Buddha's light shone everywhere, golden clouds suffused the air.
Everyone within the Buddha's light felt their hearts filled with peace, serenity, and contentment.
Everyone except the Giant Corpse!
For it discovered that its connection to the Netherworld had been severed. The Buddha's light had cut off the passage between the Yang World and the Netherworld near Yin-Yang Road.
"Old Monk, you're courting death!"
The Giant Corpse forcefully suppressed the tremor in its heart. Its body rose another three feet, and with a sweep of its enormous hand, it slammed down toward the Old Monk's head.
The Giant Corpse's ugly hand was as large as a gate, its momentum as imposing as a mountain. It whipped up howling gales. Before it, the Old Monk's body looked frail and thin, swaying precariously in the wind raised by that giant hand, as though he would be smashed into a meat patty with one blow.
But then...
"Amitabha!"
The Old Monk proclaimed the Buddha's name. His palms, which had been pressed together, gently parted. His left hand remained in salute, while his right slowly reached forward.
An utterly ordinary hand of Buddha's light emerged from his right hand. It grew with the wind, expanding larger and larger until, within a few breaths, it became several yards wide and collided head-on with the Giant Corpse's hand.
"BOOM!"
With a tremendous crash, the Buddha palm backhanded the Giant Corpse into the ground.
Then, in an instant, the Buddha palm transformed into a golden banner and trapped the Giant Corpse within it. Waves of Buddha's light radiated from the banner, wearing away the Corpse Qi of the Giant Corpse inside.
"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!" The Giant Corpse roared furiously, trying to break out of the golden banner. It sent ripples across its surface with every strike, yet could