Chapter 89: Saicho Is Dead

The Demon Lord of the Demon God Temple couldn't help but sigh: "Although he was killed by bloating, the one who killed him was a mighty existence from the Creator's World. I think the Sacrificial Lord would know this from the netherworld; even in death, he should be at peace."

Just as the Demon Lord of the Demon God Temple was about to say something more.

"Since they are not creatures from that side, let it be. Amitabha."

Accompanied by the old Monk's weathered whisper transmitting into the Void Demon Realm.

Boom!

A world-shaking roar, the Void Demon Realm trembled.

Boundless divine light erupted, as if the sky had exploded.

The next moment.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of eyes in the Void Demon Realm, the towering Buddha hand that was about to destroy the Void Demon Realm dissipated.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord of the Demon God Temple and others breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer on edge; it seemed the elegant figure's words had been heard by the one who acted, and they intended to stop.

At this very moment.

In the nine heavens' firmament, Cimu, whose temperament was elegant like a noble from the heavens, smiled slightly.

This smile made ice and snow melt, made a hundred flowers feel ashamed on their own, and was enough to make thousands of young girls infatuated.

He took a step, each step a world, instantly crossing the Void Demon Realm, appearing before the broken space of Higashi-Ogiku.

"Konghai, with your abilities, you should have easily discovered that although the aura of these creatures is from that side, the aura is very weak; there must be a problem. Yet why, without investigating further, did you become angry and seek to destroy the realm? This does not seem like you."

With a light hand sweep, heaven and earth shook.

Endless demonic light shone brilliantly, covering the sky and earth of Lin Shan, as if time reversed, the scene rewound; the broken space healed, patches of light turned into fragments, filling the broken space.

In the blink of an eye, the broken space ceased to exist, restoring once again to Lin Shan; every blade of grass and every tree in the mountain, even the dewdrops on the grass blades, hung on the leaves just as before the breakage, crystal clear.

Drip.

The dewdrop fell, splashing up tiny, brilliant crystals.

Everything returned to freshness; if there was one difference between before and after, it was that the mud pit vortex was gone, the passage connecting the Void Demon Realm to this world no longer existed; at least now, if the Void Demon Realm wanted to come to this world, it would need to open a new passage.

From beginning to end, Cimu, from leaving to healing the space and blocking the Void Demon Realm's passage, never once looked at the Void Demon Realm, as if these matters, in the long river of his life, were not even a single wave, everything insignificant.

Director Takahashi, the Prime Minister, and everyone else, sweeping away the regret that they temporarily could not explore the Void Demon Realm to strengthen national power, all pricked up their ears.

They heard very clearly that Monk Konghai seemed to have hidden reasons for destroying the Void Demon Realm; it was not as simple as imagined.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

Monk Konghai could even resurrect people and destroy a realm with a casual hand; he should have noticed the gap between the Six-Eyed Demon and those from that side.

A long sigh.

Only to see Monk Konghai press his palms together, his eternal solemn Buddha appearance, a trace of sorrow appearing; although he still looked peaceful, although no one knew why he was sad, that immense sorrow was deeply conveyed, making people's noses ache, unable to help but want to wail loudly.

The sky was covered with a layer of mist, as if some great sorrow had occurred, vaguely making the world weep, causing heaven and earth to mourn.

"Saicho is dead."

Carrying sorrow in the leisurely, weathered tone.

As the sound spread, Cimu, walking toward Monk Konghai, paused slightly in his steps; then, in those eyes of his, where all heavens and stars seemed to be brewing and swirling, a flicker of realization appeared.

His lips parted lightly.

As elegant as ever, his posture as noble as usual, his temperament like a gentleman from the heavens.

"Accept your grief."

At this moment, Cimu looked at Monk Konghai.

"If destroying the Void Demon Realm can make you feel better, the Void Demon Realm is yours to destroy."

At this time, the broken space had not yet fully healed; his words could be heard by the giants of the Void Demon Realm.

Liver trembling, soul shaking.

The giants of the Void Demon Realm were terrified; their just-reddened faces turned withered again, their just-settled hearts lifted again, about to burst from their throats.

The Demon Lord of the Demon God Temple was about to cry.

Great Lord, how can you be like this? One second you acted to save us, saying this was a test product of that Creator, that it could not be harmed; you were so dignified, ready at any moment to fight the Buddha hand. How can the next second, you say the world you saved is given to the Buddha hand to destroy?

Regarding the Creator, the Demon Lord could hear that the Creator held a very high position in the heart of Cimu the Child; and as something of the Creator, shouldn't it be properly protected? How could you suddenly turn hostile?

The speed of changing faces was faster than flipping a book.

At this moment, the Demon Lord of the Demon God Temple very much wanted to roar and shout, "My Lord!! You cannot abandon us! We are test products, we are still useful!!"

Never had there been a moment more willing than now to accept the identity of a test product.

Even, the giants of the Void Demon Realm desperately wished they were test products.

There was no choice; now, the only thing that could save them was the identity of a test product; the only thing they could do was cling to the identity of a test product, so that Cimu the Child would protect them.

Facing the threat of death, whether inferior products, mongrels, or white mice, none of that mattered; what mattered was that it was truly good!

If you can survive, this identity is noble!

Moreover, if you think about it, the identity of a test product isn't bad; they were created by that Creator who shook heaven and earth and made ghosts weep, equivalent to having a close relationship with him, essentially climbing onto a thigh that reached the sky, inexplicably gaining a powerful backer. In the future, when stepping out of the otherworld, perhaps others would know their identity, learn they have a relationship with that Creator, and still fear them a third.

Thinking this way, all the Void Demons even felt proud.

Test products are the best!

I am a test product; I am proud of my mongrel identity!

Unfortunately, their cries were destined for Cimu not to hear, or rather, he was simply too lazy to listen, never caring, and whispered to Monk Konghai.

"Rest assured; although he was a bit selfish, being able to have the Void Demon Realm as Saicho's funeral accompaniment, he would be willing; the Void Demon Realm should also feel honored."

His words were light, calm as water.

But his words made everyone's hearts chill, shivering with fear.

That was a world! A world where hundreds of millions of creatures lived, just casually, without blinking an eye, taken as a funeral accompaniment.

Taking hundreds of millions of creatures as a funeral accompaniment for one person; just thinking of this idea terrified countless people, scaring their legs into trembling uncontrollably.

"Could Lord Cimu have also traveled to China with Master Konghai? This practice of burying a living person seems like the method of Qin Shi Huang..."

The Prime Minister's scalp went numb.

Director Takahashi, with burning ash from his cigarette falling onto his hand, remained oblivious, and asked Professor Zhongtian cautiously:

"Professor Zhongtian, who is Saicho? Why could he make Lord Cimu compromise and agree to bury an experiment of Shuten-doji as a sacrifice?"

After the question hung in the air for a moment, Professor Zhongtian finally came to his senses.

"Saicho is Master Saicho. I mentioned that Master Konghai traveled to China with the Kentoshi envoys during the Heian period, bringing back many Buddhist scriptures from China, which had a huge impact on Japanese Buddhism in the future.

Actually, he did not go alone; someone accompanied him.

That person was Master Saicho, a Gao Seng who was as famous as Master Konghai."