With that, he finished speaking.
The figure of the Future Sumeru Buddha gradually manifested from the golden light, growing clearer and clearer, and he paid no attention at all to the thoughts of Bo Ya and the other Divine Generals.
After confirming that the Divine Lord Yelan was still under the "protection" of the Glazed Golden Bowl, he chased in the direction Wang Yu had been sent flying backward.
Another rolling series of explosions rang out.
In Shui Yun Heaven, the buildings in the area centered on the Divine Lord's Sleeping Palace had almost been swept into powder, while Wang Yu, his whole body wreathed in turbid yellow thunder—
His upper garment had already been burned to ash by Buddhist Essence, and many specks of bloody light appeared across his bare upper body. This was because, in that palm strike of the Future Sumeru Buddha, he had condensed his Buddhist Essence into countless golden needles.
With a slap like that coming down, it was as if a man had been stabbed into a hornet's nest; even Wang Yu's physique could not completely defend against it.
He twisted his neck and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Wang Yu keenly noticed that the Future Sumeru Buddha's avatar was different from every type of avatar he had ever seen. It possessed a kind of Dao Fruit Power that seemed genuine and yet not.
It was clearly Sumeru Buddha's power, yet the control he displayed over it was far inferior.
Time, Karma... and space, which he has yet to reveal!
Combining it with his own comprehension of the Time Law—
Wang Yu suddenly spoke.
"This avatar of yours was divided off with the Time Dao Fruit's 'Future Profundity' as its main body, wasn't it? It can grasp in advance part