"What is going on?" someone said with barely concealed horror.

In the sacred lands of the Buddhist Sect, such terrifying events could actually take place, had Mount Ling now become a place where anyone could be bullied?

However, when the Buddhas arrived at the site and witnessed such a scene, they fell silent one after another.

They could see that the corpse still retained a very strong demonic aura.

"Be careful!"

No sooner had the words fallen than the young novice monk who had just died suddenly stood up, his body enveloped in black demonic aura, gradually transforming into a fierce Demon Head.

Without a shred of rationality, just an endless craving for food.

"Food, I want food," he repeated incessantly, his former mouth now filled with fangs, greedily chewing on everything he could see.

His belly had also become immense, like a balloon that had been blown up, and inside the round drum-like stomach seemed to be a terrifying power.

"What kind of Demon Head is this?" murmured a Buddha.

Since the establishment of the Buddhist Sect, the struggle with the Demon Heads had never ceased, but thankfully, after Tathagata Buddha sealed Poxun, the Demon Heads were greatly weakened, which allowed the Buddhist Sect to accumulate much merit.

As archenemies, no one understood the types of Demon Heads better than these Buddhas, yet the Demon Head in front of them clearly exceeded their knowledge.

In their long lives, they had never seen such a Demon Head.

It was a type of Demon Head that had never appeared before, and its power seemed even more bizarre. The young novice monk had not been in Mount Ling for long and due to his young age, he had not many desires in his heart, yet even so, he was still possessed by the demonic aura when his defenses were down, transforming into a Demon Head.

Without understanding this situation, the Various Buddhas did not have good preventive measures. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

However, the Demon Head that the young novice monk had transformed into was already driven mad by that terrible hunger; he frantically swallowed everything he could see, and quickly his gaze fell upon the Various Buddhas themselves.

"Food!" He cried out madly, charging at the Various Buddhas with the speed of lightning.

The sharp fangs gleamed under the glow of the Golden Light, and that’s when the Buddhas realized that this new type of Demon Head was not afraid of Buddha’s Light.

It was known that the Buddha’s Light of the Buddhist Sect was the nemesis of all Demon Heads; it was precisely this characteristic that allowed the Buddhist Sect to become the natural enemy of Demon Heads. There were rumors that it was because Tathagata Buddha sealed Mara, hence Buddha’s Light gained the ability to restrain Demon Heads.

In the midst of reflection, the exceedingly hungry Demon Head had already charged over, and the rich demonic aura was right before their eyes.

Every Buddha furrowed their brows; the demonic aura was seen in their eyes as the filthiest existence in this world, making them feel nauseous just by the scent.

And yet this demonic aura could stir the desires inside them, giving them a sense of hunger they had not felt in a long time.

Since they achieved a certain level of cultivation, they had been in the state of fasting, at most drinking dew from the Golden Lotus in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. They had never expected to be induced to feel hunger by this demonic aura today, giving them the sensation of reverting to mere mortals.

"Such a bizarre ability."

Of course, this was still not enough to shake the Buddhas’ state of mind, after all, they were all of significant cultivation level and paid great attention to the cultivation of their minds.

The outcome was as expected; a newly-born Demon Head daring to provoke the Various Buddhas was doomed to a death beyond death.

By this time, the Demon Head had already transformed into a clump of mud, quietly lying on the soil of Mount Ling.

"Where does this demonic aura come from, and why is it so formidable? Even the Demon King Mara does not possess such power," a Buddha said with furrowed brows.

They had just sealed Marx not long ago and had witnessed the strength of this legendary Demon King. His demonic aura was indeed powerful, but far from the eeriness of today.

"Could it be that a new Demon King has been born?"

Such a speculation was not without reason; since the Demon King Mara had been sealed, it was very possible that a new Demon King had come into being as a result of karma.

However, reality did not permit them to ponder further. As of this moment, similar events began occurring throughout Mount Ling.

What was once the holiest land of the Buddhist Sect was now seemingly becoming the great stronghold of the Demon Heads, each new type with bizarre abilities. The crucial point was these Demon Heads seemed not to fear the Buddha’s Light, leaving the people of Mount Ling worn out from the chaos.

"No, the birth of so many Demon Heads must be because of the existence of a Demon King. This is bad, Mara’s Seal!" the crowd suddenly realized.

Without any hesitation, they rushed towards the summit of Mount Ling.

However, just at that moment, a violent shaking of the earth came upon them. Even Mount Ling, which was perennially shrouded in Buddha’s Light, was now engulfed in endless darkness.

The deepest and most malevolent thoughts of the Mortal World shrouded the summit of Mount Ling, making it impossible to discern any movement.

By then, the situation had become very clear; it was not that a new Demon King had been born, but rather the legendary Demon King Mara, who had lost to Tathagata Buddha, had broken the Seal.

"Impossible, we just reinforced the Seal!"

The Buddhas were extremely shocked. It was a Seal reinforced by the collective strength of all of Mount Ling – how could it have been broken so easily? Could it be that Demon King Mara’s power had reached such a level? How could they stand against him?

With this thought, a sinking feeling inevitability settled in everyone’s heart.

"Hahaha, Tathagata, I, Mara, am free again, aren’t I? Wait for me, I will fulfill the promise I made back then!" a wild laugh echoed across the sky.

A young man dressed in black appeared amidst the boundless evil thoughts, with a refined demeanor, he looked down upon All Living Beings with indifference in his eyes.

He was the Demon King Mara, born from the evil thoughts of the Mortal World, a collective of ill will from All Living Beings, an immortal existence. Despite the humiliation of being sealed by Tathagata for so many years, it had done nothing to diminish his majesty.

Now that he had broken free, he was determined to take revenge on the Buddhist Sect.

With his appearance, billows of demonic energy spread in all directions, attempting to create more Demon Heads, realizing that each of the Demon Heads transformed this time were more formidable than the last.

It seemed that these disciples of the Buddhist Sect were more suitable for transformation into Demon Heads than any other being in the world. Mara knew that this was the entanglement of karma; he was bound by karma to the Buddhist Sect, and their strength, in turn, would make him even more powerful. It was only because he had been sealed that he hadn’t received such feedback until now.

"Go slaughter, unleash your desires without restraint, this is our Demon Country," Mara laughed wildly.

Under his control, countless Demon Heads began rampaging through Mount Ling, trying to completely destroy this holy land of the Buddhist Sect.

"Demon King Mara, do not be too arrogant!" How could the Buddhas just stand by? This was a crisis of annihilation. If Mara succeeded, they would surely die without a place to be buried.