Chapter 415

There are no years in cultivation, and fifty years of time passed in a hurry.

Fifty years ago, Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou, on the banks of the Liusha River.

Bodhisattva Venerable Guanyin stood in the clouds, watching the former Heavenly Court's General Juan Lian, who had red hair and eight skulls hanging around his neck, at the bottom of the river, swallowing the ninth reincarnation of Jin Jin Chanzi.

Then he spat out a skull and threaded it onto the thin rope around his neck.

"The tribulation of nine lives is complete." Venerable Guanyin withdrew her gaze and put her hands together.

Since receiving Maitreya Buddha's decree, she had personally sat in Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou to protect Jin Jin Chanzi's reincarnation.

The whole process was unexpectedly smooth, and the mysterious person whom the Buddhist sect had been on guard against all along never showed his face again.

Now that fifty years had passed, Venerable Guanyin calculated that the tenth reincarnation of Jin Jin Chanzi was not far from birth.

And over these fifty years, Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha had traveled throughout the Three Realms, trying to search for the true demon that caused the turmoil in Buddhist luck, but apart from finding the faith in the Great Freedom Heavenly Venerable that had gradually blossomed in the Three Realms, he had gained nothing else.

That true demon seemed to have evaporated into thin air, not even leaving a single thread of karma.

Inside the Great Lei Yinsi of Lingshan, although Maitreya Buddha still maintained his smile, the gloom in the hearts of the high-level Buddhist sect had not dissipated.

That black abyss dragon that was biting at the Buddhist luck in the long river of luck was still entrenched in the Three Realms, constantly growing stronger.

And the hidden valley on the back of Lingshan, the Demon Realm fragment deep within the spatial fold.

Under the gray firmament, the demonic aura rolled.

On the flat rock where Su Chen was in seclusion, his figure could no longer be seen at this moment.

In his place was a gray-white giant cocoon three zhang high.

The giant cocoon was completely condensed from materialized Chaos Qi, and its surface was covered with complex Chaos Dao patterns.

A terrifying aura that suppressed the ages and transcended heaven and earth constantly overflowed from inside the giant cocoon.

"Thump... thump..."

A dull beating sound came from inside the giant cocoon; the frequency was not fast, but every vibration caused the surrounding space to resonate with it.

Suddenly, the beating sound stopped.

The Chaos Dao patterns on the surface of the giant cocoon lit up suddenly.

"Boom!"

A roar that shattered the void resounded through the Demon Realm.

The gray-white Chaos shell shattered inch by inch, transforming into violent Chaos air currents filling the sky and sweeping in all directions.

Su Chen walked out slowly from the Chaos air filling the sky, his upper body bare.

The skin all over his body glowed with a layer of moist, gray-white luster.

Dense Chaos Dao patterns were branded on his muscles and bones, hiding deep within his flesh and blood as he breathed.

Su Chen stopped and looked down at his hands.

The great dragon of his spine had undergone another transformation at this moment, with the entire spine covered in Chaos Dao patterns.

Every vibration pumped a massive amount of Chaos origin into the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints.

The miniature inner worlds within the acupoints operated madly, taming these violent forces and circulating them throughout his body along the exclusive five-element channels.

"Chaos Nine Turns," seventh turn minor completion.

Su Chen felt the surging power within his body, and a bright light shot from his eyes.

Through fifty years of cultivation, he had used the Chaos Bell to extract Chaos Qi to temper his physical body without any scruples, finally taking another step forward in physical cultivation.

Seventh turn minor completion, the origin of the physical body is infinitely close to chaos.

Su Chen was confident that if he were to face those top Buddhist powers again, even without the defense of the Chaos Bell, he would dare to confront a Mid-Stage Semi-Sage power head-on with this physical body alone.

Invulnerable to all laws, possessing the foundation of Hunyuan, this was the overbearing nature of "Chaos Nine Turns."

With a thought, Su Chen draped a cyan robe over his body.

He turned his head and looked at the black demonic pool in the distance.

In the center of the demonic pool, that Twelve-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus was already shrouded in dense demonic aura.

A black lotus phantom a hundred zhang high wrapped Qiao Ling inside it.

Qiao Ling's eyes were closed, hovering at the heart of the lotus.

The Great Freedom Demonic Qi and the destructive Dao rhyme of the World-Destroying Black Lotus were intertwined, merging with each other.

Qiao Ling's aura was as deep as an abyss, and his cultivation had been completely stabilized at the peak of the Jin Xian Realm, just one step away from the Emperor Taiyi Jin Xian Realm.

"The refining has reached a critical moment." Su Chen checked and confirmed that everything was going smoothly for Qiao Ling.

Refining a Supreme Innate Magic Treasure was by no means an easy task.

Although Qiao Ling had obtained the black lotus's master-recognition, it would still take a long time to completely control the forty-five innate restrictions within it.

Su Chen did not disturb him; with a thought, the Hunyuan Great Luo Dao Fruit within his dantian operated.

He pinched his fingers to deduce the heavenly secrets.

A moment later, Su Chen's brows raised.

"Fifty years have passed, and the aura of the great tribulation in the Three Realms is already very intense." Su Chen's expression was solemn. "It seems that the Great Tribulation of the Journey to the West is about to begin under the promotion of the Buddhist sect."

He could not stay here forever.

He needed to sit in charge of Huaguo Mountain, and the overall situation of the Demon Alliance also needed his coordination.

More importantly, the Great Tribulation of the Journey to the West was beginning, and he had to enter the game and make his moves in this great game of chess laid out across the Three Realms.

Su Chen pinched incantations with both hands and cast dozens of strands of Hunyuan magic power.

The magic power intertwined around the demonic pool, transforming into a hidden defensive array; as long as there was any external force forcibly breaking the array, he would be able to sense it immediately.

After finishing all this, Su Chen summoned the Chaos Bell.

Xuanhuang Qi dripped down, concealing his aura.

Su Chen, with the Chaos Bell above his head, used the Chaos Bell to tear through the void, left the Demon Realm remnant silently, and stepped into the territory of Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou again.

After leaving the heart of Lingshan, Su Chen put away the Chaos Bell, hid his figure, and sped eastward.

The scene along the way caught his attention.

Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou was still the world of the Buddhist sect, with magnificent Buddhist temples visible everywhere and incense flourishing.

But beneath these appearances, Su Chen keenly sensed undercurrents surging.

Above a desolate mountain forest, a fierce battle was erupting.

Three Buddhist Vajras wearing bright red kasayas were besieging a loose cultivator wearing a tattered Daoist robe.

That loose cultivator only had the cultivation of the Early Stage Heavenly Immortal Realm, and facing the three Vajras at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, he was completely at a disadvantage.

"Heretic! Die!" A Jin Gang roared, smashing down with the demon-subduing pestle in his hand.

That loose cultivator was covered in blood, with nowhere to retreat.

There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a touch of madness.

"A clay Buddha cannot save me!"

The loose cultivator laughed, and an aura within his body erupted with a boom.

That was the Great Freedom Demonic Qi.

The loose cultivator did not choose to defend, but rushed straight toward the demon-subduing pestle.

He detonated his own Heavenly Immortal origin, mixed with the Great Freedom Demonic Qi, transforming into a violent destructive air wave.

"Boom!"

The dazzling light swallowed the three Vajras.

After the explosion, the loose cultivator left no bones behind, and the three Vajras also fell from the clouds, seriously injured, their golden bodies covered in cracks.

Su Chen stood high in the sky, witnessing all this.

This loose cultivator had clearly come into contact with the "True Self" inheritance of the Great Freedom Demonic Dao spread by Fen Chen.

Heading east, Su Chen saw several similar conflicts.

Those cultivators who had awakened their true selves were playing guerrilla warfare against the high-and-mighty Buddhist sect in this pure land of the Buddhist sect, Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou.

Fen Chen's preaching was remarkably effective. The seeds of the Great Freedom Demonic Dao had already taken root and sprouted in Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou.

But correspondingly, the Buddhist sect's counterattack was also extremely cruel.

Su Chen saw in a mortal city that just because someone was secretly worshipping the statue of the "Great Freedom Heavenly Venerable," it attracted the descent of a Buddhist Luo Han.

The Luo Han cast down Buddha fire, burning the entire street to ashes to punish those heretics who did not respect the true Buddha.

Suppression and resistance, blood and slaughter, were constantly being staged in the dark corners of Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou.

Su Chen did not take action to save anyone.

He knew very well that this was the pain that must be experienced for change.

The Buddhist sect had ruled Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou for countless eons and was deeply rooted; it was impossible not to shed blood if one wanted to dig out the roots of this big tree.

He alone could save them for a while, but not for a lifetime; only by letting this fire burn completely could the luck of the Buddhist sect be truly shaken.

Su Chen withdrew his gaze, accelerated, and crossed the border between Xiniu Xiuniu Hezhou and Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou.

The moment he stepped into the territory of Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou.

Su Chen stopped abruptly and looked up at the firmament.

The human luck between heaven and earth had undergone a heaven-shaking change.

The originally scattered and fragmented luck of Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou was now highly condensed.

In the central area of Nanzhan Nanjian Buzhou, a massive national luck of a dynasty soared into the sky, straight into the clouds.

Su Chen opened his Dharma Eye to look.

In the center of that national luck, there was an extremely magnificent city.

Above the city, that flourishing dark golden national luck gathered into a five-clawed golden dragon phantom ten thousand zhang long.

The golden dragon circled above the city, its dragon eyes wide open, looking down on all directions, repelling all laws.

Within the coverage of this luck golden dragon, the magic power of any immortal, god, demon, or monster would be greatly suppressed.

Without the imperial decree of the imperial court, even a Great Luo Jin Xian would not dare to fly easily above that city.

That was the ultimate manifestation of human luck.

"The Great Tang has appeared." Seeing all this, Su Chen understood immediately.

After hundreds of years of time, the dynasties in the mortal world had changed constantly, and in recent years, a unified dynasty had finally appeared again.

The Great Tang was founded four years ago, with its capital in Chang'an.

Su Chen stood in the clouds, looking toward Chang'an.

Chang'an City was bustling with traffic, the atmosphere of the mortal world was flourishing, and the rolling red dust made one look on with awe.

And beneath that human luck, the aura of the game between immortals and Buddhas was hidden.

The Daoist sect, the Buddhist sect, and the Heavenly Court were all calculating and probing inside and outside Chang'an City.

The eyes of all the great forces were gathered on this mortal capital at this moment.