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Synopsis:
How does a humble monk ascend to become the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas?
A monk dies and reincarnates into a higher realm of Daoist deities, only to discover the true nature of reality - an infinite cosmos where Immortals, Wizards, Buddhas, Gods, Demons, and Technological Empires wage endless battle for supremacy, both for doctrine and for power.
But in this world of celestial prodigies, he has no talent for the Great Dao.
Still, using the memories from his past life and his lifelong devotion to Buddhism, he forges his own path of cultivation. From a lone seeker of truth, he rises to become the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas, founding a civilization whose light will reshape the cosmos.
What to expect:
[Big Worldview], [Cultivation], [Fast Progress], [Magic], [Buddhism], [Daoism], [Reincarnation], [Cosmic War], [Sci-Fi Fantasy]
What not to expect:
[No Harem], [No Romance]
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The precise moment of the winter solstice arrived, casting its unique celestial alignment across the solar system. Upon the bleak, airless surface of the moon, a vast and empty plain of gray dust lay in profound silence, a perfect meeting ground for powers beyond mortal comprehension.
Then, without any sound, divine light bloomed in several locations, tearing the quiet void asunder as the entire Luminous Court manifested their presence. Their truly gigantic bodies, each a testament to their specific domain, towered over the lunar landscape, their forms casting long, impossible shadows across the craters.
They were not the first to arrive. The assembled leaders of the major Western pantheons were already present, having chosen this neutral territory for the fateful discussion. Odin, the All-Father of the Norse, stood grim and imposing, his single eye missing nothing. Zeus, the King of Olympus, radiated a palpable, stormy power that made the very vacuum feel charged.
Athena, his daughter, stood poised and intelligent, a sharp spear held effortlessly in her hand. The messenger god Hermes wore his iconic winged sandals, while the gorgeous Aphrodite seemed to shine with an inner light of pure desire.
The thunder god Thor gripped his mighty hammer Mjolnir with familiar ease, and the goddess Freya watched the newcomers with a keen, calculating gaze.
Each had adopted a human-like form for this parley, though their attire was deeply symbolic, from flowing Greek togas and polished Roman armor to intricate Norse leathers and furs.
Nicholas observed the gathered deities with a calm, analytical detachment. Following their unspoken lead, he willed his own colossal form to shrink and condense, the threads of his divine body weaving themselves into the shape of a man.
He now appeared as a impeccably dressed gentleman from a bygone era, wearing a fine, dark suit tailored to perfection, a sleek top hat, and a single golden monacle that gleamed over an eye whose pupil glowed with soft, internal light. His four attendants followed his example, their own immense divine essences compressing into human-shaped vessels, each standing a formidable six meters tall, a height that matched the other gods present and communicated their equal status.
With a simple, almost casual clap of his hands, Nicholas enacted his will upon the moon. The endless gray dust around them swirled upward in a complex dance, particles assembling and bonding with impossible speed.
In mere moments, a grand, ornate building stood where there was once nothing: a magnificent Victorian-style church complete with soaring spires, stained glass windows that depicted abstract cosmic patterns, and an interior filled with elaborate, high-backed thrones. He gestured with a polite, theatrical flourish. "Honored guests, please, come inside. Let us dispense with posturing and speak comfortably within walls."
They filed into the strange, anachronistic structure, the gods of old myth taking their seats upon the newly formed thrones. A heavy, profound silence descended upon the chamber, a tension so thick it felt like a physical weight, charged with millennia of pride and the fresh, sharp threat of the new.
It was Nicholas who shattered the quiet, his voice light and almost mocking. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
A wave of angry glares was his immediate answer. Zeus's face darkened considerably, and a low, distant rumble of thunder echoed strangely through the airless church. Nicholas simply ignored their collective fury, his smirk unwavering.
"Let's not waste the solstice," he continued, his tone shifting to one of business-like directness. "State your terms. What is it you actually want from this new arrangement?"
Zeus leaned forward on his throne, his expression one of pure, unadulterated arrogance. "The terms are simple, child. You will stay put. You will remain confined to your own designated territory, and you are hereby forbidden from ever setting foot in the mortal nation of America. It is our territory, our rightful domain, and we will not tolerate your interference."
This time, Nicholas's laugh was not joyful; it was a cold, sharp sound of pure mockery that seemed to vibrate through the very foundation of the lunar church. The entire structure shuddered violently, a deep, localized quake rattling the thrones and making the stained glass windows tremble.
"You can kick rocks," he said flatly, all pretense of politeness gone. "If you are not here to be serious, then we can settle this the old-fashioned way. A good, clean war has solved divine disputes for eons, after all."
Zeus shot to his feet, his human form beginning to flicker with barely contained power, crackling arcs of energy dancing around his shoulders. "I have tolerated your insolence for too long! How dare a mere child, a upstart god of barely a decade, speak to me with such arrant arrogance!"
Nicholas's smile was a thin, dangerous line. "Then let's see it. Let's see if your legendary strength can actually back up that mighty mouth of yours."
He vanished. There was no sound, only a flash of brilliant, golden light that consumed the space where he sat, and a distinct, wrenching sensation in the fabric of space itself.
He reappeared an instant later in the deep, cold blackness of interstellar space. The dwarf planet Pluto hung in the void nearby, a dark, frozen, and lonely world. Opposite him, Zeus manifested, his polite human form completely discarded. He was now a true storm giant, a titanic being wreathed in churning clouds and crackling lightning, his eyes burning with the fire of a thousand thunderstorms.
Nicholas did not wait for a declaration of war. He stretched out his hands, and the cosmic dust of the Kuiper Belt swirled to his command, compressing under immense pressure until they ignited into miniature, furious suns. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled these artificial stars at Zeus, and they flew through the vacuum like a volley of fiery comets.
Zeus responded with a roar, raising a hand from which a colossal, primordial lightning bolt lashed out. It struck the miniature suns head-on, vaporizing them into harmless, expanding clouds of incandescent gas before they could reach him.
Unfazed, Nicholas gestured again, calling upon the raw, elemental power that was now his to command. Spears of pure, white-hot fire formed in the void.
Alongside them, giant javelins of impossibly hard ice crystallized into being, and meteoric shafts of refined, magical metal manifested from nothingness. Each projectile was the size of a terrestrial mountain, and he flung them all forward in a coordinated, devastating meteor shower that raced toward the god-king.
Zeus bellowed his defiance, spinning his arms in a great, circular motion. From this gesture, a gigantic tornado the size of some moons containers of pure force and wind erupted, a cosmic whirlwind that caught the incoming elemental spears. The whirlwind twisted their trajectories, sending the mountain-sized projectiles careening harmlessly off into the endless dark of the void, where they would travel for eternity.
A flicker of genuine surprise crossed Zeus's stormy countenance. His grandson was not just a clever trickster; his raw power was formidable, far exceeding any initial estimation.
Enraged, Zeus summoned his ultimate weapon, the very symbol of his authority. The Master Bolt appeared in his grasp, a weapon of pure, concentrated destruction that hummed with the power to unmake worlds. With a final, thunderous cry, he hurled it with all his divine might, the bolt crossing the vast space between them in an instant.
But Nicholas had already seen it coming. His authority over Fate had shown him the future a seconds before it truly unfolded. He moved, with both speed and preternatural timing, shifting his position just enough. The legendary Master Bolt streaked past him, missing his form by a hair's breadth.
It struck Pluto instead.
The impact was utterly cataclysmic. A silent, blinding flash of light consumed the dwarf planet for a single, terrifying moment. Then, a massive, continent-sized fissure tore across its frozen surface, and with a final, groaning shudder, the small world melted and cracked before splitting completely in half, its two rocky halves now beginning their slow, eternal drift apart.
Before either combatant could make another move, a third figure appeared between them. Odin, the All-Father, stood with Gungnir in hand, his single eye blazing with fury and authority. "Enough!" his voice boomed, a sound that somehow echoed powerfully in the airless vacuum. "Will you continue to act like squabbling children, or will you finally sit down and talk like the kings you purport to be?"
Nicholas allowed his aggressive posture to relax, the elemental energies around him fading away. He smirked at the visibly stunned and furious Zeus. "A powerful throw Grandfather, but your aim needs significant work." Then, without another word, he vanished from the depths of space.
He reappeared seamlessly upon his throne back in the lunar church, straightening his suit jacket and adjusting his golden monocle as if he had never left. The other gods in the room stared at him, and the space where Zeus had been, in utter, stunned silence. The message was delivered, not using petty words, but with action: the new pantheon was here, and it could not be so easily dismissed.
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