The prehistoric world, the bliss in the west.
Since the Second Sage of the West was located in Xumi Ling Mountain, almost the entire Xiniu Hezhou has become the world of Western religion.
As time goes by, Western religion seems to be no longer satisfied with one continent, and Buddhism has quietly spread to other continents.
But what Zhunti and Jieyin didn't expect was that the Western religion, which has always believed that the world is bliss and all things can be saved, would one day be targeted by other forces!
"This guy Luo Hu, does he think Sanqing is hard to mess with and we are easy to bully?"
"China is so big, and the Jiejiao religion is at its peak now. Without thinking about how to face the wrath of deceiving Yuanshi, you actually want to reach out to the west. Do you really think that you are still the chaotic god and demon you were before?"
The golden hall of Sumeru Pagoda is growing, and various Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are sitting cross-legged in the sky, and the sound of chanting sutras is heard in the dark, spreading throughout the entire Lingshan Mountain.
In this magnificent scene, which is like a Buddhist kingdom, two tall figures sit cross-legged, as if they are above all the spirits in the world.
Zhunti's gaze passed through the boundless void and landed on the edge of Hezhou.
Different from the mysterious tranquility on the Lingshan Mountain, there is an angry-eyed King Kong and a soaring demonic shadow there!
"There are so many mysteries along the way to enlightenment, and you should try every possible means."
"He wants to start a war and bring about killing again. What does it mean to offend us?"
Compared with Zhunti's coldness, Jie Yin seemed much indifferent.
Opening his eyes slightly, he looked towards the ancient land, and his tone could not tell the joy, anger, sorrow or joy, "This approach only proves that he is too far behind me and too impatient."
"I'll just ignore it."
"Compared to him, Sanqing is troublesome."
...
In the wild land, the human race Linhai City.
As a newly established city, Linhai City is less ancient and more vibrant than other cities.
The entire city covers an area of hundreds of thousands of miles. Although it is on the edge of the wilderness, there are endless people inside and it is very lively.
As usual, the gate of Linhai City was still full of people and traffic.
Five thousand years have allowed the human race to develop from slash-and-burn farming to a society similar to that of the Blue Star Dynasty.
Because of the protection of God, the entire Zhisheng clan has almost no enemies in the wilderness.
Without enemies, and with the method of cultivation, the lifespan of any person can reach hundreds or even thousands of years. Human cities are now spread across the wilderness, with more than a thousand cities.
The Zhisheng clan and those innate human clans were all thinking about how to break through the Mahayana and had no intention of managing their clansmen. So now, large and small forces have begun to arise in these cities, and various families have split.
Linhai City is controlled by the Si clan, and not only Linhai City, but also the major cities scattered around Linhai.
Among the entire human race in the wilderness, the Si clan can be said to be powerful.
There is no other reason. The ancestor of the Si family is a monk in the Mahayana realm, and she once followed the ancestor Wangshu.
Nowadays, in addition to the human ancestors, there are still twelve ancestors in the entire Great Wilderness human race.
These ancestors, without exception, are all innate human race, and have made great contributions to the continuation of the human race.
Wangshu is one of them. As early as four thousand years ago, she had reached the pinnacle of the Mahayana realm.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that the weak human race at the beginning would actually develop to where it is now."
Outside the gate of Linhai City, a group of men and women with kind faces and compassionate temperaments looked at the magnificent city in front of them, and one of the men sighed.
However, his slightly sarcastic voice was very inconsistent with his appearance and looked extremely weird.
"Pay attention to what you say!"
"I don't need to say more about the consequences of exposing your identity, right?"
Hearing this man's voice, a young man in the lead turned his head and said coldly.
I don't know why, but there are obviously many human races passing by this group of people, but they seem to be invisible.
"I know, senior brother, don't you realize how weak these humans are? Don't worry, they won't find us."
It seemed that he was a little afraid of this young man. The man who spoke first shrank his neck and replied awkwardly.
"I hope so. Remember, after entering later, you will choose your own target. It is best to be a human race with poor qualifications and a bottleneck in practice."
"Also, please keep the noise down during the transformation. There is a woman in this city who has cultivated to the peak of the mortal realm. Don't let her find out!"
The young man glanced at the people present. Although he looked compassionate, his tone was extremely cold.
"The peak of the mortal realm? Haha, please be patient, senior brother, for an existence of this level, even if I commit suicide under her nose, she will not notice it."
Hearing his words, the man from before licked his lips, his tone extremely evil.
At the same time, in a certain attic deep in Linhai City, a woman sitting cross-legged in the room suddenly opened her eyes.
"what happened?"
"Why do I suddenly feel...palpitations?"
With a flash of doubt in his eyes, Wangshu stood up, walked out of the room, and reached the top floor of the attic.
With her hands on the edge of the railing, her gaze instantly covered the entire Linhai City.
I checked back and forth several times, but found nothing unusual.
"Is it an illusion?"
A hint of doubt flashed across her heroic face again, she looked away, shook her head, turned around and left.
And at the moment she turned around, not far away, a man wearing monk's robes suddenly appeared on the street.
He raised his head and looked at the departing figure on the attic, a trace of disdain flashed in the man's eyes.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that a mere Mahayana person could be called an ancestor now?"
"I really don't know why the leader would make such a decree. Isn't the human race easily destroyed?"
Shaking his head, the man stopped thinking and began to look around.
The next moment, a human figure sitting cross-legged and meditating in a building not far away came into his sight.
This is an old man whose realm has reached the third step of the mortal realm, the refining of gods and returning to the void.
However, at this time, the old man did not know whether it was because of his talent or something else. He had clearly reached the peak of returning to the void, but he was still unable to take the fourth step.
A pair of slightly gray brows frowned slightly, and emotions such as madness and unwillingness were clearly reflected on his old face.
"Haha, it's you."
Looking at the old man, the man in monk's robes curved his mouth in a strange way.
No movement was seen on his part. With just one step, he quietly appeared in front of the old man.
"Don't you feel good about not being able to break through the realm?"
"It's okay, just let... let the poor monk come and help you."
"hey-hey......"
After the words fell, the next moment, the strange smile on the man's mouth disappeared, and his whole person began to exude a strong peaceful aura.
"All living beings are equal, we must cultivate blessings and wisdom in the sea of suffering."
"All dharmas are also false, and the heart can see through right and wrong."
"The flood of sentient beings, the ocean of suffering has no shore."
"Away from the hustle and bustle, and into bliss."
A series of ethereal sounds sounded from this building, but no one on the street heard it.
The old man frowned, and under the murmur of the monk-robed man, he placed his hands between his knees and slowly began to clasp his hands together...
