The Heavenly Demon clan was innately adept at a thousand transformations and most skilled in the art of bewitchment. Whenever the thoughts of living beings stirred, they would transform accordingly, catering to their desires and luring them into delusion and depravity. This ability to change with the heart and take shape from thought was the Heavenly Demons' innate divine power.
The myriad illusions of the Buddhist sect appeared somewhat similar to the Heavenly Demon clan's arts, yet they were fundamentally different. They were not meant to beguile souls and seize spirits, but were instead a supreme divine power created specifically to temper one's Dao Heart.
Divine sense spread forth, piercing directly to the end of the void; the Primordial Spirit opened and closed, spawning three thousand great worlds on its own; countless thoughts fell upon the mortal realm like rain, each taking root, assuming form, and establishing life within the myriad worlds.
The old monk holding a staff was him; the village woman washing silk was also him. Even the cloud-shrouded mountain peaks and the ancient temples with moss growing along their eaves—none were anything but condensed from the light of his heart and forged from the power of his thoughts.
The countless faces of living beings all arose from a single thought; Myriad Phenomena all played out within a single spirit.
Only by personally experiencing the smoke and fire of the mortal world could one understand sorrow and joy, warmth and coldness, honor and disgrace, rise and fall—all were true flavors of life.
He had already, without a sound, arrived before the gates of the Great Dao.
"No matter how many faces and forms you possess, today I will settle who stands above whom with you!"
Before the words fell, heaven and earth suddenly darkened. A muffled thunderclap exploded