Formless Emperor Realm

[Extensive deletions, reduced from 120,000 words to tens of thousands, temporarily completed] The Buddha said that everything has a cause and effect, and the devil said that everything is due to me. All sentient beings have no appearance, and becoming a Buddha or a demon is all mine. In the world of mortals, I once had a black robe stained with blood, killing everyone in the world, and my fists were like a dragon sweeping away the wasteland. Before I knew it, I was invincible and soaring up to the nine heavens. How dare the heroes go against my rampage? How can the powerful ones block my edge? Let's look at the thousands of immortals with magical powers, how can they be unparalleled against me? Talking and laughing, nothing but ashes. The whispers start, but a killing song wanders around. After the sound, it can be seen that there are still arrogant thieves in the world? When I wake up from the dream, all living beings look at me, and I see a person alone and a shadow, saying how much arrogance and arrogance there is in this world. In the mountains and seas, all sentient beings are in mourning, so I, alone, will shine upon all the monsters and monsters in the sky!