Although the divine voice wasn't loud, it rang through the soul.
Cold, emotionless—yet absolutely overwhelming. Everyone who heard it felt a deep, instinctual fear.
Lingshan
Great Hall of the Great Sage
Within the grand temple, a host of Buddhas looked around in shock.
"Whose voice was that? How could it penetrate this sacred space?" one of them asked.
They all turned toward the Tathagata Buddha.
But the Buddha's expression had turned solemn. Clearly, the source of the voice was no trivial matter.
"Master," a Bodhisattva asked cautiously, "who does that voice belong to?"
"That… is an evil god from beyond this world," the Tathagata said slowly. "But do not worry. Just remain calm and trust in the Dharma."
Though his words were measured, a thread of divine consciousness had already been dispatched—he needed to see it for himself.
Heavenly Court
Lingxiao Hall
The Jade Emperor scowled.
"Whose voice could reach this far?" he asked.
Looking into his Clairvoyant Mirror, he gasped—the scrying eyes were bleeding.
Clearly, something had injured even the divine sight.
From the other side, Wind-Ear Immortal reported grimly, "Your Majesty, the voice came from Jinshan Temple... but it echoed throughout all the realms."
"What?!"
The Jade Emperor was stunned.
A single person's voice… resounding across all six realms?
What level of cultivation was this? Had it surpassed even the Buddha?
Underworld
Once dark and gloomy, the underworld was now bathed in radiant nine-colored divine light.
All the malevolent spirits—once thought to be eternal—were reduced to ashes.
Even those called "immortal in death" were swept away like dust.
With Liu Che's arrival, the underworld became silent.
King Yama dropped to his knees in terror, and countless ghosts collapsed where they stood.
Throughout the underworld, ten thousand souls wailed in despair and awe.
Yangtze River Dragon Palace
Upon hearing the divine voice ripple across the world, the Dragon King of the Yangtze was struck speechless.
Just moments ago, he had hesitated in his heart, still unsure of where to pledge his allegiance.
But after hearing that terrifying voice…
Shock overtook him.
He tried peering into the event with his divine soul—only to be wounded, blood pouring from his mouth.
"I never imagined this god would be so terrifying... compared to him, all things in this world are worthless…"
Even as he coughed purple blood, Ao Qian's eyes shone with pure fanaticism.
To escape this world… to transcend it all—wasn't that the path he truly sought?
Why should he remain a river guardian for eternity?
In front of Fahai, the god Liu Che hovered silently.
His gaze was calm, but beneath it, divine power surged.
Though his current strength wouldn't hold much longer… crushing a Bodhisattva was still effortless.
Divine might was absolute.
Had he not just broken through to the Upper God Realm, he wouldn't have had this power. It was equivalent to stealing a world out from under Heaven's control.
Liu Che's rage simmered beneath the surface.
"Ahh… Lord God…" Fahai whispered through a bloodied smile.
He lay sprawled across the ground, trying to kneel—but he couldn't move.
His injuries were too severe.
"To recognize your error is the beginning of wisdom," Liu Che said coldly. "But remember this, my believers are judged only by me."
His gaze shifted skyward.
"And you—hypocrites standing above my domain—are you ready to die?"
His words thundered across the sky.
Moments later, blood blossoms bloomed in the heavens.
Even now, there were those who dared to hover above him?
That alone was a crime worthy of death.
Guanyin Bodhisattva watched in horror as Arhats and gods were struck down with no warning.
Her expression twisted in terror.
Without another thought, she fled.
She didn't dare consider whether he was an evil god or divine being.
All she knew was—if she stayed, she would die.
Within the city, Bai Suzhen stared at the fleeing Guanyin, completely overwhelmed.
Too much had happened today.
She hadn't even had time to process it all.
And then—
The voice returned.
Ethereal. Absolute.
"In front of me… you think you have the right to flee?"
The words were law.
Time reversed.
When Guanyin opened her eyes again, she found herself back where she'd been.
Still standing in place.
This time, she didn't dare run.
Instead, she forced a weak smile and bowed slightly.
"The poor monk misunderstood Fahai's actions… I did not realize your divine grace was so vast. Please, Great God… forgive my sins."
She submitted.
Guanyin had bowed her head.
Nearby, Fahai's wounds had nearly healed under the glow of divine light.
Hearing Guanyin's words above, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahaha… so even you have to grovel now?
All your chanting of evil god this and evil god that... Aren't Buddhist scriptures and Daoist texts passed down by the divine?"
"And yet you, Guanyin, claimed I was evil just for refusing to obey the Tathagata's orders."
"What a joke. People like you think you're worthy of worship? Hypocrites, all of you. Shameless!"
Guanyin flushed red with humiliation, but still forced a flattering smile—anything to appease the god before her.
From the beginning until now, she had only seen a figure bathed in nine-colored light.
She couldn't even see his true form.
This was the first time she had ever encountered such a terrifying existence.
Liu Che remained silent.
He was waiting.
Waiting for reinforcements from Heaven or Lingshan.
But...
None came.
No one dared move.
His presence alone had reduced the great sects to trembling cowards.
Feeling the drain on his divine strength, Liu Che finally spoke:
"Fahai is my chosen believer. He spreads the Eternal Doctrine. The Tathagata not only wounded him, but tried to have him killed."
"So now—I shall give Lingshan a lesson they will never forget."
Guanyin's heart sank.
He was going to kill her.
"I… Buddha, help me…!" she screamed.
She turned and fled west, activating every escape art she knew.
In an instant, she traveled thousands of miles.
In her desperation, she poured her entire cultivation into a single move—just to survive.
But to Liu Che, distance was meaningless.
A joke.
He slowly raised his palm.
Nine colors echoed across the sky.
The world dimmed once more.
A colossal palm, glowing with divine light, descended from the heavens and struck the fleeing Guanyin Bodhisattva.
This world-renowned Bodhisattva—
She didn't even resist.
The light shattered into a flood of blood and mist. She didn't even have time to scream.
Her divine soul was annihilated instantly.
The palm didn't stop there—it continued forward, sweeping toward Lingshan itself.
Only when half of the sacred mountain was utterly destroyed did the divine force finally fade.
The Tathagata Buddha, having fled earlier with his remaining disciples, was spared.
Only Guanyin had died.
But even so, what happened today was a devastating humiliation.
Lingshan, once a glorious Buddhist sanctuary, was now half-ruined.
The golden light had faded.
Darkness and divine fear lingered.
Five burning finger marks remained scorched into the landscape—a reminder of what had transpired.
Face pale, the Tathagata gritted his teeth.
"From today onward… recall all Buddhist disciples. We will retreat into seclusion for ten thousand years!"
"Yes, Buddha. We obey."
Jianglong Arhat bowed obediently, but his heart was still filled with dread.
They had only just escaped death. If they had been even a second slower…
They too would have been crushed.
Jinshan Temple
Liu Che's voice was calm. "Fahai, I didn't destroy them just to avenge you. This false Buddha defiled my name."
"Yes, my Lord. As your follower, I will spread your truth to atone for the world's ignorance."
Fahai knelt with devotion, his face full of pious resolve.
By now, he had no doubts left.
He was no longer just a monk—he was a true fanatic believer of the Eternal God.
Liu Che gave him a satisfied nod.
Then his body dissolved into particles of light and vanished into the air.
The world fell into stillness.
Then into night.
The clouds of tribulation had already been torn apart the moment Liu Che descended.
Now that he was gone, silence reigned.
But something had changed.
Fahai… had become a true Buddha.
The Golden Body Method (Sixth Turn) was now cultivated to the fifth level of perfection.
After using magic to bury the remains of Jinshan Temple in a quiet hillside, Fahai revealed his Buddha form to the masses below.
His voice echoed across the land:
"Guanyin fell into darkness without realizing it and was judged by my God. From today onward, all temples must be demolished. Monks must either return to secular life or join the Eternal Faith!"
In the city, the two snakes—Xiaoqing and Bai Suzhen—watched the divine light fade.
Finally, they exhaled in relief.
Then came Fahai's booming declaration.
Xiaoqing whispered, "That god is terrifying... He killed a Bodhisattva with a single palm. I almost want to join the Eternal Religion myself. But… do they even accept demons?"
Bai Suzhen rolled her eyes and pinched Xiaoqing's ear.
"You... You just want someone powerful to rely on. At least go ask properly instead of daydreaming. I still have so many questions for that god…"
She paused.
Since Guanyin's death, the strange tugging sensation in her heart had vanished.
The compulsion to become an immortal... it was gone.
Was it just an illusion?
She didn't realize that the divine oath spell in her soul had been quietly dissolved.
No longer drawn toward Guanyin's "mission," she was now truly free.
[Myriad Worlds Chat Group]
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Tch. That bald monk didn't even get to scream when he died."
Li Er: "Stop calling him a bald monk. My God gave him a chance to change. Be respectful!"
Pirate King of the Caribbean: "Then what should we call him?"
Mr. Murong: [Curious.jpg]
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "+1"
Li Er: "Call him 'Bald.' It sounds gentler."
Dashan Chu: "Pfft… actually, 'Bald' sounds kinda wholesome. Can't believe I'm saying this."
Pudu All Beings (Fahai): "You can call me Bald. If not for our God's grace, I'd be dead already. And the one who insulted me—Lingshan—was punished. Guanyin was slapped into oblivion."
Li Er: "..."
Dashan Chu: "..."
Mr. Murong: "..."
Everyone went silent for a moment.
They all knew Guanyin from legend.
And now... she was literally slapped to death?
Hardcore.
And they loved it.
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Hey… you accepted the 'Bald' title. Not bad. That's character growth."
Junior Brother of Dazhu Peak: "Seems like I made the right choice. You've fully accepted the grace of our God. Wahhh... If I'd known you'd convert this fast, I would've picked the Heavenly Master's Dao Fruit too!"
Tanjiro: "Don't cry, Brother. I won't call you a bald donkey anymore!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Yeah, same. Respect."
Junior Brother of Dazhu Peak: "Tch. As if you had the right. I'm not bald. I have luscious, thick hair!"
Li Er: "Don't get cocky. You were only saved—not elevated. Without offering sacrifices, your life is still in danger. You'd better grow stronger quickly."
They were right.
Although the Buddha and the Jade Emperor were currently stunned into silence, peace wouldn't last forever.
Buddhism especially—known for its schemes—could still try to kill Fahai when he was vulnerable.
Pudu All Beings (Fahai): "Please rest assured. I will prepare properly. I won't disappoint the Eternal God. As for the Daughter of Destiny... she is right under my nose. I won't let her escape."
Bai Suzhen was still in Hangzhou.
She wanted to leave—but Fahai wouldn't allow it.
If both Dao and Buddhism wanted her…
Then he would sacrifice her to God directly.