Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 1327, The Buddhist Sect

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

[I am quite fortunate to witness the rise of a Primordial Titan.] Anzuiel couldn’t help but marvel in his heart, his gaze lingering on the figure seated high upon the throne.

A Primordial Titan was a being whose very concept defied the limits of description for future generations. Each one was an existence that inspired terror to the extreme. Once awakened, such beings could shift the course of an entire era.

And now, Yu Zi Yu was walking this very path.

After tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, even several Cosmic Cycles, should Yu Zi Yu remain alive, he would unmistakably become an entity that would strike fear into Heaven and Earth itself.

The mere thought of such an existence was enough to make one’s heart shudder.

They were even more terrifying than ordinary Eternals.

Generally, ordinary Eternals withdrew themselves from the affairs of the mortal entirely, but not the Primordial Titans. They regarded the world as their chessboard, and all living beings as pieces in their game.

[Hmmm… still, it’s far too soon. He has a long road ahead of him.] A faint smile crossed Anzuiel’s lips, tinged with expectation.

…

Yu Zi Yu was entirely unaware of Anzuiel’s thoughts.

Truth be told, roaming the starry skies under the persona of Demon Emperor was exhausting.

No sooner had he finished meeting with the Angel Clan’s Seraphim, than came the Titans… then the Celestials… then the Three-Eyes Divine Clan… each sending their envoys one after another.

To Yu Zi Yu, it was no small nuisance.

He felt that it would be far better to spend this cultivating.

Still, remembering that this was his only audience in two hundred years, he endured with patience.

…

Time flowed quietly by.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and the grand celebration to welcome the Demon Emperor, the festival that shook the entire universe, drew to its close.

On this day, far away in the depths of the cosmos, there was a mysterious Great World: the Buddha Realm.

Here, Buddha’s light basked the entire world, and chants of profound Sanskrit scripts echoed like an unending tide.

At this moment…

“What!? The Demon Emperor wants to enter our Sutra Hall!?” An elderly monk’s voice rang out, his face alight with astonishment.

His agitation was mirrored by the twitching eyelids of many other high monks present.

“Amitabha…” From the highest seat, the figure known as the Palm Buddha slowly opened his eyes, as he inquired in a calm yet heavy voice, “Are you sure the Demon Emperor said that he wants to enter the Sutra Hall of our Buddhist Sect?”

“I’m sure.” The Dragon Tamer Arhat nodded with a solemn look on his face.

Then, after a moment of silence, he added, “And judging by his tone… he is quite determined to enter it.”

*Hmph!* A cold snort cut through the air as the elder monk who had first spoken, raised his voice in fury, “Taking advantage of our plight… who does he think he is? Does he truly believe that without him, we could not deal with that Void Hegemon ourselves?”

However, just as these words left his tongue, a cold, sharp gaze shot toward him.

*Crack…* As if his very Soul had been frozen, the angry monk’s body shuddered, his heart gripped by sudden dread.

“The Demon Emperor… is not for the likes of a petty Vajra to insult!” A majestic roar thundered through the hall, accompanied by a majestic and resonant Dragon’s roar.

“I…” The Vajra’s voice faltered, his face draining of color.

Before the Dragon Tamer Arhat, who bore the exalted Arhat rank, not only he, but all the Vajras combined would still be found lacking.

And indeed, while the Buddhist Sect preached the equality of all beings, it still possessed its own unspoken hierarchy.

At the very summit stood the Buddhas.

Beneath the Buddhas were the Bodhisattvas.

Below the Bodhisattvas were the Arhats, then the Vajras, and then Eight Devas and Nagas, and so forth.

And now, before all the monks gathered here, a mere lowly Vajra dared to openly slander the Demon Emperor… If word of this got out, it could very well provoke enmity with the Demon Court.

Having once met the Demon Emperor in person, the Dragon Tamer Arhat was keenly aware of the true terror he was.

A figure of such magnitude was better left unprovoked.

That was why he lashed out in anger.

After all, a Vajra was only a Tier-5. What right did he have to slander a terrifying existence of Tier-7?

The strong have their own dignity. To show reverence to the strong was a basic law of the universe.

“*Hmph…* The ignorant knows no fear. Do you realize that because of a single careless remark from you… the entire Demon Court might become hostile to our Buddhist Sect?” The Dragon Tamer Arhat lashed out once more.

His fury only grew. It was because, in that moment, he could not help but recall his time in the Demon Court…

While the Demon Court was a newly risen power, it was extremely powerful.

And at the heart of their belief was none other than the current Demon Emperor.

Even a child, when mentioning the Demon Emperor’s name, would show awe in their eyes and reverence in his heart. One could easily imagine what would happen in the Demon Court if a lowly Vajra’s words of insult reached their ears.

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly came from afar, “Dragon Tamer, there’s no need to be angry… Besides, if a single comment is enough to offend the Demon Court, then isn’t the Demon Court far too petty?”

[They are pettier than you think…] The Dragon Tamer Arhat sighed in his heart, but said nothing aloud.

Though he was a righteous man, he wasn’t a fool. Since a Bodhisattva had stepped in to mediate, he naturally chose silence.

At that moment, the Palm Buddha, the one most likely to attain the rank of Buddha in the current Buddhist Sect, who sat high at the very top, finally spoke, “The matter of the Demon Emperor… we shall discuss it another time. This is no urgent matter…”

Pausing for a moment, he turned his gaze to the Vajra seated at the very end, “You got quite a loose tongue… you are to face the wall in repentance for one hundred years.”

“Uh…” The Vajra froze, his face turning pale.

A hundred years of facing the wall was a small thing, but to be named and shamed before all the monks by the Palm Buddha, the supreme master of the Buddhist Realm, this time he was truly finished.

Thinking of this, the Vajra hurriedly tried to protest, “Great Buddha, I…”

But before he could finish, the voice of the Supreme Master of the Buddhist Realm resounded through the entire Great Thunderclap Monastery, “Not just you… even I… can’t never publicly slander the name of the Demon Emperor.”