Vast Buddhist light filled the heavens and earth; this was a sacred and wondrous place. Heavenly flowers rained down, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground. A majestic Buddhist temple stood there, with gold bricks, silver pillars, and jade tiles, exuding indescribable majesty and splendor.
hold head high!
However, in this wondrous and sacred land, above the sky filled with Buddhist light, a black dragon, its body radiating a bloodthirsty aura and utterly out of harmony with this peaceful and serene place, roared angrily in the sky, confronting this sacred mountain and pure land.
The Buddha's light, which should have been formless and intangible, now possessed a physical form, tightly restraining the black dragon's body and rendering him unable to move in this vast and wondrous realm.
At the same time, the vast Buddhist light was also purifying the bloodthirsty energy on this evil dragon. Every breath and every instant, a massive amount of bloodthirsty energy was annihilated and evaporated by the Buddhist light.
The Purple Dragon King let out a painful roar. He was going back to his roots, and the foundation of his transformation into a true dragon was being destroyed. However, his strength did not weaken. The seemingly peaceful Buddhist light invaded his dragon body and filled his deficiencies.
Without him even having to take the initiative, the righteous and peaceful Buddha light transformed into his power, becoming a part of him. The profound Buddhist sound echoed in his sea of consciousness, explaining the profound Buddhist principles, seemingly trying to guide him onto a broad and prosperous path.
"Damn bald monk!"
The Purple Dragon King was furious; even now, he still couldn't accept that he had fallen to such a state.
With his cultivation level and background, even if he didn't transform into a true dragon, he was confident that he could escape unscathed from the hands of a true immortal or Buddha.
However, encountering them one after another became too much for him. What annoyed him the most was that he was not at his peak when facing such extraordinary beings.
"Amitabha! You wicked beast, why don't you wake up!"
A majestic Buddha appeared in the Pure Land, its face compassionate, looking down at the black dragon struggling in the vast Buddha light. Under the influence of this Pure Land, some of the black scales on its body had been dyed golden red.
"Delusion!"
The Purple Mystic Dragon King's body twisted and turned, struggling against a small world. Its body, tempered for thousands of years, crumbled inch by inch, its scales, tougher than black iron, scattered, and its viscous dragon blood spilled out.
"Stubborn and unyielding!"
The Buddha whispered, having lost patience. Once this evil dragon is converted, given its current level of power, it won't be long before Buddhism gains another Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva.
"I would rather die a glorious death than live a dishonorable one!"
The black dragon's deep eyes were filled with a sinister and tyrannical look. He knew that as long as he accepted the Buddhist light that invaded his body, he could even break through on the spot and transform into the form he had always dreamed of, with the help of this power.
But by then, will he still be himself? If he is a true dragon, he should soar in the heavens, not become a lackey of Buddhism.
"Donor, wait!"
The Buddha, who had originally intended to personally intervene to expedite the process of salvation, sensed something amiss. However, by the time he spoke to stop him, it was already too late. The dragon's battered body had truly shattered, unleashing a burst of dark purple light. The terrifying power was so great that even the Buddha could not maintain his compassionate expression, and his face paled instantly.
"You beast, how dare you!"
After a furious shout, the Buddha was enveloped in an expanding purplish-black light. This serene and peaceful place, which had always been tranquil since its construction, was also impacted like never before. Gold bricks shattered, jade tiles turned to dust, and the Buddha hall collapsed...
Amidst that world-destroying power, a golden-purple ray of light pierced through the chaotic void, escaping the nearly destroyed Buddhist sanctuary and disappearing into the mortal realm.
In Dagan, on the border of Kunzhou, in a peaceful county town, an old farmer who was hoeing the ground seemed to sense something. He looked up and saw a crack about a foot in size appear in the void. A golden and purple spirit pearl fell out and spun around in the air, as if it was looking around.
"Fortunately, it was just an ordinary mortal!"
Before even facing death and the destruction of his soul, he possessed great perseverance and courage, shattering his dragon body in exchange for the Dragon King, who escaped with his own dragon soul and the dragon pearl, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Now that things have come to this, he has no more demands on his situation; just being alive is enough. As long as he can live, restoring his dragon body will only take some time, and it won't be a big problem.
"Let's silence them!"
Glancing at the old farmer hoeing the field who had already noticed him, the Dragon King, now reduced to a mere dragon soul, had a sudden thought and decided to kill him. With the Dragon Pearl, he too could manipulate the energy of heaven and earth, annihilating mortals as easily as crushing an ant.
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"I am Ji Xuanyi, and I greet you, fellow Daoist!"
He was just an ordinary old farmer in the countryside, but suddenly his demeanor changed drastically. Although his patched hemp clothes and his wrinkled, aged face remained unchanged, the eerie aura emanating from his soul startled the Dragon King.
"Demon Lord!"
The Purple Dragon King cried out in alarm. With a turn of the dragon pearl, he intended to distance himself from this demon lord's incarnation, who, for some unknown reason, had sent a fragment of his soul into this place and was hiding his identity here.
"Fellow Daoist, why be so formal? Our meeting is fate. Why not sit down and share a drink?"
The old farmer, still covered in mud, held his hoe, his calloused hands reaching out and pressing down gently, causing the primordial energy of heaven and earth, controlled by the Dragon Pearl, to become disordered.
"Demon Lord, you have always kept to yourself and my Dragon Clan. Why don't we part ways here today and each go our separate ways in peace?"
"Fellow Daoist, you jest. You are not qualified to represent the Dragon Clan. Besides, you have already fallen into my hands. If I let you go, wouldn't the name of the Demon Lord become a laughing stock?"
"You're nothing but a fragment of a soul, yet you dare to covet my Dragon Ball?"
"I am not interested in your Dragon Balls, but I am interested in your Dragon Soul. I see that you have an affinity with me, and we can merge into one to jointly comprehend the Great Dao!"
The old farmer laughed heartily, no longer bothering to hide it. Even if the value of what this clone coveted were ten times greater, it still couldn't compare to a dragon soul nearly as powerful as a true dragon.
"Besides, you are right, it is just an avatar. If it succeeds, everyone will be happy. Even if it fails, it is just a drop in the ocean and not worth mentioning."
Amidst laughter and conversation, the old farmer fell backward to the ground. A dark and inscrutable beam of light rose from his Baihui acupoint and instantly entered the dragon pearl, intending to invade its dragon soul and usurp its place.
hold head high!
"You scoundrels, you won't succeed!"
In Dragon Ball, a dragon soul, solidified to the point of being visible in every detail, manifested and roared to the sky. With just one roar, it stirred up a storm, and the clear sky turned gloomy in just a few breaths, with dazzling lightning flashing within it.
That is the most yang and powerful force of heaven and earth; before it, all evil and yin must retreat.
Having suffered this calamity for the third time, the Purple Dragon King was filled with grief and indignation. Without hesitation, he wrapped himself in the Dragon Pearl and bravely faced the sky ablaze with lightning. His soul, possessed by the Heavenly Demon, was better shattered by the heavenly lightning; at least then his true spirit could be reincarnated.
"Fellow Daoist, do you wish to fight to the death? I'd be happy to oblige! Let's see who has their soul shattered by heavenly lightning first!"
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