Mount Meru was vast and mighty as if it was about to collapse. The formation patterns laid down by the Amitabha Buddha Great Emperor couldn't stop the descent of the divine emperor. The mountain was about to split apart and tremble violently.
Giant boulders rolled down to the foot of the mountain and the grand temple swayed. The great bell behind the temple rang on its own, resounding through heaven and earth and shaking the world of West Earth.
This place was in complete chaos. The bodhisattvas and ancient buddhas couldn't withstand this kind of pressure and were forced to sit cross-legged on the ground. Their bodies were on the verge of splitting apart and bloody scars appeared one after another.
With the descent of the divine emperor, not even the great emperor's formation patterns could protect this place. Just as Ye Fan expected, the mountain gate had been breached and they could slaughter their way in.
The green copper cauldron floated above Ye Fan's head and the killing sword in his hand. He was prepared to enter and save his disciple.
Of course, this was extremely risky. He never expected this to be the divine emperor wearing the nine-colored immortal clothes. It was even more powerful than the emperor corpse he had planned.
He didn't act rashly because the current situation was too strange. Even he felt that it was a bit unreal. The divine emperor seemed to truly have life and consciousness.
Ji Ziyue held the Void Mirror in her hand and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ye Fan. The old undying and the others held the heaven devouring devil jar in their hands and carefully defended themselves, protecting everyone on this side.
Mount Meru was completely silent. The old monk Mo Ke's expression changed greatly. He led the bodhisattvas and ancient buddhas to sit there and chant Amitabha Buddha Great Emperor.
This kind of unforeseen event exceeded his expectations and judgment. It was already too late to say anything now.
The great Mahamayuri held the demon subduing pestle and used the emperor weapon's divine might to protect the mountain. She stood in front of Great Thunderclap Temple and blocked the spreading archaic emperor fluctuations. However, upon closer inspection, her body was trembling.
This was a world-shocking change that no one had expected!
The boundless starry river hung down from the cosmos, creating a vast expanse of whiteness that drowned out the archaic emperor on Mount Meru Mountain. He was bathed in the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars.
The nine-colored battle clothes revived and flickered with brilliant luster. It had a cold metallic texture and waves of sonorous divine sounds, making the archaic emperor even more majestic and imposing.
Boundless starlight and chaotic energy fused together, scattering down onto his body and wrapping around him, causing his body to seem even more divine and divine. The ancient emperor of Divine Silkworm Ridge had become the only existence in this world!
When the Divine Emperor was alive, he was invincible. Even in death, the pressure he exerted caused the Western Desert to tremble. Everyone, including the Great Sage, was terrified. All of them were trembling, their faces as white as snow.
"What, he moved!"
In the next moment, a saint screamed, as if he was someone from the mortal world, which didn't match his identity at all. It was as if he was frightened, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing.
"Heavens, the Divine Emperor is not dead, he's still alive!"
Another person was horrified, feeling as if his heart was going to jump out of his throat. He widened his eyes, not daring to believe what he was seeing, staring at the figure on Mount Meru Mountain.
The God Emperor was advancing, ascending Mount Meru step by step along the mountain path towards the majestic temples. Every step was so terrifying, causing the formation patterns on Mount Meru to dim, unable to stop him.
Who could believe it? After endless years, the ancient emperor who had long since passed away revived, looking down on the world, walking within the pure land of buddhism!
The saints all felt their blood run cold as they watched. Powerful fluctuations spread outwards, making their legs and stomachs cramp, their bodies weak like sifting chaff.
Even the Great Sage felt his scalp go numb, trembling inwardly. This didn't make sense. How could the God Emperor come back to life?
The God Emperor's figure was imposing, his footsteps possessing a special rhythm, neither fast nor slow, consistent from start to finish, trampling the great dao of heaven and earth under his feet. Mount Meru trembled, as if it was going to collapse.
"Amitabha!"
All of the arhats, bodhisattvas, ancient buddhas and others chanted together, hiding in front of the Great Thunderclap Temple, hiding behind the exorcism pestle. All of them were suffocated by the emperor's might.
"This is …" Even the experts from Divine Silkworm Ridge were shocked. The ancient emperor was really still alive? This made everyone go crazy, toppling their understanding of the world.
"Is the ancestral emperor going to ascend Mount Meru to fight and discuss the dao with the Amitabha Great Emperor? What a pity that the other party died in meditation."
The God Emperor revived, climbing the mountain step by step like this, what was he doing? After being lonely for ten thousand years, he finally saw Mount Meru, feeling the fluctuations and traces of the great ancient emperor. He was excited to see his prey!
At their realm, they were invincible and lonely all their lives. They longed for an opponent that was evenly matched, but finding one was harder than ascending to the heavens.
After the God Emperor ascended to the peak, Mahamayuri sat cross-legged on the ground, unable to endure the pressure. Only the exorcism pestle shone, becoming more and more resplendent as it resisted on its own.
With a rumbling sound, Great Thunderclap Temple shone with boundless light. The violet-gold roof tiles and roof all released auspicious colors. Buddhist energy surged majestically, rushing into the clouds.
A buddhist voice rang through West Earth. A buddha figure appeared out of nowhere, and no one saw how he appeared. He stood in front of Great Thunderclap Temple, blocking the God Emperor's path.
This was a monk in gray robes, wrapped in primal chaos mist. His forehead was indistinct, but if one looked carefully, he looked very similar to the Amitabha Buddha statue in the temple.
He stood beside the long withered bodhi tree in front of the temple with a benevolent expression. When his aura rippled out, it was as vast as a mountain.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
All the monks on Mount Meru chanted buddhist chants, revealing astonished expressions.
Outside Mount Meru, all the heroes were shaken as well. They couldn't help but cry out in alarm, chanting the four words Amitabha Buddha. They simply didn't dare to believe what they were seeing.
There couldn't be two emperors in one world, and the ancient emperors couldn't meet. This was the common understanding of the world, but today, it was continuously overturned.
The God Emperor had revived, and Great Emperor Amitabha had reappeared. Were the two going to fight?!
Many people suspected that they were in a dream. After personally experiencing all of this, they wondered if they had gone crazy. Were their senses still normal?!
The God Emperor took a step forward, and the immortal clothes on his body made zheng zheng sounds like the roars of dragons and tigers. The vibrations made people's ears hurt, and they felt as if their flesh was about to evaporate.
Great Emperor Amitabha held the exorcism pestle in his hand and released boundless precious light to block the God Emperor's path. The two seemed to be opposing each other with equal harshness.
Boom!
The God Emperor's body expanded and soared into the clouds in front of Great Thunderclap Temple. It was unknown just how many tens of thousands of zhang tall he was. Great Emperor Amitabha wasn't willing to fall behind. He similarly soared into the clouds, and his enormous buddha body towered between heaven and earth.
This scene shocked everyone. A battle between emperors and emperors had occurred? After being separated for so long, there was actually a day when they would face each other and take action!
Everyone found it hard to accept and believe it.
"Is that the Amitabha Buddha's imprint?"
"But … how can we explain the God Emperor's resurrection? He should be a corpse, and in the end, he ascended Mount Meru step by step. How can it be said that he hasn't revived?!"
The saints were bewildered, and their faces were all pale. Everything that happened today made one's hair stand on end. It was too shocking and inconceivable.
If this was true, it might be the most important event in the lives of the Great Emperors and Great Ancient Emperors. They had been lonely all their lives, and in the end, they had found an opponent.
The Great Emperors didn't meet each other, and today, common sense was broken.
Perhaps, every Great Emperor longed to be born in a different era and fight with the past emperors. They wanted to find a true opponent.
Unfortunately, everyone passed away in loneliness. Their wishes couldn't come true, and it was difficult for them to meet others of the same kind.
Mount Meru trembled, and the sun, moon, and stars swayed. It was as if they were going to fall down. The two of them wanted to test themselves against the heavens. Natural laws pervaded the air, and the two seemed to be confronting each other.
Their bodies continuously increased in size, directly reaching beyond this region. They were so large that they exceeded common sense, shocking the entire Northern Dipper Star Domain until all creatures trembled. Their divine might was matchless.
"Did the Divine Emperor really revive?" The voices of some of the Divine Silkworm Ridge experts were trembling, and their bodies were shaking. After the shock, only excitement remained.
"This isn't my father's doing." The Divine Silkworm Daoist shook his head, his voice carrying sadness and regret.
The surrounding people's expressions became sluggish. This was the Great Ancient Emperor's son. Even he said this, so it most likely couldn't be true. However, just now, they clearly saw the Divine Emperor ascend Mount Meru.
Ye Fan released a light sigh. After watching for a long time, he also understood everything. The Divine Emperor's loneliness and the Amitabha Great Emperor's regret couldn't be compensated. In the end, they still couldn't meet.
These two weren't them. If the true bodies of Great Emperors confronted each other, heaven and earth would definitely react, and an irregular scene that had never been seen since the ancient times would appear.
The Great Emperors wouldn't meet each other, never having opponents in their entire lives. This curse was difficult to break!
"This is a confrontation between two weapons, not because the Great Emperor himself is still alive." The Divine Silkworm Daoist pointed out the riddle.
His father ascended Mount Meru. Even though he was moving, he didn't develop a consciousness. It was his immortal clothes that were in control, keeping his mighty body from falling, overlooking the endless ages.
The Amitabha Great Emperor's appearance was actually more or less the same. The demonfall pestle revived under the tremendous emperor level fluctuations, merging with the fist-sized śarīra, forming the Amitabha Great Emperor's void image.
In reality, there were no true bodies, only two Emperor weapons. Their respective masters' daos confronted each other, as if they were searching for an opponent for the lonely Emperor and Great Emperor, satisfying their final regrets.
In outer space, the perfectly straight Divine Emperor and the benevolent Amitabha Great Emperor faced each other. Natural laws swirled, releasing endless divine light.
There wasn't a true confrontation, just a probing of dao and magical techniques. The two didn't fight each other. The two Emperor weapons revived, leading everything. They were extremely cautious and careful.
Honglong!
In the end, their bodies shrunk, returning to their normal height. They reappeared at the peak of Mount Meru, in front of the Great Thunderclap Temple.
The Amitabha Great Emperor disappeared, leaving only the demonfall pestle floating in the air. As for the śarīra, it also fell to the ground, unmoving.
On the other side, the immortal clothes rustled lightly, as if in grief. In the end, they couldn't keep the archaic Emperor. Even seeing his corpse couldn't change anything.
Everyone was shocked. How could they not understand what had happened now? Everything was because of the two Emperor weapons' revival!
"Buddhism speaks of transcendence, great enlightenment, and only then can one achieve the dao of buddhism." At this time, the demonfall pestle transmitted its divine sense. This weapon actually spoke after reviving.
"Amitabha Buddha." The old monk Mo Ke and the others all chanted, listening respectfully. It was because they knew that the demonfall pestle was talking to them.
"Have you all transcended and gained enlightenment? Put that child down." The demonfall pestle continued.
"Let him go down the mountain?" Regardless of whether it was Mo Ke or the Great Mahamayuri, they didn't have the slightest bit of rebellious thoughts. This Emperor weapon was personally forged by the Amitabha Great Emperor to protect the Western Desert Buddhist Land. As a supreme being, they had to be respectful.
"Put it down? Have you all put it down?" The demonfall pestle calmly asked.
The Great Sage Mo Ke immediately put his palms together, admitting his sins and chanting buddhist names continuously.
Not long after, a golden arhat and the others escorted Huahua out. They made him appear in front of the Great Thunderclap Temple and prepared to put down Mount Meru.
No one had expected this kind of ending. It actually ended like this.
Qiang!
The archaic Emperor's battle clothes trembled slightly. The armor disintegrated, turning into rays of immortal light that fell down. The emperor corpse was wrapped in primal chaos mist, standing at the peak of Mount Meru.
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