Tu Shan Jun could clearly feel his own thoughts, and he could also stir the Great Dao he bore.
Life and death, yin and yang, reincarnation.
Reflected through the ages.
Ghost gods, Devil Master, banished immortal.
Three in one.
Both illusory and real.
The Book of Life and Death stirred the banner pages, while the Judge's Brush had yet to fall.
The wheel behind him transformed into a wheel of merit, yet also seemed to become the core of fate's loom.
Under the tightening of the wheel, black-red threads of the Great Dao manifested across the universe, as though rooted in an intangible medium within heaven, earth, and the cosmos.
Great fog descended, and a howling gale battered the starship.
Within the spreading Buddhist radiance, a tiny leaf stood firm and let out an enraged roar.
The old ape in his sea of consciousness roared furiously. His waterfall-like aura billowed his kasaya, revealing the gleaming golden armor beneath.
Three Flowers Gathered Atop the Crown.
Five Qi Returned to the Origin.
The ghostly hand clenched its weapon and struck with impassioned force. The six paths revolved, and fist and hammer melded perfectly into a shuttle that sailed upstream through a golden sea.
The old Buddha Patriarch's astonished thunderous voice was like heavenly thunder and rain descending from the firmament. "Worthy indeed of being the heavens of the Devil Nether lands."
"Benefactor, you have already glimpsed the threshold. You can still struggle to strike beneath this old monk's immobilization art. If you and this old monk were at the same realm, this old monk would most likely not be your match."
"Benefactor."
"Do not cling so stubbornly."
"When you ascend the throne someday, you will thank this old monk for guiding you."
Tu Shan Jun, fused as one in three bodies, had