Chapter 677
Using hot water to stop boiling
He pointed his finger at the Ming kings, insulting and belittling them to the extreme.
"Location determines one's perspective! They're stuck in their tiny corner of Mount Ling, their vision is pitifully narrow! No matter how powerful a little monster like this is, who knows where it came from, can it be more powerful than my Western Paradise? More powerful than the Sage of Guidance? How laughable!"
His expression was distorted by excitement and self-righteous "intelligence," and his voice rose, filled with a condescending sense of superiority.
"The most important task at present is to force you, Lin Zhu, to surrender and fulfill the Sage's decree! My mission is ten thousand times more important than your identity, Lin Zhu, or your pitiful schemes! Their vision is only fit to see the immediate gains and losses, while my vision extends beyond the Three Realms! It is supreme!!"
After making this extremely arrogant declaration, under the frustrated and resentful gazes of Vajra Yaksha and the others who dared not speak further, the White Lotus Child turned around and, facing the struggling Ao Lie primordial spirit in his hand, revealed a cruel and mocking sneer.
"Do you see that? Lin Zhu! This is the 'life' you risked your life to protect! In my hands, it's like an ant! Now, his primordial spirit is about to shatter!"
Then, the hand enveloped in the shimmering light of Buddha squeezed the weak, struggling dragon-shaped primordial spirit in its palm with a fierce squeeze!
"Pop—!"
After a soft sound, the primordial spirit light was completely annihilated!
As the video played, Lin Zhu seemed unsatisfied. With a slight thought, and in conjunction with the Jade Emperor's magical power, he extracted the final segment—from the White Lotus Child rebuking the Bright King to declaring his "supreme vision" and then crushing the primordial spirit—the most crucial part that best reflected the White Lotus Child's mentality. He then replayed it again above Mount Ling with even greater light and shadow and clearer sound effects!
Next, it's the second time!
A third time!
"This boy is the guide to the sage! He represents the sage's will!"
"My vision extends beyond the Three Realms! It is supreme!"
"Their vision is limited to seeing only immediate gains and losses..."
"Do you see that?... In my hands, they are like ants!"
"Pop—!"
The sharp, arrogant, contemptuous, and cruel voice of the White Lotus Child echoed again and again above the Great Thunderclap Temple. Combined with the subtle yet terrifying sound of the annihilation of the primordial spirit, it was like a demonic sound, fiercely washing over the eardrums and hearts of every living being present!
The Buddha's face froze completely, as if coated with a layer of white ash, his eyes glazed over.
The expressions of the three thousand Buddhas collectively froze, from initial terror to despair, and then to a near-numb ashes.
The White Lotus Boy himself was so terrified that he couldn't even groan. He just lay there, paralyzed like a worm waiting to be crushed.
The atmosphere in the arena, with each replay, became as stagnant and heavy as ancient ice! Every arrogant remark was like a resounding slap across Xitian's face, and like a cold dagger, cutting into the hearts of the dragon clan's powerful members, which were burning with the pain of losing their loved ones!
The air seemed to have stopped flowing. Only the suffocating sound and light play on a loop remained, silently accusing and mocking.
The smell of gunpowder in the room was already extremely strong, almost enough to ignite with a single spark! Lin Zhu not only lit the fire, but also thought it wasn't strong enough, so he brought over tons of explosives and started throwing them in!
He showed no sign of stopping when the White Lotus Child in the Haotian Mirror tortured and killed the White Dragon, especially the part that highlighted his extreme arrogance and stupidity.
Not only were they repeatedly replayed, but their details were magnified with magic, the lighting effects were maximized, and even... with a touch of wicked humor, the White Lotus Child's "I'm arrogant, what can you do to me?" attitude and the action of crushing the primordial spirit were flashed back and forth in the sky above Mount Ling using a fast-paced, repetitive editing technique similar to "ghostly" editing!
Those piercing words and those cruel scenes assaulted the senses of every living being present time and time again! This was no longer a simple revelation of the truth, but a naked and undisguised provocation! It was like taking the ugliest scar of the Western Paradise and dancing wildly and trampling on the most sensitive nerves of the Dragon Clan!
"Lin—Zhu—!!!"
The Buddha could no longer contain himself. His face turned as red as a pig's liver, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He pointed at Lin Zhu, his voice trembling and hoarse with extreme anger, roaring like a wounded beast.
"What...what exactly do you want to do?! What are your intentions in doing this?! Stop right now!!"
He was so angry he almost vomited blood. Lin Zhu wasn't clarifying the truth at all; he was clearly adding fuel to the fire, as if he was afraid the Dragon Clan wasn't angry enough and the Western Paradise wasn't dying fast enough!
Faced with Tathagata's furious roar, Lin Zhu simply turned his head slowly, his mocking smile not only unabated but even more pronounced.
He picked at his ear, as if he found the Buddha's voice too noisy, his tone so relaxed it was outrageous.
"Oh dear, Buddha, why are you so agitated? My actions are not directed at you alone."
He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the three thousand Buddhas whose faces were ashen, finally settling on Amitabha Buddha, who sat on the lotus throne, his breath already unsteady. His voice suddenly turned cold, each word like a knife.
“My target is your entire Western Paradise! Your so-called ‘Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss’ where you are hypocritical, scheming, treacherous, cruel, and bloodthirsty from top to bottom!”
He suddenly raised his voice, no longer looking at the people of the Western Paradise, but turning to the nine true dragons whose killing intent was almost tangible, his voice carrying a kind of inflammatory fervor.
"Esteemed Dragon Clan elders! You all saw it! You all heard it clearly! How the Little White Dragon Prince was tortured and killed by this Western Heaven Saint's 'good boy' like an ant, his body and soul annihilated! Did you all hear the sound of his primordial spirit shattering clearly?!"
Lin Zhu's voice, amplified by his magical power, resonated like a great bell, striking the hearts of every powerful dragon.
Why did Prince Ao Lie go to war? It was to seek justice for the hundreds of thousands of innocent lives slaughtered by the unjust army of the Western Heaven! It was to atone for the sins in his heart! He had a heart full of justice, yet he ended up like this!
As for the Western Paradise, not only did they show no remorse, but their disciples became even more arrogant, treating the dragon bloodline as worthless and the anger of everyone as nothing! They kept talking about "the highest vision" and "the will of a sage!"
He suddenly waved his hand, pointing at the light and shadow that was still playing on a loop, and said sternly.
"What's the point of keeping the Western Paradise like this?! They broke their alliance with the Dragon Clan first, then murdered the Dragon Clan's crown prince, and then framed and persecuted them. They have no credibility whatsoever! What merit do the Dragon Clan have on the journey to the West?"
"Haha, from the moment Prince Ao Lie's primordial spirit was annihilated, it was gone forever! Cooperating with such an ally is like seeking help from a tiger; in the end, only the dragon race will be devoured, leaving not even bones behind!"
“So—” Lin Zhu took a deep breath, his eyes burning, his voice resolute and full of encouragement and determination.
"What are you all waiting for? Such a treacherous, cruel, arrogant, and ignorant person should be avenged in blood and wiped out from the Three Realms!"
"Lin Zhu! You...you're being insolent! Shut up!!"
Amitabha Buddha could no longer maintain his compassionate and peaceful facade; his face darkened completely, like a cloud gathering overhead. His eyes, which seemed capable of holding the stars, now coldly stared at Lin Zhu, his voice still steady, but carrying an unprecedented threat and chill.
"The Western Paradise is the place where the faiths of the three realms converge, and the Pure Land carries the wishes of countless beings! Every blade of grass, every tree, every grain of sand, and every stone on Mount Ling is connected to the faith of hundreds of millions of people!"
If the Western Paradise is harmed, and the Pure Land collapses, then faith will backfire, karma will entangle, and countless lives will be lost. Can you, Lin Zhu… bear this immense sin?! If you dare to fan the flames and incite slaughter again, the Western Paradise… will never let this go!
He tried to intimidate Lin Zhu and exert pressure by using the concepts of "faith in the common people" and "karma and sin".
However, upon hearing this, Lin Zhu scoffed, his disdain and arrogance almost overflowing.
He met Amitabha's cold gaze without fear and retorted sarcastically.
"Faith convergence? Countless beings? Amitabha, you might fool those ignorant believers you keep in captivity, but you're trying to scare me?"
The smile on his face turned incredibly sarcastic.
"When the Western Paradise committed many injustices and slaughtered countless lives, did it ever consider the faith of the common people? When the White Lotus Prince tortured and killed the Dragon Prince, did it ever consider the consequences of his sins? Now that the truth has come out, it suddenly wants to use the common people as a shield? It's utterly ridiculous!"
Lin Zhu stepped forward, and his upright and righteous aura rose again, subtly resisting the Buddha's light. His voice was clear, yet it carried a cold and resolute tone.
"As for those beings of faith you mentioned... if they are merely mindless, brainwashed, and manipulated walking corpses, then their deaths... what do they have to do with me, Lin Zhu? In fact, if given the opportunity, I, Lin, wouldn't mind personally helping them... to ascend to paradise as soon as possible!"
These words are not a simple rebuttal, but a blatant and malicious provocation! They directly deny the very foundation of the existence of the Western Paradise and even express indifference and hostility towards its believers!
Amitabha Buddha choked, his breath caught in his throat, and his face grew even more ashen. He was about to explain the situation to the dragon clan again, attempting a final act of persuasion...
However, at that very moment!
The Mo Bai Dragon Emperor, who had remained silent all along and whose aura was the most ancient and obscure, seemingly integrated with the surrounding space and time, finally... slowly opened his dragon eyes completely!
There was no earth-shattering burst of power, but the moment those eyes opened, the entire space and time above Mount Ling seemed to freeze and solidify!
A frenzied killing intent and icy majesty, originating from the deepest, most savage, and purest part of the primordial wilderness, suddenly burst forth like a glacier that had been dormant for billions of years. It spread out silently, yet with terrifying force!
Mo Bailonghuang's gaze fell on Amitabha Buddha.
There was no rage or urgency in its eyes, only an absolute chill and decisiveness, as if it were looking at a dead object!
Its voice was incredibly old, as if it carried the dust of time, yet it was so clear that it seemed to resonate directly in the depths of everyone's soul, and every word contained a terrifying will to decide life and death.
"Betrayal of faith and oppression of the dragon race...unforgivable."
The Black White Dragon Emperor spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it shook the very souls of all who heard it!
"Mount Ling will be stained with blood."
"All Buddhas must pay with their lives."
"Let's do it."
The last two words, like the final judgment, are understated yet carry immense weight!
Upon hearing this, the entire Western Heavenly Spirit Mountain was instantly engulfed in boundless terror! All侥幸 (a sense of luck), all scheming, all delays vanished the moment the most ancient and powerful Dragon Emperor spoke, setting the tone! The Dragon Clan... no longer had any scruples!
"Oh dear, it looks like a fight has broken out."
Lin Zhu clapped his hands at just the right moment, a "gratified" smile on his face, as if he had accomplished a great deed. He winked at the pale-faced Buddha and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"You're welcome, it's what I should do."
"you……!"
The Buddha was so angry that his mouth twisted in rage. He pointed at Lin Zhu, his finger trembling, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
He knew it was all over! The Dragon Emperor Mo Bai's words meant that the Dragon Clan would no longer consider any karmic entanglements or the dignity of a saint; what they wanted was the most direct and bloody revenge!
The faces of the three thousand Buddhas were as black as ink, and many of those with weaker cultivation had already collapsed to the ground, their legs weak. The expression of compassion or solemnity that had been on Amitabha Buddha's face for so long finally disappeared completely, leaving only an almost icy calm. But beneath that calm was a surging anger and determination.
He gave Lin Zhu a deep look, the threat in his eyes almost tangible.
Lin Zhu simply waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies.
"You've already said those threats, how about something new? Oh, right, seniors of the Dragon Clan, time is precious, let's not keep these bald monks from the Western Paradise around for the New Year, they're an eyesore."
"court death!"
The Platinum Dragon Emperor could no longer contain himself; his icy voice tolled like a death knell.
"Let the dragon sweep its tail and whip these hypocritical bald monks to death!"
The Purple-Gold Dragon Emperor roared again, and its massive dragon tail, carrying the power to shatter galaxies, lashed down fiercely once more!
With the command of the White Dragon Emperor, the nine true dragons held nothing back! As the supreme race that has stood at the top of the world since the beginning of time, their bloodline is incomparably noble and their strength is terrifyingly unparalleled! If it weren't for the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity of that year, and the Great Dao of the Primordial World's intention to suppress and guide in order to balance the world, the Dragon Clan would have already truly dominated the universe. How could they allow a newcomer to surpass them?
Those tribulations were merely a balancing act by the Great Dao to "stop boiling water by adding more water," and the Dragon Clan endured the most brutal baptisms and survived to this day. Their strength and foundation are enough to contend with the so-called "destiny."
"Boom—!!!"
Nine true dragons attacked simultaneously! The scene was like the end of the world! There was no need for them to directly collide with the main body of the Great Thunderclap Temple. The terrifying pressure and aftershocks of the attack, which were simultaneously erupted and mixed with the power of nine different primordial dragons, caused the entire Western Heaven Spirit Mountain to emit an unbearable wail and violent tremor, as if it were about to completely disintegrate!
Space shattered inch by inch, the earth's veins churned and broke, and countless temples and pagodas collapsed like sandcastles!
"puff!"
"what--!"
Among the three thousand Buddhas, those Arhats, Bhikkhus, and Dharma Protectors whose cultivation was only at the Golden Immortal level or even lower, were caught off guard by the terrifying combined impact of this supreme pressure from the primordial world. Their protective Buddhist light shattered instantly, and their bodies exploded on the spot like watermelons struck by an invisible giant hammer! (End of Chapter)