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The True Monarchs descended, and all fell silent.

Those figures, standing atop the dark clouds, each a universe unto themselves, needed neither words nor action. The mere weight of their descending gazes seemed to forcefully suppress the World Honored Golden Light on Spirit Mountain’s peak, causing the once-tyrannical and supreme radiance to congeal.

The air grew thick as Golden Liquid, and the flow of time became strange and unpredictable.

Even the eternally echoing Brahma Chanting and the resonant hum of the Laws seemed to be cut off by an invisible barrier, growing distant and indistinct.

Qi Yun’s head was bowed, but his gaze was locked on the pure golden ground beneath his feet, which reflected the standoff above.

Gazing at the figures—blurry, yet so majestic they were suffocating—a chaotic and bright yellow light flashed violently in the depths of his eyes.

’Just as I thought!’

’The establishment of the Earthly Buddha Country, the convening of the World Honored One’s Zen Assembly, and even the public "display" of the Heart Sutra... All of it, every last bit, was just moves on a board being played by higher beings!’

’Their target was this very moment—the instant the World Honored One’s figure manifested, aided by the scripture and the Wish Power of all living beings!’

The Buddhist Cultivators sought to use this to lay the foundation for their Buddha Country and connect with—to "awaken"—the will of the World Honored One.

And the True Monarchs, like the most patient of hunters, had long been lying in wait, ready to bare their fangs at this most critical juncture.

Amid this standoff, where the world had frozen and the atmosphere was suppressed to its absolute limit, the six previously silent Buddhist Cultivation Bodhisattvas below finally moved.

They slowly raised their heads, their gazes devoid of sorrow or joy, as if capable of containing everything yet indifferent to it all. Their eyes pierced through the barrier of their own World Honored Golden Light, calmly "looking" toward the figures of the True Monarchs on the clouds.

Six majestic auras, just as vast as the True Monarchs’ but with a completely different Dao Rhyme, began to stir like mountain ranges awakening from an ancient slumber.

Though they hadn’t fully erupted, they already caused subtle cracks to appear in the surrounding space as it struggled to adapt.

The Dragon Elephant Wisdom Bodhisattva, whose indistinct form shimmered within a flowing, seven-colored Buddha Light, gently stepped forward.

He pressed his palms together before his chest. A voice, peaceful and deep, yet seemingly capable of propping up the heavens and suppressing legions of demons, echoed clearly between Heaven and Earth like the voice of an Ancient Buddha from an age before kalpas:

"Praise to the World Honored One."

"Fellow Daoists from the heavens, you have come from afar to gather outside our Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm..."

The Dragon Elephant Wisdom Bodhisattva paused. Within the seven-colored Buddha Light, his eyes, which seemed to encompass the Ten Thousand Laws and evolve all of creation, reflected the silhouettes of every True Monarch on the clouds. His voice remained tranquil.

"Have you, perhaps, come to hear the World Honored One’s Supreme Techniques and comprehend the true meaning of our Buddha’s Compassion?"

"Hehehe..."

A light, ambiguous chuckle drifted down from the clouds. It wasn’t loud, yet it strangely neutralized the grand, heaven-propping, demon-suppressing cadence of the Bodhisattva’s words.

The speaker was a figure standing at the edge of the cloud tide. He displayed no spectacular phenomena around him, only countless seal script characters of the Great Dao. Fine as motes of dust, they seemed to contain the supreme principles of Heaven and Earth as they slowly flowed, died, and reformed around his body like living things.

These characters varied in color and were infinitely complex in structure. They interlinked, vaguely forming the phantoms of miniature yet complete Talismans, as if they were inferring some sort of general principle that encompassed the entire Talisman Dao.

It was none other than Everlasting Talisman Inference True Monarch of Nine Kings Mountain!

"The Dragon Elephant Bodhisattva is not wrong," Fu Yan True Monarch’s voice carried a steadiness and precision, as if every word had been meticulously calculated.

"The World Honored One’s Techniques are peerless throughout history and contain the opportunity for transcendence. Never mind us—if the sun, moon, and stars of this Profound Yellow world, its mountains and its rivers, had any consciousness, I fear they too would want to come and listen."

’It’s him!’

Down below, the moment Qi Yun heard that voice and felt that unique Talisman Dao aura, it was as if a bolt of lightning had split his mind!

Years ago, when he had secretly learned their sect’s treasured secret, the [Three Rivers Cold God King Talisman], he had been detected by this very True Monarch’s remote senses!

If the [Magic Technique Panel] hadn’t displayed its miraculous power at the last moment, he would have long since been captured from afar by this True Monarch, his fate uncertain!

"If you have truly come with a sincere heart to listen to the dharma," one of the six Bodhisattvas, the Prison Guardian Vajra Bodhisattva—clad in a jet-black kasaya, his face archaic and his aura as heavy and solid as a primeval mountain—spoke slowly,

"why not descend from the clouds and come to our Buddha’s Pure Land in person to listen quietly before the World Honored One’s seat?

Hovering beyond the heavens—is that any way to listen to scripture and honor the Buddha?"

"Spirit Mountain’s Buddha Light may be brilliant, but the waters of this Sacred Land run deep."

Another True Monarch on the clouds chimed in, his voice ethereal and seeming to come from all directions at once.

This person’s figure was shrouded in a hazy mist of starlight. Faintly visible, he stood upon the phantoms of celestial stars, a Loose Cultivator True Monarch known by the title Floating World Star Inference.

He chuckled, his tone tinged with a playful and detached air:

"We’re fine watching from a distance, lest... we get our socks wet.

The view up here is wide and open. It’s quite nice, quite nice indeed. So don’t you Bodhisattvas trouble yourselves over us."

"A Buddhist Sacred Land has its own laws." Among the six Bodhisattvas, the one with the most fiery and domineering aura, his body wreathed in Demon-Suppressing Flame and a vertical eye on his brow—the Vidyārāja Bodhisattva—suddenly strode forward. His voice boomed like thunder, filled with undisguised aggression and intensity.

"Since you have entered Spirit Mountain’s territory, you will follow Buddhist etiquette!

If you have no intention of listening to the scriptures, then please take your leave at once!

Do not disturb the World Honored One’s assembly or defile this pure Buddha Land!"

"Hah."

A scoff—extremely faint, yet perfectly clear, as if it could pierce through all illusion and obstruction—suddenly rang out!

The scoff was accompanied by a Sword Intent that descended with it—as brilliant as the rising sun, as biting as primordial ice!

Somewhere on the clouds, a figure abruptly came into sharp focus!

The "Dao" he represented was like an unsheathed, peerless divine blade; wherever its edge pointed, the Ten Thousand Laws retreated and all mist was forced to disperse!

The man wore simple green robes and carried no sword, but he himself was a sword!

A sword that severed karma, split chaos, and sought the Dao from the very heavens!

His face was ordinary, save for his eyes. They were as clear as a newborn’s, yet as deep as if they held the essence of every Sword Dao from antiquity to the present.

It was the Sword Pavilion’s Qingyuan Dao Seeking True Monarch!

He calmly "looked" down at the Vidyārāja Bodhisattva and the vast Buddha Light enveloping Spirit Mountain. His voice wasn’t loud, but each word scraped like a sword’s edge across glazed tile, carrying a resolute indifference that permitted no doubt:

"Ridiculous."

"This place is the Central Earth, borne by the Profound Yellow world."

"We come and go as we please."

"You people..."

He paused slightly. His gaze seemed to pierce through the Vidyārāja’s flames, staring straight into his core, and his voice suddenly became incomparably sharp:

"Did you really think that by scattering some Buddha Light, building a few temples, and deluding a few fools..."

"...this land now truly belongs to you?"

The hum of the sword was the sound of the Great Dao itself!

Invisible Sword Qi spread with his words, causing the dense, almost tangible World Honored Golden Light below to ripple faintly, as if being cut and tested by countless invisible blades!

"Amitabha Buddha..."

The six Bodhisattvas, along with the Vidyārāja whose flames had just surged in response to True Monarch Dao Seeking’s words, all chanted the Buddha’s name in unison.

In the sound of their chant, not a trace of peace or Compassion remained—only the heavy, resolute finality of an impending storm.

"If that is how it must be..."

The Dragon Elephant Wisdom Bodhisattva slowly parted his hands, forming a complex and arcane Prajna Vajra Seal before him.

"...then we..."

The Prison Guardian Vajra Bodhisattva’s jet-black Buddha Light flared. Beneath his feet, a phantasmal dark land appeared—the Prison Suppression Buddha Land! It was a boundless expanse filled with chains that crisscrossed the sky, suppressing infinite demonic shadows.

"...will have no choice..."

Seven-colored Buddha Light, wrathful flames, pure wish-light, the glow of wisdom... The other four Bodhisattvas simultaneously unleashed the oppressive might of their own fundamental Bodhisattva Dao Fruits!

"...but to be discourteous!!!"

Six furious shouts merged into one, transforming into a torrent of Laws that shook the cosmos as it surged skyward!

"RUMMMMBLE—!!!!"

Heaven and Earth were instantly drained of color!

With the six Bodhisattvas at the center, a series of vast, boundless phenomena, each containing the Fundamental Dao of its respective Bodhisattva, erupted into existence above Spirit Mountain, brazenly colliding with the Dao Rhymes of the True Monarchs on the clouds!

Behind the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Bodhisattva, the phantom of a colossal Ancient Dragon Elephant manifested, its head touching the heavens, its strength capable of uprooting mountains. Its trunk coiled around the Star River, its four feet stomped through the Netherworld, and seven-colored Buddha Light, woven from power and wisdom, flowed around its body. It raised its head and trumpeted, the sound waves solidifying into Vajra Wave Patterns that spread toward the clouds!

The dark land beneath the Prison Guardian Vajra Bodhisattva’s feet expanded in an instant. Countless black chains, as thick as mountain ranges and inscribed with Buddha’s Curses to suppress ten thousand demons, shot out from the depths. Like hundreds of millions of Celestial Dragons, they coiled toward the clouds, seeking to bind and seal both space and the Spiritual Mechanism!

The Vidyārāja Bodhisattva transformed into a three-headed, six-armed Vidyārāja Dharma Aspect, wreathed in world-ending azure flames. His six arms each wielded a Magical Artifact—a Vajra Pestle, a Demon-Subduing Sword, a Flame Wheel, and more. With each swing, flames that could incinerate mountains and boil seas mixed with gales that could shatter space, forming a domain of destruction that swept upward!

The remaining three Bodhisattvas either manifested an Infinite Light Pure Land that rained down showers of compassionate light to convert all beings; or unfurled a Prajna Wisdom Sea, stirring up a mental tempest that could dissolve the Ten Thousand Laws; or condensed an Immortal Golden Body that emanated a Dao Rhyme of indestructible solidity...

With the six great Bodhisattva Dao Fruits unleashed in unison, their powers stacking upon one another, they forcibly carved out an independent, temporary Realm above Spirit Mountain, one dominated by Buddhist Law!

However, that was not all!

At the very same moment the six Bodhisattvas erupted with their full power—

BOOM—

From the depths of the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm, from within its forest of pagodas, ten more powerful auras—just as vast and majestic, sharing the same origin as the Bodhisattvas but each with unique characteristics—suddenly arose as if awakened dragons!

Ten brilliant pillars of Buddha Light burst through the mountainside and buildings, shooting straight into the sky!

Ten phantasmal Bodhisattvas flickered in and out of view within those pillars of light!

Some held lotuses, their heads bowed and eyes lowered; some stood on auspicious clouds, their appearance solemn and dignified; some were shrouded in mist, their auras strange and unsettling; while others emanated Dao Rhymes of ferocity, wisdom, and Compassion similar to the first six Bodhisattvas...

Sixteen Bodhisattvas!

Within the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm, they had hidden a total of sixteen of the highest-level Buddhist Cultivator combatants—beings equivalent to the rank of True Monarch!

This was the true foundation, the true confidence, of the Overseas Buddhist Cultivators after their thirty-year journey to the east!

The ten newly appeared auras did not immediately join the battle. Instead, they rapidly connected and resonated with the auras of the first six Bodhisattvas, together forming the prototype of an even larger, more complex Supreme Buddha Array, with the entire Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm as its foundation!

It faintly surrounded and locked onto the True Monarchs on the clouds!

Between Heaven and Earth, Buddha Light and the various Dao Rhymes of the True Monarchs clashed violently, annihilating and regenerating in an endless cycle!

Space, like Broken glass, revealed a bizarre and grotesque, distorted tableau!

Turbulent currents of time spilled everywhere, and the threads of karma flickered in and out of existence!

The Laws wailed, and the Great Dao trembled!

A chaotic battle, grand enough to be recorded in the annals of the Profound Yellow world, was on the verge of erupting atop Spirit Mountain, at the very moment the World Honored One had manifested and the Zen Assembly had begun!

And below, the Arhats, including Qi Yun and the Crown Prince of Nanyin, were like lone boats in a raging sea, liable to be crushed to dust at any moment by the aftershocks of a clash that defied all imagination!

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