# Chapter 1500: Besieging Mount Sumeru
Mount Sumeru was magnificent beyond measure, its peaks soaring into the vast cosmos, flowing with dense mist and radiant clouds, like an immortal celestial platform.
At the summit, temples sat in grandeur, their tiles flowing with a purple-gold luster as if cast from metal, a sacred and peaceful aura permeating the air.
Before the Great Thunderclap Monastery, an ancient Buddha towered into the high heavens, his massive figure suffocating to behold. The power of a Great Emperor radiated outward, an ocean-like wave of life energy surging violently.
All the saints knelt prostrate, their souls trembling. Faced with such fluctuations, they felt like ants gazing upon a divine dragon, deeply sensing their own insignificance and triviality.
"Amitabha Great Emperor!"
Everyone was stunned, frozen like clay statues or wooden carvings, waves of shock surging within their hearts. This was too astonishing!
Boundless Buddha light bloomed, illuminating all ten directions. Every wisp of aura terrified the world. The great Buddha was majestic, towering countless tens of thousands of zhang high.
Every pore of the golden Buddha body flowed with Buddha power, cascading down like waterfalls, flooding Mount Sumeru, turning the place into an ocean.
The Pure Land of Mount Sumeru became a sea of Buddhist Dharma. Great compassion, great virtue, great goodness—at this moment they surged through the nine heavens, making everyone unable to resist prostrating in worship, with the saints feeling this most deeply.
Upon the vast earth, this was a divine miracle!
The crowd passed through their initial trembling fear, gradually settling into peace. Some felt a desire to convert to Buddhism, to never leave Mount Sumeru, to distance themselves from the worldly clamor, and to accompany the ancient lamps and Buddhas forever.
A kind of compassion, a layer of Dharma principle, diffused outward, guiding people toward goodness and Buddhism, pouring enlightenment into their minds, wanting them to take refuge in the Three Treasures.
The supremely divine and sacred aura shook the eight wastelands. At this moment, billions of living beings across the entire Western Desert were awakened, gazing toward Mount Sumeru and kowtowing together.
The saints were shaken, the mighty ones knelt devoutly.
Those of profound cultivation were terrified, while the weaker ones could only admire and kowtow.
No one had expected that the peaceful and tranquil Mount Sumeru would witness so many great events today, each one worthy of being recorded in history.
"Is this real?" On Ye Fan's side, several imperial artifacts had long been joined together, everyone on high alert. Only under the defense of these imperial weapons could they avoid being infected by this atmosphere.
Even someone as fierce as the Barbarian and as wicked as Li Tian were dumbfounded, constantly blaming themselves for jinxing things—whatever they said came true, and this was extremely inauspicious.
The great Buddha's face was blurry, shrouded by chaotic mist, not very clear, but faintly visible to resemble the Amitabha Buddha statue enshrined in temples.
Other parts of the golden body were dazzling, every inch of skin terrifying. People suspected that with a casual movement, he could tear through the universe and cause a star domain to collapse.
This was an unparalleled momentum, pressing down so that all heavens through the ages rumbled and roared!
The river of time was reversed, and a Dao scripture sounded, thundering and deafening. An ancient Buddha from the distant past was preaching the Dharma, teaching the world, transmitting the path through the ages without cease.
Was this the obsession of a Great Emperor, or was he truly not dead? At this moment, not to mention others, even Ye Fan and the Divine Silkworm Princess had no confidence. This kind of upheaval was completely unpredictable.
Imperial artifacts, array patterns, faith power—all had been considered, but who could have imagined there would be a Great Emperor!
"Truly inauspicious. This morning I heard a flock of crows cawing, never thinking they'd summon a dead monk," the Dragon Horse muttered to itself, still stubbornly refusing to admit defeat even now.
Ye Fan and the others were silent, motionless. Whether to retreat or defend, there were truly few options left. If it were a true Emperor, they couldn't escape at all. In the distance, the saints were horrified, their hearts filled with fear, not knowing what to do. Many knelt prostrate. The living beings were devout, pressing their heads to the ground, willing to kneel for life.
This scene was very strange. Peaceful Buddha power flowed, brilliant light bloomed, and Mount Sumeru seemed deified, as if about to ascend together to the Immortal Realm, rays of auspicious light shooting out one after another.
However, after a long wait, the great Buddha did not move. He still stood there, releasing an ocean-like wave of life energy, compassionately saving the world.
"Eh, something's wrong!"
"He's like a statue, no reaction at all."
Old Immortal of the Thirteen Great Bandits, the Divine Silkworm Princess, and others all focused, releasing their original auras as if sensing something.
Ye Fan opened his Source Heaven Eyes to examine as well. The Divine Silkworm Daoist took a gulp of wine, squinting as he stared at the Buddha on Mount Sumeru without pause.
"Golden body Dharma manifestation, an instant imprint on the void of Mount Sumeru, not the true body!"
In the end, they reached this unanimous conclusion. This was not the true Amitabha Great Emperor. He had passed away over three hundred thousand years ago, impossible to manifest in this era.
After figuring this out, everyone let out a long breath. They had been utterly confused earlier—it defied common sense. No one could live for such an ancient time.
Even if the Buddha Great Emperor possessed various longevity techniques and used alternative means to resist the passage of time, he could not manifest like this.
The source of everything was naturally that relic. It was brilliant and crystalline, a sacred object left behind after the Buddha's passing, a supreme treasure of the Buddhist sect.
Finally, the great Buddha disappeared, transforming into a rain of light scattering down, merging into Mount Sumeru, returning to that enormous relic.
It was multicolored, crystal clear, like a heart carved from immortal diamond. Inside was a blurry Buddha figure, mysterious and unfathomable.
Ye Fan and the others exchanged glances. Although they confirmed it was a phantom, they all agreed that this relic was extraordinary!
Before the Great Thunderclap Monastery, light flowed and auspicious clouds drifted. Life energy permeated the air. The head of the Great Peacock King glowed, Dao sounds accompanying the growth of bones and the movement of flesh and blood as she reorganized her true body.
If it were anyone else, not to mention a Great Sage, even a Quasi-Emperor struck by an imperial artifact would surely die without a chance of survival. Yet she, relying on the relic, remained unharmed.
At this moment, her vitality was undamaged, her origin undiminished. She directly revived, with abundant blood energy and an especially powerful Dharma body, possessing an invincible momentum standing at the peak.
Everyone woke as if from a dream. Those who had knelt earlier also stood up.
A weak, trembling sound rang out. From within the relic flew another primordial spirit, its luster dim—the old monk Mahaka. Even he had survived.
Everyone recalled that in the final moment, he had used this relic to protect his brow, transferring his divine soul, thus escaping calamity.
"The Buddha entered nirvana. The relic represents the hope of life, possessing nirvana power. Therefore, they both avoided the killing calamity of the imperial artifact," sighed Old Blind Man of the Thirteen Great Bandits.
"Attack or not?" asked the Dragon Horse. Although it had been stubborn earlier, that was forced. Since things had already reached that point, there was no other choice. But its heart still felt a chill, and even now, thinking back, there was lingering fear.
"Besiege!" said Ye Fan. The important figures present split into groups, arranging themselves, each holding an imperial artifact aimed at Mount Sumeru.
Four or five ancient Great Emperor weapons appeared together, emanating earth-shattering pressure. However, Ye Fan did not order an attack, because both sides were now extremely wary of each other.
"I ask once more: will you release my disciple?" His voice rumbled like thunder, shaking the clouds, causing many nearby saints to tremble, unable to suppress their terror.
The Sacred Body's golden blood energy rolled, piercing the sky. The beams from his eyes were as cold as blades, chilling to the bone.
"He is a fruit of our Buddhist realm and cannot be allowed to remain outside!" The Great Peacock Bright King's will was firm, without a trace of wavering.
"Amitabha. Good, good." The old monk Mahaka's primordial spirit had been injured. Without decades or a century of cultivation, he could not return to his peak. He too expressed his stance.
"That is not Amitabha's path. Didn't you drive that great demon off the mountain back then? Why have you now captured this inheritor?" Ji Ziyue spoke.
"This flower bloomed in the past, blooms in the present, and will bloom in the future. This is a fruit of the Buddhist sect, none of your concern," said Mahaka.
The great bandits were all passionate people. Someone shouted: "All I know is that he is Ye Fan's disciple, yet now you have forcibly suppressed him on Mount Sumeru, converting him into a servant slave. What kind of reasoning is this? Even setting aside everything else, you have already obtained those inheritances. Why won't you let him leave the mountain!"
"This Dharma cannot be taken down the mountain. He must stop forever before the ancient temple gates!" The old monk did not yield.
"Really not letting him go?!" Ye Fan's voice turned icy cold, his expression ruthless.
"Converting to Buddhism, dissolving his evil roots, purifying his worldly aura—he will henceforth transcend the mundane. This is a great merit. Benefactor, please return. Do not act against heaven's will. Buddha is compassionate, only saving those with affinity." Having just experienced that calamity, Mahaka's expression had instead calmed. These words truly enraged many.
"Kill!" Ye Fan had only this one word. Buddha spoke of compassion; he spoke of slaughter. Before Mount Sumeru, he decisively chose to act.
Even knowing the depths of the Buddhist sect, he was unafraid. Without fighting until heaven and earth shattered, no conditions could be negotiated.
Ye Fan swung the slaughter sword, slashing toward Mount Sumeru, using extreme power to suppress.
At the same time, the Void Emperor Mirror glowed, its crystal-clear surface shooting out world-shrouding divine rays, sweeping across Mount Sumeru, shaking the mist into collapse, causing the faith power to boil.
On the other side, the Divine Silkworm Princess, Old Immortal, and others also urged the Nine-Colored Immortal Robe and the Devouring Demon Jar to launch fierce attacks, mounting a major offensive against Mount Sumeru.
However, Mount Sumeru was not simple. The ancient Great Emperor's formation awakened, shaking the ages. The entire mountain was densely covered with blazing, dazzling patterns, completely sealing the mountain.
Moreover, the faith power condensed into form, transforming into a giant ancient Buddha, standing majestically there, vast beyond measure, overlooking all living beings.
The superposition of these two produced astonishing defensive power, as if an ancient Emperor had revived to guard this place!
"Are these Amitabha's thought-force seeds?!" The Divine Silkworm Daoist opened his drunken eyes, shooting out sharp rays. He put down his wine gourd and stared without blinking.
This great Buddha appeared very strangely, supremely powerful, as if an Emperor's shadow had condensed together with the great formation, terrifying beyond measure.
Ji Ziyue sighed softly. They had witnessed the power of the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable's formation diagram combined with the four slaughter swords. Now this place had a similar wonder. The Demon-Subduing Pestle floated, joining in, condensing together as well, terrifying beyond compare.
And at this moment, the Great Thunderclap Monastery as a whole glowed. That relic scattered showers of light rain, also showing a trend of merging into the formation.
It was difficult to capture Mount Sumeru in a short time. This place was as solid as gold, with the Buddha's imprint flowing!
Soon after, everyone stopped attacking. Urging imperial weapons consumed great energy and could not be done indefinitely. They decided to besiege Mount Sumeru, sealing off this place, isolating it from the outside world.
The Great Peacock Bright King and Mahaka could not attack out. They had enough strength to defend but insufficient to attack, having already learned bloody lessons earlier.
"My turn!" The Divine Knight stepped forward, directly ascending before Mount Sumeru. In an instant, his entire body blazed with light ten thousand zhang high, erupting with terrifying aura!