"The heat wasn't there yet. The Zen art had been broken just like that!"
On Chang Liu Summit, someone chuckled at the sight.
Suspended in midair and controlling the entire formation, Yan Nianchen slightly raised his gaze toward Fang Xuan and murmured softly, "Was it because of him? Or was it an illusion?"
At that moment, Yun Xin slowly rose from the void, his face frighteningly grim. His eyes were already filled with killing intent as he held one hand before his chest. "Amitabha!"
As the words fell, he crushed a prayer bead hanging from his neck.
Firefly-like golden light suddenly trailed through the air, gradually clinging to Monk Yun Xin's body. His somewhat weathered frame slowly condensed into that of a young monk clad in martial robes.
His gaze was icy, bearing a furious gleam that seemed to hate evil as though it were an enemy.
"Amitabha!"
The young monk pressed his palms together and once again lowered his head to chant the Buddha's name.
A massive Buddhist Artifact rapidly condensed behind him, forming a golden halo. A "swastika" character was engraved at its center, slowly revolving within the ring of light.
A shocking scene unfolded. The young monk's body slowly expanded amid the Buddhist light, eventually transforming into a Golden Body Dharma Image more than three zhang tall.
The Dharma Image possessed six arms, each holding a Buddhist Artifact, while soul-stirring Sanskrit chants began to circulate of their own accord.
Then, the Dharma Image glared wrathfully at Fang Xuan and said in a low voice, "Fang Xuan, this humble monk knows more than Zen arts alone. Today, I will deliver you from delusion and purge all evil from this world!"
"Wrathful Vajra Image!"
"I never thought Yun Xin had truly taken this step!"
A grave voice from an