Every word blossomed into lotuses, every sentence contained light. The wonders of the Western Pure Land and the victory of Ultimate Bliss had been depicted so vividly that heavenly flowers seemed to rain from the sky and golden lotuses surge from the earth.
Everyone who heard it was entranced and dazzled, their hearts itching with impatience. They could hardly wait to set off westward at once and witness it for themselves, satisfying the longing in their hearts.
In an instant, radiance exploded. Starlight poured down like a waterfall, vast and mighty, like a silver dragon from the Nine Heavens tearing through the sky. It stretched across ten thousand miles, its roar shaking the wilderness and lingering for a long time. In the blink of an eye, the entire Zhou Camp transformed into a Lapis Lazuli Pure Land—immortal flowers drifted in the wind, petals spun and danced lightly through the air, and fell gracefully to the ground.
An Exotic Fragrance spread through the air. The moment it entered their lungs, all illnesses vanished, their minds became clear as if washed clean, and they seemed to have ascended to immortality, free and unfettered.
Kunpeng the Demon Master had originally intended to suppress Mahasthamaprapta with his words. Who could have known that this man's tongue would bloom with lotuses, his sharpness restrained while his momentum soared? Every word rang like a bell, every sentence radiated light. Not only had he failed to be constrained, he had instead displayed his bearing to the fullest, his majesty resounding. For a time, no one could match his splendor.
The corners of Mahasthamaprapta's lips lifted slightly. Several Lapis Lazuli flames suddenly blossomed between his brows, and his Daoist robes billowed fiercely, as if a breeze had come from the void. Fine rays burst from his features, and