this humble monk see what abilities this new Buddha has?" Jieyin's gaze fell on the Pure Land of Joy. He had already appeared, while the Three Pure Ones had not yet shown up, which showed that they were confident.

With Cihang and several other quasi-saints protecting him there, Bodhi, the junior brother, cannot act rashly. Moreover, the disciples of the Hundred Schools have not yet returned, and Maitreya and Bhaisajyaguru are still trapped in the Nine Provinces. He can only wait.

Boundless golden light appeared and condensed into a huge golden lotus beneath him. Although it was an illusion, it exuded a greater pressure than the nine-grade golden lotus beneath Dipankara Buddha, and all the Buddhas bowed their heads.

On the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, as the stars rose into the sky, Princess Jing Le gently reached out and touched a flower branch. A baby was born safely from her right side, and the mother was without pain or fatigue.

In an instant, a golden light spread out, penetrating the three thousand worlds, even obscuring the light of stars. Mount Sumeru trembled slightly, and the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas were automatically smoothed out, with no waves.

Jieyin rose in shock, his gentle eyes filled with horror as he stared intently at the golden lotus beneath the infant. Its aura was gentle, subtly in line with Buddhist teachings, but his divine sense sensed that its power was even greater than Mount Sumeru.

"The Golden Lotus of Creation!" Jieyin murmured to himself. This was the most innate treasure that was most compatible with Buddhism. It was originally chosen by Yuanshi Tianzun. Later, he and his junior brother tried to find a treasure to suppress the fortune.

Now that they have been brought here by the reincarnation of Duobao, and have paid such a high price, what do they want to do?

"Whoosh—"

The three great bodhisattvas and Buddhas joined forces to cast a spell, sending down a gentle rain to cleanse the dust. Then, two dragon kings, Nanda and Bananda, appeared, one spouting warm water and the other spraying cool spring water. Two streams of fragrant water poured down from the clouds, washing over Prince Jing Le's body.

Celestial maidens, holding heavenly robes and jeweled canopies, stood in the air, while celestial music filled the sky, and datura and udumbara flowers fell to earth in an endless stream.

Amidst various strange phenomena, the prince finally opened his eyes. His eyes showed no trace of childlike innocence, as if he had seen through the world. He looked directly through the void at Mount Sumeru, where his gaze met that of the illusory figure of the golden lotus seated above him.

A faint aura of power emerged, and pure Buddhist light flowed down, gradually revealing a point of brilliant light that transformed into a warm, vermilion dot between his brows.

The crimson seal was exceptionally vivid, as red as blood, and contained an extraordinary pressure that dimmed the Buddha's light on Mount Sumeru.

No, that doesn't look like blood; it's a drop of blood filled with boundless sword intent!

"This...this..." Jieyin stood up in shock, staring dumbfounded at the scene. "How dare you?!"