Chapter 398: Attaining Ten Thousand Differences, Building the Underworld

Chapter 398: Gaining the Myriad Forms, Founding the Underworld

Ling Yayi was astonished and perplexed.

The Radianceless Buddha Son and the Purple Lotus Buddha Maiden were even more shocked and confused.

"Who is the No-Heaven Buddha?"

How had another Buddha appeared?

The quasi-Buddha’s expression grew especially devout, with a trace of fear deep in his eyes.

"When the No-Heaven Buddha appeared, the sun and moon lost their light, heaven and earth trembled, the Buddha realm quaked, and even this humble monk saw the Buddha statues’ eyes weep blood—truly…"

"What?" The Radianceless Buddha Son’s heart shook.

The Purple Lotus Buddha Maiden was also deeply shaken.

Was this a Buddha?

This was a calamity!

Hearing this, Ling Yayi felt somewhat awkward.

How did the Blood Lord come to know such a formidable figure, one who could suppress the Buddha realm into silence?

"Later, the Supreme Buddha introduced several other Buddha Lords: the Battle Victory Buddha, the Past Buddha, the Present Buddha, and the Ancestor of All Buddhas!" The quasi-Buddha pressed his palms together.

As for the memories of the Future Buddha, they had long been erased by the Taihang True Buddha.

Indeed, even the ordinary True Buddhas had voluntarily erased their memories of the Future Buddha.

After all… the Future Buddha was of great consequence.

"These several Buddhas caused the boundless true words at the peak of the Buddha realm to shimmer, and the Buddha realm itself fell from the Fifth Heaven into the hands of the Supreme Buddha, who ultimately handed it over to the No-Heaven Buddha." The quasi-Buddha sighed, his voice trembling slightly.

The scene of that time was still vivid before his eyes.

Ling Yayi took a deep breath upon hearing this.

This was the flavor, this was the tone.

"And where is my master, the Supreme Buddha?" he asked, puffing out his chest.

Since his master was the Supreme Buddha, it shouldn’t be too much for him to become a Buddha himself, should it?

"He…" The quasi-Buddha pondered.

"Tell this Buddha quickly!" Ling Yayi said.

Everyone present looked at Ling Yayi, including the remaining Northern Demon Thirteen Beasts, all feeling… that this man’s face was a bit thick.

…

"Gate of Myriad Forms, long time no see."

At the Ends of the Earth and Corners of the Sea, Qi Yuan stood in a blood-red robe, his expression calm.

After the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly, his stellar golden core had sensed the presence of the Gate of Myriad Forms.

Now, he had come alone to the Ends of the Earth and Corners of the Sea, standing outside the Gate of Myriad Forms.

The Gate of Myriad Forms stood at the Ends of the Earth and Corners of the Sea, yet seemed to exist in the void, ethereal and illusory.

[Gate of Myriad Forms, the Gate of All Gates.]

Gazing at the Gate of Myriad Forms, Qi Yuan’s divine sense swept over it briefly, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"It’s so much more satisfying to explore treasures without fighting or scrambling."

In the Canglan Realm, whenever a secret realm opened or a treasure appeared, it always drew a crowd to contend.

Fighting with other cultivators—even if you won, you still felt insecure until you actually obtained it.

In the Liufeng Realm, it was different.

Only Qi Yuan was there.

At the Ends of the Earth and Corners of the Sea, no other living beings were present.

"Gate of Myriad Forms, do you still remember… the Underworld?"

Qi Yuan spoke, testing the waters.

He was pondering how to take the Gate of Myriad Forms for himself.

The Gate of Myriad Forms was the Gate of All Gates; it could be any gate.

For a demoness, it was the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons; for a great fiend, the Gate of Ten Thousand Fiends; for the Supreme Principle Celestial Venerable, the Gate of Supreme Principle.

Qi Yuan was trying to awaken the Gate of Myriad Forms’ memories.

Alas, his words had no effect on the gate.

"In truth, you are the gate to my Underworld home—do you remember?

Once, a thief came to the house, and you fled in fright. I’ve searched for you so bitterly!"

Qi Yuan looked at the Gate of Myriad Forms, his expression twisting with pain, as if he were telling the truth.

But his acting was truly poor, and it failed to move the gate.

Then, Qi Yuan moved closer to the Gate of Myriad Forms, his hand grasping its illusory frame.

"See, this is the key, this is the proof."

As he spoke, he pulled out the Key of Myriad Forms and waved it before the gate.

In an instant, Qi Yuan froze.

Because he had grasped the Gate of Myriad Forms… and even carried it away.

He had only tried, never expecting to actually seize it.

Qi Yuan was dumbfounded.

Wasn’t the Gate of Supreme Principle said to be the foremost creation treasure of the Immortal Realm?

From ancient times to the present, countless cultivators at the Supreme Principle and Great Supreme Principle realms had tried to claim the Gate of Supreme Principle, all ending in failure.

The Gate of Supreme Principle was also known as the most elusive creation treasure in the Immortal Realm.

And yet… this was it?

So easy?

Qi Yuan stared at the Gate of Myriad Forms, his emotions surging and crashing.

It was like a lofty, aloof man who turned out to be simple, attainable with a mere wave.

Still, Qi Yuan held the Gate of Myriad Forms tightly.

"Could it really be the gate to my home?"

"Or is it because I have the Key of Myriad Forms that I can seize it?"

His left eyebrow twitched with fortune, signaling a true gain.

Qi Yuan remained somewhat baffled.

"Regardless, the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences is now the Gate of the Underworld!"

A fool not to seize an advantage!

To forge the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences into the Gate of the Underworld, making the rice cooked beyond recall.

Such was the lesson Jiang Lingsu's father taught Qi Yuan.

Even if the progenitor of the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences came, he would have to acknowledge it as the Gate of the Underworld!

With these words, Qi Yuan's form stepped into the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences.

Stepping into the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences once more, the scene Qi Yuan beheld differed from times past.

Upon first entering, within lay endless demonic spawn.

And amidst them, boundless chaos.

"The land within the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences... is quite plentiful," Qi Yuan mused. "What if I moved No-Return City, Nine-Peak Mountain, and the Xuanyuan Forbidden Zone, the Five Elements Forbidden Zone... all in here?"

As of now, Qi Yuan had not purchased any land.

But these places he recited were the lands he knew best.

They had a de facto... relationship.

Just like, isn't cohabitation essentially a common-law marriage?

That being so, No-Return City and Nine-Peak Mountain were his.

Then bring in the four great forbidden zones and one absolute death zone of Wangyue Continent.

The soil of the Underworld would suffice.

If still lacking?

Then wait and see if some kind-hearted white moonlight might take pity on him, granting a plot of land to poor little homeless Qi Yuan, wandering outside.

No sooner said than done; in that moment, Qi Yuan's form became sacred and solemn.

The little wretch transformed into a majestic celestial sovereign.

A vast and stern voice also resounded across the heavens at that instant!

"Eastern Peak, Mount Tai, Heavenly Equal Benevolent Sage Great Emperor, hear my command: go to the center of the world, move No-Return City, harm not the common folk!"

"Southern Peak, Mount Heng, Si Tian Zhao Sheng Great Emperor, hear my command: gather the waters of the ends of the earth, transform them into the River of Forgetfulness, harm not the sea tribes!"

"Central Peak, Mount Song, Zhong Tian Chong Sheng Great Emperor, hear my command: relocate Nine-Peak Mountain, harm not the grass and trees." "Western Peak, Mount Hua, Jin Tian Yuan Sheng Great Emperor, hear my command: go to Wangyue Continent, move the Xuanyuan Forbidden Zone, the Robe and Crown Forbidden Zone, the Five Elements Forbidden Zone, the Yin-Yang Forbidden Zone, harm not the spirit beings."

"Northern Peak, Mount Heng, An Tian Xuan Sheng Great Emperor, hear my command: go to Wangyue Continent, gather the Heavenly Absolute, collect the ruins of the Earthly Absolute, harm not the living creatures."

As the voice fell, at the ends of the earth, five majestic forms like deities appeared, bowing in homage to the sacred and solemn Blood-Robed Celestial Sovereign.

"Eastern Peak receives the command!"

"Southern Peak receives the command!"

……

"Northern Peak receives the command!"

The Five Great Emperors, having received the command, their towering forms standing tall between heaven and earth, departed in different directions.

On that day, in the Flowing Wind Realm, some saw a solemn deity riding a five-colored divine ox, accompanied by a divine bird, the Golden-Eyed Oriole, arriving at the world's center, lifting No-Return City in hand, a hundred li in a single step.

On that day, in the Flowing Wind Realm, others saw a giant spirit, seated on a Fire-Eyed Golden-Beast, swallowing the waters of the ends of the earth like a sea pouring backward, countless myriad measures unknown.

The Western Peak Great Emperor and the Northern Peak Great Emperor also returned to Canglan, heading to Wangyue, bearing the four forbidden zones and one absolute death zone on their backs.

Qi Yuan stood beyond the ends of the earth; something occurred to him, and he spoke softly.

"Southern Pole Longevity Great Emperor, hear my command: return to the Mortal Heart Realm, carry the ancestral land of the Ancient Clan, reveal no traces."

With Qi Yuan's voice, the Divine Thunder Old Man appeared, clad in a wide-sleeved purple Daoist robe with lightning flickering upon it, a vermilion lower garment with auspicious cloud patterns, and a crown upon his head, noble beyond words.

"Divine Thunder receives the command." Compared to other subjects, Divine Thunder was far more lively. "Master, you must give me the coordinates of the Mortal Heart Realm."

"Don't rush; it will come soon," Qi Yuan said.

The Mortal Heart Realm differed from other worlds; it was a primordial world.

Had Qi Yuan not once dwelt there, the star projections illuminating the heavens would never have discovered this realm.

Because this world was rather special and could not be easily exposed, Qi Yuan dispatched the Divine Thunder Old Man to move the ancestral land of the Ancient Clan.

"I've given you the coordinates; do not reveal your own location, lest other Yang Gods set their sights on you, and I be too far to help," Qi Yuan said softly.

His reach was long, but he could not wander freely in the lower realms.

He still remembered he had to face the great calamity.

For now, less trouble was better than more.

"Rest assured, I understand." The Divine Thunder Old Man patted his chest; after receiving the coordinates, he transformed into a purple vapor and vanished.

At the ends of the earth, only Qi Yuan remained.

"What a pity, even the stars illuminating the heavens cannot discover the Arch Star.

Alas, I wonder if I turned off the room's light before leaving; if it's been on all this time, how many years of electricity bills is that?"

Qi Yuan felt a pang of distress over the electricity bill.

At the same time, he deemed wasting electricity shameful.

He had always been frugal.

"One day, I will attain the Great Luo, achieve the supreme Dao Ancestor, return to the Arch Star, and turn off that light!"

Qi Yuan made a great vow!

In the days that followed, Qi Yuan met Nan Gong Big Dog, as well as the Foolish Daoist, and Bai Ze.

Nan Gong Big Dog was quite cocky, calling himself Ling Yi, the Little Buddha Ancestor.

The Buddhist realm's multitude could do nothing about Ling Yayi.

After all, his master was the Blood Lord, that Supreme Buddha.

His disciple being called the Little Buddha Ancestor seemed not entirely wrong.

And at this moment, in the upper realm, countless eyes were fixed on the Buddhist realm.

The Buddhist sacred land suddenly blocked the upper realm's observation of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Assembly, and the creation-grade treasure, the Buddhist realm, trembled.

Many sacred-level powers were intensely curious about what changes had occurred in the Buddhist realm.

Then, the ninety-seven true Buddhas of the Buddhist sacred land jointly announced:

The Buddhist sacred land was unified; the Buddha Ancestor had returned to his seat, as the Present Buddha, Shakyamuni.

As for the Past Buddha, the Combat Victory Buddha, the No-Heaven Buddha, the Buddha of All Buddhas, and others, they concealed their identities and retreated into the Buddhist realm.

This news shook the Sixth Heaven.

The meaning of "Buddha Ancestor" was clearest to these sacred lands.

It signified that within the Buddhist sacred land, a powerful true Buddha had emerged, one who could comprehend the great ultimate principle and wield the creation-grade treasure, the Buddhist realm.

Once this true Buddha grows up and steps into the realm of the Great Principle, perhaps he can lead the Buddhist Holy Land to ascend from the Fifth Heaven to the Sixth Heaven!

The Buddhist Holy Land could leap from a second-rate holy land to a first-rate one.

The long-cherished wish that the Great Sunlight Buddha never fulfilled might also have a chance to be realized.

And... the probability is even greater.

After all, the Great Principle of the Great Sunlight Buddha was the Great Sun Tathagata, which conflicted with the Great Sun Venerable's position, hence his final nirvana.

Now the Buddha's Infinite True Words are of the present, and the position does not conflict. Unless there are special changes, other holy lands predict that after a million years, the Buddhist Kingdom will gain a Great Principle.

However, then the present Buddha of the Buddhist Kingdom suddenly declared war on the Mara clan.

This Buddha proclaimed: "I have cultivated the past and present, and thus glimpsed the future. The Mara clan obstructs the foundation of my future; they deserve death!"

At these words, the world was shocked, and the Immortal Realm was in turmoil.

The Buddha's words showed his firm resolve to declare war on the Mara clan.

Most importantly, this Buddha had just ascended, seemingly not even a Principle yet, yet the other true Buddhas did not stop him?

Many Celestial Venerables discussed in whispers, murmuring.

"The nirvana of the Great Sunlight Buddha should be related to the Taihuang Palace.

The Buddhist Holy Land has been holding back a breath, unable to challenge the Taihuang Palace, so they are taking it out on... the Mara clan!"

"The Mara clan's strength is only slightly lower than the Buddhist Kingdom, but they are the loudest dog barking under the Taihuang Palace. This outcome is also normal!"

"It seems the Fifth and Sixth Heavens will not be peaceful!"

"Once the Buddha attains the Great Principle, I fear... there will be great chaos."

"I fear the Taihuang Palace will not watch the Buddha's ascension!"

"The Moon Goddess Palace should be the biggest winner in this matter, and the war in the Demon Abyss may also slow down."

"First, the Ten Suns Celestial Venerable declared war on Taihuang; now the Buddhist Kingdom declares war on Mara. The Immortal Realm... is about to fall into chaos!"

"You say, did this present Buddha really glimpse the future?"

"How could that be? It's just a fabricated excuse.

What difference is there between this and saying the Mara Celestial Venerable stole a chicken from the Buddhist Kingdom, thus declaring war?"

The upper realm was shaken.

The Mara Celestial Venerable also responded domineeringly, with a fierce tone: "I will not only obstruct your future but also cut off your present life!"

Though very domineering, some had seen the Mara Celestial Venerable enter the Taihuang Palace in the Sixth Heaven that night, with a worried expression.

In terms of power, the Buddhist Kingdom is much stronger than the Mara clan.

After all, the Buddhist Kingdom once set one foot into the Sixth Heaven, almost becoming a holy land of the Sixth Heaven!

...

Canglan Realm.

The Strange Painter held the Mountain and River Society Brush in her hand, her body trembling.

Before her, five towering, vast beings like deities gave her an immense impact.

She was already an alternative myth, but before these five, she felt as weak as dust, just like facing Qi Qi.

Most importantly, these mysterious experts treated the Blood-Robed Sword God like servants treating their master.

"Alright, the land has been found, and the Gate of the Underworld is also here. Strange Painter, it's up to you. Paint it well for me!"

With Qi Yuan's voice, the Five Mountain Emperors each threw the cities, mountains and rivers, the four forbidden zones and one absolute zone, and the seawater of the mouth and belly into the Gate of All Things.

The Divine Thunder Old Man also appeared at the right moment, throwing the ancestral land of the Ancient Clan from the Primordial World into the Gate of All Things.

The Strange Painter looked at the chaotic, haphazardly placed soil and rivers.

She took a deep breath.

"Trusted by the senior, the painter is willing to use life as pigment to paint this scroll!"

As she spoke, the Mountain and River Society Brush in her hand began to dance at this moment.

The world within the Gate of All Things changed at this moment.

(The chapter ends)