After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

He glanced back.

The two stunningly beautiful women collapsed to the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, shaking like withered leaves in the autumn wind.

Their eyes were complex, filled not only with extreme fear, but also with a dependence and moisture that they themselves could not comprehend.

Zhou Ran shook his head inwardly.

Flowers grown in a greenhouse are ultimately a burden.

Ultimately, it was all thanks to their wonderful master, who treated the two of them as mere "vessels" to enhance their cultivation.

If they had been given some real combat experience, they wouldn't be so pathetic.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth. The intense pain from his severed arm and the blood loss only made his mind clearer, and he forced himself to find a way out of this desperate situation.

Physical attacks will be directly eliminated.

The magical energy will be completely absorbed.

The Devouring Divine Power that he relied on to dominate was completely erased from the level of "existence" the moment he came into contact with that thing.

This monster is immune to all damage.

But why was that old monk named Lingxu able to suppress it for so long with his broken golden body and depleted magic power?

What does the old monk have?

The golden body has been broken, and the magical power has been exhausted.

What remains is only the "power of vows" in Buddhism.

That is a manifestation of will.

"夷" means loopholes in the rules, or "nothingness".

Buddhism, on the other hand, cultivates "emptiness".

Using "emptiness" to contrast with "nothingness"...

A fierce glint appeared in Zhou Ran's eyes; it was the resolute determination of a gambler who had staked everything.

Let's take a gamble.

He abandoned all thoughts of attacking and instead sat down cross-legged on the spot!

This action left everyone present stunned and completely baffled.

The blood gushing from his severed arm stained the ground beneath him, but he seemed oblivious to it.

The gray chaos that devours everything has opened its invisible maw, but he doesn't care.

Zhou Ran raised his only remaining right hand in front of his chest, forming a standard Buddhist mudra.

He closed his eyes.

This man, who was filled with demonic energy and killed at will, and whose arm had just been severed, exuded an incredible solemnity.

This scene is utterly absurd.

"Namo Ratna Trayā..."

A deep, hoarse chanting voice came from Zhou Ran's mouth, each word carrying a strange penetrating power.

The Great Sun Tathagata Purification Mantra.

Back in Zhenhun Temple, Master Lingxu gave him this instruction to suppress the ever-growing remnant soul of Ye Futian within him.

Now, it has become his only gamble.

The moment the scripture began to play, the surging demonic energy within Zhou Ran's body was forcibly reversed by an extremely yang and powerful force!

A golden halo rose from his blood-stained body!

Just then, the giant mouth of "Yi" fell down, about to uproot the crying mushroom spirit!

hum-

A visible ripple appeared in the air.

The unstoppable mass of gray chaos suddenly slowed its downward momentum.

It was as if I had crashed into an invisible wall, or as if a high-speed machine had been shoved with a steel rod.

Each Sanskrit syllable condensed into a golden character in the air, continuously imprinting itself onto the gray mist.

efficient!

Su Qingwu forgot to cry, her little mouth opening into a circle.

This devil is trying to drain them dry to make them into batteries...

Are they chanting scriptures?

Moreover, this Buddha's light was even more authentic than that of the abbot of Shuiyue Nunnery she had ever seen!

As the chanting of Buddhist hymns reached their ears, the surging tidal energy within her and her sister subsided.

Even the mushroom spirits in the soil were stunned.

The two mycelia forgot to cover their faces, looked at Zhou Ran, then at the sluggish monster above their heads, and blinked their little eyes repeatedly.

"Holy crap..."

"Dude, you've got way too many different kinds of knowledge!"

Dual cultivation of demon and Buddha?

This approach is really unconventional!

But the most distressed people on the scene were not the "Yi" who were blocked.

Rather, it was something that existed in Zhou Ran's mind.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Deep within his consciousness, Ye Futian let out a shrill scream that went from shrill to hoarse.

This "Mahavairocana Buddha Purification Mantra" is merely an obstacle to the "barbarians".

For his remnant soul, it was like a thousand needles piercing his heart and boiling oil being poured over his soul!

Stop!

Stop right now!

"You little bastard!"

You're not helping it, you're helping me transcend!

Ye Futian's remnant soul churned violently within Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness.

Strands of black smoke rose from his illusory body, and his soul thinned at a visible speed.

Buddhism and demons cannot coexist.

Zhou Ran used himself as a battlefield, forcefully urging the Buddhist mental techniques, and the first sacrifice was the old demon residing in his body.

"It hurts so much!"

shut up!

Stop reading!

Zhou Ran ignored him and instead sped up his chanting, his voice growing louder.

"...Vairocana, the Bodhisattva of Compassion..."

Zhou Ran!

You're insane!

Do you want to die with me?!

Ye Futian finally became afraid, and his voice became pleading.

I'll teach you!

I'll teach you how to kill it now!

Shut up!

Zhou Ran's lips curled into a cold smile.

As expected.

If you don't listen to gentle persuasion, you'll behave if you use force.

That old geezer just needs to be taught a lesson.

Going back 100,000 years, he admitted that this old Deng was very powerful.

But this is Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness.

Old Deng still needs to practice.

Zhou Ran didn't stop immediately, and recited a couple more sentences.

Only after Ye Futian was tormented to the point of near death did he open his eyes.

The single arm still stood in front of his chest, but his eyes were filled with icy coldness and calculation.

"Master, are you alright?"

I had no other choice!

It truly hurts me more than you hurt yourself!

Zhou Ran mentally sent a message to himself, then beat his chest and stamped his feet in frustration.

"you……"

Ye Futian's soul convulsed uncontrollably, the lingering influence of Buddhist teachings piercing his heart and bones, making him dare not utter another harsh word.

He suppressed his humiliation and stared intently at the gray mist through Zhou Ran's eyes, his voice heavy.

"Idiot, what do you think you're chopping?"

Ghosts?

Spirits or monsters?

You are wielding a knife against the Tao!

This thing is neither alive nor dead, neither existent nor nonexistent; it is a 'scar' left behind when the laws intertwined at the beginning of the creation of this world.

It has no physical form because it is part of the 'rules' itself.

A rule called 'Erase'!

Ye Futian took a breath and continued, "'Yi' is the simplified form of the Great Dao!"

At this point, Ye Futian's voice suddenly stopped, and a kind of trepidation that he himself had not anticipated surged up from the deepest part of his remnant soul.

He seemed to be caught up in some ancient and terrifying memory, and even his voice became dry.

"One hundred thousand years..."

I almost forgot...

It's her!

"Moon Emperor!"

Ye Futian's roar echoed in Zhou Ran's sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, there was no anger, only a mixture of boundless hatred and profound fear.

"Who?"

Zhou Ran's mind raced.

"The strongest opponent in my life!"

A madwoman who has entered the path of 'death'!

Ye Futian explained through gritted teeth.

"Nine heavens and ten earths, all realms stand in their own way, including immortals, demons, humans, monsters, the underworld, and beasts."

But she alone walked a path no other living being had ever imagined; she single-handedly created the seventh realm—the Void Realm!

"The virtual world?"