Below hell, there is a place that very few people know about. Only the sect masters or Heavenly realm powerhouses of each generation of the Four Great Sects are aware of it.
Yet, who would have thought that precisely at this moment, the Blissful Buddhist Sect would provoke Li Xiaotian and incur his wrath.
The Glazed Bodhisattva's brows furrowed deeply. The Blissful Buddhist Sect could not afford to have any mishaps. If the Demon Suppressing Array were to break, allowing the terrifying entities within to escape, then all would truly be lost.
"The Blissful Buddhist Son is utterly foolish!"
The Glazed Bodhisattva could not help but curse aloud on the spot. If he were not a Buddhist cultivator, his curses would likely have been even more unpleasant.
The Blissful Buddhist Son, for his own selfish reasons, had plunged the entire Buddha State into an extremely passive situation. It was no wonder people were angry!
The surrounding powerhouses from various factions of the Buddha State maintained calm expressions, as if they hadn't heard the Glazed Bodhisattva's outburst.
In reality, they were unaware of the true situation. Had they known, they would likely be even more distraught than the Glazed Bodhisattva right now.
"Bodhisattva, this humble monk will return to the Buddhist gates at once to report this matter to Ananda Bodhisattva, hoping that everything can still be rectified."
A San spoke. He was also aware of the affairs concerning hell, and only after calming down did he realize the gravity of the situation.
He could not resolve this matter, nor could one or two more overlords.
Li Xiaotian's mind was made up, and no one could stop him. He was certain to engage the Blissful Buddhist Sect in battle.
Therefore, it was necessary to invite the current supreme expert of the Buddha State, Ananda Bodhisattva, to intervene.
As for the outcome, he no longer wished to consider it. Even if Ananda Bodhisattva were to show favoritism towards the Blissful Buddhist Sect, there would be nothing that could be done, for as long as the Demon Suppressing Array remained intact in the end, the outcome would be considered good.
"Go, I will head to the Blissful Buddhist Sect first to see if I can rescue Li Xiaotian's wife and daughter."
The Glazed Bodhisattva said. With the situation having escalated this far, he could only take things one step at a time.
Concurrently, in the western region of the Buddha State, on a vast, continuous snow-capped mountain range, stood a magnificent palace that seemed to touch the heavens.
Rosy clouds drifted around the palace, and bursts of low yet solemn chanting occasionally resounded through the heavens and earth.
This was the Blissful Buddhist Sect, one of the Four Great Buddhist Sects. It housed countless powerful cultivators, but the most prominent among them was the current sect master, the Desirous Bodhisattva.
He was the foremost figure of his generation, having suppressed the Buddhist Sons of the Buddhist gates and obtained the True Buddhist Scriptures—a legendary individual.
He had gained fame later than the Glazed Bodhisattva, and could even be considered the youngest among the overlord-level powerhouses currently in the Buddha State.
However, he was also the strongest among the overlord-level powerhouses!
In ancient times, the Glazed Bodhisattva had voluntarily sealed his cultivation to protect the Medicine Buddha Sect and had not pursued further breakthroughs.
But this one was different. He had risen in the very end of ancient times, and the heavens were no longer sufficient to support his breakthrough to the Heavenly realm, which was why he had not advanced.
At this moment, within the Blissful Buddhist Sect, in the highest point, a palace atop the peak of the snow-capped mountain, a voice emanated.
"Jalithon, come see me!"
The voice, issuing from the palace, echoed throughout the entire snow-capped mountain. All the monks in the Blissful Buddhist Sect instinctively looked up towards the palace.
Was the Bodhisattva angered? Otherwise, why would he summon the Buddhist Son so ostentatiously and even address him by his true name?
Jalithon was the Blissful Buddhist Son's real name. After he became the sect's Buddhist Son, "Blissful Buddhist Son" became his title, and everyone in the sect addressed him as such. As for the name Jalithon, it had long been unused.
At this very moment, the Blissful Buddhist Son and his retinue had just returned to the foot of the snow-capped mountain. Before they could even enter the sect, they heard this summons.
The Blissful Buddhist Son's expression turned somewhat grim. He cast a fierce glance at Ye Qingmei and Long Shiwu, who were sealed behind him, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Seal their cultivation and confine them to the Underground Prison!"
The Blissful Buddhist Son commanded, then flew towards the peak of the snow-capped mountain. He had originally intended to torment Ye Qingmei and the others thoroughly, but who could have foreseen the Bodhisattva's summons, which he could not ignore.
"Yes! Buddhist Son!"
Those present responded, but their hearts could not help but tremble. They instinctively glanced at Ye Qingmei and the others, their eyes filled with pity.
The Underground Prison, the forbidden area of the Buddhist Sect, was located in the deepest part of the snow-capped mountain.
There, a terrifying demonic wind from the depths of the earth continuously eroded flesh and bone, and corroded the soul.
Ordinary individuals could not survive there for even a second, turning to dust in an instant. Even cultivators at the Emperor realm could only endure for half a day at a time.
At this moment, the Blissful Buddhist Son ordering them to seal Ye Qingmei and the others' cultivation and confine them to the Underground Prison was tantamount to sentencing them to death.
However, despite their pity, they still followed the Blissful Buddhist Son's orders, sealing the cultivation of Ye Qingmei and the others, even Tian Tian was no exception.
"To lay hands on a child like that, you monks are truly capable. They say monks do not kill, hehe, it seems the Buddhist precepts are of no use to your Blissful Buddhist Sect!"
Long Shiwu gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred. He had personally witnessed the monks casually swatting to death his brothers from the Dragon King Hall, and these people before him were, in his eyes, beasts disguised in monk's robes.
Hearing Long Shiwu's words, the members of the Blissful Buddhist Sect present exchanged glances. At that time, they were only focused on completing their mission, so they had acted with a bit too much force. By the time they realized it, it was already too late.
"Amitabha, benefactor, cease your nonsensical rambling. We are merely sending those lowly beings to the blissful world; we have not taken any lives. It is their honor!"
A monk spoke, his aura powerful; he was a peak Emperor realm expert. Seeing that his words had unsettled some of the people present, he quickly retorted.
"Go to hell, you bald donkey! Come here and let me kill you, send you to the blissful world, and see if you're willing!"
Long Shiwu's eyes were red, and he cursed furiously, his expression contorted with rage, regretting only his insufficient strength to kill these people.
The disciples of the Blissful Buddhist Sect all frowned slightly upon hearing this, casting cold glances at Long Shiwu.
"Heh heh, forget it. They are but people on the verge of death. Esteemed ones, there is no need to bother with him."
The monk who had spoken earlier chuckled and said. He then pointed to a few individuals and instructed them to escort Long Shiwu and the others to the Underground Prison.
Meanwhile, atop the snow-capped mountain, within the ice-sculpted palace, the Blissful Buddhist Son had barely entered the hall when a terrifying pressure surged towards him.
Boom!
Instantly, the Blissful Buddhist Son's face turned red, and he was wracked with unbearable pain, falling to his knees.
There was only one person in the palace. He had long hair, his upper body was bare, and the other half was draped in a snow-white kasaya. His appearance was alluring; he was the Desirous Bodhisattva.
"Master!!!"
The Blissful Buddhist Son roared, his face filled with a sense of grievance.
"Fool, look at the mess you've made!"
The Desirous Bodhisattva's eyes were filled with disdain. He paid no mind as the Blissful Buddhist Son's body, oppressed by his aura, began to bleed.
"Do you dare to disobey my words? Who told you to capture those people? Do you know what you have done?!"
The Desirous Bodhisattva spoke with a chilling tone, his aura growing stronger and stronger.
The Blissful Buddhist Son below endured increasing torment; his bones were cracking, blood continuously spurted from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with terror.
"Master! Spare me!!!"
The Blissful Buddhist Son struggled to speak, feeling the Desirous Bodhisattva's fury, his heart filled with extreme fear.