Seeing this, Chan Master Wuchao remained unruffled. With a sweep of his sleeve, sky-full Solar Thunderfire, bearing the momentum of thunder, came crashing down with a thunderous roar.
Xing Tian raised his golden shield across his left arm, steadily protecting his chest. No matter how the thunderfire raged like an overturned furious sea, the golden shield did not budge in the slightest, without even a tremor.
Before the shield-light faded, his right arm had already clenched the giant axe tight. Veins bulged along his arm as his divine power surged like rivers, churning through his sinews and bones as it gathered force; streams of fierce energy burst from his body, making the void hum as invisible waves swept across the surroundings once more. He looked up at the sky and roared, divine power pouring wildly forth as the giant axe hacked out savagely—
A snow-bright axe radiance severed the chain of thunderfire and pierced directly toward Chan Master Wuchao's face!
Chan Master Wuchao's pupils contracted. His right hand hastily struck the crown of his head, and a round, gleaming Sarira leaped from his Niwan Palace, pure Buddha Light flowing throughout it.
The Sarira spun rapidly in midair. Sanskrit chant rose at once, sandalwood incense subtly drifted forth; golden lotuses fell in profusion, flying apsaras danced gracefully, as though Spirit Mountain itself had descended and the Pure Land manifested in the world.
The crimson monk's robe on his body suddenly shone with rosy radiance, reflecting the Sarira's Buddha Light brilliantly. Sanskrit chanting rang without end, auspicious qi billowed; wherever the red light reached, the void was dyed in solemn, wondrous visions.
With a flick of his robe's hem, it instantly spread into a boundless canopy of heaven, guarding his side. Seven treasures glittered across it, with countless rays of divine light