Li Qi could not find a way.
How could a mere second rank possibly achieve a method of transcending subjective time?
Thus, the Heavenly Demon merely leisurely siphoned Amitabha Buddha's power, toyed with the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in the West, and casually played with Li Qi.
Four and a half billion years passed, and the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in the West had already been completely controlled by the Heavenly Demon.
More than half of Amitabha Buddha's legacy had been seized by the Heavenly Demon.
Li Qi was simply no match for the Heavenly Demon. Although he had truly become one of the Heavenly Demon's demonic thoughts, the Heavenly Demon did not care in the slightest whether he had one more or one fewer demonic thought.
Every flicker of the Heavenly Demon's demonic thoughts was like the explosion of a hundred billion stars. The heat alone was enough to vaporize this Buddhist Pagoda.
Yet under Li Qi's patching and mending, it did not vaporize. It merely melted, flowing with golden liquid as it began to move.
The Buddhist Pagoda flowed down from the wreckage, racing downward through chaotic spacetime. At last, it cooled and condensed into another shape, like some bizarre molten form casting itself through a complex network.
The disturbance of the demonic thoughts was terrifying, and beneath the unstable balance formed by the collapsed wreckage of the enormous Buddhist Pagoda lurked immense danger.
No, it could not be called hidden, because even a child could see that this thing might collapse utterly at any moment. Without the Buddhist Pagoda's protection, Li Qi would be destroyed at any time.
But even if he had not been destroyed, he still did not look to be in very good condition.
He no longer looked remotely human, like a