"Heh! Though I have yet to attain the rank of Ancestral Witch, I already stand at its very peak! With that firefly-glimmer Sword Qi of yours, you dare wound my Witch body? Ridiculous!"
Before the words fell, yellow radiance shot from his back into the heavens. The earth tore open with a thunderous crash, and a Sky-Propping Giant Mountain rose from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, bearing the Momentum of Ten Thousand Jun as it ground down upon Shakyamuni's head—it was, astonishingly, Ancestral Witch Houtu's divine art of earth control!
"Oh? The True Explanation of the Earth Element?"
Rather than startled, Shakyamuni grew calmer. With a light tap of his index finger, ten thousand streams of golden light surged in from the void, like all rivers flow to the sea, all winding around his fingertip. He raised that finger, and the golden light splashed forth, colliding with the giant mountain—only a crisp crack was heard as the mountain split apart inch by inch, turning into dust that filled the sky and scattered on the wind in an instant.
Before the words fell, a frigid tide surged from the left, Gui Water billowing to the heavens; on the right, blazing flames scorched the sky, Bing Fire spreading across the plains. The two torrents bore world-ending might as they charged straight at Shakyamuni!
"Water and fire of the same origin?"
He spread open his right palm, and a glazed world rose within it: seas of clouds churned, Sanskrit palaces stood in towering ranks, and billions of believers sat cross-legged chanting scriptures. Sanskrit chants rolled like tides, cleansing the soul and leaving one clear-minded and refreshed, as though bathed in sweet dew.
As his hand closed, the twin torrents of water and fire were wholly swallowed into the world within his palm,