Drunk.

Everyone felt dumbstruck.

Fu Qingjun thought this was truly absurd.

He carefully observed the bizarre hairstyles of the few girls, becoming more and more shocked, with a strange sense of guilt arising in his heart...

"Wait a minute, this has nothing to do with me! Guilty for what?!"

He hurriedly shook off this feeling of guilt, murmuring softly:

"I was just being kind-hearted, sending these good seedlings from Miao Chun Hall to learn arts at the Shushan Immortal Sect, as a Great Witch Giant, to observe the mortals cultivating, and to further their studies in my Demon Country civilization... It was Qin Hong, she was the one who shaved their heads."

Qin Hong, this person's mind deserves condemnation!

He shook his head, eating at the dining table, turning shock into motivation to eat, with a hearty appetite, "When Li Mo and the others go down the Immortal Mountain for their trials, wander through the mundane world, and return to my martial arts sect, everyone will be stunned, right?"

The scene would be so beautiful that it is simply scary to imagine.

Li Mo, this long-legged, beautiful elder sister, was the first person he met when he came to this world.

Before, when he had just arrived in this world, poking his head out the door, he had made a "confession" to Li Mo.

And now?

Fu Qingjun sighed, unable to look directly at the thought of that hairstyle.

"However, this Buddhist sect was unexpected to me."

His expression gradually became serious as he touched his own full head of black, luscious hair, never imagining that his hair could be developed to have such effects.

There's also this use of silly hair, constantly reincarnating, gathering the spirit of past lives!

"Relying on this method, indeed it is a possibility for giant humans to break through the fourth realm!"

"After all, the human figure is too large; producing ten thousand human grandmasters is unrealistic... one must know, the entire world of Martial Arts, combined, does not have that many."

"We can only rely on ant-sized grandmasters."

"However, their quality is low, and you can only rely on numbers; a few millimeters of soul is too fragmented, a billion trials would drive one mad... letting oneself reincarnate continually and cultivate is indeed a good idea."

Even Fu Qingjun endorsed this approach.

Because humans are of long-lived species, with long lifespans....

Surpassing those short-lived humans' thousands of lifetimes is easy.

"In some sense, it's also a method of proving one's path through force, cultivating oneself." Fu Qingjun considered this path doable, but he had no intention of taking it himself.

Because doesn't the way he sows among beings and reaps have its own charm?

"God is a shepherd, all beings are lambs of the world."

Fu Qingjun continued eating, looking outside, occasionally seeing black-clad officers riding bicycles and armed with guns passing by, "However, I can't just give away my hair recklessly. If they have my hair, they can continuously promote the growth of that strand of hair, cut a section off, implant it in others, and develop second-generation Mediterranean."

He felt that he himself was simply like a vampire, a zombie, capable of giving the initial embrace.

Qin Hong and others were the second-generation bald initial embrace, able to cultivate the silly hair he sent, producing third-generation baldness.

And the third generation can...

Fu Qingjun found it absurd, touching his abundant hair, finding it increasingly preposterous, "What on earth is this ability?"

"Moreover, although the ability becomes thinner with the passing of silly hair, it remains terrifying.... In the future, the membership of the Divine Demon Night Banquet, the second-generation initial embrace cannot be too many."

Otherwise, if there are too many second generations, spreading crazily, the entire world will truly go bald.

That would be the true calamity of baldness!

Fu Qingjun mused inwardly, thinking further,

"With the establishment of Demon Country, successfully landing on the moon, the prosperity of Taoist schools, and the rise of Buddhism, perhaps the mythical world is not far away... My Du Guan Town, being relatively close, might be affected."

...

...

Western Buddha Land.

The Great Leiyin Temple stood tall, waves of Buddhist sounds endlessly powerful and majestic.

The world knew, to the west of Shushan Land, a Buddha had emerged.

He went through a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, achieving enlightenment to become a Buddha, and became a generation of Buddha, widely disseminating scriptures, and enlightening all beings.

However, some powerful Immortal Sects decided to come to test.

Even those true immortals who descended from heaven came to visit, as they had descended beforehand, planning to exchange with this once master and guardian.

One after another, undefeated true immortals appeared to suppress the world,

"Master, once in a past life, you fought to protect the Dao for me and died, although I respect you, the Celestial Realm sent me to test whether you have the capability to establish a sect."

"Master, in that life, I acknowledged your power, but after becoming a True Immortal, stepping into the fourth realm of Ancestor, I realized the weakness of scattered immortals, and my insight has changed."

One after another, fourth-realm Ancestor Immortals spoke.

Some disciples, and prodigious Holy Sons who once interacted, knew the terror of their master, who as a scattered immortal, possessed extremely exaggerated battle power.

However, no matter how exaggerated, it was still a scattered immortal.

Upon reaching the fourth realm, without condensing a divine soul, only having an immortal body, the combat power is low.

If the master remains a scattered immortal, then there is no right...

On the lotus seat, Qin Hong looked serene, overlooking below.

This kind of thing had already happened many times.

Whenever a sect is established, it inevitably touches the interests of many in this land.

"I have long proved the Dao through a hundred lifetimes of slaughter, now cultivating through a hundred lifetimes of benevolence, not killing, not fighting." Qin Hong smiled, her lush curls dense like clusters of tumors, "Our Buddhist sect cultivates all beings, transforms all beings."

"Although not waging war, I can take you to an ancient tomb."

She spoke, leading the living into an ancient Buddhist site.

It was a cemetery.

One by one, crimson ancient coffins were arranged on the land, all exuding unparalleled murderous intent.

As if a supreme ruthless figure was sleeping there, the murderous aura, an ancient God of Slaughter, permeating an unimaginable terror, condensed into a horrifying force.

The imposing aura surged, connecting with the mind, enabling everyone to seemingly see, from the remnants, a painting emerging from the mist of murderous intent.

In the painting, in the first life, a mundane man rose, secretly masked, with an extraordinary talent for slaughter, defeating many Holy Sons and top disciples, vanquishing all worldly foes, and finally standing at the pinnacle of the world, suppressing an era.

He could have condensed the divine spirit but abandoned this path of immortality, beginning to wander the world, ultimately gaining insight under an ancient tree.

"They cultivate true me! I cultivate myriad selves!"

"They cultivate one life! I cultivate reincarnation!"

She did not prove the true self in her heart, instead directly following the path of scattered immortals into the fourth realm.

Roaming the world, indulging in vengeance and grudges, wandering the martial world with a sword, slaughtering all enemies under heaven, exterminating demonic sects, and finally, heavily wounded, aging early but defied destiny, shedding the first life, living out the second.

Bang!

In the eyes of countless true immortals, Holy Sons, and prodigies, they saw the second ancient coffin trembling, gradually revealing the scenery of the second life.

The second life, with even denser murderous intent, a powerful existence stood aloft in the mortal world, overlooking the land coldly, carefree and at ease.

In the third life, he transformed into a disciple of a sect...

The fourth life,

...

The seventieth life, with power becoming unfathomable, incomprehensively profound, completely transforming, with murderous intent reaching the heavens.

"I, as a scattered immortal through seventy lifetimes, worship myself, initially becoming a True Immortal!"

In the end, he, without relying on the faith and offerings of others, actually used his reincarnations to achieve true immortality!

His ultimate vision had grown so broad, his perspective unprecedented, unparalleled.

After this, without aid from the faith and tribute of mortals, he actually used rebirths from his reincarnation to refine the six divine powers of Buddhism during endless grievous wounds and death!

A red ancient coffin, burying one life!

Across the ages, only the aged and decaying Grand Celestial Immortal Emperor in the heavens could compare with this stunning figure of eternity; other appearing prodigious Holy Sons and true immortals were dim in contrast.

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