Section 118

And now... it was finally time to contend for the world!

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“Dao Sect, Buddhism... These two great Sects suppress the Luck of the nation. I wonder which one you will choose...”

Hongwu Emperor looked towards the sky and murmured in a low voice.

Western Buddha Country.

Two monks, one large and one small, stepped out.

Wherever they passed, Sanskrit sounds were faint, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground.

“Junior Martial Uncle, are you taking me to seek destiny?” the young novice monk asked.

The old monk beside him clasped his hands together.

“Yes and no...”

“The Luck Divine Beast has appeared. My Buddha is merciful and should suppress the Luck of a nation to prevent the people from suffering...”

“As for the destiny you seek... it should be undergoing tribulation in the Northern Desolate...”

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Eastern Dao Sect.

The disheveled Daoist, who called himself the Book-Flipping Person, turned over.

“Go, go, find your own path...”

“Don't think about suppressing Luck. What you need to do is assist that one, that's all...”

“Yes!” a young Daoist in white robes nodded in agreement.

Then he turned and left.

It wasn't until he left that the Book-Flipping Person sat up, his gaze becoming somewhat profound.

“Little Fuzi, whether your fate can be changed depends on this time...”

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Su Zheng absorbed the boundless Emperor Qi, and his cultivation instantly surged.

A great Palm Moon slowly rose within him, followed by a second, then a third.

His cultivation was increasing at an extremely fast rate.

After the Fengshan Sacrifice on Mount Tai, he could walk freely.

In a single thought, he returned to the ground.

Looking at the thousands of subjects who had submitted, Su Zheng's face showed neither joy nor sorrow.

“It's a pity... Clan Chief Su Zhou did not come to observe the ceremony...”

Su Zheng felt a slight regret in his heart. He had wanted to personally go to Lingxiao Blessed Land to invite the Clan Chief to observe the ceremony.

But it happened that the Clan Chief was not there, and he did not get to see him.

He owed everything he had today to the Clan Chief. Now, with the Clan Chief absent, even though he was an Emperor, he felt inexplicably lost.

It was like a child who had finally achieved something, but couldn't show off to an elder.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was the Emperor of Great Qin. In the eyes of those terrifying existences, he was the variable that tore open the nation's Luck.

Only in front of Su Zhou was he just an ordinary descendant of the Su Family.

“Henceforth, throughout the world, except for those who have committed heinous crimes, the rest shall be granted a general amnesty for three years, the common people shall be exempt from taxes for three years, and merchants may travel freely throughout the world.

Those with military merits may become officials in the court. Great Qin does not look at background, does not look at origin, only at ability!”

Su Zheng said in a clear voice.

“Long live our wise Emperor!! Long live our Emperor!! Long live!! Long, long live!!”

The officials, the common people, and the vast army roared in submission!!

Su Zheng nodded slightly.

Just as he was about to return to the capital.

He heard a compassionate voice slowly sound.

“amitabha...”

“Your Majesty, there is one more thing you have forgotten to do.”

“How can a nation be without a national religion to suppress its Luck? My Western Buddha Country, with its boundless compassion, is willing to assist Your Majesty in suppressing the nation's Luck!”

As he spoke, golden lotuses fell.

Two figures, one small and one large, slowly walked from the horizon.

Wherever they passed, golden lotuses of Karma supported their feet.

They looked down at the Emperor, with not a trace of respect in their eyes, as if looking at an instrument that carried the nation's Luck.

“Hmph! Great Master, I apologize, but my nation does not need a national religion to suppress its Qi!”

Su Zheng's expression was cold.

“Oh? No need for a national religion, Your Majesty, would you like to reconsider...”

The old monk clasped his hands together, and three great suns appeared behind him, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

A King Sealing Expert, all living beings submitted, but the Emperor did not retreat, still looking down proudly...

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Chapter 89: Annihilating Buddhism! From now on, I am the First Emperor! The ancestor of all Emperors!

Three great suns slowly rose behind the old monk, and golden power continuously spread outwards.

This power was not merely Dharma, nor merely Dao, but a spiritual salvation.

Unbeknownst to them, it could instantly lead those with unstable Divine Souls into the empty gate.

“Your Majesty, weapons of war are inauspicious tools, which Saints use only when they have no other choice!”

“I see that Your Majesty's brows are like fire, and your eyes hold a fierce light.

You are surely an Emperor who will conquer the world. If that is truly the case, the world will be restless, and all beings will suffer...”

The old monk said, a hint of compassion on his face.

“This poor monk is willing to serve as atown, suppressing the nation's Luck and saving the world from this undeserved calamity...”

“I wonder, what is Your Majesty's intention!!”

As the old monk's voice fell, in an instant, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, Sanskrit sounds descended from the heavens, and the surroundings were completely dyed in a golden hue, with bursts of sandalwood fragrance appearing.

Many civil officials with slightly weaker willpower showed signs of struggle in their eyes.

Ministers with even weaker cultivation involuntarily clasped their hands together.

“Hmph!! Great Master! My Great Qin Empire does not need a national religion, my words!!”

“Great Master! Do you not understand?!!”

Su Zheng snorted coldly.

In an instant, boundless national Luck transformed into a dark Ancestral Dragon, coiling behind him.

It protected all the ministers within its embrace.

Under the suppression of the national Luck, they were finally rescued from that state where they were almost converted.

If Su Zheng had not acted, it was likely that in a short while, they would have been purified of all worldly desires by the Buddha's light, and each of them would have become a Disciple of Buddhism.

This was the most terrifying aspect of the Western Buddha Country.

Ordinary Cultivators fight for life and death, where victory and defeat are merely life and death. However, the methods of these monks will make you suppress your mind and nature, enter the empty gate, and become a member of Buddhism.

Your true nature is still there, and your Divine Soul still observes itself, but you cannot control your own actions.

You can only watch yourself become a monk who speaks of compassion.

No different from a Puppet, even more tragic than a Puppet!!

“Your Majesty, you are too attached. Even among the four great Divine Nations, two are suppressed by my Buddhism. Why must Your Majesty be so stubborn...”

The old monk shook his head helplessly.

“Great Master! I don't want to say any more nonsense!”

“Retreat!!”

Su Zheng's black eyes were deep, his imperial robes billowed without wind, and the Luck Ancestral Dragon carried him soaring into the sky.

With Palm Moon cultivation, facing an Obscuring the Sun expert, his Aura was indeed not weak in the slightest.

Cultivating with the nation, performing the Fengshan Sacrifice on Mount Tai, his Emperor Qi and his national Luck had already reached an extremely terrifying level.

Within the Great Qin Empire, he was the Emperor, and he was the Law!!