Fu Qingjun sat in the canteen eating, watching the bustling street outside the window. People knelt and shouted, “Buddha,” bringing a slight smirk to his lips.

“If the news makes it out of Du Guan Town, it might make the headlines of the New Continent newspapers, ‘Shocking! The Princess of the Yin-Shang Dynasty is the Reincarnation of the Buddha.’

Don’t think Fu Qingjun is talking nonsense.

Because beside him, the royal photographer—modern historians with a tripod and a heavy camera—was already capturing this scene, and the black-and-white photos would soon be developed.

In this era, putting a black-and-white photo in the newspaper is normal.

“Our Du Guan Town is going to be in chaos, something big is happening.” Baiyu was also dumbfounded; earlier, when Li Mo and the others were taken into the Immortal Gate by Nuwa, it was already bizarre, but now…

“What a joke?”

Even the crazy and carefree loudspeaker choked on his food, shouting, “Is this world and those mythical records from ancient times real?”

The news was shocking enough that no one dared to believe it.

If not witnessed with their own eyes, no one would believe in the spoken words.

Everything that happened today was beyond comprehension.

A fourth realm clone deity came to assassinate the reigning emperor and princess, but several Buddhas emerged to protect the reincarnated Buddha.

When everyone guessed who might be the Buddha, even if they guessed the emperor, saying that such an exceptional person was a True Immortal reincarnation, some might believe it.

But it turned out to be the princess.

“The younger sister I watched grow up is a significant figure from the Celestial Realm, the Buddha reincarnated?” At this moment, Ziying was dumbstruck, more shocked than during his own coronation.

Standing at the center of the street where everyone knelt down, Ziniang hesitated for a moment, looked around, and said calmly, “Am I truly the reincarnation of the Buddha?”

“Without a doubt.”

The Subduing Tiger Arhat said, “You have the aura of our Buddha on you, it can’t be faked.”

The princess was completely bewildered.

Am I to return to govern the Buddhist world?

Wouldn’t that mean I could impart Immortal Techniques and restore my dynasty’s glory?

She reacted immediately, aligning with her brother’s ideology, to win this war.

Without Martial Dao…

If Immortal Dao emerges and I truly am the Buddha, I must save all living beings and restore the glory of Martial Dao!

In ancient records, the Mythical Dynasty might not be beyond reach.

Ziniang became resolute, feeling this was a significant opportunity she had to seize, but she quickly regained her composure and asked, “Is that Mara my other half, transformed into a demonic thought, to attack me?”

“Indeed,” the Buddha said.

“Then what should we do?” Ziniang asked again.

The Subduing Tiger Arhat replied, “Naturally, return to the critical Buddhist places in the mortal realm to protect our Buddha.”

“Then let’s proceed accordingly,” Ziniang thought calmly for a moment, nodded, and astonishingly accepted it quickly, suddenly asking, “Are there any Buddhist means to reach the secular world?”

After all, she needed to contact Brother Wang.

She also believed that such a miraculous Buddhist practice would have a way to achieve this.

After all, legends say that the Buddhist sect possesses all kinds of miraculous methods.

“If you want to contact the secular world, there naturally is a way.” The Subduing Tiger Arhat took out two strands of Buddhist Beads with mysterious vortex patterns,

“These Buddhist Beads are the Divine Artifact of our Buddha, able to communicate across thousands of miles, with various capabilities such as divination, calculation, and recording… even from afar, they can connect.”

This was obviously Qin Hong using the snail shells of the mechanical snail tribe, employing demon refining techniques to transform the Buddhist Beads.

Ziniang handed a strand of the Buddhist Beads to Brother Wang.

Ziying took the Buddhist Bead, and his Spiritual Power surged into this personal computer. He instantly felt like he discovered a new continent, “Is this?? Is this a Magical Artifact of the Buddhist path?”

He was shocked.

He had seen personal computers from the Austria Kingdom.

Thinking about it now, it’s likely that the Austria Kingdom studied ancient relics, acquired knowledge of Magical Artifacts, and invented such a high-tech means, like computers.

Named technology, but essentially a Magical Artifact.

The Austria Kingdom, truly shameful.

“We’ll part ways here,” Ziniang pondered for a moment, then said.

“Welcome back, our Buddha!”

At this moment, several Buddhas beside them shouted.

And in the distance, the strongest single-soldier trump card of the Austria Dynasty was almost defeated, covered in blood, incapable of moving.

Yet, before losing consciousness, Pierce pressed the radio under his ear, shouting, “Let Yuri retreat! Turn off the Spirit Control Tower, the enemy is too terrifying, even with the Spirit Control Unit, they can’t win!!”

The Subduing Tiger Arhat kicked him, frowning, “It seems there are some weird trump card methods, perhaps some special forces, but if even his strongest single-soldier has died, sending more small fry is just sending them to death… his call for retreat is a wise choice.”

The True Immortals of the Buddhist realm couldn’t be bothered to chase after them.

After all, what do mortal countries’ wars have to do with them?

As for Yuri’s troops, no concern was given.

“Welcome back, our Buddha!” The Subduing Tiger Arhat pointed to the sky with one hand.

Boom!

Suddenly, tens of thousands of lotus platforms descended from various parts of the sky, writhing.

Quickly, they turned into a transparent crystal lotus platform, continuously expanding with the wind, transforming into a two-meter-wide Buddha seat.

“Buddha, please have a seat!”

The princess watched with brilliant eyes; in this world, there really was Immortal Technique, and in a blink, it became so large….

She sat on the lotus platform.

In the sky, thousands of monks flew around, shedding golden divine light.

And from all directions, over a hundred Buddha-level True Immortals escorted.

The sky was filled with brilliant golden light. The immense aura and majesty of the Immortal Gods enveloped the princess, surrounding her, making her appear incredibly sacred, as if a True Immortal had descended.

Departing just like this!

“The mythical world, how radiant and fascinating!”

Ziying’s gaze burned with passion, full of longing, touching the Buddhist Beads in his hand, watching the departing farewell procession on the street, feeling the bizarre and fantastic, “What was nearly a certain death crisis, yet unexpectedly, my sister hid so deeply, saved me, and transformed into the Buddha, leaving enveloped in countless divine lights.”

On the street, everyone watched the Buddha leave.

Song Qing stood dumbfounded, quietly whispering to Li Jihao beside him, “Is this the great person you were talking about? No wonder they said even the current Lord wasn’t a big figure… it turns out to be the Buddha!! The contemporary princess is actually the Buddha reincarnated!”

Li Jihao’s mind was also blank.

But he was more receptive than others, after all, being a person who had seen the Celestial Emperor and experienced two lifetimes in Shushan Land. He honestly said, “The great person I mentioned was not… the princess is indeed the reincarnated form of the Buddha.”

“What??”

Song Qing was shocked into silence on the spot, stunned!

He had only just barely come to terms with accepting this terrifying truth, but now, to hear that the present Tathagata reincarnation wasn’t even considered a major figure?

“What kind of person is considered a major figure?” Song Qing couldn’t help but ask.

Li Jihao thought carefully, “The one I speak of as a major figure is no higher than this one, but seemed to… surpass by a margin.”

After all, the Celestial Emperor and Buddha hold equal status.

But indeed, at the moment, it feels slightly above, because the Buddha is the reincarnated form, not the true body returning, losing his Mana, naturally incomparable to the strongest current Celestial Emperor.

“What kind of figure? Even higher by a margin?”

Song Qing couldn’t believe his ears, truly unbelievable!

“The real major figure hasn’t appeared yet? Quick, quick, quick!”

Song Qing became eager, his gaze ablaze with excitement, exclaiming, “Damn it, stop hiding secrets, aren’t we brothers? Hurry, tell me! The major figure from the myths, Immortal Gods, with status even higher than the Buddha? When will they appear!!”

Li Jihao was speechless, scratching his head and said, “I hope that existence never appears, otherwise, things will get tricky. If it forces that presence to take action, then Buddha’s return would be endangered, and even Du Guan Town’s shamans like us might get affected, nine out of ten could die.”

Song Qing felt like kicking this bastard to death!

Damn riddles!

Li Jihao stayed earnest, “Such a presence, it’s inappropriate to inform mortals, to avoid angering that existence.”

“Get me my big knife, I’ll chop you up!” Song Qing cursed.

However, things seemed to be heading in the worst direction in Li Jihao’s mind.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky.

Everyone in Du Guan Town looked up at the sky in a daze.

The once clear skies were rapidly gathering a mass of dark clouds.

“What is that!?” someone shouted.

In the canteen, Baiyu and the loudspeaker were both shocked, looking at the clouds gathering outside.

Only Fu Qingjun continued to eat his meal unperturbed, remaining calm as if the sky collapsing didn’t bother him.

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