Chapter 311: Inheritance Begins, True Demon Descends to the World

Su Chen sacrificed the Nine Demon Pagoda, suspending it above Qiao Ling's head, and his hands began to form seals.

As the seals changed, the forty-six innate restrictions on the surface of the Nine Demon Pagoda lit up in sequence, and a dull hum came from deep within the pagoda.

From the tip of the Nine Demon Pagoda, a wisp of gray mist shot out.

That was not ordinary demonic energy.

That was the origin demonic energy left behind by Luo Hou.

When Su Chen absorbed Luo Hou's origin back then, he did not absorb it all, deliberately leaving a portion, because he knew he would not switch to cultivating the Demon Dao, and deliberately left the seed for the true Demon Dao inheritance.

"Are you ready?" Su Chen looked at Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling sat on the cushion, his back straight, and nodded.

Su Chen said no more, his index and middle fingers joined, guiding that wisp of gray mist to leave the magic treasure; the mist circled in mid-air, and then, like a spirit snake, slowly sank into Qiao Ling's brow.

The moment the demonic energy entered his body, Qiao Ling shook violently.

His pupils dilated abruptly, and a muffled groan squeezed out of his throat.

The veins on his neck bulged, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead, only to instantly evaporate, turning into a thin layer of white mist.

After the demonic energy entered Qiao Ling's body, it advanced along his extraordinary meridians toward the dantian.

Wherever it passed, Qiao Ling felt as if a stream of boiling oil was flowing through his body, and sharp pain surged from his limbs and bones simultaneously.

Qiao Ling bit his teeth tightly, not making a sound.

Just as the demonic energy was about to surge into the dantian.

"Boom!"

Inside Qiao Ling's body, a golden light exploded.

That golden light came from the deepest part of his soul, from the residual rhyme of the Tathagata Dao Fruit that had been sleeping for eighteen years and had been suppressed to death by Su Chen's teaching and Qiao Ling's own will.

Now it felt a fatal threat.

The Demon Dao was the natural enemy of the Fomen's Great Dao.

Sensing the invasion of demonic energy, the Dao Fruit residual rhyme rose from the depths of Qiao Ling's soul, turning into thousands of swastika golden seals, densely covering Qiao Ling's entire body, surrounding the wisp of demonic energy, attempting to forcibly expel it from the body.

Sanskrit chanting sounded from within Qiao Ling's body.

That was not ordinary Sanskrit, but the Great Dao sound left in the Dao Fruit when Tathagata Buddha proved the Dao, solemn, grand, and not to be disobeyed.

The restrictions set by Su Chen trembled in unison.

Golden light and gray mist used Qiao Ling's flesh and blood as a battlefield, unfolding the most primitive slaughter.

Qiao Ling's skin began to crack.

Fine cracks spread from his arms to his chest, blood seeping from the cracks, looking extremely ghastly.

Su Chen stood three steps away, standing with his hands behind his back.

He did not take action, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

This clash between Buddha and Demon was happening within Qiao Ling's soul and flesh; any intervention by external force would only be counterproductive.

Either the demonic energy would swallow the Dao Fruit, and Qiao Ling would embark on the Demon Dao from then on; or the Dao Fruit would expel the demonic energy, and the inheritance would fail.

There was no third possibility.

Su Chen's gaze always fell on Qiao Ling; he believed Qiao Ling could win.

Inside the stone chamber, Qiao Ling was in extreme pain.

His consciousness began to blur.

Golden and gray light flashed alternately before his eyes, and the sound of Sanskrit and demonic roars intertwined in his ears.

His soul seemed to be torn by two hands simultaneously, one wanting to pull him into boundless light, the other wanting to drag him into eternal silence.

The golden light grew brighter.

Those swastika golden seals began to condense, and vaguely, a blurry Buddha shadow appeared in the depths of Qiao Ling's sea of consciousness.

The Buddha shadow's face was unclear, but that high-and-mighty, self-respecting momentum was extremely profound.

That was the residual will of Tathagata.

It was attempting to awaken the Buddha-nature memories in Qiao Ling's bloodline, attempting to let Qiao Ling actively accept this "return."

Qiao Ling's consciousness was teetering in the sharp pain.

Before his eyes, the scene above the Moyie Kingdom Wang Gong emerged.

When Xianglong Luo Han's Golden Dragon Dharma Image pressed down, everyone in the entire Wang Gong knelt on the ground.

His father the King knelt before the true Buddha, not even daring to raise his head.

His mother the Queen had just finished giving birth, her face pale, weeping uncontrollably.

Those Buddhas who called themselves compassionate had never asked him from beginning to end if he was willing.

Why?

Qiao Ling's teeth chattered, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"I..."

His voice was hoarse, squeezed out from between his teeth.

"My future, my destiny..."

The blurry Buddha shadow in his sea of consciousness became clearer and clearer, the golden light becoming more dazzling, as if urging him to give up resistance and return to the right path.

Qiao Ling opened his eyes abruptly.

His left eye was filled with golden light, and his right eye was filled with gray mist.

"I have the final say!" he roared.

At this moment, he no longer passively endured; the clash between the Demon Dao and the Buddha Dao, his will like a sharp blade, actively guided the demonic energy surrounded by swastika golden seals, carrying all his obsession and anger, and crashed toward the Buddha shadow in his sea of consciousness.

Guided by Qiao Ling's will, the demonic energy surged several times over.

The gray mist was like a flood breaking its banks, and the swastika golden seals shattered one after another.

Those golden fragments did not dissipate, but were swept up, carried, and swallowed by the demonic energy.

Buddha-nature was assimilated by demonic nature.

Su Chen saw this scene, his pupils shrinking.

The Buddha-nature of Tathagata's Dao Fruit should, in common sense, be incompatible with demonic energy.

But what happened on Qiao Ling completely violated common sense; the unparalleled, extreme Buddha-nature of Tathagata's reincarnation actually formed a certain strange fit with the extreme obsession of the Demon Dao.

Buddha and Demon are truly a single thought apart; it is Demon and also Buddha.

These two types of power were not destroying each other within Qiao Ling, but were merging with each other.

The stronger the Buddha-nature of Tathagata's Dao Fruit, the more abundant the nutrients provided after being assimilated by demonic energy.

The residual rhyme of Tathagata's Dao Fruit, at this moment, turned into the best nourishment for Qiao Ling to step into the Demon Dao.

In the sea of consciousness, that Tathagata Buddha shadow let out a silent wail, and was then submerged, shattered, and dissolved by the overwhelming gray mist.

Inside the stone chamber, the golden light was completely extinguished, and the Sanskrit chanting ceased.

Gray mist flowed slowly around Qiao Ling's body, and the cracked wounds on Qiao Ling's skin were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the center of Qiao Ling's brow, a dark golden demonic pattern slowly took shape.

The demonic pattern was like a vertical pupil, embedded in the center of his brow, emitting a cold light.

A powerful aura erupted from within Qiao Ling's body.

Qiao Ling stood up slowly.

He felt the changes within his body; Tathagata's Dao Fruit had disappeared.

That shackle that had always hung above his head had become a part of his own power.

From today on, he was himself.

Not Tathagata, not the reincarnation of any Buddhist World Honored One.

"Master." Qiao Ling turned around and looked at Su Chen.

His face had not changed much, only the dark golden demonic pattern had been added to the center of his brow.

Su Chen looked at his disciple, a smile on his face.

"Well done."

At this time, in his sea of consciousness, the Heavenly Secret Tianji Baojian revived, and lines of text appeared on the mirror:

【Detected that the host successfully intervened in the karma of the Journey to the West world, causing the path of the True Demon to reappear in the Three Realms, causing a significant impact on the Journey to the West world.】

【Congratulations to the host, obtained heavenly secret point reward: 500 points】

【Current remaining heavenly secret points: 1900 points】

At the same moment.

Western Continent of Xiuniu, Lingshan, Great Lei Yinsi.

Maitreya Buddha sat on the nine-grade lotus pedestal, discussing the Journey to the West after the disappearance of Tathagata's reincarnation with the Ancient Buddha Ran Deng.

Suddenly, his complexion changed drastically.

At the same time, the golden lotuses in the Merit Pool of the Fomen actually withered, a sign that the Fomen's luck was damaged.

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the hall all changed color.

"World Honored One?" The Ancient Buddha Ran Deng stepped forward. ===== CHAPTER 312 =====