A Sanskrit chant rang out. A scripture pillar gleaming with golden light tore through the air, light mist spreading as auspicious clouds rose. Thousands of auspicious colors streamed forth, heavenly flowers drifted down in a flutter, and mighty Sanskrit chants cleansed the mind. Streaks of golden rainbow swept down, extinguishing ten thousand sword qi at once. The scripture pillar hung in midair, spinning rapidly as golden light poured down like rain, transforming into the sounds of evening drums and morning bells that boomed against the Qingping Sword!
Amitabha Buddha sat in the void, chanting true words with the opening and closing of his lips. Every word burst like shattered Golden Pearls, every sound quivered like a Sanskrit bell. Countless scriptures poured from his mouth, transforming into a river of radiant runes. His sixteen-foot Golden Body shone brightly, its golden radiance piercing to the eye, while a Merit Golden Wheel slowly revolved behind his head, spilling forth ten thousand rays of auspicious light and washing the void clear. In an instant, lotus platforms as large as bushel baskets bloomed from nothing, each petal like congealed fat, each stamen gleaming. Vast Sanskrit chants descended from the Ninth Heaven, layer upon layer, like surging tides and crashing waves, fully displaying the might of guiding and delivering souls.
"Hmph, mere petty tricks from the Western side path—nothing more than that?"
Sect Master Tongtian let out a cold smile. The Qingping Sword suddenly spun, and Upper Pure immortal light spread like green mist. In an instant, a thousand green lotuses floated in the air, rosy clouds steaming and auspicious qi churning. Purple Mansion Divine Lightning then exploded forth, its thunder deafening as lightning snakes danced wildly. Wherever they passed, golden lotuses shattered inch by inch. The thunder's remaining force did not diminish, striking straight toward