Chu Xuan looked at Mo Tuo, who was begging for mercy, unmoved.
After this period of erosion, one-third of Mo Tuo’s devil soul had been transformed into a Buddha soul.
The Buddha soul exuded a dignified golden light.
He looked like an eminent monk who had attained the Dao.
Converting a devil expert into a Buddhist… Just thinking about it gave him a sense of accomplishment.
Looking at Mo Tuo, who was half-demon and half-buddha, Chu Xuan started having some new ideas.
What if he turned the demon race into a Buddhist race?
Just thinking about it made him excited.
This was equivalent to directly controlling a powerful race, or even creating a new race altogether.
From that point on, there would be no demon race in this world, only the Buddhist race?
If he really accomplished this feat, the system’s reward would definitely be beyond his wildest imagination.
Still, he had to take things one step at a time. He could not rush things.
After Mo Tuo was converted, he would be able to better understand the situation of the demon race before slowly making plans.
Thinking that he would soon have a devout Buddhist disciple under him, Chu Xuan became extremely excited.
Once Mo Tuo was converted, he would no longer be called Mo Tuo but Buddha.
The first Buddha in this world?
If this world did not have a Buddha, Chu Xuan would be the first Buddha and the True Buddha.
The Devil Buddha would then be the first Buddha to be converted.
In truth, although Chu Xuan was the Buddha, he was not really a Buddha, which was why the Devil Buddha would be the true first Buddha.
Chu Xuan waited for Mo Tuo to become a Buddha. He took out the Myriad Heavenly Mirror and connected it to Ren Changhe again. He wanted to find out if there was a Buddhist sect in the nine zones and fifty regions.
Of course, as an extremely powerful big shot in the myriad realms, everything in the nine zones and fifty regions should be under his control.
As such, Chu Xuan did not ask directly. Instead, he simply recited a few Buddhist scriptures and revealed some information about Buddhism.
Ren Changhe’s face was filled with shock and astonishment.
From his reaction, Chu Xuan immediately understood that there were no Buddhas in the nine zones and fifty regions!
Otherwise, it was impossible for Ren Changhe not to recognize the scriptures. Buddhism was quite unique, after all.
Back inside the world-cleansing glazed pagoda, Mo Tuo was still crying and begging for mercy. He felt that he was about to go crazy.
The erosion of the golden light was definitely a problem, but the murmurs were far more terrifying.
The murmurs were filled with a strange power. However, even if the strange power did not exist, no one could stand having murmurs ringing in one’s ears all day long.
Had they been ordinary murmurs, he might have been able to seal off his five senses to avoid hearing or sensing the murmurs.
However, the murmurs seemed to be reciting scriptures straight into his soul. There was simply no way to block or eliminate them.
It was simply terrifying!
Chu Xuan suspected that the enlightenment of Buddhism actually depended on the constant nagging and mumbling, which would make people break down before being enlightened.
Who could f*cking stand it? There was a constant buzzing sound in Mo Tuo’s ears. In addition, the murmurs directly spoke into his consciousness and soul.
Mo Tuo’s cries for mercy were useless. As such, he turned around and started cursing Chu Xuan again, as if he was trying to anger Chu Xuan and get him to kill him off directly.
Those murmurs were too terrifying.
Over time, for some reason, Mo Tuo would occasionally find himself reciting a Buddhist scripture.
It was completely involuntary.
He knew that his thoughts and consciousness were starting to be affected.
Occasionally, he would find himself lowering his head and reciting the mantra, “Amitabha.”
It was too terrifying!
…
It had been more than a month since the Nine Swords Mountain’s sect master Song Yiming tried to force the Chu family to marry Chu Yun to his son.
After hearing the news, most people threw it to the back of their minds and did not investigate the reason behind it.
Most people thought that Song Yiming had returned empty-handed due to the Great Qin’s Empress’ interference.
Evil King Palace.
The current Evil King sat on his throne. His expression was dark and gloomy.
Ever since he had been heavily injured by Qin Keyun, his temper had become much more irritable.
The Evil King, who was originally cold and scheming, had become irritable, impulsive, and easily angered after the trend of “Charging into the Evil King’s Palace” emerged.
Then, after being defeated by Qin Keyun, his temperament took another turn for the worse.
He sported a dark facial expression, looking as if he had been cuckolded by his sweetheart.
The Evil King’s attendants were on edge every day. They did not even dare to take a deep breath, afraid that any movements or slight actions would trigger the Evil King’s unhappiness, which would get them killed immediately.
They even had to consider whether they should lead with their left or right foot when entering the door.
Not long ago, there was an unlucky guy who came to report to the Evil King when he was in a bad mood.
In the end, the Evil King had said, “How dare you lead with your left foot into the door first? Die!”
He was then slapped to death.
It was terrible!
Now, if the Evil King was in a bad mood, the servants would not report anything to him for fear of being slapped to death for some made-up reason.
It was all Kun Wu’s fault.
The “Charging into the Evil King’s Palace” trend that he had created had made the Evil King so angry that his entire temperament had changed.
“Is Chu County really not under the jurisdiction of the Great Qin Dynasty? Is it true that the Qin family has ostracized the Chu family?” The Evil King asked coldly.
“King, this matter is true. There is no trap or conspiracy.”
Standing below was Chang Jianfeng, one of the 108 evil warriors of the evil imperial court.
Other than the Evil King himself, the evil imperial court comprised the ten evil commanders, thirty-six evil generals, and one hundred and eight evil warriors.
They represented the top powerhouses of the evil imperial court.
The evil commanders, evil generals, and evil warriors were all ranked based on their strength, and their positions were not fixed. If someone was stronger, then that person could replace the current title holder.
Since the establishment of the evil imperial court, only the Evil King’s lineage had never been replaced, and his position had never been shaken. Regardless of whether it was the evil commanders, evil generals, or evil warriors, these had all changed over and over again.
There had been heretic cultivators who had held back until they were powerful enough to display their might by defeating the evil warriors, thus replacing them.
Of course, in order to consolidate their position, every evil commander would train their subordinates, and many of the thirty-six evil generals were formed factions under certain evil commanders.
It was the same for the evil warriors.
Those who were not from the evil commanders’ factions all belonged to the Evil King’s faction. Anyone without a faction would often be targeted and killed by others.
Only those who belonged to the Evil King’s faction did not face such a problem.
Chang Jianfeng was born as a grassroots heretic cultivator. He had endured for many years before finally finding an opportunity to defeat an evil warrior and replacing him.
Those who belonged to the Evil King’s faction would not be killed by those from the evil generals or the evil commanders’ factions.
Although the Evil King’s faction was powerful, there had to be a balance among the evil generals, evil commanders, and evil warriors. Therefore, they were very willing to accept and protect heretic cultivators who had no background and promote them to high positions.
The system of the evil imperial court was rather straightforward and simple.
“How is your strength compared to Song Yiming?”
The Evil King looked at Chang Jianfeng and asked.
“Slightly inferior,” Chang Jianfeng answered truthfully.
Song Yiming was the sect master of Nine Swords Mountain, after all. Although they were both at the ninth level of the truth realm, Chang Jianfeng would definitely lose in a real fight against the other party.
The Evil King nodded. He was not surprised to hear this.
Chang Jianfeng was just an evil warrior after all. He was not even an evil general. Naturally, he would not be Song Yiming’s match.
Nine Swords Mountain had a very deep foundation. Moreover, the sect master was not the strongest expert in the sect. He was only good at managing the sect, developing the sect, and enforcing the sect’s rules.
Of course, as the sect master, his strength could not be that weak either.
Song Yiming was very strong. Out of the thirty-six evil generals, there were less than ten who could defeat him.
“You may leave.”
With a wave of his hand, he ordered Chang Jianfeng to leave.
The evil King narrowed his eyes and started to think. Chu County occupied a very important place in the Great Qin Dynasty.
It was almost in the hinterlands of the Great Qin Dynasty.
The Chu family also had an extraordinary relationship with the Qin, Zhao, and He families. If he could control the Chu family, perhaps it would turn out to be more useful than the heretic cult. At the critical moment, he could use the Chu family to stab the Qin family in the back.
“If I personally make a move, even if your Chu family is a dragon’s den or tiger’s lair, you will still have to bow down to me!”
The Evil King smiled coldly.
