"My understanding and application of Buddhist principles are still far too crude. Killing something like that is quite difficult."
In less than five seconds, the entire village had practically been razed to the ground, while the black Clock Tower had been sliced through at its center, the cut clean and smooth.
At the center of the village, the massive Ahtu lay on the ground. Rotten flesh continuously sprouted from within the gaps where its limbs had been severed, rebuilding its body. Its hood had been completely pierced through by Jia Xin, while its Black head, painted with white dye, was tightly gripped in Jia Xin's five fingers.
"It's only natural that it can't be killed. Otherwise, Nyarlathotep would have dealt with this incarnation himself long ago."
A trace of Buddha nature overflowed from Jia Xin's fingers and forcibly crushed the other party's skull. His figure immediately vanished from the village. Ahtu's body on the ground slowly healed back to its original form. Its emotionless eyes watched Jia Xin depart, seemingly without the slightest hatred, before it turned and walked toward the black Clock Tower.
Its thick palm touched the surface of the black Clock Tower, and the broken top of the tower slowly extended and restored itself to a flawless state.
Immediately afterward, Ahtu came to the center of the village and sat down blankly. Chunks of black, foul-smelling rotten flesh began falling from the surface of its enormous black body. Every chunk of rotten flesh sprouted with vitality from within, slowly growing internal organs, then flesh, blood, and bones, ultimately forming villagers.
In truth, when the First Incarnation was completed, all the indigenous residents who believed in Ahtu had already offered up everything they possessed.
It was only because Ahtu, with its childlike intelligence, had always enjoyed this kind