Sleeping Artifact, a Burial Ground in No Time!

Banda suddenly looked up at the sky.

At that moment, he saw a bright crimson cloak unfurling in the dark heavens, encircling a golden figure.

"My army is endless. Even if you escape my grasp, it will be useless!"

Banda said slowly.

Indra lowered his head. His golden eyes flickered, reflecting Banda's figure. "There is no need to defeat you. We only need to summon the goddess!"

As soon as he spoke, golden light flashed in his hand.

A Net of Dharma instantly appeared in his grasp. With a sweep of his arm, he cast it into the sky, where it began expanding without end.

The seven-by-seven Net of Dharma spread outward.

Each cord expanded infinitely, like the ever-growing Vindhyagiri, lengthening and lengthening as it shot toward Banda.

"It is useless. As ages cycle, Dharma will one day collapse!"

"Weakening Artifact!"

The double-edged war blade in Banda's hand began to spin.

His weapon contained countless dark cosmic powers and possessed eighty-one thousand kinds of artifacts. As the blade whirled,

Whoosh!

In an instant, the war blade spun forth. The moment it touched the Net of Dharma, the net shook violently.

The war blade, meanwhile, shot out like a particle of light.

"!!!"

Indra's eyes narrowed.

He immediately invoked the Thirty-Three Heavenly God Power. Layer after layer of Heavenly Realm power surged forth and poured into the Vajra Pestle. Wrapped in lightning, it struck fiercely at the particle of light. Yet the particle passed straight through and appeared at Indra's shoulder. It flashed in an instant, and golden light shone from Indra's shoulder.

"Sleep!"

"As the eternal primordial being, fall into eternal slumber within this Kalpa-like Brahmanic Light!"

Banda said softly.

His eyes were calm. Everything within them seemed to turn into a Kalpa as his gaze stretched into the future,