After Sun Wukong consumed a golden pill, he was resurrected in the blink of an eye.
He quickly realized his surroundings, then hurriedly got up from the ground and repeatedly kowtowed to Amitabha Buddha to express his gratitude.
"Now that you have successfully survived this ordeal, you don't need to worry anymore."
Amitabha Buddha smiled and said to Sun Wukong.
Looking at the corpses scattered all around him, Sun Wukong felt a surge of sorrow.
He couldn't help but sigh softly, "This ordeal was far too dangerous. If it weren't for your help, I probably would have become one of them."
Then, Amitabha Buddha led Sun Wukong to pay respects to the two holy leaders.
When they arrived outside the Blissful World, they found that the entire world was shrouded in a thick fog.
So the two immediately gave their names, and suddenly a passage opened up in the fog.
Amitabha Buddha led Sun Wukong into this passage.
The two walked along the passage for a while and finally reached the end of the passage, entering the true paradise.
At this very moment, above the vast and boundless Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, countless Buddhist Pure Lands hang high.
Above these Buddhist pure lands, in that ethereal and lofty realm, stand a towering Bodhi tree that pierces the clouds, and a golden lotus that sways gracefully with a thousand dancing petals.
The Sage Zhunti is sitting upright under the Bodhi tree at this moment.
He closed his eyes tightly, his expression solemn and dignified, and wholeheartedly focused on circulating the boundless merit and destiny contained within him.
With each breath, wisps of merit emanated from his body, spreading out like golden smoke.
These merits seem to possess a magical purifying power, gradually dissolving and melting away the violent and malevolent energy permeating the world.
Meanwhile, the Sage of Guidance sat quietly on the golden lotus.
His hands rested naturally on his knees, and the mudras in his hands kept changing, blooming like lotus flowers.
As the Buddhist seal changed, mysterious and unpredictable forces of creation from all directions converged and continuously poured into his body, only to be expelled with his breath.
These forces of creation from heaven and earth flow like a clear spring through the immeasurable Buddhist lands, dispelling the swirling dust of the mortal world that permeates the universe.
The two leaders were surrounded by a rich Buddhist light, and the aura of merit and virtue flowed around them, making them look exceptionally solemn and dignified.
Just then, Amitabha Buddha suddenly reached out and grabbed Sun Wukong, took a step forward, and his figure instantly changed, arriving in front of the two leaders in the blink of an eye.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists." Amitabha Buddha clasped his hands together and respectfully bowed to the two leaders.
Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong dared not be negligent and hurriedly stepped forward to bow to the two religious leaders in the air, thus paying homage to these two highly respected religious leaders and saints.
The Sage Zhunti slowly composed himself, nodded to Amitabha Buddha, and then turned his gaze to Sun Wukong.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he pointed at Sun Wukong and said with a smile, "Excellent, from now on, you are the new master of Mount Ling."
Upon hearing this, the Sage of Reception also raised his eyes and glanced at Sun Wukong.
Surprisingly, he not only did not raise any objections, but also showed an expression of approval and nodded slightly to indicate his agreement.
When Amitabha Buddha heard these words, his expression remained as calm as ever, as if he had expected it all along.
After all, the reason he brought his disciples here was precisely for this matter.
Sun Wukong himself was filled with astonishment and surprise.
But in the blink of an eye, he thought of how almost all the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats in Buddhism had met with misfortune and been completely lost.
In this situation, apart from the three leaders, there are only a few big cats and small cats left in the entire Buddhist sect. Among these people, who is more qualified, of higher seniority, and with deeper cultivation than him?
Moreover, the Buddha, who was revered as the World Honored One, has already passed away, and even his true spirit has been listed on the Investiture of the Gods.
Therefore, who else but him could be qualified to assume the position of the new Buddha...?
The three leaders' unanimous approval was akin to the coronation of an emperor.
The remaining aura of Buddhism began to slowly converge on Sun Wukong, and boundless Buddhist light began to emanate from his body...
When Sun Wukong received permission from the three sage leaders in the Blissful World to become the master of Mount Ling, Hu Le also got up and left Fuli Heaven, riding a white ox to the mortal world.
Upon arriving in the prehistoric world, he urged his mount to head straight for Beiju Luzhou.
The Northern Continent is a vast and boundless region, yet most of its mountains and rivers are covered by thick ice and snow year-round.
In terms of climate, it can be said to be the coldest and most harsh place in the entire ancient four continents.
Looking around, the world was desolate and barren; for creatures like humans, this place was simply an uninhabitable wasteland.
This is also one of the key factors that allowed the demon race to occupy this continent.
The demon race's royal court stands majestically on a blessed land resembling a fairyland in Beiju Luzhou.
Originally, there was no such blessed land in Beiju Luzhou.
This blessed land was created entirely by the combined efforts and hands of the many great saints of the demon race.
In order to create this blessed land, most of the spiritual veins in Beiju Luzhou have been continuously converging on this blessed land.
On this day, Hu Le rode his mount leisurely through the clouds and flew to the outside of the blessed land.
He floated silently in the void, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if they could pierce through the endless void.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and then flicked his finger lightly, a dazzling bolt of lightning suddenly shot out.
The lightning bolt flew like lightning and instantly struck the void.
With a deafening roar, the void was shattered, and a strange and magnificent scene unfolded before his eyes.
The blessed land covers an area of ​​approximately ten million square miles, with undulating mountains that rise into the clouds, resembling majestic giants standing between heaven and earth.
The plants here are lush and vibrant, each one exuding a rich spiritual energy.
And those precious Ganoderma lucidum and other rare herbs are everywhere, emitting an alluring fragrance that makes people feel refreshed and happy.
Auspicious rays of light coalesced into colorful clouds, drifting leisurely in the sky, resembling clusters of seven-colored rays of light, a breathtaking sight.
Endless spiritual energy gathered together, forming clusters of colorful mist that appeared almost tangible.
They roam freely through the mountains and forests, adding a mysterious and enchanting atmosphere to the entire blessed land.
Seeing this scene, Hu Le nodded slightly, marveling that the demon race did have some skill in managing this place quite well.
Such a blessed land, with its beautiful scenery and abundant spiritual energy, is comparable to, or even surpasses, the top-grade grotto-heavens of the Eastern Continent or the Southern Continent...
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