Supreme Divine Book

Han Chen, who had escaped from the ancient Ancestor Crocodile's grasp, finally arrived at this pond under the 'guidance' of the Bodhisattva God Tree.    

    

This was an especially peculiar pond. On the left side, there was a golden-bright and dazzling holy Buddha lotus, while on the right side, there was a cluster of devilish qi surrounding a demonic lotus.    

    

The top treasure of the buddhist faith, 'Purifying Buddha Lotus', and the top treasure of the demon race, 'Void Demon Lotus', that had always been in Han Chen's body, suddenly appeared and blended with each other, transforming into a strange golden and black lotus throne.    

    

One side of the lotus seat was bright with golden light while the other was surrounded by black light. It floated in the middle of the lotus pond like a god.    

    

A rainbow bridge extended from the lotus throne, and Han Chen stepped forward without hesitation, stepping on the rainbow bridge and arriving on the god-like lotus throne.    

    

"This is the last place to come."    

    

Han Chen muttered softly, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was explaining to someone. Immediately after, Han Chen sat cross-legged in the middle position of the lotus throne, facing the left side towards the Buddha, and the right side near the Demon …    

    

Until now, when he reached this point, Han Chen's heart was still in a balanced state. In its eyes, Buddhism and Demonic Dao were the same. The buddhist arts were marvelous and impressive. And the morality of the devil also had its merits.    

    

Was it a profound buddhist art? Or was the Path of Demons closer to human nature?    

    

He believed that Han Chen would receive his answer.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

A light wave of energy undulations came from the air, and the lotus throne beneath Han Chen released a resplendent golden light and a dense black light. Two different colored lights lingered on Han Chen's left and right, as though fire god flames had sprung up, and enveloped him within.    

    

In the next moment, Han Chen felt a warm feeling and a cold feeling entering his body from inside to outside.    

    

These two different powers poured into his body, Han Chen did not feel any discomfort. On the contrary, all the meridians in his body had become much smoother.    

    

Han Chen closed his eyes as he meticulously comprehended the two strange powers.    

    

After an unknown period of time, Han Chen's consciousness became somewhat chaotic. Sometimes he was awake, sometimes he was blurry. It was as if he had come to a strange world, but what was this world? Where was it? He couldn't say it, nor could he feel it.    

    

It was ethereal, hazy, and like a dream.    

    

Abruptly, a clear voice sounded in Han Chen's ears.    

    

Han Chen listened intently. This was the chanting of sutras that came from the Sacred Grounds of the buddhist faith.    

    

The sound entered his ears, resounding and melodious. It was as if countless powerful saints were chanting at the same time, causing one's mind to become abnormally peaceful.    

    

"Rumble!"    

    

But just as Han Chen was engrossed in listening to the distant sutra, a violent burst of killing intent suddenly screamed out. Without any warning, the violent upheaval of the heavenly thunder immediately exploded in his ears.    

    

Immersed in the ancient scripture's chanting, Han Chen was suddenly awakened. The melodious and loud chanting of sutras became extremely chaotic. Peace, solemnity, calmness, and calmness all disappeared in an instant. What replaced it were waves of restlessness on the part of the blood in his body.    

    

Endless amounts of fiendish aura swept across the area, Han Chen's ears began to echo with the Gold Spear and Iron Horse.    

    

These were two very familiar feelings.    

    

Back then at the bottom of the Nine Hell River, Han Chen had also comprehended these two ultimate realms. However, what he felt this time around was much clearer than when he was at the bottom of the River Styx.    

    

Two different scenes continuously appeared in Han Chen's mind.    

    

It was a peaceful, peaceful world.    

    

It was a scene of war and war.    

    

The former was the descent of the Holy Light. The scriptures were shaken and the morning bell rang. Thousands upon thousands of buddhist holy monks clasped their hands together and began chanting the solemn and ancient scripture.    

    

The latter, on the other hand, was like a mountain of corpses and bones, with their blood converging into a river. The chaotic battle caused the Fiendgods to fight back. A monstrous and fiendish aura engulfed the heavens and earth. A rain of blood and gore filled the air.    

    

Han Chen would occasionally bathe in the Buddhist light and comprehend the three thousand buddhist arts.    

    

He was always intoxicated with the battle that was taking place everywhere. Amidst their laughter, the crowd felt as if they were being shaken again.    

    

While Han Chen received the peace of mind within the buddhist faith, at the same time as he calmed down and cultivated, he also did not reject the pleasurable grudges and grudges of the devil race, and was carefree and carefree.    

    

The state of mind he had at the bottom of the netherworld River had evolved once more.    

    

After an unknown period of time, it was hard to tell if it was a dream or reality.    

    

Han Chen's vision gradually became clear, and what appeared in front of him was a field of blossoming lotuses. The golden buddhist lotus on the left and the black lotus on the right. The lotus flower bud had completely bloomed at this moment.    

    

One was as pure and holy as the divine multicolored light, while the other was as beautiful as a demonic mist!    

    

Such a shocking scene was constantly affecting Han Chen's vision.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

All of a sudden, the surrounding space gave rise to a strange wave of energy fluctuations.    

    

Under Han Chen's calm and wise gaze, the golden lotus on the left surged with a divine light. Endless amounts of light condensed together and slowly revealed a grand figure.    

    

In the air above the black lotus, a torrential demonic energy was also being gathered. Within the demonic aura, another figure with an extraordinary demeanor also appeared.    

    

Above the golden lotus was an old monk with a compassionate expression, wearing a monastic robe. The old monk's face was benevolent and kind; his eyebrows and beard had already turned white. Golden light shrouded his body, just like the legendary Buddha.    

    

However, in the air above the black lotus, appeared a man wearing a dark golden robe.    

    

The man appeared to be around forty years old. He was handsome, handsome, and had an imposing air to him. Between his sharp eyebrows, he emitted the aura of an emperor.    

    

Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage, Seven Nights Saint Ruler    

    

The second time he "met" the two Saints, Han Chen's mood was much calmer than before.    

    

The figures of the two Saints appeared to be illusory and transparent. Golden Lotus and Black Lotus were seated below them. The two of them sat facing each other with Han Chen in between them. The auras being emitted from their bodies were abnormally dense, giving off the feeling of two mountain peaks in the world, an insurmountable existence.    

    

"Amitabha, Benefactor of the Saint Ruler." You and I have been at loggerheads for thousands of years. "Even today, if benefactor Saint Ruler is still unwilling to allow this matter to end, can it be that he will eliminate the source of evil?"    

    

Sage Sage Sage Sage Melancholic Monk clasped his hands together and a deep voice came out of his mouth.    

    

The Seven Nights Saint Ruler smiled, but it was a modestly and courteously smile, "Honorable Saint Monk, from the very beginning, people are inherently evil. Since evil is the nature of man, why would it be necessary to cut off the source of evil? "    

    

"Amitabha, benefactor Saint Ruler's words are wrong!" Man is born with good and evil. The doer of good, the seed of good, the fruit of good. For the wicked, bury the evil cause and eat the evil fruit. "Good and evil will be rewarded. I hope that benefactor Saint Ruler will listen to my words."    

    

"Ha ha!" Seven Nights Saint Ruler gave a calm smile, giving off the vibe of an emperor. He raised his hand slightly and said, "The doer of good will sow good cause and bear good fruit." Then, I will take the example of the Holy Monk. But in the end, it ended up with the Fallen God's Inferno. How could this be a good result? "    

    

"The karmic retribution was originally empty, but it still needs to be repaid. This is also the result of me being reincarnated from the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The cycle of karma, the reprisal of one's unhappiness. This is the calamity of this poor monk's life. "    

    

Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage replied calmly.    

    

"In this case, the present difficulty of the Holy Monk is due to the debt that he was unable to repay in his previous life. So you will continue to repay it in this life? "    

    

"Amitabha, the Saint Ruler's perception is extremely high. "I am relieved."    

    

"Hahahaha!" The Holy Monk misunderstood. " "Seven Nights Saint Ruler waved his hand and a faint amount of disdain surged out from between his brows. Rights, greed, selfishness, jealousy, resentment, infatuation, these were all the most fundamental desires of mankind. These were also the most fascinating aspects of human nature. If I were to ask, without these things, what is the point of people living in this world? "    

    

Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage Sage shook his head, "Reputation makes wealth. All good and evil are useless. "    

    

Compared to the Dao Techniques he had "witnessed" at the bottom of the Nine Nether River, this was much more difficult.    

    

The current Han Chen could even more understand the spirit and will contained in these two saint's words.    

    

Han Chen was no longer as confused as last time. He had his own understanding and insight into the mysteries behind the words of the Melancholic Monk and the Seven Nights Saint Ruler. Both were right, but both might be wrong.    

    

In Han Chen's heart, he was already very clear about what his thoughts were.    

    

"It's time to put aside the grievances that have persisted for thousands of years. Who was right and who was wrong, why would he persist until now? In the boundless universe, everything was rolling in the dust. The Sacred Land of the Buddhist Sangha. "Right, right, right, right. It all depends on one's heart."    

    

Seemingly without any hesitation, Han Chen very calmly said these words that he was thinking in his heart.    

    

After he finished speaking, the entire world seemed to quiet down.    

    

Sage Sage Sage Song Xian and the Seven Nights Saint Ruler were silent. At this point, they all understood that no one had been able to determine who was the better one. They were not so much persuading each other as persuading each other. Rather than saying it was to convince Han Chen.    

    

The Purifying Buddha Lotus and the Void Demon Lotus were both in Han Chen's hands, but Han Chen neither stood by the Buddha's side nor approved of the Demon Dao's intentions.    

    

Or it could be said that Han Chen had accepted both sides, but what made him even more certain of this was still his own heart.    

    

"Buzz buzz!"    

    

After a long period of silence, the surrounding space around Han Chen stirred a wave of chaotic energy restlessness.    

    

The Saint Sage Melancholic Monk and the illusory body of the Seven Nights Saint Ruler started to emit strong rays of light.    

    

"Amitabha!" The Saint Sage's hands were clasped together as he softly let out the last chant.    

    

"Hahahaha, I am the most respected in the world!" Seven Nights Saint Ruler's imposing manner shook the heavens. His insolent laughter was like the overlapping tides of the ocean, exuding the aura of a monarch descending upon the world.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

The chaotic energy became even more intense. A pure and holy golden light shot up into the sky, and a strange black light engulfed the surroundings. At this moment, Han Chen was like a small boat in a hurricane, at the tip of the waves.    

    

In his ears, he heard the clear chanting of sutras and the murderous shriek of the Gold Steel Horse.    

    

Han Chen sat upright on the spot, firmly defending his heart and mind. His clear eyes, emitted a wise and farsighted luster.    

    

At this moment, the illusory figure of the Sage Herb Xian suddenly turned into a colourful lotus flower. And Seven Nights Saint Ruler's body had turned into a black lotus.    

    

Two lotus flowers, both flew toward Han Chen who was standing in the center.