The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 194 - 140 Zhunti Goes Mad

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At the heart of Mount Sumeru, the Great Leiyin Temple shone with resplendent golden light and a Buddha’s radiance that spread for ten thousand feet. The "clang clang" of bells and chimes was like a whispering valley, their power to cleanse the heart piercing to one’s core, accompanied by the faith power of Buddhist disciples accumulated over the lengthy years.

Li Qingming regained full consciousness and summoned the Qiankun Ruler, striking directly at Mount Sumeru. The one-foot-long Qiankun Ruler, tearing through the void, carried a supreme might as it slapped against Mount Sumeru.

As if Heaven and Earth were cracking apart, the crystal-clear Qiankun Ruler directly rent the world asunder, as though it could destroy any obstruction, causing the space before it to collapse and shatter. However, the inexhaustible faith power from Mount Sumeru cascaded down, transforming into a silver waterfall, and forcefully blocked the attack of the Qiankun Ruler.

"Boom boom boom!"

Tumultuous waves of air suddenly burst forth violently, shaking the entire space of the Ninja God Realm. Countless spatial cracks appeared abruptly, frantically drawing in the creatures of the Ninja God Realm. Legions of beings screamed in agony, dodging the spatial rifts.

Zhunti’s expression changed, and he no longer dared to underestimate his opponent. The Daoist before him was clearly a Saint, and an Accumulated Old Demon steeped in saintly ways for many years.

"You, you’re a Saint? Who on earth are you!" Zhunti, with emotions surging in his heart, roared out desperately.

"Hahaha, old fool! Didn’t expect you to feel fear too, did you? Let me tell you! My Master: Primordial Venerable!" Li Qingming swung the Qiankun Ruler, unleashing frenzied attacks on Mount Sumeru, laughing heartily.

Zhunti’s face turned frantic, muttering to himself: "Impossible, impossible! You’re bluffing, right? You’re fooling me, hahaha..." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

In fact, since the Sealing God Battle, Zhunti had been mentally unstable. In the world’s Sealing God Battle, Primordial invited the Western Two Saints to jointly break the Slaying Immortal Sword Formation. Eventually, this led to Tongtian’s death and Jieyin’s demise.

Zhunti, who had always been as close as one body with Jieyin, always believed that Jieyin had taken the blow of the Slaying Immortal Sword on his behalf and perished as a result. Hence, for thousands of years, Zhunti has been living in self-blame. Slight provocation could cause him to become mentally disordered, even leading to demonic possession.

Li Qingming couldn’t care less, thinking: "Perfect timing for you to go insane, I can just take your Mount Sumeru for study and research."

"Weng weng weng!"

The earth and heaven trembled violently, as if countless thunder were resonating. Mount Sumeru emitted Infinite Buddha Light, and the faith power surged out like vast oceans, with thousands of silver waterfalls cascading down—an ocean of faith power.

"Hahaha, what if you are a Primordial Disciple! I am invincible, these ants will ultimately die by my hand! Hahaha..." Zhunti finally fell completely into frenzy, howling madly. His bloodshot eyes filled with a murderous glow.

"Boom!"

Atop Mount Sumeru, boundless faith power surged like a sea yet sharp like knives, holy and majestic waves crashing down, striking forcefully at Li Qingming.

"Hmph!" Li Qingming snorted coldly, and the Qiankun Ruler in his hand suddenly grew as massive as a mountain, overshadowing the entire sky. As a New Heavenly Treasure of utmost quality, the Qiankun Ruler had never before unleashed its full might as it did today—so powerfully imposing, as if a Sky Pillar suddenly descended, rumbling with noise, causing the endless Buddha Light to churn frenziedly.

With a loud "Boom!", the world shook violently. The ocean formed by the faith power in front stalled, its path completely obstructed, while the Qiankun Ruler, carrying limitless might, continued its unimpeded descent upon Mount Sumeru, striking at Saint Zhunti.

"No one can defeat me, break for me!" Zhunti, disheveled and barefoot like a force of staggering weight, vigorously surged the faith power atop Mount Sumeru, continuously connecting with the Heaven and Earth Laws, extracting nature’s spiritual energy.

Mount Sumeru’s Buddha Light flourished, suddenly becoming transparent and shining with thousands of auspicious lights. The surging faith power boiled over once again, pressing down like a ferocious tiger bounding down a mountain, its claws bared and pouncing forward.

Mount Sumeru was simply too sacred, akin to an Innate Treasure. With so much faith power as its support, it was impervious to all methods, radiating an endless sense of oppression and deterrence to the outside world.

Feeling the resistance ahead, Li Qingming sneered coldly, revealing his intent to kill.

"Boom!"

An enormous pressure emanated from Li Qingming, radiating outward—it was no longer merely the aura of a Saint. This pressure was mixed, immense, and elusive. The essence was fraught with danger yet teeming with life. Wisps, strands, and slivers of insubstantial meanings suddenly drifted from Li Qingming’s form.

The sensation was extremely bizarre. Even in his madness, Zhunti had an abnormal yet unusually acute sense of danger.

In Zhunti’s bloodshot eyes, threads of fear could be seen, his body trembled violently as if he had seen some formidable Primordial beast. Not far away, disciples of the Buddhist, Chan, and Jie Sects who had already finished their fight were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the two Saints battling in the void. This was a rare enlightenment.

Yet Randeng, who was once a guest in Zixiao Palace, felt that the current Li Qingming was indistinguishable from Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun. The same indifference, the same nonchalance, the same terrifying presence.

While everyone was at a loss regarding the scene unfolding above them, Saint Zhunti did something that completely shocked them all.

Suddenly, Zhunti knelt on the ground, incessantly calling out, "Master, the matter of Divine Enthronement was spearheaded by Primordial Venerable of The Three Pure Ones; as a disciple, I only helped because I could not turn a blind eye to the fellowship of our sect... Master, I know my mistakes! I should not have stirred the feelings of The Three Pure Ones, I should not have indiscriminately saved those in the Eastern lands, and I certainly should not have suppressed the Demon Race on the Western Expedition Sky Road to aggrandize myself! Master, I have erred!"

Li Qingming, who had just invoked one of the Escaped imprints, lost all his calm! He stared at Zhunti, who was kneeling and begging for mercy, and thought, "What the hell is happening; has Zhunti of this world actually gone insane?"

A devout Buddhist disciple who was originally planning to struggle further, instantly collapsed. He felt as though his spiritual pillar had crumbled and shattered him completely.

Disciples from the Chan Sect like Randeng, as well as those from the Jie Sect such as Duobao and Kong Xuan, laughed uproariously, taking the opportunity to bully the Buddhist Disciples. It seemed that these past thousand years had indeed been tough for those under the guidance of The Three Pure Ones.

Li Qingming remained stunned for a while, then withdrew his gaze and asked, "Zhunti, tell me. How did you uproot Mount Sumeru from the Western Realm and refine it into your Palm Buddha Country?"

Upon hearing that "Hong Jun" was not asking about the Divine Enthronement or the Western Expedition, Zhunti became overjoyed. Since his Transformation, incorporating Mount Sumeru into the Palm Buddha Country had always been Zhunti’s proudest achievement.

"Master doesn’t know!" Zhunti, still kneeling on the ground, said with a beaming smile, "Although Mount Sumeru is the ancestor of the Earth Veins of the West and has the effect of suppressing the Western Qi Fortune, it’s also a peculiar Spiritual Treasure that can be transformed into a Treasure of Faith, used to gather the Faith Power of all heavens and myriads of worlds. It can also become a Saint’s Arena for disciples to comprehend methods and perceive the Heavenly Dao."

"Oh?" Li Qingming calmly asked, "How do you refine it?"

Zhunti pointed at the miniature version of Mount Sumeru in his palm and said, "One only needs to melt the souls of thirty million living beings into it. Then, without harming the Earth Veins of the Western Realm, Mount Sumeru can be uprooted and carried around!"

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Li Qingming, though once known as the "God of Slaughter" covered in blood, suddenly opened his eyes wide in shock, and the peaceful aura around him instantly became violent!

"Zhunti, say that once more?"

Caught up in self-satisfaction, Zhunti seemed not to notice the severity in Li Qingming’s tone and continued oblivious, "Master, didn’t you understand? Let this disciple explain to you once again!"

Caressing the Mount Sumeru in his hand, Zhunti expressed pure ecstasy, "To uproot Mount Sumeru, one needs to melt thirty million Life Souls into it. Since many of the inhabitants of the West are Barbarians with jumbled and rough souls that cannot merge into Mount Sumeru, I specially escaped to the East to seek pure and simple beings. I slaughtered them and collected their souls. Only then could I successfully refine Mount Sumeru completely!"

All the Buddhist Disciples completely broke down. Buddhism has always promoted compassion and salvation for all beings, urging people to lay down the butcher knife to become a Buddha on the spot! Yet, this Buddha, the patriarch of Buddhism, would do something so inhumane, how is this any different from a Demon? Thirty million living beings, thirty million innocent lives! How could you, Zhunti, have the heart to do it? How could you, Zhunti, ignore the ramifications of Karma and conscience? How could you, Zhunti, be so mad and ruthless! Zhunti Buddha Mother, you are unworthy of sainthood!

"Boom!" Li Qingming exploded in rage. Torrents of Yuqing True Essence furiously surged as violent fluctuations of Law assaulted the entire Ninja God Realm! With his right hand transformed into a palm, Li Qingming, endowed with an aura of boundless destruction, fiercely struck toward Zhunti’s crown.

"Master, what do you mean by this?" Under the shadow of death, Zhunti abruptly rose to his feet and hastily retreated.

"Hmph! Zhunti, for your own selfish desires, you have wantonly massacred thirty million beings of the East. Yet you still claim to be a Saint. Don’t you know that under the Heavenly Dao, there is a set order to everything?" Li Qingming spoke vehemently, his words filled with murderous intent reaching for the skies.

"Master, no! You are not the Master! When I Zhunti achieved sainthood, I swore that in this life, I wouldn’t be a disciple of the Xuan Sect, I wouldn’t respect Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun! Hahaha, today this Saint will defy Heaven and attack the Dao! I will destroy you, this so-called Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun!" Zhunti’s eyes filled with blood, turning into a terrifying crimson red as the aura of slaughter permeated the heavens.

Li Qingming frowned inwardly, "This Zhunti has already lost the poise and dignity of the Saints of old. The Heart Demon has invaded him, and he truly is beyond recovery!"

"Hahaha, kill!" Zhunti acted fiercely, the lush and vibrant Seven Treasures Miao Tree gleaming with seven-colored brilliance as it cleaved toward Li Qingming. The once still Imperial Chariot in the void also roared thunderously as it charged at Li Qingming. His warrior spirit soared, and his boundless Demonic Qi filled the skies!

"Zhunti, now that you have fallen into demonhood, you are no longer fit to be the patriarch of Buddhism! From this day forward, all heavens and myriads of worlds will no longer hold Buddhism in esteem!" Li Qingming’s killing intent surged as his chaotic hair whipped around!

"Hong Jun, I will destroy your Daoist lineage, I will break your Daoist heritage, what can you do to me? I am protected by the Great Dao, even if my Primordial Spirit is slashed in the Void, my Mana is nearly boundless and infinite, can you kill me, this Saint?" Zhunti was maniacally laughing and crying, his shrieks filling the air.

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