Impending rain fills the mountain air with the breeze.
Before the conflict between the Buddhist Sect and King Niumo had even begun, the aura of a great battle was already reverberating near Zhilei Mountain.
Countless Little Monsters were drawn in, joining the vast army, utterly unaware of the crisis that was coming.
anwhile, in Western Ling Mountain, many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas likewise fixed their gazes upon this Earth.
One Buddha was seated on a lotus platform, bare-chested with a smiling face and a noticeably large belly, flanked by two Arhats with faces full of compassion. He was none other than the Future Buddha, Revered Maitreya Buddha.
"Buddha," one of the Arhats said, bowing his head, "it seems that King Niumo is determined to confront our Buddhist Sect."
"Fa and fortune are but illusions; only the Buddhist Law is eternal. The ignorance of all living beings is lantable, truly lantable!" Maitreya Buddha’s voice echoed through Ling Mountain, and everyone bowed their heads in praise of the Buddha’s compassion.
"King Niumo has a connection with us Buddhists!"
With these words, everyone understood, and in an instant, the enormous war machine of the Buddhist Sect began to move. Countless Buddhist Soldiers erged from the Eight Treasures rit Pond and, led by Arhats and Gālans, marched in the direction of Zhilei Mountain.
The dark clouds of war gradually enveloped the area, signaling the slow rise of the curtain on a massive event.
At this ti, Lin Fang was imrsed in his practice of cultivation, oblivious to the worldly affairs outside his window.
With his relentless effort, he finally drew near to the core area of Fla Mountain, and the quality of the surrounding flas leaped considerably.
The blazing flas morphed into various wild beasts, frolicking and playing in the Forest of Flas, making Lin Fang feel as though he had entered a world of fire.
These Spirits of Fla were incredibly agile as if they had developed the most basic Spiritual Wisdom, making Lin Fang marvel at the wonder of creation.
A fiery tiger paced within the flas. Smaller Spirits of Fla scurried away, making it evident that even in this world, the law of the survival of the fittest prevailed.
The fierce tiger ca from the depths of Fla Mountain, exuding an aura of boundless ferocity. As soon as it appeared, it fixed its gaze on Lin Fang.
After all, Lin Fang, with his flesh and blood body, was entirely different from these creatures of fla and was naturally t with hostility. The fiery tiger’s hostility was deeper, and its eyes, ford from flas, brimd with a desire for slaughter.
With just one glance, the tiger charged toward Lin Fang, roaring with fury, its body flas turned a brilliant red, searingly hot.
Lin Fang observed the oncoming fierce tiger with great interest, scrutinizing its every move. He found it to be no different from a normal tiger, with the sa movents, habits, and even its attack pattern were identical.
Just as the tiger was about to pounce on Lin Fang, he suddenly struck out, quick as lightning. The tiger, still in mid-air, had no chance to dodge and was struck by Lin Fang’s fist, instantly bursting into a cloud of flas.
"Huh!" Lin Fang exclaid in surprise.
From among the scattered flas, a blue light seemingly flew outwards. Lin Fang reached out and grasped it in his hand, and a mysterious feeling surged through his mind.
"So this is the True Spirit!" Lin Fang had an epiphany.
The True Spirit, the most fundantal existence of a life, is the basis of the Primordial Spirit. Before the process of ’Refining qi to transform the spirit,’ the spirits of all beings refer to the True Spirits that reside within the soul.
After people die, the True Spirit still doesn’t dissipate but enters into Reincarnation. However, if the True Spirit dissipates, then it would completely vanish from this world, and that is true death.
Sensing the information coming from the True Spirit, Lin Fang seed to see a young tiger born in a tall mountain.
The peaks were treacherous, the trees lush, and countless animals thrived within them. The young tiger was born and grew up in this place and eventually beca the king of all beasts, ruling the forest.
If it had continued like this, it would have had an ordinary life, having a litter of cubs with a tigress, and then, in its old age, quietly walked into the depths of the mountain to et its death.
But that day, a blaze of fire lit up from the edge of the sky, streaking across the heavens like a teor, falling into the forest. It vividly recalled that a brick wrapped in roaring flas landed at that mont.
The dreadful wildfire began to burn fiercely. Nurous animals couldn’t escape in ti and were devoured by the surging flas, including the tiger. It didn’t even feel any pain before it t its death.
It was unclear how long had passed when it regained consciousness, and it had turned into a fiery body. Influenced by its previous life, it continued to live like a real tiger, completely unaware that it was no longer a being of flesh and blood.
Seeing this, Lin Fang smiled and shook his head. He saw the mystery of the operation of the True Spirit, which was of great importance for contemplating the greater Dao in his future.
Looking at the fire spirits filling the mountains and plains, Lin Fang felt a trace of lant. These fire spirits depended on the flas for life. If Tang Monk and his disciples were to pass through here, they would inevitably have to extinguish Fla Mountain, and these fire spirits would likely not escape death.
A fire rabbit stealthily darted past him, but was caught by a powerful force and pulled into a mysterious space. Looking up and around, there were no longer the raging flas of Fla Mountain, only a desolate land with a faint stench of blood lingering in the air.
The fire rabbit was petrified by this scene. Its limited intelligence couldn’t make any judgnt, and it could only follow its soul’s instinctual fear to start running wildly across this land.
With a bang, the panicked rabbit collided with a cliff and instantly burst into flas.
In a short while, these flas reassembled into a new rabbit, though its size seed to have decreased significantly compared to before.
Lin Fang observed this phenonon and a smile appeared on his face. This was truly interesting.
Continuing forward, Lin Fang encountered various fire spirits along the way. No matter their forms, he indiscriminately threw them all into his Pagoda Space. Gradually, as more and more fire spirits were thrown in, these creatures took over a large area in the space. The roaring flas began to spread to the ground.
A region reminiscent of Fla Mountain appeared in the space due to this, awakening the creatures inside with its terrifying and vigorous flas.
The Great Inspirational King sensed the place where the fire spirits were and showed a hint of displeasure on his face before continuing his journey of slumber.
The Beast of Calamity took an interested glance, discovered they were all fire lives, lost interest, and continued to lie dormant.
Only the paper figures seated in the Buddha Land quietly moved their bottoms backward, enveloped in golden light. They always felt the world seed to beco more and more frightening.
Of course, in the eyes of countless believers, the Paper Buddha right now was dignified in appearance, compassionate, and the real Buddha who would relieve all suffering of the Mortal World.
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