Tang Sanzang's power was draining away.
The originally intangible Buddha Light had become almost solid, like golden streamers... drifting out from behind Tang Sanzang. His aura was also steadily weakening!
Tang Sanzang stood before the half-destroyed Mount Ling, the Buddha Light behind him swaying violently.
The Faith Demon God's power seeped into every crevice like countless icy tentacles, piercing Tang Sanzang's body and tightly clutching every strand of magical power within him.
His strength was stripped away inch by inch, drifting toward the Faith Demon God. The golden threads of light dimmed the instant they left his body, as though even his Buddha-nature was being devoured completely.
Faint cracks appeared across his flesh.
But they were nothing compared to the pain in his heart!
The Faith Demon God paid no heed to Tang Sanzang's sorrowful cries. Instead, as though feeling supreme delight, he threw back his head and laughed wildly, his voice echoing throughout Western Heaven and Earth.
His face was filled with unrestrained madness!
A river of golden light continuously poured into his brow. With every fraction he absorbed, his aura surged higher. A trace of Primordial Origin aura gradually emerged from his flesh...
When Luohu had possessed this body earlier, bolstered by the luck of Western Buddhism and Devil Ancestor Luck, the power he unleashed had already reached the level of a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal. Yet he had ultimately failed to cross the threshold of attaining the Dao.
Just like Di Jun during the Lich War.
He could trade blows with Saints!
He possessed the power to perish alongside a Saint.
But in essence, he was not a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal. He remained stuck at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm. Though separated by only a single step... it was as vast as an