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

"Bodhi could no longer contain himself." Yaochi looked at the round mirror and saw the endless stream of demon army entering the prehistoric world, surrounding Mount Ling. These demons were not highly skilled, but their numbers were enormous.

The Buddhas continued to chant Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddha's light spread out, annihilating countless demons. However, the demon army, which had accumulated for countless eons, still marched outwards, causing the many Buddhas in the Great Thunderclap Temple to dare not act rashly.

As the Taoist standing on a black lotus appeared, Bodhi, the guide, also stood before Mount Ling. Their expressions were solemn. Although this person was not a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, his aura surpassed that of a Quasi-Saint at the peak.

Upon seeing the twelve-petaled black lotus of destruction beneath his feet, the two men's pupils constricted sharply. However, behind them lay the ancestral land of Buddhism.

This is Lingshan, where layers of verdant peaks and golden terraces gleam in the sun. Rare flowers and precious herbs bloom everywhere, their fragrance spreading far and wide. The Seven Treasures Lotus Pond ripples with clear water, and white lotuses stand tall, exuding auspiciousness. The sounds of chanting echo around the mountain peaks, and bodhisattvas, arhats, and monastics reside in their respective treasure pavilions, surrounded by fragrant clouds and radiant light.

They cannot back down!

As soon as the Taoist priest appeared on the black lotus, all the demons bowed their heads. He wore a black wide-sleeved demon robe, with long black hair that reached his shoulders. His face was handsome and cold, with furrowed brows. He did not appear ferocious, but was full of grief and indignation brought about by the vanity of the world.

His eyes were as deep as a cold pool, his body was surrounded by dark karmic mist, and twelve black lotus petals floated beneath his feet, flowing with dark Buddhist light and demonic energy, the two energies intertwined and indistinguishable.

"Wu Tian, ​​a disciple of the Demon Ancestor, greets the two saints!" The voice was gentle, completely unlike that of a demonic person.

Zhunti tightened his grip on the Seven Treasures Tree, his voice hoarse: "Why do you possess the aura of Buddhist teachings?"

Wu Tian raised an eyebrow, his black robe gradually transforming into a plain white monk's robe, his eyes showing compassion and his expression showing pity.

"Amitabha, this Mount Sumeru wasn't always called that." Wutian chuckled. "Mount Sumeru was once the ancestral home of the Demon Clan. Even though you two have occupied it, it still has a connection with my Demon Clan."

The guide frowned deeply: "Who are you?"

"This humble monk is Wutian, born from the Black Lotus of Destruction, a spiritual treasure of the Demon Ancestor. I am grateful to the Demon Ancestor for not abandoning me and nurturing me. I can be considered the primordial spirit of the Black Lotus."

Wutian smiled and said, "Two saints, Buddhism is destined to suffer this calamity. This is the cause and effect between Buddha and demon. This humble monk shall enter Mount Ling and take charge of all Buddhas."

"You... How dare you!"

Before Zhunti could finish speaking, Wutian opened his palm, and a wisp of demonic energy appeared, condensing into a small spear about the length of a thumb. The familiar patterns and terrifying pressure made the two people's primordial spirits throb wildly.

"The God-Slaying Spear!" The guide's voice was hoarse; they had seen this object more than once.

Wu Tian smiled and said, "Indeed, but I wonder who has acquired this item?"

Bodhi sneered: "Go ahead and snatch it from the Ziwei Emperor, who is also the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Emperor."

Wu Tian's smile froze instantly. The Demon Ancestor had repeatedly warned them not to provoke the Heavenly Court.

"You jest, Sage. Since the God-Slaying Spear has been lost, it means it has no connection with my Demon Clan." Wutian stared at the two sages with his dark pupils. "My Demon Clan has only come to settle our karmic debts. Please make way, Sage."

Looking at the phantom of the God-Slaying Spear in his palm, the two sighed in unison. They couldn't stop it. Even though they had already advanced to the fourth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm, they still couldn't withstand this attack that contained the essence of the Demon Realm.

"His Majesty has issued a decree: your demon race may settle its karmic debts, but do not harm the innocent." The guide's voice deepened as he pulled Bodhi away.

Bodhi looked helpless. Since the Demon Realm hadn't sent a saint to take action, they could only watch.

"You should prioritize your own survival. If things become unbearable, then abandon Mount Ling." Bodhi closed his eyes, and his voice echoed through the Great Thunderclap Temple, causing all the Buddhas to sigh in despair.

Wu Tian chuckled lightly and climbed the steps one by one, entering the sacred mountain. As the demonic energy swept by, the sacred birds and beasts in the mountain became restless. The Kalavinka cried out mournfully, and the peacock and white elephant paced anxiously. Some of the sacred beasts were tainted by the demonic karma, their pupils turning dark red, losing their auspicious appearance and exuding a fierce aura.

The demon realm continuously unleashed demonic energy, and the once clear western sky was stained with layers of dark demonic mist. The golden glow was swallowed by the black fog, the sky dimmed, and the sun was shrouded in a gloomy gray halo. Instead of falling flowers, black demonic lotuses drifted across the sky, and wherever the petals fell, auspicious clouds instantly turned into turbid mist.

The demonic howls mingled with the original chanting, distorting the Buddhist sounds. They sounded like both persuasion and deception, disturbing the minds and spiritual hearts of all Buddhas.

In the Great Thunderclap Temple, Shakyamuni Buddha stood high on a lotus throne, his Buddhist light blocking the demonic energy outside the hall. However, the demonic energy was intense, and Wutian's twelve-petaled primordial spirit black lotus floated in mid-air, with huge lotus petals drooping down boundless black energy, causing the mountains of Mount Ling to tremble slightly.

Once a sacred site where thousands of Buddhas paid homage, half of it still retains the auspicious light of Buddhism, while the other half has become a demonic land, with light and darkness intertwined on Mount Sumeru.

"The shackles have been broken, the Heavenly Demon has descended upon the world, the old laws must be abolished, and the false Buddhas must be eliminated!" Wutian proclaimed loudly, and his demon sons and grandsons rushed into Mount Ling in a frenzy.

The gilded roof of the Leiyin Hall was shrouded in a dark, rusty veil, and the faces of the Buddhas carved on the beams and pillars gradually blurred, casting a fierce shadow over their precious images.

Black lotus vines sprouted from the cracks in the white jade steps, entwining the base. Scattered around the preaching platforms were the robes and prayer beads shed by fallen Arhats. Many steadfast monks and Arhats sat cross-legged in the hall, beads of sweat on their foreheads, their eyes closed as they resisted the intrusion of inner demons. The golden light of Bodhi around them flickered. If they relaxed even slightly, their minds would be eroded by demonic energy.

The Buddhas within the hall united their power, their chanting resounding and their light spreading, preventing demonic energy from entering the hall.

Wutian was not in a hurry. He watched as the demons invaded Mount Ling. Now, due to the karmic entanglement, the demons were rising while the Buddhas were falling. These people would not last long. At that time, the Buddhas should be worshipping me, the Buddha Wutian!

Lightning occasionally struck from the void, and heavenly soldiers and generals descended to capture the demons. Wutian showed no mercy, deeming them a bunch of fools. The Heavenly Emperor had already issued a decree, yet they still dared to act recklessly. They deserved to die.

……

"Your Majesty, there are... demons outside the South Heavenly Gate requesting an audience." Ji Meng reported directly upon entering the Longde Palace.

Now that the Demon Realm has descended upon the world, the guards of the four Heavenly Gates must not be relaxed. His Majesty has long arranged for Heavenly Gods and Immortals to guard the Heavenly Court, including the Four Heavenly Kings, the Four Heavenly Masters, and himself and Shang Yang, two Quasi-Saints at the peak.

Bai Ze and Tu Shan exchanged a glance in the hall, and even Taibai Jinxing looked puzzled. What were the demons doing in the Heavenly Court?

Haotian frowned slightly, and Yaochi was also completely confused. Why not take advantage of such a good opportunity to deal with Buddhism and instead come to the Heavenly Court to walk into a trap?

"Summon them!" Haotian rested his chin on his hand, wanting to see what tricks the demons had up their sleeves.

Venus bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the person who has come must be extraordinary. Your humble servant shall go and receive him."

He was, after all, a being at the third level of the Primordial Chaos Realm, which was enough to intimidate any demons who came.

Haotian nodded indifferently. Taibai Jinxing and Ji Meng walked out of the hall and soon returned with a man in black robes with a rugged face.