Chapter 996: Three Treasures (I)
Golden clouds blazed brilliantly in the sky as Fuxia spoke. Peacock-like clouds swirled, golden pools surged, and colorful rain fell in torrents. A Pure Land appeared in the northern sky.
This Pure Land was shrouded in clouds and mist. A massive golden gate, beside which lay a colossal sleeping one-horned tiger, black as ink and patterned head to tail, was faintly visible within. Countless golden Dharma Protectors stood upon the clouds, stretching to infinity. Tens of millions of human figures lifted their heads, with some bowing and some kowtowing. They gazed upward in eager anticipation.
The six-armed Vajra, Liubai, who had always pressed down on the Radiant Origin Pass without the slightest response, paused for the first time. When the peacock’s cry echoed from the northern sky, that forever serene and forever wrathful-eyed head slowly lifted. Its golden lips parted, and a melodious chanting of scripture rang out.
Boom!
Every cultivator on the lake lowered their brows and covered their eyes, not daring to look. The sight was like a shot of pure stimulant driven into Fuxia’s heart. He jerked his head up, caring nothing for his lack of mana or the searing flames burning him. The entire Radiant Origin Pass shook violently with his movement, as though it might collapse at any moment.
"They are saved... good... good..." The old monk was wild with joy, tears of excitement streaming down his face. He gazed at Kongheng in desperate pleading and said in a mournful voice, "My lord, the Buddha-land has manifested. Please proclaim me the Wrathful Manifestation Emperor Scion, return to the Northern Demon-Subduing Temple, sit in majesty amidst the heavenly rain of mandara blossoms, endure immeasurable and boundless eons, and achieve the mighty station of the Emperor Scion Maha."
As if in answer to his voice, the moment Fuxia’s request left his lips, a rich, resonant tolling of bells came from the northern golden clouds, ringing nine times in succession.
Doong... doong...
Kongheng gazed far into the distance, the image of a Pure Land reflected in his pupils. He knew that if he so much as nodded, if he had the slightest thought of purifying the world, the position of Emperor Scion Maha in the heavens would immediately respond to him. He would become a cultivator like Murong Xia, attaining the state of Non-Retrogression.
Once Non-Retrogression was attained, unless someone could break into the Pure Land itself and obliterate even the last trace of his true spirit, he could reincarnate for a hundred lifetimes without losing his consciousness, forever enjoying the seat of the Maha.