Kong Xuan stood at the Formation Core, advancing or retreating with ease, moving as casually as if strolling through a courtyard. Divine abilities came to him at will, and Daoist arts emerged one after another. Above his head, the Necklace and Canopy revolved without pause, swallowing and dispelling every attack until nothing remained.
With every gesture, Heaven and Earth changed color—radiant light rolled across the sky, colorful mist coiled and drifted, and this stretch of firmament seemed to transform into a gorgeous, fantastical dreamscape.
Dipamkara Buddha Daoist moved like lightning, his five fingers dancing as he drew out thousands upon thousands of Dao marks resembling silver threads. They were slender yet razor-sharp. Within the void, Rosy Clouds flickered and faded, weaving strand by strand into Heaven's Net and Earth's Snare, which spread across the sky and wrapped toward Kong Xuan.
At the same time, the Lingjiu Lamp silently floated three feet above his head. Its flame wavered unpredictably, and sparks illuminated the Eight Wastelands. In an instant, it pierced the Netherworld and illuminated Heaven and Earth.
Light and mist filled the air, dyeing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers with golden radiance. As the lamp flame swayed, the Myriad Worlds were all shrouded beneath it.
Mahasthamaprapta suddenly slapped the crown of his head. The top of his skull sprang open, and auspicious energy surged forth like a tide. Amid swirling rosy clouds, a vast wheel of golden light slowly rose. It was gentle and warm without being dazzling, solemn yet filled with compassion, while rolling Buddhist chants flowed from within the light.
That light was boundless and majestic, its radiance as abundant as the sea. Celestial dragons soared within it, phoenixes spread their wings and flew high, and all manner of beasts roared together. A mighty pressure, as solid