Chapter 844

: Well, Transformed Into A Demon~
Whoosh!
There was hardly any chance for the Crown Prince to speak.
The man’s draping sleeves billowed, leaving the crowd with a cold, mysterious silhouette.
At first, the Crown Prince thought the Emperor wanted to return to the temple. As he paced up and down, he realized that he was not heading to the temple, but the road to Buddhism.
The Crown Prince’s expression changed all of a sudden. He was dreading what would come after and immediately went with the clouds to catch up to him.
The man’s ghoulish aura was undeniably indomitable.
His cloak flapped violently against the wind as if it was protesting the Buddhist gospel with a dire desire to destroy it!
His eyes were red with murder and his handsome face was filled with the stain of blood.
The Crown Prince stepped in the man’s way and gave him a stern warning,
Calm down!


Calm down?
the man cackled. His narrowed eyes were tinted red.
Every day he would brainstorm for the ways to meet her, regardless if it was the Buddhist Feast or The War of Tian Dao.
He thought that one day, she would definitely appear.
He came all the way just because he saw a glimpse of hope, but now he had made a fool of himself.
He was just panicking two days ago that she would never forgive him for losing the magical mirror.
Never in his wildest thoughts would he imagine him being replaced during the period of separating with her.
To pray a hundred years for the Buddhist gospel?
Huh. She always hated abiding by the rules and being restricted. Who would have thought that she would end up like this, all for Bodhi?
She was wrong about him. She thought he was harmless.
How could she ever belong to anyone else after she had gotten together with him?
Did she really think that by entering the Forbidden Land of Buddha, he would let go?
He would do anything to track her down!
Bang!
A tomahawk plunged from the skies above, piercing through the cloud drift above Mountain Tenya.
Millions of shards filled the skies and glimmered like exploded stardust. Out of nowhere, a skyscraping wave engulfed the vast space, wiping off all traces of existence.
The Little Shami who lived on top of Mountain Tenya lifted his head up. He could see swarms of magical beings far away. Above them, there was a man with a cape, levitating, with blazing flames behind him. There was a typhoon that stretched to the skies and penetrated the earth – the whole scene radiated evil.
Above the cloud drift, his silhouette was on its own, giving off an icy feel.
The man’s gaze landed on the Forbidden Land of Buddha. His hair was jet black and his eyes turned blood red. A sense of strong wickedness was hidden behind his well-defined features.
His gaze was deep and focused. The blood on his cheeks was like a written vow that nothing could stop him. His perseverance was bone-chilling.
The Hall of Great Strength was enshrouded with thick grey clouds.
Venerable could not stand it anymore. He descended himself and raised his Magic Pestle.
Bang!
The sound of the bell thundered across Xumi Mountain, awakening all the demons and immortals within the Six Paths. Their minds dwelt in unease.
Since ancient times, only monks who committed great sin were thrown into the Vajra Bell. When the bell was struck, their bones would be crushed to dust and their flesh torn into mince while they were still alive!
The Crown Prince could not take a step further.
The monsters and demons backed off and the darkness faded.
Suddenly, the spirit bells chimed. Every demon, creature, and ghoul known to man was released, infuriated and full of evil. Bony fingers of the starved ghosts reached out from the gates of Hell. Then, a tidal wave from the Sea of Blood arose.
The mythical soldiers from Tian Dao stopped in their tracks.
The Emperor was on the top of Trayastrimsa heaven. His body was levitating in mid-air. Behind his flapping coat was a face that was already stained with blood.
Venerable choked on his aura, a mouthful of blood was spurted out from his throat. He recited Amitabha and put his hands together devoutly. Then, he took a seat on a lotus and questioned the man.
Emperor, you cannot take away Tian Dao or Buddhism. So, do you really want to eradicate Buddhism?

The man smiled. His face resembled that of a Fallen Demon, even his conscience was disturbed. His eyes were different – one of them mirrored the gold of Tian Dao, while the other mimicked the red of hell.
He gave Venerable a look from above, the coldness from his lips could turn anything into ice.
Venerable sighed,
What for? You should know, the one that she likes isn’t you,
he said calmly. However, it sounded like a blaring alarm by the man’s ears.
A clap of thunder boomed!
The bell started thundering more frequently as though thousands of soldiers were galloping by on their horses, or as though the sky was pouring with thunder and lightning.
Nonetheless, nothing shook him more thanVenerable’s words.
The one that she likes isn’t you.
It rang by the Emperor’s eardrums. His blood rushed to his head, and immediately he whipped out his mythical ax!
Bang!
A corner of the Vajra Bell was destroyed!
Venerable was shocked as he snapped his head back!
Monsters and demons rushed out from the broken clock, screeching and howling to their demonic pleasure – it was a depiction of hell!
Buddhism had never encountered a threat as great as that for the thousands of years it had existed.
For the first time, Venerable who was seated on top of the lotus felt a wave of regret wash over him. If he knew this was going to happen, he would never have caged Phoenix.
The True Buddha did not belong to anyone yet. He was just a substitute for many years. He thought he had the world in his hands, but he never thought that this would happen.
Amidst the fog and clouds was the man who grabbed the Venerable’s throat without hesitation.
Venerable glared at him. His voice was hoarse and with difficulty, he forced out a raspy whisper,
If you ruin Buddhism, the Phoenix will not live long.

The man’s fingers jolted, his eyes became cold.
Never would I have thought that Buddhism would end up like this. No wonder the True Buddha has not been chosen yet.


Amitabha, problems regarding love are always hard to avoid.
Venerable looked dead into the man’s eyes.
With expectations come pain when they are unable to obtain what is desired. If you desire to return to Buddha’s gate, you will receive good karma. Unfortunately, Emperor, you were in distress and confusion, you missed Buddha’s gate once again. Now, Emperor, it is an invitation for you to enter Buddha’s gates if you wish.

The man smirked,
Who says I failed to obtain it? I know that as a god in Tian Dao, I will never be able to run away from Buddha’s sight. However, if I am not a god anymore, I can kill you, and that will not matter.

Venerable was dumbfounded upon hearing that. The man did not wait for a response.
Every single person around them transformed into the Dharma of Chaos. There were black feathers everywhere, filling the skies and covering the land. One by one, they pierced through his chest!
The hell broke loose. The ground began to tremble and stones started to crack. Fire blazed from the core of the Earth and black feathers zoomed upward, spiraling around the man’s legs.
The man’s grin grew wider as the cold wind roared, it was full of viciousness and disdain.
Venerable would not have thought that he would give up his divine psyche just like that!
Outside Ninety-ninth Heaven, the Crown Prince of Tian Dao suddenly noticed the chaos. He dropped everything and looked at the sky, dumbfounded.
What…what…what is this—?!

Someone wanted to fall from heaven and transform into a demon!!?
Boom!
The bell crumbled and copper pieces plummeted, creating deafening sounds of destruction.
Subsequently, countless black feathers that had aggregated into clumps came from the horizon, all of them targeting Venerable’s body!
Among the thundering and rumbling, the man was laughing uproariously,
If I become a demon, how can Buddha ever deal with me?

All of a sudden, the innumerable black feathers tossed and raged, turning into the endless Sea of Blood!
Every living being from Tian Dao was in treachery. The path in front of them was unclear as if shrouded by mist.
Without making any move, the man parted with his divine psyche. He leaned backward with a soft smile on his face, his clothes drifting with the wind as he descended into a demon.