501: Demon Buddha Enlightenment

Elder Ku Xuan's voice continued to drift over, like poison-dipped icicles piercing one by one into Clear Heart's tottering Dao Heart:

"...Moreover, the matter of Blood Calamity Buddha Venerable was full of suspicious points to begin with. The ancient period was hundreds of thousands of years ago; who can say for certain what happened back then?"

"I heard that not only Blood Calamity Buddha Venerable, but behind Blood Calamity Buddha Venerable there seems to be..."

"Enough! Ku Xuan!"

Jin Chanzi shouted sternly to stop him, "Past rights and wrongs have long been submerged in the long river of time. We only need to act on orders. Clear Heart, that child... his natural talent is brilliant and his Heart-Nature is pure and kind. Do not let him know of these filthy matters, lest it only add to his troubles."

"Pure and kind?" Elder Ku Xuan sneered with a hint of mockery.

"Abbot, after staying in this Blood Fiend Continent for so long, do you still believe that pure kindness can survive? The truth of this world is paved with blood and fire; Clear Heart will have to face it sooner or later..."

Boom!

Before Elder Ku Xuan could finish speaking, the heavy ironwood door of the secret room exploded! Wood splinters mixed with dust flew in all directions!

Ming Xin Buddhist Disciple stood outside the door, his whole body trembling and his eyes blood-red. The originally warm and peaceful Buddhist light was now fluctuating violently around him, faintly revealing a violent black aura.

He stared fixedly at Jin Chanzi and Ku Xuan inside the room, his voice hoarse like the friction of sand and gravel:

"Tell me... Master... Abbot... is what they said... true?!"

Jin Chanzi's expression changed drastically: "Clear Heart! You... why are you here? Do not listen to Ku Xuan's nonsense! Withdraw immediately!"

"Nonsense?" Clear Heart laughed miserably, the last trace of clarity in his blood-red eyes swallowed by madness.

"Taking root in filthy lands by order? Just to find forbidden evil scriptures? Blood Calamity Buddha Venerable is a traitor? Or is it... that the entire Buddhist sect... is nothing more than hypocritical clay statues draped in the cloak of mercy?!"

"Presumptuous!"

Elder Ku Xuan was furious, and the pressure of the Law Realm erupted, attempting to suppress Clear Heart, "You wicked creature! To dare slander the Buddhist sect! To eavesdrop on secrets..."

"Shut up!!!"

A roar like that of a wounded beast exploded from deep within Clear Heart's throat!

Accompanying this roar, the originally pure golden Buddhist light around him instantly transformed into a thick, ink-like pitch black!

A violent aura erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption!

His handsome face twisted from extreme pain and anger, and a crimson blood mole at the center of his brow suddenly split open, as if a third demon eye had opened!

"You lied to me! Buddha lied to me! This world... is all illusion!!!"

Clear Heart suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers forming a claw!

The pitch-black Devilish Qi instantly condensed into a giant demonic claw that blotted out the sun. Twisted black Sanskrit was wound around it, emitting suffocating waves of destruction!

Elder Ku Xuan's angry scolding stopped abruptly, his face turning pale in an instant.

He felt a fear originating from the depths of his Soul! This was... demonic transformation!

"Mara Buddhist Claw! Suppress!"

Clear Heart shrieked, and the giant pitch-black demonic claw clawed down fiercely toward Elder Ku Xuan!

Elder Ku Xuan mobilized all the Spiritual Qi in his body, condensing a brilliant golden Immovable Wisdom King Seal to block in front of him!

"Crack—!"

However, in front of that demonic claw which contained Clear Heart's extreme despair and all the negative power condensed after his faith collapsed, the Immovable Wisdom King Seal only held for half a breath before it shattered!

The demonic claw's momentum did not decrease. With a piercing sound of tearing silk, it clawed fiercely into Elder Ku Xuan's protective Buddhist light!

"Puff—!"

Elder Ku Xuan's protective Buddhist light instantly dimmed and was annihilated. He sprayed blood from his mouth, his chest visibly caved in, and he was sent flying like a broken sack, slamming hard against the wall deep within the Scripture Pavilion with a dull thud.

Debris fell rustling down, burying half of his body, his life or death unknown!

"Ku Xuan!"

"Clear Heart! Stop now! Do not make one mistake after another! The shore is just behind you if you turn back! He is your Revered Master!"

He pressed his palms together, rapidly chanting the Clear Heart Universal Peace Incantation, trying to awaken Clear Heart's remaining sanity.

However, those incantations containing the purifying power of the Buddhist sect fell upon the ears of the demonized Clear Heart like the most vicious mockery, completely igniting the last trace of violence in his heart!

"Turn back? Where is the shore?!"

Clear Heart's voice was distorted and frenzied.

"You built the high shore with lies and wove mercy with hypocrisy! Today, I shall tear down this shore! Burn this temple! Let this filthy Buddhist light... fall into the Avici forever!"

He turned abruptly, his crimson-black demonic pupils locking onto Jin Chanzi.

His hands rapidly formed seals in front of his chest—not Buddhist seals, but demonic seals!

Pitch-black Devilish Qi converged wildly behind him, faintly forming the illusory shadow of a three-headed and six-armed, hideous-faced Demon Buddha Dharma Image!

"Om! Mani! Padme! Hum!"

The Buddhist Six-Syllable Great Bright Mantra now issued from the mouth of the demonized Clear Heart. Every syllable was distorted, carrying a demonic power that made one's mind and spirit shatter!

The sound waves turned into pitch-black ripples, like a tide of death, exploding outward with him as the center!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sturdy walls and supporting pillars of the Scripture Pavilion were instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks under the impact of the distorted demonic sound waves, and then they collapsed!

Countless precious Buddhist scriptures and classics turned to ash in the demonic sound.

"Puff!" Jin Chanzi bore the brunt of it. His face turned pale, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Jin Chanzi's Law Realm Tenth Level cultivation erupted without reservation!

He pressed his palms together, and golden Glazed Buddhist Fire ignited around him.

However, a cruel and cold arc curled at the corner of Clear Heart's mouth.

The Demon Buddha Dharma Image shadow behind him suddenly solidified a bit more, and a giant demonic palm, carrying the power to tear through space, slammed fiercely onto Jin Chanzi's crown!

"Crack!"

With a twist of the demonic palm, a head fell to the ground.

Jin Chanzi's aura ceased abruptly.

The burning Buddhist fire was instantly extinguished.

The entire Scripture Pavilion was completely transformed into a wasteland of broken walls and ruins, with dust mixed with a thick smell of blood permeating the air.

Clear Heart stood in the center of the ruins, Devilish Qi churning around him. His crimson-black eyes swept over Jin Chanzi's headless corpse and the direction where his Revered Master, Elder Ku Xuan, was buried, and then looked toward the terrified screams and chaotic energy fluctuations coming from other parts of the temple.

There was no expression on his face, only a deathly coldness and a sky-high killing intent.

"The Buddha is dead... the Demon shall be born..." he murmured in a low voice, as if making a proclamation.

His figure transformed into a pitch-black demonic shadow, rushing out of the Scripture Pavilion ruins and pouncing toward those terrified Vajra Temple monks who were trying to resist or flee!

The slaughter had begun.

In the Burial God Ancient Domain, a strange and bloody scene was unfolding.

A figure moved through a broken valley filled with deathly gray mist. He wore a filthy rag that could barely be recognized as having once been a monastic robe, and he was barefoot. With every step he took, the withered bones and sand beneath his feet silently turned to powder.

It was the demonized Ming Xin Buddhist Disciple, the former Buddhist Prodigy, now the slaughterer of the Vajra Temple.

His eye sockets were sunken, but deep within his pupils burned two clusters of dark flames where madness and pain were intertwined, sometimes as clear as an ancient lamp before the Buddha, sometimes as chaotic as Nine Serenity Demon Flames.

The aura permeating around him was extremely contradictory, having both the emptiness of Buddhist Zen intent and the thick, inseparable resentment of Devilish Qi.

He did not perform any Buddhist Divine Ability, but merely kept his head lowered, muttering to himself, sounding like chanting sutras and also like a curse.

Invisible sound waves spread out with him as the center.

Ahead, a group of low-level Netherworld Creatures were gathered.

In their empty eye sockets, the ghostly green light of Netherworld Soul Fire flickered violently.

"Namo... A... mi... tuo... fo..." Clear Heart's voice was hoarse and broken.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Like punctured abscesses, the hard shells of those Netherworld Creatures collapsed without warning.

In the air, only the nauseating smell of burning and decay remained, along with the increasingly thick and frenzied demonic intent on Clear Heart's body.

"Demon... it's that Demon Buddhist Disciple!"

On a distant cliff, several Eastern Region Cultivators witnessed this terrifying and silent scene.

"Quickly, leave! The rumors are true; he specifically kills Netherworld Creatures, and his methods are sinister... stay far away from him!"

Clear Heart seemed not to hear the discussions in the distance.

He walked forward numbly, whispering broken scriptures, searching for the next source of Netherworld aura, as if only through this endless slaughter could he temporarily numb the boundless pain brought by his Dao Heart being torn apart by the truth.

Dozens of miles away from Clear Heart, on a wasteland piled with giant bones, a golden light carrying sky-high Blood Fiend Qi was tearing through the gray mist at an alarming speed, racing toward him.