Seeing this, the Guǐ Daoist could not help but laugh harshly. "Good, good, good! Fellow Daoist Qingyun, this lamp fire of yours is indeed formidable. Once this old man escapes his plight, I shall surely pay you a visit and seek further instruction!"
This was rage born of humiliation—the Guǐ Daoist intended revenge.
The Guǐ Daoist had already lost the perfect opportunity and could only watch as Shi Ji Buddha, already at his lips, slipped away.
Li Qingyun paid no heed to this fiend's threat. His cold gaze flashed like lightning, as though thunderbolts were striking forth. He glared at the struggling Shi Ji Buddha and shouted, "Demon Buddha, kneel and accept death!"
His resplendent Dao might set him off like a holy sage standing in the void.
At this moment, the void was entirely sealed by his Great Dao's Power and the lamp-shadow of the Human Dao. In Shi Ji Buddha's current state, even with wings, escape was impossible.
At the crucial moment, Shi Ji Buddha closed his eyes. The dried black skin on his face instantly took on a strange, solemn expression.
It was as though he had lowered his head to await death, yet also as though he were performing some bizarre ritual.
"Daoist Qingyun, though this Buddha dies by your hand today, this shall not be true death. When the Remnant Ruins perish, it shall be the day your body dies and Dao vanishes. A new Buddha will devour you, along with your Qingyun lineage..."
Shi Ji Buddha muttered coldly, as if uttering a curse, yet also as if pointing toward an inevitable fate.
At the same time, thousands upon thousands of gashes split open across his black-corpse-like body, and swarms of Swastika character corpse worms billowed out like demonic smoke.
Yet beneath Li Qingyun's Great