Chapter 260: The Kunpeng angrily rebukes the plagiarizing Red Cloud, as Sanskrit scriptures appear!

Gonggong and Zhurong fled violently several thousand li before barely stopping their bodies.

Both groaned continuously, their faces flushing red.

Inside, their qi and blood surged tumultuously, unable to calm.

No need for more words; superiority was instantly decided!

Although Di Jiang and the others did not cultivate a primordial spirit, they could still tell.

Although previously it had been only two moves, Chen Ku indeed used only his physical strength.

His divine sense, legal order, and so forth were not unleashed in the slightest.

Even so, it was already an overwhelming dominance.

"Brother Chen Ku, your physical strength is truly unheard of throughout the ages!"

Zhu Jiuyin drew a sharp breath of cold air and exclaimed softly.

If such words came from an ordinary cultivator's mouth, perhaps they wouldn't be worth noting.

But coming from an Ancestral Witch's mouth, it is truly shocking to the world.

Asking himself, if Gonggong and Zhurong were replaced by Zhu Jiuyin himself, the latter might not necessarily be able to withstand Chen Ku's might.

Hearing his words, Di Jiang, Qiang Liang, and the others also nodded slightly.

"Brother Chen Ku, by tempering your body in the Father God Blood Pool, the effect even surpasses ours."

"Now, his physical body is probably not inferior to an extreme-grade innate spiritual treasure."

"Terrifying, truly terrifying!"

"As I said before, no matter what happens in the future, we must absolutely not become enemies with Brother Chen Ku."

All of them felt this way, their expressions unprecedentedly solemn.

At present, in the hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, to be enemies with Chen Ku would be even more unsettling and dreadful than provoking a Saint.

Amidst their astonishment.

On the field, after a single move crushed Gonggong and Zhurong.

Chen Ku also did not continue to attack.

He stood in the field, smiling as he looked at the two opposite him.

"Hehe, thank you, fellow Daoists!"

Hearing this, Gonggong and Zhurong exchanged a glance.

Afterwards, Gonggong gave a bitter laugh and spoke:

"Hah... what thanks!"

"A loss is a loss!"

"Brother Chen Ku's physical strength leaves us all in awe."

"This time, we two lost utterly convinced."

Gonggong, too, was completely candid, his face calm as he admitted their defeat.

Had it been earlier, they might still have claimed Chen Ku relied on legal order, primordial spirit, etc., to make excuses.

But this time, Gonggong and Zhurong had no excuses left whatsoever.

These words also further increased Chen Ku's fondness.

"Hahaha......"

"This matter is concluded; I too should take my leave."

Chen Ku said no more.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had already obtained the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique.

He himself had likewise achieved tempering his body in the Pangu Blood Pool, as well as gaining three spiritual treasures.

Therefore, it was also time to depart.

But just as he rose, Chen Ku's expression shifted, as if he had thought of something.

He glanced back at the vast Pangu Holy Hall and then spoke softly.

"Fellow Daoists, this Pangu Holy Hall is originally the most sacred place in the world."

"Yet now, it is suffused with overwhelming killing intent."

"Fellow Daoists, you should also pay attention to your own virtue."

This statement is obscure and puzzling, hard to fathom.

Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the others stared blankly, but did not think further, merely assuming Chen Ku was unaccustomed to the place's thick killing intent.

Moreover, they had already set their minds on cultivating the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique.

Therefore, although they did not understand its meaning, Di Jiang and the others did not ask further, merely nodding and responding politely with a few words.

Only Hou Tu, upon hearing Chen Ku's words, had her beautiful eyes flicker, then fell into contemplation.

Seeing this, Chen Ku also knew that each had their own fate, and saying more would be useless.

Saying no more, Chen Ku immediately set out, returning to the Western World.

Watching Chen Ku depart, the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately entered seclusion, quietly contemplating the profound mysteries of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, peace and tranquility were likewise restored.

And speaking of Chen Ku!

After leaving the Wu Clan, he lingered not a moment, directly opening the Gate of Myriad Marvels and heading straight to the Western World.

However, as his form just appeared, he had not even had time to return to Mount Sumeru.

At that very moment, an abrupt anomaly arose in the Western World.

Boom—

At a certain moment!

Above the nine heavens, a tremendous thunderclap burst forth, its sound rumbling, deep and heavy.

Looking up, vast sheets of electric light flickered, sharp and unparalleled, gripping the heart and soul.

The tribulation clouds descend!

This scene is not unfamiliar to the beings of the primordial world.

In an instant, the Western realms boiled over, countless beings clamoring.

"Tribulation clouds? Heavens, why has a thunder tribulation fallen upon the West?!"

"Could it be that some living being has provoked the Heavenly Dao?!"

"Sigh... please no, the Western realms have already endured countless barren ages."

"Now, after great effort we have barely recovered; must the Heavenly Dao's thunder tribulation destroy it all again?"

Terror!

Unease!

Extreme panic spread through the hearts of ordinary beings.

To them, the Heavenly Dao's thunder tribulation is an unparalleled terror.

Moreover, after countless eons in the West, plus the guidance of Jieyin and Zhunti, and Chen Ku's efforts, the West has finally regained its present flourishing state.

If the thunder tribulation destroys them again, the beings would truly be reduced to tears without shedding any.

But at the same time, Chen Ku gazed thoughtfully at the vast tribulation clouds filling the sky.

After a moment, he was not startled but delighted.

"Could it be... that Daoist Hongyun has created the Buddhist script?!"

Immediately, Chen Ku formed this guess in his mind.

Nowadays, the West is no longer a place despised by the Heavenly Dao.

And this thunder tribulation does not seem like destruction, but rather... a test?!

Thus, Chen Ku reacted swiftly.

Only if Hongyun creates the Buddhist script will the Heavenly Dao be moved.

And if the newly born Buddhist script can withstand the tribulation's trial, then it can earn the Heavenly Dao's approval and receive blessings, etc.

Indeed.

It seems to confirm Chen Ku's guess.

The next moment, a grand voice echoed from Mount Sumeru.

"I, the humble Daoist Hongyun, having been moved by the wondrous Dharma of Buddhism, have specially created the Buddhist script."

"In the future, wherever the Buddhist script spreads, the Buddhist Dharma may be widely propagated."

"May the Heavenly Dao grant its approval!"

Hongyun's grand Dao transmission instantly dispelled the beings' panic.

Chen Ku became even more delighted.

However, this act also seemed to provoke the vast tribulation clouds.

Crack...

Thunder exploded, piercing metal and splitting stone.

Just the shockwave of that sound, which shook the high heavens, caused a divine peak thousands of zhang tall below to burst apart, sending sand and rocks flying.

The void shattered inch by inch, giving rise to violent spacetime turbulence, terrifying beyond measure.

Although we already know this is beneficial for the West,

the beings still cannot help but change color.

As far as the eye can see, tremendous, unparalleled thunderbolts like giant dragons stretch across heaven and earth, shattering all things, horrifying beyond description.

But Hongyun had anticipated this.

The next moment, countless Buddhist scriptures burst forth in the void, dense as smoke waves, covering the sky and blocking the sun.

Looking around, the Buddhist scriptures appear twisted and askew, their meaning obscure.

Yet each Buddhist script is surrounded by a divine radiance of the Dao, floating up and down, profound and mysterious.

Immediately after, the Buddhist scriptures intertwined, illuminating the nine heavens and ten earths, as if condensing a spatial barrier.

Boom!

Boom!

The power of the thunder grew ever more fearsome.

Yet no matter how many heavenly thunderbolts crashed down, the myriad Buddhist scriptures remained unmoving, indestructible.

Moreover, each time a thunderbolt fell and its violent force dissipated, the Buddhist scriptures shone even brighter, exuding an indescribable divine mystery.

That scene was as if the Buddhist scriptures were being tempered by the power of the tribulation.

That day, the Western realms exploded in a manner never before seen.

And... it was a physical explosion!

Between heaven and earth, countless mighty beings glanced sideways.

No one knows how long passed, but the Buddhist scriptures burst forth with golden light, reaching a blinding intensity.

And the power of the tribulation had also reached its limit.

Finally, as the last thunderbolt vanished into the void,

this wave, the Buddhist scriptures completely withstood the tribulation's test.

Seeing this, Hong Yun, Chen Ku, and the Western sentient beings all secretly let out a long breath of relief.

No need to say more.

By this point, the Buddhist script had received the Heavenly Dao's approval.

The heavenly tribulation faded, replaced by rising rosy light and interwoven auspicious colors.

Boundless merit of the Heavenly Dao descended, continuously flowing into Hong Yun's body.

This time, Chen Ku intentionally accumulated more merit for Hong Yun.

Thus, during the creation of the Buddhist script, he never inquired, relying entirely on Hong Yun's own insight.

Therefore, this merit was enjoyed solely by Hong Yun.

Under the infusion of vast merit, Hong Yun's body radiated light, his aura mighty, his cultivation rising steadily, advancing irresistibly.

Late Quasi-Saint......

Perfect Quasi-Saint......

In just a brief moment, his cultivation realm rose straight to the peak of Quasi-Saint.

But this had not yet ended.

Merit continued to pour down, and Hong Yun's aura kept surging.

At this moment, all beings could no longer remain calm.

"Not over yet? Hiss... Is Hong Yun really going to prove the Dao and become a Saint today?!"

"Heavens, in the past the Three Pure Ones, the Two Western Saints, Nüwa and others successively became Saints, leaving only Hong Yun."

"Today, will he finally take this step?"

"Unbelievable, after today, will the Western Buddhist Sect truly become a sect with three Saints?!"

All beings exclaimed, countless great powers' faces grew solemn.

This time, all beings naturally believed the remaining merit was enough for Hong Yun to prove the Dao and become a Saint.

And amidst such exclamations.

At one moment, all beings clearly sensed that Hong Yun was only one final obstacle away from becoming a Saint.

Half a step away!

If he could cross it, Hong Yun would truly possess mighty Saintly aura, and the Saint's fruition would loom high.

But under the increasingly fervent and expectant gaze of all beings.

Hong Yun's rise... gradually stopped here.

In the end, all merit merged, yet he still did not cross that step.

Instantly, all beings were utterly dumbfounded, staring at each other, unable to react for a moment.

"This... actually failed again?!"

"Hehe... This Ancestor Hong Yun truly has a tortuous path."

"Surpassing the Quasi-Saint peak yet not truly a Saint, Hong Yun should now be called... a False Saint."

"Alas, ending in failure again, that Ancestor Hong Yun must be on the verge of tears."

All beings whispered among themselves.

False Saint!

This is also a new title created for Hong Yun by some great powers, fitting his current realm.

But in the High Heaven, Chen Ku watched this scene.

"False Saint......"

"Perhaps calling him a Lesser Saint would be more accurate."

He muttered to himself.

In fact, the realm of Lesser Saint does exist in cultivation.

But only a few beings endowed with tremendous fortune can trigger this realm.

Just like Hong Yun now.

Moreover, unlike the disappointment of all beings.

At present, Chen Ku's expression remained normal.

"Only half a step remains."

"In that case, will true Dao-proof and Sainthood still be far?!"

Chen Ku thought thus.

Afterward, he smiled and immediately headed toward Hong Yun's position.

Meanwhile.

In the Eastern Heaven and Earth, countless powerful beings had already taken notice of this scene.

The Three Pure Ones and others observed from afar.

"Buddhist script......"

"This time, Hong Yun gained merit again through this, which is also good fortune."

"This also greatly benefited the Western Buddhist Sect."

The Three Pure Ones sighed a few lines.

And this was also the reaction of most Primordial cultivators.

Envy!

Astonishment!

Since the West's revival, merit can be said to no longer be something rare.

At the same time, some beings were full of curiosity, not understanding what wonderful use and meaning the so-called Buddhist script created by Hong Yun had.

But in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, regarding this matter, perhaps only the giant fish-bird felt great indignation.

"Damn it, damn it!"

"Hmph, what a Hongyun, actually daring to plagiarize this seat!"

"How can such an act of copying others' wisdom deserve to gain merit?"

At this moment, the giant fish-bird was furious and exasperated, repeatedly letting out low angry growls, brows tightly furrowed, face as still as water.

I myself had only just created the demon script.

Right now, Hongyun closely follows, creating Buddhist script?

Is this not outright plagiarism of myself?

The giant fish-bird's eyes burned with envy, giving rise to endless jealousy.

After all, I originally intended to seize Hongyun's primordial purple qi, but ultimately returned empty-handed.

Now, it's the reverse: Hongyun plagiarizes me, almost achieving sainthood in one fell swoop.

"Shameless!"

"Too shameless!"

If it weren't for considering the sage authority of Jieyin and Zhunti, the giant fish-bird would likely have shouted, "Hongyun has been led astray by the West!"

Of course, no matter how angry he is, how unwilling he feels.

Now, everything is already settled; Hongyun's strength is beyond doubt.

Thus, after a long while, the giant fish-bird could only sink into silence with a grim, dark face.

His gaze toward Hongyun grew ever more sinister.

The Western heavens and earth, Mount Sumeru!

"Hehe, congratulations, Daoist Hongyun, for uniquely creating Buddhist script and gaining the Heavenly Dao's merit."

"How wonderful, how wonderful! Now that Buddhist script has appeared, in the future we will spread the Buddhist Dharma with even greater efficiency."

"Haha, old friend Hongyun, to have such an opportunity today truly makes this seat feel envious."

Jieyin, Zhunti, Zhenyuanzi, Chen Ku and others all spoke up, congratulating the venerable Hongyun.

Hearing the congratulations and praise from those few, Hongyun could not hide his joy and excitement.

"Hehe, this humble Daoist thanks you all!"

Just then, Chen Ku spoke again.

"In my view, the name 'Buddhist script' is inappropriate; how about renaming it 'Brahma script'?"

He bestowed the name 'Brahma script'.

Upon this, Jieyin and Zhunti merely blinked in surprise, then nodded with smiles.

Chen Ku has the authority to define everything in the Buddhist Sect.

Moreover, now is a time of great joy in the West; they naturally would not probe its deeper meaning.

Thus, the Brahma script has come into the world.

Chen Ku's heart was greatly moved.

This is once again advancing the opportunity for the Buddhist Sect's rise.