Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 597: Golden Buddha Mountain

The defense formation of Little Spirit Mountain was deactivated, and the passage connecting this world to the Divine Wilderness Continent reopened.

At the same time, the Buddhist monks from the many domains of the Nanchi Continent, in their respective Little Spirit Mountain branch temples, were all rejoicing.

"This is…"

"Has the passage of Little Spirit Mountain been opened?"

Elders from the various Little Spirit Mountain temples were excited, their eyes shimmering with tears.

"Eighty thousand years, a full eighty thousand years have passed, and the world of Little Spirit Mountain has finally reopened."

For those practicing Buddhist Law, Little Spirit Mountain, and the Minor Thunderclap Monastery, were the sacred places in their hearts.

Monks from temples everywhere were hurrying towards the world of Little Spirit Mountain.

Compared to the time of their arrival, when the connecting passage between the two worlds was filled with ghastly Qi, darkening the sky, the situation was now much improved.

At this moment, within the passage all around, golden Buddhist light shone, its luminescent gloss flowing, as if bathing in the ocean of Buddhist Law.

Qinchuan and the others traversed the passage and emerged in a resplendent great hall.

This was a majestic Buddhist Palace, grand and magnificent, constructed of imperishable gold and red iron, splendid and imposing.

Within the Buddhist Palace sat a colossal Sakyamuni, the founder of Golden Buddha Mountain, the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas.

He looked down upon the world, his Buddhist Law boundless.

The entire Buddhist Hall was extremely vast and spacious, as if situated within a mini world. Standing here, Qinchuan and his group looked around, feeling as though they were back at the highest level of the Minor Thunderclap Monastery, solemn and sacred.

However, there was some accumulated dust on the floor and over the statues.

It was evident that it had been a long time since anyone had come to clean.

"What place is this? Is it also part of the Little Spirit Mountain temples?" Ji Huo'er looked around curiously.

She remembered the day when she had entered the inner world of Little Spirit Mountain through a small temple in Flame Phoenix City.

Now, having come out from the passage, they should also be in another Little Spirit Mountain temple.

"No, this is Golden Buddha Mountain."

Qinchuan shook his head and said, "The inner world of Little Spirit Mountain is independent of the Divine Wilderness Continent. Golden Buddha Mountain constructed the Little Spirit Mountain temples everywhere, merely to spread Buddhism and gather followers. These could not be considered the true gates of Golden Buddha Mountain, but merely branch temples.

Only here is the true main temple of Golden Buddha Mountain, the origination site of Buddhism."

"The origination site of Buddhism seems to have declined; this Buddha statue has not been cleaned for a long time." Ye Xuanji looked at the distant statue covered in a thick layer of dust and couldn't help but sigh.

"Little Spirit Mountain has been sealed for eighty thousand years. The abbot, including the forty-nine protectors of Buddhism, have all perished. That Golden Buddha Mountain has not yet completely fallen is already a miracle."

Qinchuan said indifferently.

The legacy of a sect or a religion is ultimately sustained by a handful of its top members, much like how Qinchuan once propped up the Congyun Sect and the Gongshan Clan. Without their leading power, and with no successors, they eventually fell to ruin.

The sudden closure of the world of Little Spirit Mountain, with the fall of every Great Saint and those above, was undeniably a disastrous calamity for Golden Buddha Mountain.

Just as Qinchuan and the others were heading out of the great hall, a faint voice suddenly came from outside.

"There are people!"

The group quickened their pace toward the outside of the hall; they did not conceal their tracks, and their hurried footsteps echoed hollowly in the spacious hall.

Upon exiting the Buddhist Hall, they were met with a golden staircase in front of them. The staircase extended downward, enveloped in a boundless Immortal Mist, its end out of sight.

On either side, there were Buddha statues of strange styles seated upon mounts, suppressing the mountain gates.

"The hissing roar came from the end of the stairs."

Qinchuan and the others descended the stairs.

The sound grew stronger, and off in the distance, they could see a dazzling and blinding light, with terrifying waves of energy rippling through the void.

Buddhist Law spread across the sky, and Divine Skills shone brilliantly; multiple different auras were constantly colliding.

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Someone was battling the disciples of Golden Buddha Mountain here.

At the end of the stairs, there was a vast Buddhist training ground, and there, in the center of the training ground, dozens of Buddhist disciples were confronting several mighty saints with powerful auras.

Among those many Buddhist disciples, the one who held the Demon-Subduing Staff and dressed in elder's robes was also in Holy's Realm.

The rest of the ordinary disciples were mostly below Dragon Transformation Realm.

It seemed Golden Buddha Mountain had indeed fallen, as now even a Saint had become an elder of Buddhism.

In front of the monks of Golden Buddha Mountain stood nine mighty saints, their auras as brilliant as a rainbow.

"Distinguished guest, from whence do you come, and why do you barge into our Buddhist Holy Land without cause?" Among the monks, the leading saint elder stepped forward with one hand in a salute, asking.

The leader of the nine mighty saints was a ferocious-looking middle-aged man with a green greatsword, who swaggered forward with a grin.

"I am but an ordinary elder of Cold Sand Sect, a name not recorded in the scriptures; surely even Elder Luo Du has not heard of it.

However, since fate has brought us together here, I suppose Elder Luo Du and I must share some destiny. To borrow a phrase from your Buddhism: 'When there is fate, we gather, we know, we meet; without fate, there is no birth, no extinction, no dispersal.'

My surname is Liu, with the given name Yi Dao."

Liu Yi Dao's name and appearance were crude, but his speech had a somewhat cultured air.

"My eight brothers and I have come to your temple for two main reasons.

The first is that we have heard Golden Buddha Mountain is the sacred ground of Buddhism in the world, and we couldn't resist coming to pay our respects.

The second," he continued, "is that Golden Buddha Mountain is known to have countless Magic Artifacts and Great Dao Divine Powers passed down over the years, and we wished to try our luck in finding them."

Liu Yi Dao went on, causing his eight companions to burst into unabashed laughter.

"Scoundrel!"

"This is truly insolent!"

Among the monks, a young novice wielding a copper staff spoke bitterly.

They understood the implication of Liu Yi Dao's euphemistic words all too well; he was clearly there to brazenly rob them of their Sect's treasures.

The rest of the monks were also livid with rage, their faces iron-blue, wishing they could suppress these aggressors on the spot.

Golden Buddha Mountain used to be a supreme overlord on Divine Wilderness Continent; no one dared to provoke it.

But after the calamity that occurred 80,000 years ago, some Sects discovered that Golden Buddha Mountain's Little Spirit Mountain had closed, and it had not opened for tens of thousands of years. Eventually, the surrounding Sects set their sights on Golden Buddha Mountain.

Golden Buddha Mountain, a behemoth with countless years of heritage, had profound depths and numerous treasures.

At that time, numerous super Sects united and marched toward Golden Buddha Mountain.

Many Great Emperors banded together to oppress Golden Buddha Mountain, breached the Mountain Gate Formation, and seized countless years of Golden Buddha Mountain's fortunes and foundations.

The various Sects, not wanting to see Golden Buddha Mountain rise again, deliberately suppressed it, and from then on, Golden Buddha Mountain could not recover.

Cold Sand Sect was but a small Sect established for just over ten thousand years, and its Sect Master was merely at the Great Saint Late Stage.

And now, even such a minor Sect could oppress them, filling them with both fury and sorrow.