Gu Yechen snuck into the Lingqi Sect, continuing his scheme to integrate into this universe. Meanwhile, the disciples of Fuya 7 Ming had already established a significant foundation in this cosmos.

Across the vast expanse of starlight, four enormous white elephants drifted in the void, positioned in the four cardinal directions. Each possessed three pairs of massive tusks. Currently, their heads were brought together, their tusks raised high, and their supple, powerful trunks supported a colossal continent floating in the vacuum. These four white elephants were spiritual entities born from the creation of this universe, representing four precious forces of heaven and earth: Wisdom, Courage, Compassion, and Steadfastness. These four qualities were forces deeply resonant with the essence of Buddhism. Thus, upon entering this universe, Jieyin and Zhunti had moved swiftly, coaxing these four white elephants into the fold of Buddhism, where they became the Four Symbols Dharma Protectors.

Now, these four white elephants were the private property of Fuya 7 Ming. The continent they supported across the boundless cosmos was the Qingkua Pure Land, belonging exclusively to Fuya 7 Ming. It was a marvelous Buddhist realm constructed through the combined efforts of Jieyin and Zhunti, consuming countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and harnessing the immense collective psychic power amassed by countless Buddhist cultivators.

This Pure Land was immense; an ordinary Buddha traveling by light, even taking an entire Kalpa, could not traverse it from one end to the other. Yet, it was also small; a Buddhist cultivator possessing clear, penetrating wisdom could traverse the entirety of this pure space in just a few effortless steps.

At the core of the Buddhist realm lay a clear spring, covering an area of a million li, teeming with lotus blooms where countless white birds played. Floating upon the water, precisely in the center of the pure spring, was a magnificent and grand hall whose intricate details seemed exquisitely crafted as if stitched together from white clouds. It swayed gently upon the water’s surface with the soft breeze.

Within the hall, which stretched for hundreds of jin from front to back, there stood a high pagoda. In the quiet chamber at the pagoda's summit, Fuya 7 Ming held Wuming'er, watching the distant scenery with cold eyes. Her left hand gently patted Wuming'er’s bottom to soothe him to sleep, while her right hand continuously calculated figures, attempting to divine the movements of Gu Yechen.

However, Gu Yechen had integrated into this universe with the utmost caution, constantly employing his divine abilities to conceal his tracks. How could Fuya 7 Ming possibly calculate his trajectory?

This universe was boundless; even the power of a Saint could not illuminate the entire world in a single thought. The range of Fuya 7 Ming's divine sense currently covered only a few hundred million large and small galaxies. To find Gu Yechen was far from simple.

After calculating for a long time, she found the heavenly secrets utterly chaotic, like a pitch-black cave without a single glimmer of light.

A surge of dark fire rose in Fuya 7 Ming’s heart. Her delicate eyebrows shot up, and she bit her silver teeth, murmuring softly, "Wuming'er, when Mother's power is enough to shatter those bald donkeys’ bald heads, I will take you back to find your heartless father."

Patting Wuming'er’s body lightly a few times, Fuya 7 Ming whispered fiercely, "If he doesn't come here to find us, mother and son, but instead finds another woman in that universe, when we return, I'll give him the snip-snip!"

Wuming'er was exceptionally gifted. Though only a few months old, he could already understand Fuya 7 Ming’s everyday speech. Hearing Fuya 7 Ming speak of giving his father the snip-snip, he hurriedly pulled out a small golden pair of scissors, shaped like two intertwined dragons, from the brocade pouch hanging on his chest and played with them, making kacha kacha sounds. "M-M-Mommy, if he really gets another woman, Mommy will snip-snip him, and you kill that woman!"

Fuya 7 Ming laughed heartily, picking up Wuming'er and continuously kissing his smooth, delicate lower region. Wuming'er yawned, reaching out to grab the elaborate knot of hair on Fuya 7 Ming’s head, giggling happily. Suddenly, Wuming’er stuttered, mimicking Fuya 7 Ming's words: "Daddy... new woman... snip-snip... kill!"

At the entrance of the quiet chamber, several young nuns, with faint halos of Buddhist light circling behind their heads, stood respectfully. Upon hearing Fuya 7 Ming instructing Wuming'er, the nuns exchanged glances, simultaneously pressing their palms together and silently reciting a Buddhist invocation.

After teasing Wuming'er for a while, Fuya 7 Ming suddenly laughed, "Your senior brothers are quite capable; in just a few months, tens of thousands of galaxies have come to believe in Mother. This power of faith is truly a magnificent thing!"

A massive golden light suddenly erupted from her eyes, and a hazy golden radiance enveloped the entire quiet chamber. Within the faint golden light, images of countless mountains and rivers flickered past. Within these landscapes, within those bustling markets, countless followers of Fuya 7 Ming were intensely propagating the Dharma.

Some sat beneath trees teaching the masses; some walked among the populace healing illnesses and resolving difficulties; some executed decisive, thunderous actions to eradicate various evils for the people; others petitioned in the halls of power, displaying divine abilities to royalty and high officials to seek their conversion.

Innumerable mysterious techniques were employed, and new believers were added to Fuya 7 Ming’s following every moment. The vast power of faith poured into Fuya 7 Ming’s sea of consciousness incessantly, and after being purified by her relic, it transformed into streams of Buddhist light circling behind her head.

Unbeknownst to her, a white lotus quietly blossomed above Fuya 7 Ming’s head. A diffuse radiance shimmered upon the lotus, within which a continent could vaguely be seen slowly taking shape. Having absorbed so much power of faith from her believers, Fuya 7 Ming’s first true palm-sized Buddhist realm was quietly forming.

When this lotus fully bloomed, Fuya 7 Ming felt a clear stream rush from above her head straight to her feet, as if her entire being had been cleansed. Her divine awareness became startlingly clear, and her agile heart had never felt so lucid. She took a deep breath, and the range of her divine sense suddenly expanded by more than double. "So, this is the function of the Buddhist realm!" Fuya 7 Ming realized, a faint smile curving her lips.

At this time, Fuya 7 Ming’s believers spanned hundreds of thousands of galaxies; new ones were born every moment, and the old ones passed away. Those who believed in Fuya 7 Ming would recite her Buddhist title just before death, and in the netherworld, a subtle pull was generated, drawing the souls of these deceased believers instantly across the void toward the forming Buddhist realm of Fuya 7 Ming.

A faint thunderclap echoed in the quiet chamber. The palm-sized Buddhist realm within the lotus solidified. Within that bright radiance, mountains and waters were clear and beautiful, filled with countless palaces, pavilions, monasteries, and Zen forests. Faint sounds of Vedic chanting drifted out from within the realm.

Tens of thousands of souls joyfully flew into this pure Buddhist realm. They loudly chanted Fuya 7 Ming's title and walked cheerfully into the monasteries and Zen forests, smiling as they selected clean spots to sit down. Once seated, as these souls recited Buddhist scriptures in unison, the power of faith each contributed to Fuya 7 Ming was at least ten times greater than that of the living believers.

Upon entering the Pure Land Buddhist realm, these souls were forever freed from the suffering of the cycle of life and death. They could live eternally in this quiet and peaceful realm, single-mindedly dedicating their power of faith to Fuya 7 Ming. Fuya 7 Ming transcended them from the cycle of reincarnation; they offered their power of faith to Fuya 7 Ming—this was precisely mutual benefit.

Observing the profound changes occurring within her first palm-sized Buddhist realm, Fuya 7 Ming smiled contentedly. With a casual gesture toward her head, one of her avatars, a Golden Body Bodhisattva, descended gracefully, manifesting the three-headed, six-armed form and entering the Buddhist realm. It revealed its true form before the multitude of believer souls. This Golden Body Bodhisattva recited scriptures, explaining the Dharma to these believers. Instantly, celestial flowers rained down and sweet springs erupted from the earth within the Buddhist realm—a supreme scene of Buddhist splendor. The countless souls of the believers cheered in unison, praising Fuya 7 Ming's boundless power.

Just as the numerous believers bowed and cheered, an immense, powerful force suddenly struck through the void. This force penetrated directly through Fuya 7 Ming's palm-sized Buddhist realm, invading her pure land and sweeping away more than half of the believer souls in one scoop.

Watching these souls, who shimmered with a faint golden light, scream as they were yanked upward, an invisible, colorless great mouth seemed to appear in the void and swallow them whole. The event was so sudden that Fuya 7 Ming’s main body could not react, but her Bodhisattva avatar instinctively cast out a wave of Salvation Dharma Light, desperately clinging to those souls being drawn into the void.

Immediately after, Fuya 7 Ming discovered that it was not just the believers within her palm-sized realm; the souls of the recently deceased who were currently flying towards her realm were also caught by a strange power that materialized from nowhere, snatching them away. Fuya 7 Ming frowned and chided softly, "Insolent!"

Placing Wuming'er on the soft cushion beside her, Fuya 7 Ming formed a lotus seal with both hands, and her three Cthulhu Yuan Shen (Three Corpses Primordial Spirits) simultaneously floated out. Instantly, Buddhist light illuminated the Pure Land. Her other thirty-five Golden Body Female Bodhisattva avatars also emerged, joining the first avatar to form the 'Celestial Dragon Formless Salvation Buddhist Formation' in the void, releasing a vast expanse of golden light to guard the palm-sized Buddhist realm.

The Three Corpses Yuan Shen let out a cold sneer. Three Buddhas, each towering ten thousand li, simultaneously cast out massive amounts of Buddhist light. Streams of golden light pierced the void, rapidly shooting out in all directions. Instantly, before the souls being drawn toward Fuya 7 Ming's Buddhist realm, golden, shining reception bridges materialized. Each bridge resembled a golden dragon, protected by countless guardian heavenly beings wielding various weapons.

The believers, who had been terrified by the strange power emanating from the void, were overjoyed. They rushed onto the golden reception bridges. Immediately, they felt a lightness surround them, and the faint scent of intoxicating fragrance drifted into their nostrils. A brilliant flash of golden light appeared before them, and their forms materialized within Fuya 7 Ming's Buddhist realm.

A torrent of cyan energy surged out from above Fuya 7 Ming’s head. The Azure Lotus Chaos Flag, which Jieyin and Zhunti had painstakingly re-refined, emerged. One of Fuya 7 Ming’s Three Corpses Yuan Shen simply twirled the Azure Lotus Chaos Flag, and immediately, waves of cyan auspicious clouds rose from the earth. Countless cyan lotus petals descended like a deluge, each lotus petal enveloping the soul of a believer, forcefully pulling them into her palm-sized Buddhist realm to take their seats.

The void suddenly shuddered, and eighteen beams of powerful light, each of a different color, flashed within Fuya 7 Ming's palm-sized Buddhist realm.

A majestic yet benevolent voice echoed: "The cycle of life and death is decreed by Heaven. Who dares to defy Heaven in this manner?"

Fuya 7 Ming's divine sense peered through the eighteen different beams of strong light. These eighteen beams twisted and spun in the void, forming a circular gateway. In the infinite distance behind that gateway, a golden-bodied Buddha, six zhang tall, could vaguely be seen seated upon a lotus throne. Fuya 7 Ming let out a few cold laughs and spoke coldly, "Nonsense. Can the cycle of life and death seize my believers?" She roared, "The Great Dao of Reincarnation—has it ever been known to snatch people from a Buddha’s palm-sized Buddhist realm?"

The golden-bodied Buddha on the other side froze for a moment. A powerful divine sense tore through the void and collided violently with Fuya 7 Ming's divine sense.

Both groaned simultaneously. Fuya 7 Ming’s body leaned back abruptly, while the Buddha’s form flickered indistinctly. A voice filled with surprise and uncertainty traveled through the circular gateway in the void: "Venerable One, which Buddha realm do you hail from? Why has this humble one never met you? Furthermore, Venerable One, being a woman..." Fuya 7 Ming sneered, "Women cannot become Buddhas? And who are you?"

The Buddha was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "This humble one is Amitabha Buddha from the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. By chance, I govern the Wheel of Reincarnation, which is the transformation of this realm's Heavenly Dao of Reincarnation. Guiding the departed souls from all places into the path of reincarnation is precisely my duty." "You are Amitabha Buddha?"

Fuya 7 Ming smiled. She casually grabbed a fist-sized, golden, radiant Buddhist Demon-Subduing Divine Thunder from the pouch hanging on Wuming'er’s chest and tossed it toward the gateway formed by the Wheel of Reincarnation. With a thought, the divine thunder exploded precisely in front of Amitabha Buddha.

Amitabha Buddha had never encountered anyone who initiated an attack without even finishing a sentence. He had been waiting for Fuya 7 Ming’s reply, when a fist-sized divine thunder materialized before him. Before Amitabha Buddha could react, the thunder exploded with a deafening boom.

What manner of figure was Amitabha Buddha? After Jieyin and Zhunti, he governed the Western Heaven’s Buddhist Sect, and his Buddhist cultivation was utterly world-shaking. His six-zhang golden body was incomparably powerful. The Demon-Subduing Divine Thunder unleashed by Fuya 7 Ming was forged by several ancient Buddhas serving under Jieyin and Zhunti. An ordinary Buddha struck head-on by this divine thunder would have their golden body shattered. However, Amitabha Buddha endured the strike without his eyebrows even twitching.

Pressing his palms together, he silently recited a Buddhist invocation and sneered, "Venerable One has quite the temper?"

Fuya 7 Ming chastised coldly, "What need is there for pleasantries with a brute who breaks in uninvited to rob?"

With a cold smile, Fuya 7 Ming fiercely commanded, "Whether you are Amitabha Buddha or any other Buddha, whoever dares touch my believers, I will shatter their bald heads!" She pointed, and a beam of golden light shot out, causing the eighteen-colored gateway opened by the Wheel of Reincarnation in the void to shatter violently.

Amitabha Buddha was stunned. He glanced around. Although the divine thunder had exploded right in front of him without causing him any damage, his Great Hero Hall was thrown into utter disarray. While the hundreds of Buddhas seated on lotus thrones were unharmed, the lamps, censers, and other fixtures in the hall had been blasted away, with several censers flying out the door, smashing into the attendant young monks at the entrance and drawing blood from their heads. "Amitabha, Amitabha!"

With a casual flick of his finger, a beam of Buddhist light was emitted, and the Great Hero Hall instantly returned to its original state. The bleeding heads of the young monks were instantly healed, not a single drop of blood remaining. Amitabha Buddha lowered his eyelids, pressed his palms together, and silently recited a scripture for a long time. Suddenly, he quietly inquired, "Do all Buddhas know the origin of that woman? To achieve Buddhahood while being a woman... she has actually attained the status of a Saint." The Buddhas in the Great Hero Hall were stirred, exclaiming, "World-Honored One, is the status of a Saint so easily attained?"

After pondering for a moment, Amitabha Buddha said calmly, "We need not fear her. Though she has become a Saint, it has only been for a few months; her power and foundation are still immature. Within the Great Thunder Sound Temple alone, besides this humble one, Guanyin and Mahasthamaprapta have already attained Sainthood. We do not fear her, but we fear the one behind her."

All the Buddhas fell silent. After a long pause, one hesitant Buddha finally asked, "World-Honored One, do you mean the Two Venerable Founders?"

Amitabha Buddha did not answer this question. He looked up at the ceiling of the Great Hero Hall, muttering a few words to himself. Suddenly, his eyes flared, and he roared, "Previously, when the nineteen Buddhas, including the Precious Flame Joyful Buddha, perished, who was assigned to handle the matter?" The various Buddhas looked at each other and collectively replied, "It was the Sunlight Buddha!" Amitabha Buddha shuddered, his expression instantly changing. His six-zhang golden body vanished from the lotus throne.

In the quiet chamber of the high pagoda, Fuya 7 Ming sneered after destroying the passage opened by the Wheel of Reincarnation, "A fine Amitabha Buddha! It is your business to control the Wheel of Reincarnation, whether you govern the Heavenly Dao or reincarnation itself. Hmph, to use the power of reincarnation to forcefully snatch my believers is simply outrageous."

Before her words faded, Fuya 7 Ming suddenly began to cough. As she coughed, several spots of blood sprayed from her throat, splashing precisely onto Wuming'er. Wuming'er's skin was as white as snow, contrasting sharply with the startling golden-red of Fuya 7 Ming's blood.

Wuming'er glanced at the bloodstains on his body, seemingly understanding something. He clenched the scissors in his hand and stuttered, "Bald donkey... bad guy... snip-snip, snip-snip." "Smash the bald head." Fuya 7 Ming laughed, reached out, picked up Wuming'er, and gently kissed his forehead.

Instantly, Fuya 7 Ming gave a cold laugh and pointed toward the void, pressing down. This single point shattered the void, and a ray of golden light shot out immediately.

Somewhere in the vast starry sky, Subhuti, one of Fuya 7 Ming’s senior disciples, was propagating the Dharma on a planet, leading numerous junior brothers. Subhuti and the others wore coarse monk robes, walking barefoot through the snow and ice. Wherever they trod, lotus flowers bloomed beneath their feet, paving a fragrant path of lotuses behind them. Countless believers followed closely behind Subhuti and the others, worshipping as they walked.

A fierce wind whipped up, blowing snow directly into their faces, but Subhuti and the others showed no fear of the wind and snow, continuing forward while chanting Buddhist scriptures. Wherever they passed, towering mountain ridges split open to make way for them; frozen rivers parted to allow a passage; and all ferocious beasts and poisonous insects knelt on the ground, daring not to offend them in the slightest.

Far ahead, in a massive mountain, an entire peak had been carved into a gigantic statue of Fuya 7 Ming. Subhuti and the others were leading millions of followers behind them toward this mountain to worship the statue of Fuya 7 Ming.

The path of lotuses that had already unfolded was miraculous enough. Upon reaching the edge of that great mountain, displaying a bit more divine power would transform the mountain, carved from stone, into one of gold and jade, turning the stone statue into a golden one—such a miracle would undoubtedly solidify the faith of those believers.

Walking along, accompanied by the soaring cries of the believers' Buddhist titles, Subhuti and the others endured a long trek and finally penetrated deep into the mountains, arriving before a mountain peak a thousand li high, which had already been carved into a massive Buddha statue.

Subhuti knelt down devoutly. He shouted sternly, "Fellow junior brothers, this is our Master, the Great Benevolent, Wise, Enlightened, Clear-Minded, Virtuous, Dao-Emperor King Buddha, who saves all sentient beings and extinguishes all suffering."

He pointed a finger, and a beam of golden light shot out, intending to utilize Buddhist magical power to transmute the entire mountain into gold essence and jade.

Suddenly, a Buddhist invocation echoed from the void, and a mighty Buddha, enveloped in crimson light, descended rapidly. This Buddha held a red halo, the size of a human head, in his right hand, shining like the blazing sun, casting boundless sunlight upon the world.

Just as Subhuti shot out a beam of golden light, the Buddha pressed his large hand downward. With a sound like the heavens collapsing and the earth cracking, Fuya 7 Ming's Buddha statue was instantly pulverized, turning into a wisp of green smoke before the eyes of countless believers, which was then blown away into nothingness by the wind.

The Buddha, whose body was entwined with crimson light, looked down at the dumbstruck Subhuti and roared, "What manner of demonic monk dares to propagate demonic doctrine here and mislead believers?"

Subhuti's body trembled. He slowly stood up and roared back, "What kind of demonic monk are you, daring to destroy my Buddha’s Dharma Idol?"

The Buddha laughed aloud wildly, "Buddha? What Buddha? Between heaven and earth, there is only one Buddha—Amitabha Buddha. Where has this Buddha sprung from? You demonic monks! You were the ones who harmed the Precious Flame Joyful Buddha, you must be their accomplices!"

Without allowing Subhuti to say another word, the Buddha, whose temper seemed as fiery as burning flames, roared, and the red light held in his right hand violently pressed downward, transforming into boundless crimson flames that surged toward Subhuti and the others.

At that moment, the void suddenly cracked open. A finger, the size of a pillar but delicately sculpted, white and smooth like fine jade, materialized out of thin air and casually pressed down upon the top of the Buddha's head.

Fuya 7 Ming’s cold laughter echoed from a distance: "Insolent donkey! You destroy my Dharma Idol, and I shall destroy your golden body!"

The Buddha roared a warning, his hands shooting up instantly to ward off the descending finger strike of Fuya 7-Ming's Void Shatter, but there was no time.

Fuya 7-Ming's single digit pressed down upon the Buddha, and the golden form, towering thirty-six feet high, shuddered as if it were glass struck by a sledgehammer, fragmenting into countless pieces.

A mournful scream echoed as the ruined golden shell erupted, releasing a streak of crimson light from within the destroyed Buddha—a massive Sarira was about to burst free into the void.

However, the dark force woven within Fuya 7-Ming's attack consisted of thirty-six continuous layers; the first eighteen layers pulverized the Buddha's golden body, while the remaining eighteen slammed into the Sarira, blasting even that relic into dust.

A furious roar resonated from afar, and a massive section of the void suddenly fractured as Amitabha Buddha, wreathed in shimmering divine light, materialized out of thin air.

Witnessing the Buddha utterly crushed to dust by that single finger from Fuya 7-Ming, Amitabha Buddha was overcome with righteous fury. "Great Prosperity, Great Wisdom, Great Enlightenment, Bright Nature, Bright Virtue, Bright Dao Imperial Venerable King Buddha? How dare you!" Clenching his fists tightly, Amitabha Buddha roared, "You have slain the Sun Buddha; today, this humble monk will slay you!" With a powerful sweep of his fists, Amitabha Buddha launched a strike mid-air directly at the finger Fuya 7-Ming had yet to retract.