Chapter 78: The Buddha Speaks of Universal Salvation—Not a Lie

My god, what have I just seen!

Miracle!! Miracle!!

I must be dreaming—someone wake me up! No, don’t wake me—let me stay in this dream a little longer, this dream is too… too miraculous.

Medicine!! Give me medicine!! I… my heart condition’s flaring up again!

Everyone went mad, screaming at the top of their lungs to release the boundless shock within them.

Through livestreams, televisions, and their own eyes, they witnessed a scene they would never forget in their lifetimes.

The battlefield zone.

Like a tree of fire and silver flowers, the six-eyed demon dissolved into countless specks of starlight, scattering downward—unimaginable that such beautiful, radiant fireflies could have been born from the body of that grotesque six-eyed demon.

Then came an astonishing sight.

The starlike fireflies fell like melting snow, extinguishing the inferno; the shattered earth’s cracks and gullies slowly healed. The scorched, lifeless soil, blackened by bombs, glowed faintly green. One by one, lush sprouts of grass, saplings, and flowers burst forth from the ground, growing at visible speed.

Not long after—just three or four breaths.

The entire wasteland became a spring meadow, blanketed in flowers blooming in vibrant competition, teeming with life.

Spring grassland.

Gazing at this beautiful scene, Director Takahashi’s eyes grew distant, murmuring in awe—then suddenly, he trembled violently.

Spring grassland?! What the hell am I thinking? This was a scorched wasteland, a dead zone cleansed by artillery fire—yet it has burst back to life, transformed into something so magnificent…

Looking at the scorched earth now covered in flowers and grass, swaying in the wind, the ruined buildings also overgrown with vegetation, resembling gentle grassy hills—stretching out before them, vast and magnificent.

Countless people stood frozen, too stunned to speak.

So powerful, so powerful.

In a villa in Tokyo, the abbot of Sensō-ji trembled with excitement, nearly suffering a heart attack from the old monk’s display.

This is the power of our Buddhism—see? This is the transcendence of our Buddhism!

The abbot was nearly hysterical, his eyes filled with awe and fanaticism.

At the same moment, online, a swarm of scientists were tearing out their hair, screaming “Impossible! Impossible! This isn’t scientific!”

All common knowledge—metabolic power, conservation of energy, energy transformation—shattered. They could understand the earth sprouting grass, could accept rapid plant growth, could even accept the demon’s body turning into energy—but what the hell was this: concrete buildings turning into plants? The earth healing itself? This is insane! What kind of energy is this from the demon’s body? It grows grass and heals the land? Even omnipotent cells aren’t this powerful!

They were frantic, feeling their lifelong belief in scientific supremacy crumbling.

Just as they thought this.

The livestream audience heard the anchor’s shrill, nearly hysterical scream.

“That’s!!”

His cry drew the scientists' attention to the livestream video.

The next instant.

Their belief in scientific supremacy didn’t just crumble—it exploded, annihilated!

In the battlefield zone, countless starlike fireflies emitted a gentle green glow, like lively little spirits trailing long, pale green tails, brimming with life, landing on the earth, on buildings, on the flames, and into the bodies of the “sleeping” people—and then…

They moved!

Amidst the crowd’s tears, disbelief, and countless other reactions, they saw: the dead Self-Defense Force soldiers, the dead fathers, the dead lovers, the dead friends—bodies already cold, blood drained, pulses gone, pupils dilated, clearly corpses—yet their fingers and eyelashes twitched…

Then they opened their eyes, sitting up dazedly.

“Where am I? Hell?”

“So hell is this beautiful?”

They looked around in confusion, gazing at the emerald-green, magnificent grassy hills—memories slowly returning. They remembered dying, killed by the demons—but why was their body so warm, like sitting by a fireplace in winter? Why… why was their heart still beating?

If they weren’t dead, then why were their severed limbs regenerating, their wounds healing?

At this moment, before livestreams and televisions, all those watching the battlefield…

Were stunned!

Horrified!

Countless emotions—confusion, disbelief, utter impossibility—exploded within every person’s body, mind, soul, and will!

Released—wild, frenzied release: shouts, yells, screams hoarse from exertion.

The oldest, most fundamental law of humanity: the unchangeable balance of life and death.

Broken!!!

“My God! What have I just seen?!!”

From a Japanese research institute came a roar from an American scientist.

All scientists’ eyes widened, pupils dilated to their limits, howling like madmen, venting their shock.

“He—he—he actually did this?!”

At the blockade line, Director Takahashi and Professor Nakata could no longer sit still—their composure shattered, faces twisted in shock.

Japan’s National Diet.

The Prime Minister, Cabinet members, and Japan’s highest authorities abandoned all dignity, rushing forward, pressing their faces against the screen, desperate to etch every detail of the scene into their minds.

When Director Takahashi had mentioned the possibility of transcendence creating worlds, someone had already submitted theories to the Prime Minister and others—but they had only speculated, never truly believed. Yet now, they never imagined they would witness this sight.

Resurrection!

Bringing the dead back to life, restoring flesh to bones!

This act, violating the laws of life and death, had been broken, achieved. If the starlight healing the earth and growing grass could be explained by dark energy, growth stimulants, energy absorption, etc.—

But!

This resurrection cannot be explained! Death is death. Life reaches its end—there is no turning back.

Now, the most impossible possibility had appeared—directly, visibly, before countless eyes, undeniably exposed to every pair of viewers, striking every retina.

Over a thousand people were resurrected!

At this moment!

At this very moment!

Nothing was more shocking, nothing more convincing to the Prime Minister, Cabinet, Director Takahashi, and everyone else—that transcendence could create worlds.

If the most impossible thing had been accomplished, then creating a world? Of course it could be done!

Then the next instant.

Everyone shifted their gaze, all turning toward that figure.

The old monk’s face remained solemn, calm, serene, utterly unruffled—as if resurrecting a thousand souls was nothing more than a simple gesture.

His hands clasped, robes unstained by dust, his figure unimposing—yet he radiated an invisible grandeur, inspiring awe, carrying a subtle magic that calmed the spirit, evoking ancientness and timelessness, as if he had walked through countless ages and endured all worldly trials.

Countless people stared blankly, lost in thought—everyone who looked at the old monk felt the same.

“Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha’s boundless mercy.”

A soft whisper, echoing across heaven and earth, reverberating through the land.

Yet the old monk paid no heed to the attention—he kept his hands clasped, whispered softly, and gazed toward the direction of the six-eyed demon. Even though the demon had turned to ash, he still looked there, his Buddha-light flowing gently, divine as a celestial being.

Whether out of curiosity about what the old monk was seeing, or admiration, or a desire to share his vision and understand his transcendence, everyone followed his gaze.

Then came a horrifying, world-shattering event.

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