Chapter 668 - 350: Buddhist Six-Character Mantra
Zheng Yi gazed coldly from the sky and invoked the Buddhist Six-Character Mantra.
The eighteen-foot golden body behind him had a spinning golden aura, upon which countless divine spirits chanted and worshiped.
The God Sacrifice Technique was operating at full capacity.
Oṃ māṇi padme hūṃ...
He moved his fingers in a finger technique, his hand constantly changing, and in the void behind him, an even larger giant Buddha appeared, shimmering with golden light.
The giant Buddha, as vast as Sumeru Mountain, lay across the void, its eyes half-closed. From the depths of its eyes, beams of terrifying golden light burst forth, transforming into countless Buddhist symbols in the sky, calming the previously turbulent space.
It seemed as if the entire sky descended at that moment.
Such immense power suppressed the earth, rendering all things silent. Even the demonic qi rising toward the heavens could not withstand this dreadful damage.
Even the Demon Venerable sealed within the earth’s crust let out muffled groans, clearly sustaining considerable damage under this terrifying impact.
One could say that the Buddha’s light possessed extraordinary destructive power against fearsome demon fiends, as the terrifying tide of demonic qi completely dissipated beneath the vast expanse of Buddha’s light.
Zheng Yi maintained a calm expression, suddenly opening his eyes, while the giant Buddha’s eyes behind him also widened. Buddha’s light poured down like a tidal wave, as if to envelop the entire world within.
The terrifying tide of demonic qi, as if meeting a terrible nemesis, swiftly retracted its outstretched tendrils, while the golden light stood like a mountain, blocking the impact of the demonic qi.
From afar, the quaking demonic qi approached, yet the formidable impact it brought failed to shake the mountain-like Buddha’s light in the slightest.
Accompanied by Zheng Yi chanting the Buddhist Six-Character Mantra, Oṃ māṇi padme hūṃ.
Mysterious Daoist sounds emanated from Zheng Yi’s mouth, instantly filling the entire space.
It was as if the entire world was enveloped in the sacred aura of Buddha’s light.
Even the Demon Venerable, suppressed beneath the thick space, let out muffled groans.
Evidently, the Buddha’s light pervaded everywhere, not only penetrating space but also reaching several thousand meters below the earth’s surface, its mighty power even causing Zheng Yi, the one who wielded it, to take notice.
"Boy, wait a moment... no, wait..."
The voice of the Demon Venerable continuously echoed in Zheng Yi’s ear, easily reaching him despite the isolation of the seal.
But facing the cunning Demon Venerable, Zheng Yi dared not be careless. As a demon that toyed with human minds, even the immensely powerful Master Nine Lotus needed to exercise caution, let alone him, a mere Golden Core junior.
"I can give you everything, whether it be power, wealth, or even immortality. Whatever you desire, I can grant, as long as you release me, I can give you everything."
The Demon Venerable’s voice was filled with temptation.
Its tone carried an enticing force, seemingly forming mountains of gold before Zheng Yi’s eyes, countless beauties, and a throne upon which he sat, overlooking masses of worshippers.
Innumerable gold mountains piled up before him, surrounded by alluring, innocent beauties, each filled with temptation.
Soft, boneless hands gently stroked his body, like a breeze continually awakening the most primal desires in human nature.
Below the high platform, countless figures knelt, chanting ’long life’ with eyes full of admiration and loyalty.
In an instant, it seemed he stood upon the nine heavens, with everything in heaven and earth under his control.
Wealth, beauty, power, immortality...
Everything sought by the strong through history appeared infinitely expanded before his eyes, amplifying desire.
Yet Zheng Yi’s gaze remained still, like an ancient well, devoid of waves. In the depths of his calm eyes, he saw only useless centuries-old bones and worthless scrap.
From his first day as a cultivator, Zheng Yi had already defined his pursuit of the immortal Dao, and everything else left his Dao Heart unwavering.
Besides, who was he?
He had founded the Incense Mystery Sect, was the Taiyue Divine Venerable of the Three Realms.
His current Innate Origin Divine Body might be at the Golden Core Stage, but he was still the revered Divine Lord of the Snow Mountain Lineage and the representative of the Great Spirit Heaven.
In terms of state of mind, even peak cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage couldn’t surpass many, let alone a mere Golden Core cultivator be swayed by what this Divinity Transformation Demon Venerable offered.
To say the least, this Taiyue Divine Venerable’s true form, though walking the path of Incense Fire Divine Soul, was at least not inferior in life level to this Ancient Demon Venerable suppressed underground for countless years by Master Nine Lotus.
His path of enchantment might seem irresistible, flawless to other Golden Core cultivators.
But to Zheng Yi, it was full of flaws, evoking only ridicule.
Indeed, since Taiyue Divine Venerable integrated the body, Celestial Dao Body, and Yin Celestial Monarch’s Dharma Body, uniting future, present, and past bodies through Nirvana Rebirth, Zheng Yi’s life level had transcended ordinary bounds, akin to certain Innate Deity foundations.
This Innate Origin Body was of the same origin, thus being likewise immune.
What the Divinity Transformation Demon Venerable displayed was laughable, serving no purpose to him.
"Is that all?!"
Zheng Yi said calmly, without any fluctuation of desire in his eyes, as if everything before him was but an illusion.
All conditioned phenomena are like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow.
Like dew or a flash of lightning, thus should you meditate upon them.
"What?! These things can’t satisfy you?!"
The Ancient Demon Venerable, who was very confident in his ability to tempt everyone with his display, paused his maniacal laughter, a hint of displeasure showing on his face after hearing this.
This Ancient Demon Venerable had a remarkable origin and was not originally of this world. The methods he displayed were vastly different from the current ones; they seemed casual and filled with seductive words, but in truth, his Transformation Freedom Technique was already in motion, imitating the Celestial Demon Bewitching God, the fundamental secret technique of the Sixth Celestial Demon’s Desire Realm.
To the Divinity Transformation Demon Venerable, a mere Core Formation Stage junior, who only managed to inherit everything left in the Great Snow Mountain by Master Nine Lotus, that bald old monk, and possessed the key to manipulate the Power of Belief here, was lacking in cultivation to withstand his Celestial Demon Bewitching God technique.
But now, what had he just heard?
What was this little monster saying?
He actually said that these were still not enough?
The Divinity Transformation Demon Venerable, suppressed deep underground, was filled with intense hate and was nearly driven mad, wishing he could break through the seal now and crush Zheng Yi to death, turning him into pulp.
These human two-legged sheep are truly insatiable!
This Celestial Demon Bewitching God technique was already the Demon Venerable’s utmost limit.
Do they still want something else?
Truly insatiable greed!
"I’ll give you everything! Invincible power, an endless life! Just release the Bright King Demon Suppression Contract above, and anything you desire will be yours, everything will belong to you."
The Demon Venerable laughed again, his voice filled with the power of temptation, progressing gradually.
In order to leave this damned sealed place, he promised greater temptations.
During the long seal, the Demon Venerable was suppressed by the Bright King Contract left by Master Nine Lotus along with the corpses of many high monks who had died but whose relics remained, layer by layer weakening his Origin Demonic Qi, rendering him extremely weak.
You could say this was the weakest he had ever been since reaching the Peak of Divinity Transformation.
If it continued like this, in another thousand years, even if his life wasn’t entirely depleted, his Origin Demonic Qi wouldn’t withstand it, and he would eventually turn into a mere skeleton in this sealed land.
Thinking of this drove him nearly insane with hatred.
He wished he could break the seal immediately, slaughter the Snow Mountain Lineage, turn this prairie into a land of death for thousands of miles, transforming all these two-legged sheep into offerings for his blood sacrifice.
During the long seal, it wasn’t as if the Demon Venerable hadn’t tried to break out from here, but rarely did a cultivator from the Great Snow Mountain venture here.
As the forbidden Demon Suppression Land, it was only when Zheng Yi absorbed numerous relics that a crack in the seal unintentionally loosened, giving the Demon Venerable a sliver of hope of escape.
"As long as you open the Demon-Suppressing Seal, everything you desire can be yours."
Zheng Yi’s expression remained unchanged as the Demon Venerable’s tempting words reached his ears, only to be automatically blocked out, yet his Divine Soul trembled, feeling a subtle urge.
This made Zheng Yi sigh inwardly; indeed, this Divinity Transformation Demon Venerable was terrifying.
Despite being severely weakened and suppressed for ages, he could still stir up chaos, and even mere words could make an ultimate Golden Core Cultivator like him feel his Heart Spirit sway and Divine Soul tumultuous.
Such a method rivaled that of an Outer Realm Celestial Demon, a demon who was born to toy with the human heart.
His terror was evident.
Of course, he maintained his true self, even clearer.
All that the Demon Venerable promised were merely temptations, truly fulfilling such promises would indeed be wishful thinking!
Something almost impossible.
After all, demons were never creatures of reason.
...
"Really, everything belongs to me?!"
Zheng Yi murmured softly, his face lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
"Correct! Everything is yours!"
Despite being heavily sealed, the Demon Venerable, through some unknown means, could still "see" Zheng Yi’s reaction and change through the thick crust.
He assumed the other had taken the bait, and from the depths of the abyss, his voice grew excited, loudly making promises.