Chapter 1202: Chapter 731: The Extreme Madness of the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Bodhisattva_2

“You must not harbor discontent any longer. You must earnestly fulfill the tribulation, and only when the duty is completed can you share in the heavenly merits.”

The Seven Treasures Bodhisattva put away the smile, and his eyes were filled with the majesty of a Bodhisattva.

And after Shen Yi appeared, ripples finally emerged on the silent Great Marsh, as if something gigantic was about to break through the water, causing the large lotus leaves to sway slightly.

In an instant, a mountain of flesh that blocked the sky and sun suddenly swept out, landing heavily on the lotus leaves.

The Great Marsh raised tidal waves ten thousand feet high, cleansing the stacked indigo-blue skin.

This mountain of flesh sat cross-legged, head lowered high as the clouds, gazing at everyone.

The numerous demons staggered and quickly knelt on the lotus leaves: “We greet the Southern Emperor!”

Only a few venerables were able to maintain the stability of their bodies.

Even the Golden Toad couldn’t help but squint slightly, a hint of apprehension flashing across his face when he saw the massive mountain of flesh.

Long before the establishment of the Divine Dynasty, this Great Demon had already made a name for itself throughout the Southern Continent. Whether due to a cautious personality or being bestowed with luck, it had suffered countless setbacks throughout its life, never earning an invincible reputation, even being driven to the barbaric wilderness, yet it veritably survived to this day.

This is the Southern Emperor, a giant at the pinnacle of the Ninety-nine Changes!

At this moment, the Southern Emperor’s gaze swept over everyone, pausing briefly on three individuals.

Among them, the Golden Toad Bodhisattva, because of his master.

The Seven Treasures Bodhisattva, because of his boundary.

Finally, the Southern Emperor gazed at Shen Yi, because of the sharpness revealed on this young man.

If Southern Sumeru wished to break through the Great Southern Continent, undoubtedly the sharp blade needed would be the person before him.

“This seat greets all the venerables.”

After a brief silence, the Southern Emperor still used respectful language, even though collectively these people were not enough trouble for him, but behind this group of monks stood the Bodhi Sect, one of the Three Religions which supported this heaven and earth!

“The Southern Emperor is too courteous.”

The Seven Treasures Bodhisattva glanced upward.

After a short exchange between these two leading figures.

The Southern Emperor remained silent for a long time, finally revealing a hint of a smile: “The Great Sect is extremely sincere. How could this seat decline… It will not let down the Great Freedom Bodhisattva’s entrustment.”

As a member of the Demon Race, who fled to the barbaric wilderness, the purpose of this return was very simple.

It was to seize the opportunity amidst the chaos of this world, seeking the breakthrough they’ve long awaited.

Unlike the Three Religions, the Demon Race, under the Human Emperor’s watchful eye, didn’t even have the qualifications to beg for the Emperor’s Aura, let alone establish evil shrines.

To grab a share, they could only rely on this bloodthirsty mouth to devour.

But surviving to this day, the Southern Emperor was by no means a fool led by the nose. From the moment he returned until now, he hadn’t let the three Great Demon Venerables take action, clearly showing that relying on an empty promise was absolutely not enough to make him take risks.

Initially thinking that the Three Religions were acting against the Divine Dynasty, and they were just here for easy pickings.

It was only upon arrival that they realized the three Great Demons had to directly withstand the pressure from the Divine Dynasty, something so thankless, the Southern Emperor naturally would not agree to it.

This was why he decisively severed ties with the Bodhi Sect after the Songfeng Prefecture incident.

But now, the Southern Emperor saw a different intention in the eyes of the Five Directions Bodhisattva.

For the Demon Race, there was an unavoidable concern; the so-called “after the cunning hare is dead, the hunting dog is boiled; when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away.”

After truly destroying the Divine Dynasty’s foundation, would the Three Religions, to appease the people’s grievances, really let this group of demons leave?

If unwilling.

Then even if he manages to break through the Second Rank during the tribulation, what significance would it hold, for there exist True Buddhas in Southern Sumeru.

But now the situation was different.

The Southern Emperor quietly scanned over those demon venerables that were just rescued, these were the ready “hunting dogs.”

After breaking the Great Southern Continent, with them calming the people’s anger, they would gain the opportunity to extricate themselves.

This was the unspoken truth of the Five Directions Bodhisattva’s intentions.

“Since everyone thinks highly of this seat, let’s stay at the Seven Saint Marsh to discuss major events.”

As the Southern Emperor’s words fell, the matter was thoroughly settled.

The three Great Demons suddenly gained the assistance of five Third Grade Great Demons, making it incredibly easy to intend to break through the Southern Continent.

“Do any of the venerables have any specific instructions?”

Having accepted the five Demon Venerables, the Southern Emperor turned back to look at the members of the Bodhi Sect.

Even with a great sect as their backing, under the gaze of this terrifying creature, not even the Arhats, let alone the few venerables, dared to speak.

Even the most proud, the Golden Toad, understood the reasoning of being under someone else’s roof.

After all, this was the Seven Saint Marsh, posturing must have its limits, truly displeasing the Southern Emperor would only end up disgraceful.

Furthermore, the Southern Emperor was not particularly focused on them, but rather on the young man brimming with sharpness.

Even while serving the Bodhi Sect, priority had to be established.

This point the Southern Emperor held in high regard, for he would not wish, upon actual action, this group of people to treat him as a subordinate, ordering at will, with no autonomy whatsoever.

Things can be done, but it must be under his command.

The courtesy before force was a means to suppress the spirit of this group.

The Golden Toad Bodhisattva had the future Buddha as a massive backing, the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva was scheming, and the rest of the venerables were not worth mentioning.

Therefore, the fierce and imposing Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Bodhisattva became the Southern Emperor’s best target.

As long as the opponent retreated, things would be essentially settled.

Facing this towering indigo-blue mountain of flesh, Shen Yi stood with hands by his side, his gaze calm, his voice not loud but clearly heard by everyone: “No commands necessary.”

He turned around, and from his sleeve, a lotus leaf leapt out, gathering into a lotus platform beneath him: “This venerable does not have the habit of minding these petty matters, I only look at results.”

“If it turns out like the affair at Songfeng Prefecture again…”

The young man slightly turned his head, revealing only a clean side profile, those dark eyes devoid of any emotion, yet inexplicably giving off a chilling bone-deep feeling.

“I will be very disappointed.”

He didn’t use words to threaten, yet the demons felt their bodies stiffen, as if their hearts were about to burst.

The opponent’s fearsome reputation was long since unnecessary to elaborate.

Perhaps his previous mild demeanor toward the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva made people forget his imposing presence when he appeared, until now, the venerables and arhats suddenly remembered the humble appearance of those two Dragon Demons.

The Dragon Subduing and Tiger Suppressing Bodhisattva, in the Three-Three Realm, dared to take such a lofty stance against the Southern Emperor at the pinnacle of the Ninety-nine Changes.

This was more than simple arrogance; it carried a touch of madness.

The Golden Toad opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

The Great Freedom Pure World Bodhisattva thought himself too conspicuous in a kasaya, unfit for action, really should let him see this one, who indeed didn’t wear a kasaya yet was more arrogant than sitting atop a lotus platform.

The rest of the venerables were silent, exchanging glances.

Suddenly remembering, this young man, considered like a son by the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, had perished in the Divine Dynasty.

The others were in it for opportunities even while entering tribulations, still cherishing life… But this one was different.

“…”

Evidently, the Southern Emperor hadn’t expected this one to be so firm.

He stared at that small and thin silhouette, a long silence, finally using a deep voice: “Please, venerable, rest assured, this seat will surely do its utmost.”

As these words fell, everyone was momentarily shocked, then came back to their senses.

The reasoning seemed simple, for although the Southern Emperor’s boundary was profound, how could he dare show disrespect toward the Bodhi Sect?

It’s easy to say, but when truly facing such a frightening creature, how many could remain calm?

“That’s for the best.”

Shen Yi calmly withdrew his gaze, decisively transforming into a stream of light and shooting toward the horizon.

The remaining venerables and arhats, with varied expressions, quickly summoned their lotus platforms with auspicious clouds, scattering in all directions.

On the vast boundless lotus leaves.

The demons, barely daring to breathe, knelt on the ground, worshipping the indigo-blue mountain of flesh.

The Southern Emperor quietly observed the empty sky.

Due to its immense height, no one could see the hint of sullen anger in its eyes.

As early as many years ago, it understood, in this world, strength was indeed important, but without surpassing the current level, identity and status were equally significant.

Just like now, as powerful as it was, it had to be forced to bow to a junior.

But… Who could predict what the future holds.

That youngster would eventually understand the proverb “the tree that stands out in the forest is destroyed by the wind.”

“Ha, Bodhisattva.”

The Southern Emperor slowly submerged in the water; this return journey, should it not sit atop the Buddha Lotus or become a ruler over a domain, would be in vain.

When that day comes, one as hubristic as this one would obediently kneel beneath him, listening to his teachings.