Chapter 78: The Buddha Says Saving All Beings Is Not a Lie

"My heavens, what am I seeing!"

"A miracle!! A miracle!!"

"I must be dreaming. Someone, slap me awake! No! Don't wake me, let me dream a while longer. This dream is too... too miraculous."

"Medicine!! Give me medicine!! I... I'm having a heart attack!"

Everyone went mad, screaming aloud to vent the infinite shock swelling in their hearts.

Through live streams, televisions, and their own eyes, they witnessed a scene they would never forget in their lives.

The battlefield.

Like silver flowers blooming on fire trees, the six-eyed demon dissolved into specks of starlight, falling. One could not fathom that this beautiful, dazzling firefly brilliance was formed from the body of the six-eyed demon, so ugly in appearance.

Then, a shocking sight appeared.

The starry fireflies fell, like melting ice and snow, extinguishing the sea of fire. The cracked fissures and gullies of the shattered earth healed bit by bit. The scorched, lifeless land, destroyed by artillery shells, began to glow with a faint green light. Tufts of lush grass, saplings, and flower sprouts sprang lively from the soil, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not long after, merely three or four breaths.

The entire ruin and scorched earth, like spring warmth and blooming flowers, became covered in grass and flowers. The flowers bloomed in competition for beauty, brimming with vitality.

"Spring Grassland."

Gazing at this beautiful scenery, Director Takahashi's eyes grew hazy, murmuring as he was captivated by the view, then suddenly shuddering violently.

What the hell is a Spring Grassland!! What am I thinking? This is scorched earth and ruins baptized by artillery fire, a dead land! Yet it has revived with surging vitality, becoming so magnificent...

Staring at this scorched earth, covered in grass and flowers swaying in the wind, the ruined buildings were also overgrown with vegetation, resembling small grassy hills. Looking out, it was vast and beautiful.

Countless people were stunned, shocked into silence.

"Too amazing, too amazing."

Inside a villa in Tokyo, Japan, the abbot of Asakusa Temple was so excited he spoke incoherently, nearly suffering a heart attack from the old Monk's feat.

"This is the power of our Buddhism. Do you see? This is the transcendence of our Buddhism."

The abbot acted as if mad, his eyes filled with awe and fanaticism.

At the same time, online, a group of scientists were pulling their hair out until their scalps were bald, howling that it was impossible, impossible, this wasn't scientific.

Metabolic rates, conservation of energy, energy conversion—all common sense was shattered. Could they understand grass growing on the earth? Yes. Grass growing rapidly? Understandable. A demon's body turning into energy? Understandable. But what the hell is buildings and concrete turning into vegetation? And what the hell is the earth healing? Is this crazy? What is this energy formed from a demon's body? It can grow grass and heal the earth? Even universal cells aren't this awesome.

They went berserk, feeling the concept of scientific supremacy they had always held was crumbling.

Just as they were thinking this.

From the live stream being watched, the streamer's near-mad, sharp scream rang out.

"That is!!!"

His cry caught the scientists' attention, turning their gaze to the live stream footage.

The next moment.

Their concept of scientific supremacy no longer merely crumbled; it exploded, it was annihilated!

They saw in the battlefield, star-like specks of fireflies emitting a gentle green light, like lively little sprites, trailing long, pale green tails, full of vitality. They fell upon the earth, upon the buildings, upon the sea of fire, and into the bodies of the "sleeping" people, and then...

They moved!

Amidst everyone's tears, disbelief, and a hundred other reactions, they saw those Self-Defense Force soldiers, fathers, lovers, and friends in the battlefield who were clearly dead. Their bodies were already cold, their blood drained, their pulses gone, their pupils dilated. They were clearly corpses, yet their fingers and eyelashes twitched...

Immediately after, they opened their eyes and sat up, bewildered.

"Where is this? Is this hell?"

"So hell is this beautiful?"

They looked around in confusion, gazing at this green, magnificent grassland of hills. Memories slowly returned; they remembered they were already dead, killed by demons. But... why was their body so warm, like winter by a fireplace? Why... was their heart still beating?

If they were not dead, then why were their severed limbs regenerating and their wounds healing?

At this moment, before the live streams, before the televisions, everyone watching the battlefield...

Were stunned!

Horrified!

Countless emotions—unable to understand, unbelievable, inconceivable, and more—exploded within everyone's body, spirit, soul, and will!!

Venting, venting to the point of madness, roaring, shouting, screaming until their voices were hoarse.

Since ancient times, humanity's greatest law, the unchangeable conservation of life and death in the world.

Broken!!!

"My God! What am I seeing?!!"

From a Japanese research institute came the roar of an American scientist.

All the scientists' eyes widened to the point of splitting, their pupils dilated to the extreme. Like a pack of madmen, they roared wildly, venting their emotions.

"He... he... he even did this kind of thing!!"

Before the blockade line, Director Takahashi and Professor Zhongtian could no longer sit still; they couldn't hold back their expressions, their faces twisted in shock.

The highest Japanese Diet.

The Prime Minister, the Cabinet, and Japan's highest powers, devoid of any dignified image, rushed forward together, pressing their faces against the screen, desperate to imprint every single detail of the scene onto their minds.

Regarding the creation of a world by the transcendent, which Director Takahashi had mentioned, others had already submitted guesses to the Prime Minister and the others. For this, they only had speculation, absolutely not certainty or conviction. But! Now, they never expected to witness this scene.

Resurrection!

Bringing the dead back to life and fleshing out white bones!

This matter, violating the law of life and the rules of life and death, was broken and achieved. If the starry fireflies healing the earth and growing the grassland could perhaps be explained by various means—dark energy, growth accelerants, energy absorption, and so on.

But!

This resurrection cannot be explained! Dead is dead; life reaching its end cannot be changed at all.

Now, the most impossible possibility in this world has appeared, so directly, so intuitively presented before countless people, truly and vividly exposed to everyone's eyes, impacting everyone's retinas.

Over a thousand people have been resurrected!

At this moment!

At this very moment!

Nothing could be more thrilling than this resurrection, more certain to convince the Prime Minister, the Cabinet, Director Takahashi, and everyone else that the Extraordinary can create a world.

If even the most impossible thing has been accomplished, how could creating a world not be possible? It can be done!

And then the next moment.

Everyone shifted their gaze, all looking toward that figure.

That face bore an expression of solemn dignity, calm and serene, not a ripple stirred—as if reviving a thousand people was but a trivial matter to the Monk.

His hands were clasped together, his robes untouched by dust; though his stature was unimposing, he radiated an intangible grandeur that inspired awe, a subtle magic that calmed the spirit, evoking an instinctive sense of antiquity and time-worn depth, as if he had endured the ebb and flow of ages and witnessed all worldly matters.

Countless people stared in dazed silence—everyone who looked upon the Monk felt the same.

"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha's boundless compassion."

A soft utterance, its tone rippling outward, echoing across heaven and earth, resonating throughout the place.

Though all eyes were upon him, the Monk paid no heed; his hands remained clasped, his whisper barely audible, his gaze fixed upon the direction of the Six-Eyed Demon—even though the Six-Eyed Demon had long turned to ash, he still looked there, his Buddha-light flowing gently, sacred as a celestial immortal or divine being.

Whether out of curiosity for what the Monk was gazing at, or out of reverence, wishing to perceive the scene he saw, hoping to grasp his Extraordinary insight, everyone followed the Monk's line of sight.

And then a horrifying event unfolded.

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