Chapter 785 - 447: Thus Have I Heard, Demon Buddha Unity
Powerful Supreme Venerables at the Divinity Transformation Level, True Monarchs at the Nascent Soul Level, and True Men at the Golden Core Level, each leading a group of cultivators, rushed to this space to offer their fortunes to an existence akin to the Heavenly Dao.
In a certain sense, the title of Primordial Emperor Venerable represents the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, an unsurpassable being.
Bowing three times and kowtowing nine times before such an existence is essentially no different from worshipping the heavens.
For a moment, the great momentum of heaven and earth gathered, and cultivation powerhouses from various regions hastened to this origin land.
The Celestial Palace hung high, and the form of Zheng Yi grew as large as the sky, signifying the supreme being of this world. His vast figure exuded unsurpassable majesty, a terrifying abyss-like aura covering the entire space, giving an unimaginable, unprecedented oppressive feeling.
The multitude of powerhouses who came to worship were deeply shaken in spirit, infected by this scene. It was an acknowledgment of the rules of heaven and earth and the pursuit of the Dao by countless cultivators.
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Beneath the Celestial Palace, established by the power of many races, countless figures stood densely packed.
Each reverent figure stood below, the fortune of all sentient beings soaring upward, propelling a brilliant golden light throughout the heavens and the earth, a radiant glow bestowed by the world.
High above, Zheng Yi, the Primordial Emperor Venerable, remained motionless. From the heavens descended countless Great Daoist Flowers, fluttering down, suddenly enveloping him in dazzling circles of gold.
In an instant, Zheng Yi, the Lord of the Celestial Palace, was bathed in the divine light of heaven and earth, a majestic will covering him, bringing an unprecedented terrifying impact.
"Unparalleled Human Emperor!"
"Fortune of the Human Dao!"
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At the same time, in the other half of the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm, already parasitized by the Ancient Demon Dao’s heavenly way, within that Dark World.
Under the terrifying power of the Dark Dominator, the Parasitic Dao Fruit completely consumed numerous rules, demonic fog surged, enveloping the entire land.
The whole world had melded into darkness, and the remaining sentient beings were invaded by the Dark Power, each twisted and mutated from the inside out, transforming into dark believers.
The once-prosperous cultivation civilization was entirely buried, the whole world sinking into darkness.
In the center of the Dark World, a grand sacrificial ceremony was underway.
A towering Dark God Statue stood in the plaza, in the center of the massive altar, countless corpses of slain beings laid out haphazardly upon it, piled almost into mountains.
Corpse mountains, blood seas, dark sacrifice.
Blood flowed freely, with countless pieces of flesh placed atop, a heavy scent of blood rising into the sky, dispersed in the air. Under the dense shroud of demonic Qi, it gave a chilling sensation.
Cloaked in black robes, the believers kneeled around the altar, bowing toward the god statue atop it, each chanting the true name of the Dark Dominator. They were worshippers of darkness, primitive fanatics, willing to offer their lives and souls in sacrifice.
Above the altar, endless black clouds enveloped everything.
Within the clouds, they twisted incessantly, thickly piled together, generating mysterious fluctuations, as something writhed, as though a terrifying giant beast was rolling within, or an unimaginably enormous heart was pounding.
Silent roars, shocking all existence’s spirits, carried with them an indescribable aura of the barbaric Ancient Demon Dao, bringing forth a vast terrifying atmosphere, enveloping this space.
If one could clearly see the bodies of the dark believers kneeling around the altar, they would be terrified to find, covered beneath the black robes, shriveled bodies, skin and bones, no longer human, appearing more like living skeletons.
Each had sunken flesh, bulging eyes, yet in the darkness, their eyes emitted a green glow, shining like emeralds, carrying a kind of terrifying fanaticism.
These dark believers were in a state of spiritual excitement, their flesh bodies seemingly no longer their own. Through repetitive sacrifices and in the frenzied atmosphere, these dark apostles had already offered their flesh and soul to their great Dark Dominator.
"Thus have I heard, Demon Buddha Unity."
"The Buddha said, lay down the butcher’s knife, become a Buddha on the spot."
"I say, the six senses impure, slaughter all beings, yet one may achieve Buddhahood."
"Light manifests, darkness arises! Demon and Buddha are two sides of the same coin; why distinguish between them? We, Ancient Demon Dao, shall today take the world, using the body of the Enemy of the Buddha, to complete an eternal Demon Dao..."
Above the altar, an immense celestial sound emanated, as the twisting dark sky released a beam of black Buddha light, tearing through the black clouds. A towering Buddha silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness, standing upon the altar.
It was solemn and majestic, yet bore a hundred arms, its golden body not golden but jet-black. Behind its head was a gigantic disc, like a black hole, emitting tremendous suction, as if it could swallow everything.
Beneath it was a Lotus Platform formed of countless colossal human arms. Each giant arm was living, grabbing the innumerable flesh and corpses from the altar, stuffing them into the black Lotus Platform.
Then, the horrifying sound of chewing echoed in the darkness, spreading from that black human arm Lotus Platform, inducing a spine-chilling feeling from deep within the heart.
Blood flowed down the black Lotus Platform, dripping onto the ground, while the enormous black Buddha remained solemn and majestic, seated within, overlooking all beings. The massive black disc behind its head rotated counterclockwise, becoming more terrifying under the stain of blood, as the deep Buddhahood merged with the Ancient Demon Dao’s demonic nature, forming a seemingly paradoxical style.