Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

But fearing death is actually a good thing.

Precisely because we know we will eventually die, we can muster enough courage. If one were truly undying and undying, wouldn't their thoughts be vastly different from before?

The Human Emperor wasn't too sure, as he never experienced that taste.

What he did know was that the important thing wasn't himself. Without this Human Emperor, there would still be another, and the great power he possessed didn't come from his own cultivation, but merely from the faith of all beings under heaven.

What truly cannot be replaced is this pool of Emperor's Aura.

As long as the Emperor's Aura remains, the chance of victory remains.

It's not scary to lose a gamble once, what's scary is being unable to control one's emotions anymore, and using the victory stored by the people in his hands to arbitrarily vent personal grievances.

He certainly could choose transcendence, leap out of this deep pool, slay Lin Shuya, suppress the entire Divine Dynasty, and force those Immortals who dared disrespect him to kneel and call him sovereign, just as they revere Yuqing and the Present Buddha.

Then what… after letting out this anger, what?

The Emperor's Aura, amassed by generations of people, would be gone! Immortals and Buddhas would still exist in the Four Continents, continuing to exploit the people, boil the frog in warm water, for lifetimes upon lifetimes, until the cycle of the Red Dust is preserved. This is something one can foresee at a glance.

And an already transcended self, by then, on which side would he stand… even if he were in the Human World, could he rival the other two transcended ones, or lead a group of ordinary people to fight against the countless Immortals and Buddhas of the two sects?

The Human Emperor pondered for a long time and still went unanswered.

Hence, he chose to pass this question to Shen Yi, at least this young man had already demonstrated through his actions that he was stronger than himself.

Tap tap… tap tap…

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet courtyard.

The man finally took a wild gulp of wine, wiping his corner of the mouth.

Two sides of humanity.

He was fortunate to leave the cowardly side to Shen Yi, and the last dignity of a human emperor to these Immortals and Buddhas.

The Human Emperor's eyes became clear, and that cold sternness and authority returned to his face.

He used the wine to blush his cheeks to cover the original morbid pallor.

Extracting all his blood was a painful thing, but compared to this pain, what worried him more was his anomaly being discovered by Immortals and Buddhas, causing the two sects to become wary again.

The remnants of Emperor's Aura left on him weren't much, he must use them cautiously to perform the final grand play.

"Is the Emperor waiting for us?"

Six figures leisurely strolled into the wine pool from the various pathways.

Compared to their feigned movements, the wariness in their eyes better represented the thoughts within their hearts.

Led by two True Buddhas, Joyful and Medicine King, three Sumeru Mountains, six Guardian True Buddhas gathered in this small courtyard, enough to be overwhelming even against an Emperor.

Still, these True Buddhas were cautious, not daring to be careless.

The news from Joyful True Buddha was truly shocking, this world's Sovereign had already amassed enough Emperor's Aura for transcendence, no wonder he dared harbor such rebellious thoughts!

Several True Buddhas came today, it can be said not to enforce heaven's way, but to force this person to use this Emperor's Aura.

Among the Three Pure Ones and Six Emperors, one was conventionally excluded by the two sects and viewed as an anomaly.

The reason being this Emperor's lifespans were ephemeral, and despite having great power, he couldn't perceive the world as the other Emperors do.

If, however, the other could also achieve undying and undying, then there would be no need to worry.

All it would take is to add another statue beside the Sect Hierarch statue on the altar, and the two sects wouldn't need to go out of their way to assimilate the other because, through the long baptism of time, this transcended giant would eventually stand where he always belonged.

"I am no Emperor."

The man didn't turn around but rested calmly in the wine pool.

"When things can't be done, turning back is the shore." Six True Buddhas raised their palms to their hearts, once again counseling.

In return, they received only a cold laugh, the man leisurely stretched his arms and said, "I am not one who can't afford to lose, why waste words, besides, if I were to turn back today, I fear you might not leave the Divine Dynasty intact."

"Delusional words!"

Joyful True Buddha's eyelid twitched fiercely.

Transcendence takes time, and even though they couldn't harm the other during this process, leaving shouldn't be a big issue as long as preparations are made in advance.

He glanced around, the palms of the other True Buddhas clenched simultaneously, with a long stick emerging in each hand.

These were not Buddha Treasures, but Precepts Sticks, used for punishment.

To punish a worldly emperor by Buddhist precepts was indeed a great insult.

But their initial intention was to provoke this Human Emperor.

"With this stick, we strike you for being foolish and unprincipled!"

The round stick, wrapped in dense Buddha Light, fiercely struck the man's right shoulder, releasing Emperor's Aura faintly accompanied by dragon's roar.

The Human Emperor took the blow head-on without the slightest intention of retaliation.

"With this stick, we strike you for being tyrannical and cruel!" Medicine King Buddha followed closely, with the same stick striking the man's left shoulder.

"With this stick, we strike you for disturbing the heavenly order!"

With one shout after another, one charge after another, the six True Buddhas continuously struck, making the man's bare back flesh torn and bloodied, with Emperor's Aura thinning evermore.

"Huff…"

Joyful Buddha's palms trembled slightly as he stared directly at the figure by the wine pool.

Though battered by relentless strikes, that man still calmly leaned against the poolside, with the wine water beside him long befouled dark red, yet unable to elicit even one muffled groan from him.