CHAPTER 1422: CHAPTER 96: INCREDIBLE! ANYTHING CAN BE INCREDIBLE! (PART 3)

——Canaan and Babylonian Divine Era, changed reign!

At this moment, India.

The ceaselessly warring Sixteen Mighty Kingdoms have vanished, replaced by a vast empire named the "Peacock Dynasty."

Buddha Towers rise on the expansive land, where thousands of monks enshrine relics that glow with fluorescence, a total of 84,000 pieces.

"When I become a Buddha. In all worlds. All sentient beings. Born in my realm shall have golden bodies. Perfectly pure and uniform. If differences exist, good or ugly, I will not achieve enlightenment.

When I become a Buddha. All sentient beings born in my realm shall know their past lives across countless kalpas. They shall perceive all good and evil works, knowing past, future, and present matters in all ten directions. If this wish is unmet, I will not achieve enlightenment.

When I become a Buddha. All sentient beings born in my realm shall possess the ability to understand others’ minds. If they do not know the thoughts of countless sentient beings across numerous Buddha realms, I will not achieve enlightenment.

When I become a Buddha. All sentient beings born in my realm shall attain unrestricted divine skills. If in one thought moment they cannot transcend countless Buddha realms to offer to Buddhas, I will not achieve enlightenment.

When I become a Buddha. All sentient beings born in my realm are free from distinctions. Root senses are calm. If they do not certainly attain equal enlightenment and certify Nirvana, I will not achieve enlightenment.

When I become a Buddha. Infinite light. Illuminates all directions. Surpasses all Buddhas. More glorious than the light of the sun and moon, by billions of times.

When I become a Buddha..."

Caste order is a shackle of the mundane world.

All beings are suffering and should awaken and enlighten themselves.

Before the Buddha Tower, upon the earth, monks recite the forty-eight great vows belonging to the Buddha, chanting together for compassion and protection over the transient world.

Vast golden wish power, with the Buddha Tower as its foundation and relics as anchoring points, penetrates like iron nails into the earth’s veins, inch by inch severing this land’s connection with the gods of India.

And among the multitude, the ruler named "Ashoka" sends a golden ring into the core of the Buddha Tower, reverently bowing, inviting the true owner to this land.

——Indian Divine Era, ended!

Almost simultaneously, Persia.

Alien race warriors, carrying curved blades, draped in white robes with heads wrapped in turbans, gather into an unstoppable force, charging from Arabia into the Persian Pantheon.

They extinguish the eternally burning Sacred Flames and grand statues of the gods in the temple, chiseling praises of the New Gods onto the pristine walls:

"There is no god but the true God.

Praise be pure, all praise belongs to Allah.

Allah is the greatest, relying solely on Allah’s aid!"

——Persian Empire, collapsed!

Eventually, amidst the travels of twelve Angel Envoys and the clamor of countless believers, voices of different colors and languages merge into a common hymn:

"Our Father in heaven

May all respect your name as holy.

May your Kingdom come.

May your will be done on earth, as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread.

Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

May glory, majesty, power, authority, victory belong to you, forever and ever!"

Their oath resonates to the sky, transforming into a testament of faith between humans and gods.

Intense radiant light, star-like, emerges from the lives of countless beings within the Realm, converging in the sky into river-like light bands, reigniting the Ten Great Points of the Kabbalah Tree of Life and the Seventy-Two Pillars outside the Temple, turning the gods of the Persian Empire’s Five Divine Eras into firewood, forging for the "Heavenly Father" a truly perfect Crown.

The charging Golden Giant God is struck as if by lightning, its majestic body shattering apart.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Nun, Enzambi, Zarvan, Shiva, four Origin Gods spurt fresh blood, falling from the void.

And the uncontrolled Authority within the Giant God pierces through time and space barriers, landing at the fingertips of the "Heavenly Father."

——At last, it is complete!

Luo En gazes at the five golden rings coalescing, raising his left hand, and slowly speaks:

"Sixth Ring—Nun, Primordial Chaos Water!"

In an instant, the surging blue-black tide rushes forward, blasted out by the Egyptian Origin God to a height of tens of thousands.

Nun is struck as if by lightning, spitting Divine Blood.

"Seventh Ring—Enzambi, Heavenly Remains!"

A massive black skeleton emerges from the void, bone claws sweeping forward.

Enzambi groans, his face pale.

"Eighth Ring—Shiva, Destruction Eye!"

Red Lotus Fire shoots forward, tracing a path of destruction in the void.

Amidst the bursting blood and flesh, Shiva clutches his exploded forehead, screaming as he falls.

"Ninth Ring—Yi Le, Supreme Thunder!"

"Tenth Ring—Zarvan, Eternal Time!"

Authority imbued with Thunderbolt and Time laws forms a Spear, piercing Zarvan at lightning speed.

This Persian Great Ming Venerable falls backward helplessly, never to rise again.

Defeated? Brought down by their own Authority?

No, this can’t be!

There must still be a chance!

The four Origin Gods unleash unwilling roars, attempting to reunite their Divinity for one last struggle.

"Kneel down..."

Yet, accompanied by a deep chant, immense pressure confronts them, forcing their already faltering bodies to stagger and tumble, humiliated and powerless, before the re-coalesced pure white Throne, much like four declawed, chained hunting dogs.

Defeated.

Utterly defeated.

Their Divine Business taken, Authority stripped, Divinity exhausted, devoid of even a glimmer of victory.

If this defeat were due to the enemy having more powerful deities and stronger Divine Authority, they might have nothing to say.

But why...

Why is it that the decisive factor in this Divine War is humans?

Those ant-like creatures down there!

Unreconciled!

So unreconciled!

The four Origin Gods simultaneously raise their heads, gazing with intertwined anger and frustration towards the silhouette on the pure white Throne.

They seek an answer before the final demise descends.