I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Chapter 532: The Bloodline of the Shamans

Ling Ping’an looked at the enchanted treasures that had suddenly fallen out of thin air.

Two flying swords were clearly not to be trifled with and a bell forged from an ancient and unknown metal.

There was also a map engraved with countless stars.

“It’s indeed possible to find anything in a dream!” he laughed.

However, Skyless Buddha did not even look at the treasures.

The skin under his cheeks was almost wrinkled.

“What you guys are after isn’t small at all!” the things in his skin cried out noisily. Then, countless things drilled out from the black robe on his body.

These things didn’t have a specific shape, nor did they have a specific size.

To be more precise, there shouldn’t be anything or even matter that could have such a deformed, terrifying, and frantic shape.

When these things came out, the entire Tuosha Heaven instantly became dilapidated.

The pavilions began to show signs of mildew.

The immortal fog rolled and gradually turned gray.

Even the dragon meat, which was crystal clear, began to rot.

Maggots grew out of it.

The originally sweet meat juice had now become extremely stinky.

Even Metteyya Buddha felt that his golden body was being washed by the endless convergence of elements and tribulations.

Furthermore, he felt as if he was about to be annihilated.

He understood that this was one of the Great Daos of Skyless Buddha.

It might even be his innate divine ability.

Perhaps the Buddha dharma of Skyless Buddha was also the orthodox dharma.

However, this dharma was not the present or the future.

It was the dharma after the extinction of all living things.

At that time, all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were destroyed.

The 3,000 Great Daos were all shattered.

All sentient beings had long turned into bones in the tomb.

Even the jade butterfly of creation had rotted and become a speck of dust in the chaos.

At that time, decay became the Great Dao.

Extinction became the endpoint.

In the past, everything was empty. After that, everything became worse.

Thus, the Great Dao was chaotic, wrong, and unreasonable.

Because…

He had gone mad!

Tian Dao had gone mad!

The mad Tian Dao became the Skyless Buddha.

In a certain sense, Skyless Buddha was another sense of Daofather Hongjun, who had been born from the world after nirvana.

In other words, Daofather Hongjun would be Skyless Buddha by then.

Perhaps Daofather Hongjun would be countless times more powerful than the current Skyless Buddha.

However, the basic facts wouldn’t change.

It was like a stream or a great river.

When he thought of this, Metteyya Buddha finally understood.

Why all the saints and teachers were extremely curious about Skyless Buddha, especially his two teachers.

They could even sit and watch this world collapse!

Even if they knew that if this world continued to collapse, their little obsession would become more and more fierce, and there would be less and less possibility of completing it.

Because…

This world actually had such a fate!

The true path of great nirvana!

The crazy, chaotic, and indescribable Great Dao!

And this was what the saints were searching for.

Solitary Yin did not grow, solitary Yang did not grow.

If there was no nirvana, how could there be growth?

Only by completing this path could the saints go one step further, breakthrough heaven and Earth, and transcend heaven and Earth.

From then on, they would truly jump out of the heavenly path.

They would enjoy great freedom and great joy!

Metteyya Buddha also truly understood why Skyless Buddha said: your goal is not small!

This was because the various sage teachers had placed such a heavy bet.

They wanted to leave this Skyless Buddha in this world.

They wanted him to give up this incarnation of his, sit upright in this world, open up a new Great Dao, and become a new ‘nameless saint’.

This was an open and aboveboard scheme!

As long as Skyless Buddha agreed, then regardless of whether the bet was successful or not, the outcome was already decided.

Just like the plan to ascend to godhood, the three religions signed the God Ascension Roll.

The moment they signed it, the outcome was already decided.

What was left was nothing more than minor adjustments.

Who would ascend, who wouldn’t ascend?

But in the final analysis, someone had to go up to God Ascension Roll!

Right now, it was just so-so.

It didn’t matter whether the bet was won or not.

The moment Skyless Buddha joined in, the outcome was already decided.

All that was left were minor adjustments in the details, for example, honorific titles, orthodoxy, and inclinations.

In this way, the saints could share the Great Dao.

The stone of the mountain could be used to polish the jade.

By borrowing Skyless Buddha’s Dao, someone could transcend the Heavenly Dao and reach a realm above the saints!

Metteyya Buddha’s thoughts surged. In fact, only two or three moments had passed.

Soon after, he had sorted everything out.

“Buddha, you are exaggerating!” Metteyya Buddha announced a Buddhist proclamation. “This will be of great benefit to Buddha!”

“We are not talented. We would like to seek Buddha’s guidance!”

“It is not as if Buddha does not have anything to learn from us!”

At this point, Metteyya Buddha’s heart was empty.

He vaguely grasped the key.

Then, he heard those deformed and frantic things that crawled out of the black robe of Skyless Buddha roared and screamed. They let out terrifying sounds that caused his golden body to dissipate and his Dao heart to waver.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

It was as if a wild beast was hissing, and it was also as if all living beings were crying out in despair.

Finally, these sounds turned into a hoarse male voice.

“Hmm…”

“If it was in the past…”

“I might not care about such things!”

This was the truth.

To put it bluntly, him in the past would not even have the possibility of existing!

This was because his noumenon had no thoughts, no consciousness, and no ideas.

It only had the most basic instincts.

Based on the characteristics of chaos, he slept outside of the infinite universe and space-time.

The thoughts that overflowed turned into dreams, forming the substance and foundation of the universes.

The thoughts in the dreams spread out one by one, becoming the rules of the universe.

But…

Now, it wasn’t the past because his noumenon had his own thoughts, ideas, and personality.

Although he was still in his infancy and wasn’t fully formed yet, he was just an infant.

He was incomparably childish and weak.

But in the end, things had already happened.

Within the chaos, there was a personality and consciousness.

This personality and consciousness overflowed a little thought and formed him.

Hence, he was born.

Different from the past, he was an avatar created by the thought that overflowed from the countless slumbering noumenon outside the universe and space-time.

He had his own thoughts.

Moreover, these thoughts and ideas were controlled and influenced by the noumenon that was now conscious and speculative.

To put it simply, the thoughts of the noumenon of the past are the thoughts of disorder, chaos, and madness.

Most of them do not have so-called concepts of right and wrong, good and evil.

Nor do they have normal thinking and logical abilities.

They were just things driven by instinct.

Like stars, they just burn silently.

They were not interested in things.

They just acted on instinct.

They might inadvertently enter the orbit of a world and tear that world apart.

Or they might inadvertently release the crazy strength they had accumulated and corroded an entire galaxy into a crazy galaxy.

But he was different.

He had a will, actions, thoughts, and even speculation.

He could make his own choices, rather than passively rush around in the universe.

Whoever met him would have to admit that he was unlucky.

So…

Skyless Buddha gently raised his hand.

Everything that came out of the black robe went back the way they came.

“But now…” In the black lotus throne beneath Skyless Buddha, twisted words kept spinning.

“This gamble!” he said faintly, “I accept it!”

His noumenon was still developing.

He was sleeping soundly in his beautiful dream.

But…

He had to wake up eventually. He was destined to wake up.

When he woke up, he had to make a choice.

Was it the current ideas and thoughts that dominated the mainstream or was it the disorder and chaos in the past that dominated the noumenon?

This was a matter of life and death, a matter of rise and fall!

That was why traitors appeared.

Those traitors were betting that everything would return to normal after the noumenon woke up.

They would win if everything returned to the track of the past.

They would become meritorious ministers.

And the current loyal ministers would become traitors and be thoroughly cleansed!

That was why Skyless Buddha knew that he had to help the noumenon.

On the final day of awakening, he would possess the strength to win!

At least, he would not be devoured and consumed by the chaos outside of time and space the moment he woke up.

Therefore, his noumenon had to have another strength.

This strength had to be able to effectively counter the blindness and stupidity that came from the chaos.

He had to open his seven apertures and wisdom would be born!

This gamble was very necessary!

Thus, the tentacles that were reflected on Skyless Buddha’s back slowly drooped down.

Something was spat out from the huge mouth that had split open on his wrist.

It was a black, sticky eggshell.

When the eggshell landed, Skyless Buddha’s body was sucked in.

This was his bet.

The day the outcome of this bet was decided, the egg would be hatched.

Winning or losing wasn’t really important. It was just a formality but it was also important because it was related to the future pattern.

Would Saint Skyless split a world by himself and became the saint of chaos or he came under the door of a sage, as his disciples, and then became a saint?

Metteyya Buddha looked at the eggshell that suddenly fell to the ground.

The eggshell suddenly remembered something.

Tentacles stretched out from it and rolled up the peaches and ginseng fruits that were placed in Tuosha Heaven.

They lifted these things and handed them to a certain void.

Metteyya Buddha understood that this was the will of the Supreme Saint of the Great Dao which was executed by Skyless Buddha.

So…

Did the Supreme Saint of the Great Dao like to eat peaches and ginseng fruits?

He thought, but it was too late to ask because, after the tentacles lifted the peaches and ginseng fruits to a void, they all retreated into the eggshell.

The black, sticky egg slowly overflowed with fog and wrapped it up.

Then, it disappeared into the immortal fog in Tuosha Heaven and no longer made any sound.

Metteyya Buddha came to understand that Skyless Buddha had already entered nirvana.

When the outcome of the bet appeared, he would undergo nirvana.

The person who would emerge from nirvana might be a disciple of a saint.

It might also be a god or demon born from birth, a saint of nirvana destined to attain Dao in this world.

“Oh no!” Metteyya Buddha suddenly thought of something. “I forgot to tell Skyless Buddha about Daoist Zhenyuanzi!”

“This is bad!”

He became anxious.

The karma involved in this matter was neither too big nor too small.

For an existence at his level, this kind of matter was troublesome.

In the future, under the pull of karma, it might lead to a great disaster!

Unfortunately…

Now, Skyless Buddha was dead.

Before the outcome of the bet appeared, he couldn’t wake up the other party.

Even if he did, the other party would not bother with him.

“Sigh!” In desperation, Metteyya Buddha could only sigh.

Then, he set up the auspicious cloud and floated into the sky.

Now that things had come to this, he could only go to the sage teacher and ask for help in resolving this karma.

… …

Mei Qing quietly knelt in front of the illusory figure of Skyless Buddha.

Suddenly, the Buddha on the lotus throne turned around.

The Buddha looked at her with compassion.

“Child!” he flicked his finger lightly, and a spiritual light shot into Mei Qing’s body. Once this spiritual light entered her body, it immediately awakened an ancient echo in Mei Qing’s bloodline.

It was a headless divine general.

With his two breasts as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, he struck the divine general of the Heavenly Court all the way.

Xing Tian!

Wu Ganqi’s Xing Tian!

The heaven-destroying Xing Tian!

“Die, Di Jun!”

Xing Tian’s furious roar reverberated in the world.

Mei Qing felt the echo of this ancient era, and tears inexplicably fell from the corners of her eyes.

She finally knew the origin of her bloodline.

Her progenitor was that great shaman.

Even if his head was chopped off, he was still the great shaman Xing Tian.

Xing Tian Wu Ganqi, his determination was always there!

Skyless Buddha looked at Mei Qing with a merciful gaze.

“My child…”

“Walk on your path!”

“Inherit the despair and pain of the shamans!”

“Transform into an existence without a name!”

Another shot of spiritual light came.

The race that had died, the civilization that had dried up, and the bloodline that had disappeared were all returning.

Returning from destruction, recovering from destruction.

Mei Qing finally understood why Skyless Heaven had fallen in love with her.

It was because she was the descendant of the shamans!

An extinct race.

A race that had once stood tall and strong.

A race that was abandoned and despised by the heavens and Earth!

Black smoke seeped out of her beautiful face.

The ancestor’s roar and unyielding spirit spread.

Hence…

The skin on Mei Qing’s hands split open.

Two deathly white eyeballs grew out of her palms.

“Revenge!”

“Revenge!” these two eyeballs shouted. Their resentment shot up into the sky and shook the three realms!

The saints cast their gazes over.

“Heavenly infinity!” San Qing cupped his fists and sighed.

“Amitabha!” the two western saints closed their eyes and said nothing.

In the Nuwa Palace, there was no sound at all.

The hatred of the shaman had nothing to do with this saint.

Lady Nuwa would no longer get involved.

On the ground, Mei Qing had already knelt and kowtowed heavily. “Obey my Buddhist decree!”

From that moment onwards, Mei Qing knew her mission was to inherit the anger of his ancestors, bear the pain of the shamans and fulfill the past.

Then, she would have a choice.

A choice of reproducing the bloodline of her ancestors.

…

Ling Ping’an’s dream suddenly became dark.

All had disappeared completely.

But in front of him, there were two plates of fruits neatly arranged.

A plate of peaches.

They were big and fragrant, and just looking at them made him drool.

A plate of ginseng fruits that were bright and beautiful. Just by looking at it, one could tell that it was very delicious.

He couldn’t help but grabbed a peach and eat it in big mouthfuls.

“Delicious!” He couldn’t help but praise, “So delicious!”

So, he picked up another ginseng fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. The aroma of the fruit was indescribable!

“This dream… actually has a taste feedback!”

As he ate, he mumbled, “How long have I been starving in the imperial capital!”