The Buddha who paid homage to the World Honored One died.
After dying in Taixu, he sat down and passed away, and the holy road of the law of death became restless.
The underworld was now in complete chaos. Impacted by the power of the law of death, the white mist became much thinner, strong winds blew, and huge waves set off on the Lethe River. But these impacts turned into light winds when they got close to the giant branches and leaves, which could only shake the branches and leaves.
King Chakravartin stood under the tree, listening to the rustling wind above his head. The dark face under his crown was slightly lowered, and his eyes shimmered with light. Dozens of pairs of eyes reflected the ever-changing scenes in the underworld.
Under the giant tree, four statues of gods were sleeping, and a moonlit river different from the Wangchuan River flowed into the distance from under the giant tree.
According to the layout and planning of Red Dragon in the past, after the death of the Supreme Lord Buddha, the Holy Path of the Law of Death will crown him.
But at this moment, the red dragon disappeared into this time and space and disappeared without a trace.
And the Yamas, who had lost their news, came again to take back their belongings to the underworld.
Since their birth, they have been the rulers of the underworld and the masters of the entire underworld. Perhaps in the most ancient era, when the Yin Division was first established, the Yamas followed the rules and had no thoughts, looking down at the eternal alternation of Yin and Yang with cold eyes. They hold the power of the cycle of all things in the universe in their hands, and do not think that they exist only as supplements to the underworld.
The strong wind symbolizing the wrath of Yama blew from all directions, roaring, and the twisted human faces in the wind could be vaguely seen.
The Chakravartin remained motionless, letting the strong wind blow up his robes.
"The red dragon seems to be sure that before he returns, there will be no new saints born in the law of death." After a gust of wind and fog hit Chakravartin King's cheeks, there was a figure on his shoulders, wearing a phoenix crown and rosy clothes, and under a red hijab. Her lips were as red as blood. She put her hands into her sleeves and looked down at the underworld with King Chakravartin.
Ghost type.
The only ghost species in the underworld now.
The current King of Chakravartin is the sublime descendant of two imps, and is in charge of the seal of Yama and the Book of Life and Death. This almost impossible process and result all come from the Nine Provinces Dragon King. The Yamas who were defeated by the Dragon Lord only knew that this person had superior combat prowess and that his strength was the most unbeatable, but the Chakravartin King who had truly come into contact with the Dragon Lord knew the true terror of him.
The power to rewrite certain established facts can force the two imps to take over the wheel king with the seal of Yama and the Book of Life and Death.
This kind of power is far more terrifying than its apparent strength.
"You haven't completely become a gear in the underworld yet. I know you still have some residual consciousness. Let's chat. I'm bored." Ghost said.
"Ghost, you seem to be very familiar with the Dragon Lord." After thinking for a long time, the Chakravartin King squeezed out a sentence. Even this question stemmed from the mystery of the Red Dragon. He wanted to know something about the Red Dragon.
"I'm not very familiar with him. He almost became my ex-boyfriend." Guili plucked his nails and said calmly, "No, if he agreed, he should still be my boyfriend now, not his ex. I heard that my ancestor and him It’s quite familiar, and the agreement seems to be a lifelong one.”
The ghosts chatted casually, "In this way, the red dragon is like an ancestral treasure of our old Su family, and the eyes have been inherited."
Chakravartin responded with silence.
"The restlessness among the Yamas is not entirely due to the death of the Lord Buddha, but the appearance of the fourth body of the Lord Ksitigarbha. If the red dragon is not here, he can only inherit the law of death." The ghost continued.
"World Honored Ksitigarbha." Chakravartin murmured, "I know Him."
"You just know it." The ghost said in a floating tone, "None of the Yamas have any idea about this guy. They only know of this guy's existence because it is a little more conspicuous to pay homage to the Lord. The fourth person who has never appeared is the World Honored Ksitigarbha. My body, oh yo, I don’t know if I am an enemy or a friend.”
The wind blew the giant tree above Chakravartin's head, and as the branches and leaves fluttered, the ghosts on his shoulders disappeared into the wind.
The Chakravartin King raised his head, and at the end of the black underworld, nine huge figures slowly walked towards him.
He was not afraid, because behind him, the four statues sitting cross-legged under the tree opened their eyes, and the vast sea of spiritual energy gathered from all directions, making the statues' figures seem to be shrouded in a layer of clouds.
.........Li Xi'an stepped out of the turbulent flow of time and space and felt the spirit of another time and space.
With Zhoufa, he can realize which time and space he is in the moment he feels the spirit.
The age of secrecy.
For the first time, I came to the past with my true body.
He felt the hard and solid touch on the soles of his feet and looked around.
The land of Kyushu is vast and boundless.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the lunar cycle alternates.
He was located in a large mountain. He could see smoke rising from the valleys across the dense jungle vegetation and peaks. A village dotted in the green valley, like a bright golden line carved on a complete piece of jade.
A young man walked out of the wooden house, looked around subconsciously, and made a sound of surprise.
"What's wrong?" asked the tall middle-aged man on the side.
"Father, the spiritual energy around here has suddenly become much stronger." The young man whispered.
The middle-aged man frowned, and used his spiritual sense to sweep around the surroundings. He found that just as his child said, the spiritual energy suddenly became stronger.
"The officiant's practice withered away overnight, leaving only a prophecy about this mountain. Maybe what we are waiting for is coming soon. The officiant said that it is something that will rewrite the world, far beyond what we thought. "It's related to the ruins we excavated," the middle-aged man said.
"What are we waiting for?" The young man looked excited, "Do we need to inform Shennong immediately?"
"After further investigation, it's just a change in the intensity of the spiritual energy, but we can first send an envoy to Chendi to inform Shen Nong." The middle-aged man ordered. Seeing his boy's excitement, he confessed, "Don't give it to those people named Ji. Leave a clue and send it away in the form of an ordinary letter.”
"Yes!" The young man nodded, and soon a messenger rode a horse out of the valley and out of the mountain.
Li Xi'an observed secretly and discovered something was wrong.
The messenger's cultivation was equal to that of the Yang God. A Yang God cultivator actually wanted to ride a horse and ride at high speed, instead of using his physical body to fly in the air.
Li Xi'an quietly discovered the secret of supernatural powers, coerced the rapid expansion of his spiritual consciousness, and discovered that the repressive power of this space and time is astonishingly terrifying. This terrifying repressive force is not directed at him, the outsider, but at all spirits.
It's a pity that no one can compete with him and find out what kind of power he can exert in this space and time.
"Shennong." Li Xi'an looked confused as he recalled the name the man had said before.
The origin of the Hidden Age, later generations called it the Age of Myth.
A myth?
He couldn't help but think of the blue-robed goddess Ba in later generations, who became a saint of law and path after the fall of Kyushu.
She knew a red dragon and said that the red dragon was not cinnabar.
It is indeed not cinnabar, but his true body.
Li Xi'an looked at the villages in the valley and turned to leave.
The next moment, in the river under the mountain, a huge black shadow meandered, slowly approaching the shore.