Chapter 608

For a time, his understanding of the Five Aggregates of the Heavenly Demon, consciousness, thoughts, and the nature of Yin Demons and Demon Heads deepened, and his Hehua Game gradually reshaped his worldview.

At this point, some had already begun riding Yin Demons to plunder others' thoughts; though they had not yet fully grasped demonic consciousness, their nascent demonic awareness was sufficient to command the Demon Heads born from thoughts, engaging in the "Hehua Game."

A player was engulfed by a swarm of Yin Demons, overwhelmed by countless sights, sounds, and tastes, rendering him utterly unable to perceive his own body amid the chaos—forced to fight solely with his consciousness.

His scattered thoughts could not form coherent understanding; his chaotic thoughts were easily plundered by the enemy.

Then came his logical thoughts…

"I am the Ninth Master's slave!" Some thoughts invaded his consciousness, easily rejected by him.

"I am not a slave!"

"I am a stupid, worthless fool!"

"I am not a stupid, worthless fool! I am Liu Dezhu…"

These thoughts—derived from self, perception, common sense, ideals, logic, and the components of consciousness—endured constant assaults from Demon Heads born of other players' thoughts; under such conditions, he must continually negate those thoughts, transforming his consciousness into a sword of wisdom to slay the Demon Heads!

Weak, scattered thoughts sought to drown the "True Self."

But thoughts like "What is this?" "So boring," "Want to sleep" were too feeble, their underlying perceptions too weak—swept away instantly by consciousness.

As long as focus was maintained, these scattered thoughts would naturally be subdued; to breach consciousness's defenses, one must gather these scattered thoughts into powerful "ideas."

The intertwined consciousnesses of both sides continually scattered thoughts, transforming them into ownerless Demon Heads, collected by passing players or coalescing into boundless Yin Demons.

Some players wove thoughts, turning each thought into powerful ideas of demonic consciousness, forging them into more stubborn Demon Heads to invade other players' consciousness.

Some players lost only fragments of their thoughts, preserving the integrity and focus of their consciousness, entering a defensive state, continuously rejecting invading thoughts, maintaining a clear and empty mind, strengthening their self-recognition of "Who am I?"

Consciousness cycled endlessly: "Who am I!" Each invading thought was negated and expelled, barely sustaining his own awareness.

Other players had already been implanted with many thoughts: "I love my master!"

"I am my master's slave!"

"My master is…"

His consciousness had been enslaved, continually generating thoughts on how to obey, why to obey, what a master is, who my master is—these thoughts were refined into Demon Heads, invading another player's consciousness…

Some players' self-recognition had been shattered by endless demonic thoughts, replaced with new conceptions of self.

"I am a stupid, worthless fool! We are all stupid, worthless fools!"

"I am a player! I am a player!" A fire demon endlessly chanted this; its consciousness had been conquered by a player, now reshaped around "Who am I," reconstructing further aspects of consciousness—including more self-recognition! Without more than "Who am I," its awareness would easily be invaded, erased, and replaced with a new self-identity.

In this war of the Hehua Game, the self is the most vital, the most central consciousness!

Self-recognition comes second.

Cui Jianjian already had six thousand fragments of self-consciousness, but in the last war, he nearly forgot which was the original body; though he barely retained the original consciousness, nine hundred fragments had been branded with the demonic awareness "I am the original," and now they rebelled!

At this moment, countless beings in the Western Kunlun World, corrupted by demonic influence, constantly birthed innumerable demonic thoughts, transforming into endless Yin Demons and Demon Heads.

Some Demon Heads, too powerful and complete in structure, even turned against their original masters.

Others, whose consciousness had been lost or whose thoughts were scattered and chaotic, gathered around the Heavenly Demon's single thought, gradually forming perceptions, evolving consciousness. These Demon Heads possessed complete awareness, yet were wholly demonic—only driven by demonic corruption, invasion, and plunder. They devoured any Yin Demons they encountered, reassembling them into themselves, devouring one another, evolving into more cunning, vast, and potent Demon Heads with ever-stronger thoughts.

Even the chickens in the Xinshoucun were corrupted; their simple consciousness was easily tainted, then shaped around implanted self-concepts into Demon Heads with full awareness.

They cunningly generated thoughts, transforming them into ideas and perceptions, solidifying their awareness, then surging through demonic energy into the boundless battlefield, joining the Hehua Game!

The Heavenly Demon's single thought taints all beings.

He transforms all demons, freely plays the game.

Protected by the Dao Dust Pearl, Brother Qian Chen watched as demonic energy surged through Western Kunlun, spawning frenzied Yin Demons—shivering. The thoughts of all beings scattered as Yin Demons, endless and infinite; each instant birthed countless thoughts, the most basic linking into ideas, Yin Demons devouring one another to form Demon Heads with rudimentary awareness!

Then countless Demon Heads and players of the Hehua Game slaughtered each other; perceptions grew ever more complex, consciousness ever stronger, soon devouring one another into Supreme Tian Mo with Nascent Soul-level awareness.

At this point, any Demon Heads still possessing self-recognition (all players of the Hehua Game had become Demon Heads) were immensely powerful.

These Demon Heads, under ceaseless assault of boundless demonic thoughts, honed their consciousness, strengthened self-recognition, beginning from the core of "Who am I," they perceived heaven and earth, the cosmos, the Dao, comprehended myriad demonic laws, and evolved boundless magical arts…

They commanded countless consciousnesses, forcing them to Ningju corresponding thoughts, contributing them to themselves—this was precisely like how divine beings arose from the faith of all beings.

These Demon Heads continuously refined and extracted the consciousnesses under their control, selecting valuable thoughts, absorbing them, then endlessly interrogating and tempering them within their awareness.

In the eyes of these Demon Heads, wisdom's light grew ever brighter, sparks of wisdom scattered, understanding deepened, all things known; thoughts grew ever more solid under the endless interrogation of Yin Demons, acquiring divine qualities.

Amid the refining of boundless demonic thoughts from all beings, several Demon Gods gradually emerged.

Other consciousnesses, unable to construct complete awareness or divine qualities, as their perceptions grew fragmented, generated fewer and fewer thoughts—soon captured and devoured by other Demon Heads.

To generate sufficient, powerful thoughts from simple consciousnesses, they gradually twisted, became extreme…

Hated everything, making hatred the core, twisting every demonic thought they touched—all thoughts could be devoured, then twisted into hatred. Unable to generate enough thoughts to form a complete awareness cycle, they instead used intense emotion as a core, twisting all things, becoming poison: once devoured by another Demon Head, they twisted its consciousness from within.

Jealousy…

Despair…

Destruction…

These twisted consciousnesses birthed another kind of Demon Head; among them, the strongest transformed their thoughts into unbreakable obsessions, capable of striking the Demon Gods, and even the orthodox Nascent Souls still struggling in the Hehua Game's boundless demonic thoughts—the Tiantan Supreme Tian Mo.

In an instant, boundless obsessive demonic thoughts invaded its spiritual platform, twisting its True Self!

Protected by the Dao Dust Pearl, Brother Qian Chen trembled before the boundless demonic thoughts.

The demonic nature within the Dao Dust Pearl, merely releasing a single thought, could turn the entire Western Kunlun World into demonic land, all beings transformed into Demon Heads.

The boundless Yin Demons, countless Demon Heads, the immensely powerful Demon Gods, even the orthodox Nascent Souls clinging to their spiritual platforms—all were parts of the gradually manifesting Taishang Supreme Tian Mo.

That single thought manifesting as the "Hehua Game" could be perceived and understood only by Brother Qian Chen—it was precisely—Taishang Wuwo!

Master Master Tianmeng guarded his spiritual platform, using his own inner light to repel all invading obsessive thoughts.

With his courage, wisdom, and compassion, he wore down despair, destruction, hatred, jealousy, laziness, and desire; simultaneously, he slew every demonic consciousness that invaded his spiritual platform—his thoughts, each like a śarīra, shone brilliantly, surrounded by boundless sandalwood Buddha light, celestial dragon chants, Jin Gang Buddha fire, seated upon a nine-petaled golden lotus!

Yet amid the refining of these myriad gods and demons, the wisdom, courage, and compassion of the Demon Heads in the Hehua Game, the players' steadfast defense of their spiritual platforms, their strengthening of self-recognition, their resistance to demonic thoughts—all were pure as pearls.

They became specks of light, falling upon Master Master Tianmeng!

Instantly transforming into thoughts of wisdom, courage, and compassion, merging into his consciousness—silent, imperceptible.

Master Master Tianmeng could not distinguish these thoughts aligning with his true nature; as these thoughts purified, how much of Master Master Tianmeng remained truly himself? His memories grew richer—he had been reborn nineteen thousand times, each life cultivating the Dharma, upholding compassion, wisdom, courage, accumulating merit; his rebirth memories continued to grow—demonic thoughts included not only jealousy, hatred, destruction, but also benevolence, courage, integrity, compassion…

All thoughts may be demonic!

Master Master Tianmeng was continually transforming into the "Buddha" within the Taishang Supreme Tian Mo's consciousness, nourished by thoughts aligning with his true nature amid endless demonic assault—in an instant, he passed through a hundred lifetimes, accumulating boundless merit, producing high-quality thoughts of Nascent Soul caliber.

The white-browed monk beside him watched, eyes blazing with fury—Master Master Tianmeng was being sacrificed—Hehua Hehua Zizai, refined into a Buddha!

He was being refined by the demonic thoughts of all beings about the "Buddha," shaped toward the "Buddha" in all beings' hearts; Master Master Tianmeng's cultivation, accumulating with each rebirth, had now reached the Bodhisattva stage.

He possessed the Bodhisattva's wisdom, courage, compassion, cultivation, and magical power!

But he was forged by the Taishang Supreme Tian Mo from all beings' thoughts of cultivating the Dharma.

He was merely a single thought of the Taishang Supreme Tian Mo!

As the white-browed monk was incessantly questioned by demonic thoughts, countless Dharma-related thoughts were stolen by the Supreme Tian Mo, then invaded Master Master Tianmeng's Nascent Soul—using the Dharma as a furnace, thought-force as fire, refining him endlessly; after tens or hundreds of millions of lifetimes, how much of Master Master Tianmeng remained?

Was it not the Supreme Tian Mo who had turned nine million times, seeking the Dharma, becoming the Great Hehua Zizai Tianwang Buddha?

The white-browed monk too was being questioned—the Bodhisattva thoughts of Master Master Tianmeng fell, transforming into demonic thoughts invading his heart.

Questioned: "What is Buddha?"

The white-browed monk gathered all his Nascent Soul power, fusing his entire self into his answer, barely resisting being transformed into a "Buddha."

But that single thought vanished instantly from his consciousness; beside him, where he could not see, a white-browed monk arose from that thought—endless thoughts about the white-browed monk himself poured in, instantly refined into a complete white-browed Nascent Soul.

Thus, densely packed, dozens of thousands of white-browed monks now stood there!

All were high-quality thought-production machines!

One by one, questions about self, Buddha, and all beings fell—some white-browed Nascent Souls were incomplete, degenerating into Demon Heads; others, stronger, were tempered by the questioning demonic thoughts, clarified their self, their Nascent Souls more stable.

Down this assembly line, a white-browed monk who fully comprehended self, with immeasurably profound realm, was refined—this was an assembly line for refining white-browed monks.

Then his lotus throne slowly turned, revealing to him the assembly line of white-browed monks.

The Taishang Supreme Tian Mo's single thought fell: "What is Bai Mei?"

At this moment, ninety-nine percent of the white-browed monks went mad: "Demon! True Demon Head… the demon of all beings! Buddha! How could such a demon exist?"

His fear, his perception of the Taishang Supreme Tian Mo, the demonic thoughts born from the shattering of his pure Zen mind—became raw material for refining Demon Heads.

Watching all this, seeing those refined into Buddhas, refined into Dao, questioned about self, continuously producing firm, powerful, lucid high-quality thoughts, then assembled into parts of the Taishang Supreme Tian Mo—Tiantan trembled, nearly driven mad!

He saw dozens of Master Master Tianmeng, Master Zhi, and other eminent Buddhist monks refined into "Buddhas!"

From the perspective of the Primordial Chaotic Yuan Tai, countless Buddha śarīras formed a golden eye of the Taishang Supreme Tian Mo, enveloping all of Western Kunlun, transforming all beings into demonic bodies.

His mind churned with overwhelming fear, thoughts racing!

Tiantan's memories, his perceptions, were constantly stolen—his awareness of the myriad worlds, the realm of reincarnation, the demonic Dao—became precious material, transformed into Demon Heads, invading the consciousnesses of those refined in this world.

Constantly colliding, producing new wisdom, ideas, perceptions, and thoughts.

Just as those Nascent Souls, using Tiantan, had briefly traveled the realm of reincarnation.

Every sensation, every thought, was sensed by countless Nascent Souls—Buddhas, Immortals, True Persons, Demon Gods—even extending to all beings.

The Taishang Supreme Tian Mo's consciousness was the fusion of all beings' consciousnesses; he looked once, and it was as if all beings of Western Kunlun looked together, then exchanged without reserve—birthed countless twisted, strange, absurd demonic thoughts, yet also birthed incalculable perceptions and wisdom. One thought of his equaled all beings suddenly having that thought, then extending it—though chaotic and endless, the wisdom of all beings thoroughly comprehended it.

Taishang Wuwo—I see all beings!

Before fleeing Western Kunlun, Brother Qian Chen nearly groaned: "What being is sealed within the Dao Dust Pearl?"

"What am I?"

"Thankfully, this time the demonic nature in Western Kunlun remains trapped in this special world—if it were triggered in the Earth Immortal Realm…"

Brother Qian Chen trembled violently.

To pass the Nascent Soul Tribulation, must I face such a being? Nine proofs of the Immortal Dao seem insufficient!

The ten-year-old riding the green ox had long been scared offline by Brother Qian Chen!

At this moment, Brother Qian Chen, using the Asura Supreme Tian Mo Secret Scroll, sensed a subtle connection with the ten-year-old—some immensely powerful law sealed this connection; the Dao Dust Pearl locked onto a certain coordinate on the other side. As the Taishang Supreme Tian Mo grew ever more complete, Brother Qian Chen used this moment of the Taishang Supreme Tian Mo's terrifying presence to directly strike that powerful law, finally tearing open a small gap upon it.

The conflict between the Taishang Supreme Tian Mo's vast existence and Western Kunlun's own laws finally shattered the seal, allowing Brother Qian Chen to flee with the Dao Dust Pearl, escaping into the mortal world.