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

"Buddha, you have returned!" Wutian stood atop Mount Ling, stepping on the Twelfth-Petaled Black Lotus of Destruction, and let out a bitter laugh. "Fate, indeed, there is no place for my demon race to survive in this primordial world."

They searched for the reincarnation of Shakyamuni for thirty-three years, but found no trace of him. It turned out that the four disciples had hidden him away long ago.

The Buddhas on the Golden Lotus of Creation looked at him coldly, without the slightest sympathy. Demons were meant to be like stray dogs.

The fact that you have been granted the mandate of heaven for thirty-three years is already an act of great mercy from the Great Heavenly Venerable!

Now that Buddha has returned, Buddhism will finally break free from the influence of the demon race and, like Confucianism and Taoism, will be able to endure forever.

A look of admiration flashed in Maitreya's eyes. Regardless of Shakyamuni's background, he was able to preserve Buddhism through his own passing, making him the founder of Buddhism.

"Amitabha, this humble monk Maitreya, is willing to assist the Buddha in attaining enlightenment!" His eyes shone with golden light, and a pillar of light rose from Leifeng Pagoda in Jinshan Temple in Kyushu. A relic flew directly over. This relic had received the power of incense and vows for tens of thousands of years, and the power it contained was no less than that of a late-stage Quasi-Saint.

"Amitabha! We are willing to help our Buddha attain enlightenment!" All the Buddhas shouted in unison. Whether they were Bodhisattvas, Arhats, or Dharma protectors, they all bowed their heads and chanted Buddhist scriptures. Their bodies were filled with Buddhist light, which flew towards the head of the white-robed man who had already landed on Mount Ling.

"Disciple respectfully welcomes Master back to his position." Tang Sanzang bowed deeply, and with a dragon's roar, relics flew out from the top of Sun Wukong's head. The white-robed youth's eyes were filled with smiles, as if they were brimming with endless wisdom.

He gradually shed his mortal form, transforming back into the Buddha Shakyamuni. The golden lotus of creation, carrying the relics of ten thousand Buddhas, flew in from all directions, circling around his body.

Golden light dispelled the dark haze, and the Tathagata reassembled his golden body. The Buddha's light shone throughout Mount Ling. Having experienced the tribulations of sacrificing himself for Nirvana and the cycle of reincarnation in the mortal world, he saw through the falsehoods and evils of Buddhism in the past and cleansed himself of the karmic entanglements.

"Amitabha! Heaven's destiny is in my hands; this humble monk shall attain the Primordial Dao!"

Shakyamuni shouted the Buddha's name, and a monk and a Taoist appeared at the entrance to the Buddhist realm. They were about to unleash their spiritual treasures to stop the demon realm from continuing to spew demonic energy when their ears suddenly twitched, and they couldn't help but look towards the Heavenly Court.

A powerful aura emanated from Shakyamuni, and cracks began to appear on the lotus platform beneath Wutian's feet. His hair was half black and half gold, and he, along with the remaining demons and fallen Buddhas, poured out their demonic and Buddhist essences and rushed forward.

The Golden Lotus of Creation cast down golden light to block the approaching demonic energy. A small pagoda with ten thousand rays of light descended from the auspicious clouds of Shakyamuni, surrounded by countless phantom images of spiritual treasures, carrying a powerful pressure that was about to crush Wutian.

"bite--"

The clang of metal clashing rang out, and shockwaves shattered the clouds. Shakyamuni's eyes narrowed slightly. This Wutian...

Wu Tian's eyes lit up with joy, and he couldn't help but glance back at the Demon Realm. The demonic fortune dissipated, and the demonic origin contained in the illusory God-Slaying Spear was also weakening. Yet, at this moment, the will of the Demon Realm was empowering him, just as if he were in the Demon Realm, allowing him to unleash the power of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

Why is there no movement from Bodhi, who is clearly at the entrance to the Demon Realm?

The boundless residual demonic energy that permeated the area around Mount Ling and the void continued to converge on Wutian's body. The vast demonic clouds covered the sky and the sun, plunging the entire west into darkness.

A murderous glint flashed in Shakyamuni's eyes. This was Vulture Peak: "Wutian, do you dare to fight this humble monk from beyond the heavens?"

A major battle here could easily damage Mount Ling, rendering all of Buddhism's tens of thousands of years of accumulation futile.

If Wutian were to have another moment of despair and self-destruct...

"Since the Demon Realm is helping me, why should I give up my advantage?" Wutian sneered. Although he didn't know what the Demon Ancestor was doing, he couldn't back down.

"You..." Shakyamuni's eyes flashed with anger as he glanced at the two, including Amitabha Buddha, wondering why they didn't make a move.

Amitabha Buddha sighed, "They dare not!"

Just then, the Nine Heavens Star River roared and trembled, many great supernatural beings were stunned, and some even proved their Dao.

All the stars in the heavens bowed their heads in reverence, and the Zhou Tian Star Lords all danced with the acquired treasure, the Star Banner, pouring star power into the lower realm in an endless stream.

On the earth, a great formation rose from the ground, manifesting the phantom of Marshal Xuantian Zhenwu. Tortoises and snakes roared, and a phantom of a barefoot Taoist appeared. Five hundred spirit officials and Zhou Tian Xingjun shouted in unison, "Please, Great Emperor, subdue the demon!"

A Taoist priest dressed in the Purple Emperor's robe appeared, his figure merging with the illusory image of the great formation. He was in charge of the order of the stars and had been observing the Demon Buddha's Great Tribulation for thirty-three years. He used the tribulation fire of the world to temper himself. At the end of the great calamity, he drew upon the ultimate Yang source of the stars, and pure Yang subdued demon golden light emanated.

"The way of movement and stillness is the interplay of tension and relaxation, the embracing of yin and yang, the return to oneness in Tai Chi!"

Xuan Tian's eyes were calm. The pure yang demon-subduing golden light, interwoven with gold and purple, burst forth from his primordial spirit. The golden light was vast and boundless, not harming living beings, but only purifying karmic demons and dissolving inner demons and demonic energy.

Where the golden light passed, the pure yang fire spread, and the remnant demons that occupied the sacred mountain melted away like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. The karmic fire and demonic miasma that had corrupted the spiritual veins of the mountains and rivers were extinguished inch by inch, and the innate heavenly demons that scattered and fled turned into nothingness upon contact.

At the moment when the pure Yang subduing demon golden light swept across the three realms, he threw out a black divine spear filled with baleful energy. The origin of the demon realm was instantly activated, and Wutian groaned as the twelfth-grade black lotus of destruction dragged him backward.

The true God-Slaying Spear, and he sensed the demonic origin within it. Three figures emerged from Xuan Tian's primordial spirit one after another, and then merged into his body one after another. Under Shakyamuni's envious gaze, a powerful aura rose from Xuan Tian's body.

A purple-gold imperial aura permeated the heavens, causing all the stars in the sky to roar and pay their respects, and all living beings bowed their heads in congratulation.

Seeing that Wutian was about to escape into the demon realm, Shakyamuni's eyes flashed with anger. He had occupied Mount Ling for so many years and still wanted to leave.

"Freeze!" Xuan Tian shouted, his eyes shooting out two divine lights, one black and one white, which evolved into a Tai Chi phantom in the void. As the Tai Chi rotated, a Daoist aura spread out, and all things suddenly became strange. Some moved as usual, while others remained still.

The black lotus beneath Wutian's feet kept spinning, yet he couldn't take another step forward. His expression was one of astonishment, his face frozen in shock.

Xuan Tian glanced at him, then walked to the top of Mount Ling. The golden light of subduing demons radiated outwards from him, and the golden lotus of creation beneath Shakyamuni's feet also emitted boundless Buddhist light. The two joined forces, and Wu Tian's demonic body crumbled layer by layer under the double attack of the Buddha's light and the pure Yang golden light.

Seeing the white-robed benevolent thought on the black lotus, Jieyin was about to make a move when Xuantian lightly waved his sleeve, absorbing the black lotus into his sleeve. His gaze turned to the western continent, where the chaos of the demons and Buddhas that had raged for thirty-three years had finally come to an end.

On Mount Ling, the black lotus withered and decayed, the Seven Treasures Lotus Pond rippled with clear waves again, and the white lotus bloomed once more. The remaining Buddhas and Bodhisattvas all bowed down and looked up at the two Primordial Golden Immortals.

"Thank you, junior brother." Shakyamuni smiled and gestured, and Xuantian returned the greeting, "Senior brother, you're too kind."

Amitabha shook his head. The Great Heavenly Venerable's plan was brilliant. Xuan Tian's attainment of Dao was directly at the third level of Hunyuan. The attainment of Dao through the Three Corpses, Qi Luck, and Laws was extraordinary, far surpassing that of Shakyamuni.

"After I have finished dealing with Buddhist matters, I will go to the Heavenly Court to pay my respects to the Great Heavenly Venerable." Shakyamuni nodded. The Great Heavenly Venerable is a kind person. The Pure Yang Subduing Demon Golden Light is so miraculous. My junior brother Xuantian could have easily attained enlightenment before him, but he still let him have his way.

Xuan Tian smiled slightly: "My senior brother once said that the Buddha would return in thirty-three years. I think we should wait a little longer."

What does that mean?

Shakyamuni was puzzled, and Bodhi narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, the sun star dimmed, and a cry resounded throughout the three realms.