The Demon King waved his hand lightly, and endless darkness surged from his sleeves, instantly enveloping the entire world.

This was Marx’s primordial demonic qi, capable of corrupting all things, also the fundamental root of demon heads’ emergence.

The dark demonic qi touched the earth, and the earth transformed into demon land, touched the trees, and the trees became fierce and terrifying, touched the sky, and the sky turned into darkness.

"This land shall harbor no demonic qi!" A vast and ethereal voice came from above, as Maitreya used his mana to start manipulating the rules of the Buddha Kingdom in Palm.

The surging demonic qi that previously roared, at this command, began to dissolve like ice thawing.

In this world, Maitreya was the only divine spirit and the master of all; his will was the will of the world, thus he could change its rules.

Now that he had established a rule that no demonic qi would exist in this world, it naturally suppressed Marx’s demonic qi.

Ever since Maitreya ascended to the position of Buddha, his power had advanced by leaps and bounds, and this Buddha Kingdom in Palm was naturally incomparable to before.

"Interesting, but don’t think this alone will be enough to deal with me," Marx said calmly, seemingly unconcerned that his demonic qi was being suppressed by Maitreya.

"Amitabha Buddha, the sea of suffering is boundless; returning to the shores is salvation!" Maitreya’s commanding voice resounded through heaven and earth, carrying a wondrous power that actually sought to enlighten Marx.

This time Marx’s brows furrowed; he had not expected that, after so many years, the Buddhist Sect would have such a peculiar Dharma Technique. This Dharma of Conversion was truly domineering, forcibly twisting a person’s mind and spirit.

However, this method, while overbearing, also seemed more like the technique of the Demon Sect.

Endless chanting sounds echoed through this piece of heaven and earth; indeed, it was the Buddha Kingdom in Palm, where all beneath the heavens was Buddha Land.

Marx and the seven Demon Heads were pushed to a corner by the endless Buddha’s Light and chanting sounds.

"What a wonderful technique!" Marx spoke in light praise.

Carefully feeling the impact of the Way of Enlightenment on himself, Marx couldn’t help but commend it.

Even as a Demon King, he too felt the impulse deep inside to escape into the monastic life; this Way of Enlightenment actually operated on the mental level, even more adept at manipulating hearts than himself, the Demon King.

But such methods could only harass him for a moment; after all, as a Demon King, manipulating hearts and beguiling all living beings was an instinct he was born with.

"Little Monk, your methods are exhausted, right? It’s my turn now."

No sooner had his words fallen, than an even more turbulent demonic qi burst forth from Marx, instantly permeating the entire Buddha Kingdom; even the rules set by Maitreya were in vain.

This was the evil of all living beings, and the evil of the Three Realms. As long as Maitreya had not transcended the Three Realms, he could not ignore its impact.

In just an instant, Maitreya felt countless evil thoughts flood into his mind; if he failed to suppress these chaotic thoughts, it would be easy to fall into demonic temptation.

By now, Maitreya naturally knew that he could not trap this Demon King anymore.

However, he had reached his goal; during the time Marx was confined in the Buddha Land, Mount Ling had activated all the Arrays, gathered all the monks, and was prepared for the crisis caused by Marx’s breakout.

Now, the entire Buddha Kingdom had been turned into demon land by Marx; everything was contaminated.

There was a cracking sound, and the Buddha Kingdom began to fracture, Marx emerging from the Buddha Kingdom with his Demon Heads. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He was confronted by the grand array of the assembled Buddhist Sect.

After years of rapid development, the Buddhist Sect had grown powerful with a multitude of followers; the dense mass of gods and Buddas had surrounded the entire Mount Ling.

The monks with low mana on Mount Ling had been sent down the mountain to cope with Marx, leaving only the strongest ones atop the mountain.

Now that they were facing Marx together, even this unparalleled Demon King felt the pressure he hadn’t felt in a long time.

"The Buddhist Sect sure is something, who would have thought that a religion nearly destroyed in the past could transform into such a colossal entity? Buddha’s methods are truly formidable," Marx couldn’t help but praise as he looked around at the Gods and Buddhas.

To develop the Buddhist Sect into what it was now during the time he was sealed, one could only imagine the hardships and dangers involved. No wonder Buddha was able to seize the opportunity and transcend so quickly.

On this point, Marx had to admire him.

Yet without Buddha, the Buddhist Sect, no matter how numerous its followers, wouldn’t intimidate him as it once did.

A hint of a smile appeared on the Demon Head’s face, and suddenly an avatar stepped in front of him, covered with numerous faces, each one contorted with menace and looking at the Divine spirits around with eyes full of hatred.

"Buddhist Sect! You bastards are the ones who killed us!" the ferocious faces spoke.

The words filled with hatred made everyone at Mount Ling frown; this kind of animosity did not seem feigned—the faces were clearly harboring a grudge against the Buddhist Sect.

"Evil demon, how dare you be so arrogant on Mount Ling!" a Buddha shouted fiercely.

He did not care why these faces hated the Buddhist Sect so much; as long as it was a Demon Head, it naturally had to be annihilated.

With a simple gesture, the Demon-Subduing Pestle in his hand turned into a ray of golden light, charging at the Demon Head with the speed of lightning.

However, just as the golden light was about to reach the Demon Head, all of the menacing faces suddenly closed their eyes, and soon a gentle and serene face appeared in the center.

The face exhibited a color of compassion, and the eyes were filled with sorrow for Heaven and Earth; a golden Buddha’s Light shone upon him.

The Demon-Subduing Pestle, lit by this golden light, could not advance any further and stopped mid-air.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

"Juexing!"

The many Buddhas exclaimed, their faces filled with shock. This was the talent they had high hopes for; how did he become like this, and what was his connection to Marx’s escape?

"The disciple has made a grave mistake, enabling the Demon King to break free while I myself have fallen into demonic entrapment, unable to transcend. This is all the result of karma," Juexing’s voice gently echoed around Mount Ling.

Everyone frowned, none having expected that it was Juexing’s doing that led to Marx breaking the seal.

"Why would you do such a thing?"

But before Juexing could respond, the ferocious faces around him instantly suppressed him within their own body.

"Damned baldy, murderous devil, we were living just fine, why did you have to kill us?" raged an extremely old face.

"We were believers of the Buddhist Sect, why did we have to be cruelly murdered by Mount Ling’s disciples!"

The chaotically speaking faces gradually allowed the people of Mount Ling to piece together some fragmented truth.

"Juexing, why did you commit such atrocities!" one Buddha murmured to himself.

Who could have imagined that this disciple, with such a promising future at Mount Ling, was a murderer behind the scenes.