"Yuan Kun, your Abyss Clan's fortune has run out. Why not bow your head and accept death? If you can righteously sacrifice yourself, my Buddha is merciful and may pity you, leaving a wisp of your remnant thoughts to perhaps ferry you to the new world!"
Stepping upon a twelve-grade merit lotus platform, draped in a golden kasaya, and with boundless Buddha-lands flashing endlessly behind him, a towering Buddha's face was filled with mercy. While rolling forth mighty Buddhist light to push toward Yuan Kun, he chanted loudly in this manner, urging surrender.
If Li Qingyun were here, he would definitely recognize from that aura the Jie Yin who had crossed blows with him in the Wudian Hall of the River River Ancient Ruins—namely, Amitabha Buddha.
"Indeed, under this round of the Great Calamity, the fate of the Twelve Superior Clans was decided long ago. Unless one is in the Beyond Tribulation Realm, it is difficult to break free from the Netherworld Void; one can only meet the calamity and turn to ashes. Your Abyss Clan is merely the first. Complying with the calamity is the only wise course..."
Beside him, another compassionate Sanskrit chant sounded. Another Buddha with a crown of fleshy usnisa, earlobes touching his shoulders, and a wheel of universal golden sunlight behind him sat upon a lotus platform. With boundless Buddha's might, he advised in the exact same manner.
"Two Buddhas, what need is there to speak further with them? Just strike them down directly!"
"Today, the Abyss Clan cannot escape this calamity!"
Behind the two Buddhas were several pseudo-saints wreathed in Buddhist light. Lacking the usnisa-topped Buddha appearance, they could only be considered vassals of the Western Heavens, yet when it came to taking action, they clamored even more fiercely.
The Three Western Heavens Clans